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Yes, please!
Devon could not help getting a chubby when he thought about how his Grandaddy would react to this latest picture…
I called him Hot Shot in joking one day and somehow the nickname stuck. He was one of the younger Harvard MBAs the company was grooming for upper management. Technically I was his boss, but really he reported to one of the executive vice presidents. At first it was awkward but we finally acknowledged the tension and got along well, more as peers than boss-employee.
He had a nickname for me too. I was his Work Dad, a little joke both at my age (mid-40s) and the fact I was the one in charge of showing him the ropes around the firm. We even would grab happy hour drinks or after-work dinner on occasion.
I had to admit there was something about Hot Shot that was incredibly sexual and alluring. Whether it was his gym-toned body or his smoldering green eyes or the package filling his trousers, I couldn’t stop staring at him. He noticed, but didn’t say anything.
Till one evening. We’d stopped in a midtown restaurant after work. Turns out he’s buddies with the manager, who hooked us up with the VIP lounge in back. The minute we were alone, Hot Shot says, “Bill, I think there’s something between us we haven’t talked about” and runs his hand up the back of my neck, his fingers grazing my short-cut hair. He pulls - gently - and I lean forward to meet his face. Our mouths connect, and every repressed feeling I had came welling up.
That was the day I got my first fuck from my Work Son. Bent over some bar table while he went hard and heavy from behind. It didn’t take him long to cum in me or for me to shoot my wad. As we uncoupled, I wiped off the best I could and started getting dressed again.
Hot Shot just pulled up his trousers and sat back still shirtless in the leather banquette. “Man,” he sighed, “I’ve been wanting to do that for months.”
I knew having my brother Jake come stay with me for the weekend was a bad idea. Especially after what transpired last time. But he’s my brother, and when he called and said he was coming East and couldn’t well say no.
Things were fine and normal that first day and I kicked myself for whatever thoughts were going through my head. Until Saturday morning we were sitting around, shooting the breeze, when Jake started popping wood in his sweatshorts. Plain as day, and in any case my brother’s hung with a real thick eight incher, so when he bones up it’s real obvious.
I feel a little dizzy and think, fuck, this is gonna happen again. Just like last time. Jake staring at me, with a raw male unger in his eyes. His boner twitching, begging for my eyes to look down and stare at it. I do. I’m not a small boy, but it’s amazing just how freakin’ big my brother’s dick is. It’s magnificent - large and powerful.
Jake was baring it now, slipping down those flimsy shorts, kicking them off. Letting his rod free. Free to bounce around his crotch, stand up straight. Sap leaking from the head.
My brother looked down at his hard spike. “Damn, he missed you bro.”
"I missed him, too," I admitted.
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I’m done with my workout…so come and lick up this sweaty cock and balls…then dig into my hot hole, fucker…
My older brother Mike had a good job on Wall Street, so it was natural that when I graduated college and moved into the city, I’d become his roommate.
Amazingly it wasn’t until then, that first week in New York, that I realized that Mike liked guys. As in, he had a regular parade of hot men in and out of the apartment. He’d bang them and send them out the door by morning. At first I felt a little uncomfortable but then realized it was because I’d been having gay thoughts lately. A lot of them. I confessed them to Mike one night.
"You dog!" he teased, punching my playfully in the arm. "And here I thought I was the only one." Then he paused and got a little serious. "You ever done it, Eric?"
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m still a virgin that way.”
Mike thought about it a sec, then slapped my knee. “I know just the thing. Mitch Harding. The fucker gives the best head of any guy I know.”
I didn’t even have to give my assent. It was a given that my brother was going to set me up on a blowjob date with his fuck buddy. The next night Mitch showed up after work. I don’t know what I was expecting but Mitch wasn’t it. Late 30s, not quite stocky but definitely beefy beneath his suit, wearing a wedding ring, total corporate dude. I was already boned and dripping and expectation and Mitch didn’t waste time. He shimmied down between my legs and pulled out my cock.
"Damn, you’re hung even more than your brother," he said before swallowing my rod. I couldn’t believe sex between guys could be so straight-forward, so right to the point. I loved it. Especially three minutes later when I blew a major load of jizz down the guy’s throat. I was hooked.
I wasn’t ready to date other guys so I did what Mike did. Fucked my way through a bunch of one-night stands and quick hookups. Sex never felt so good and so easy.
One evening my brother came home with the news he’d been promoted. We opened up the champagne for a toast. By the second glass it felt natural and right. Me and my brother sitting next to one another on the couch, our bodies close, our faces inching closer. Our mouths connecting.
"I’m glad you moved in, little bro," Mike muttered before placing his lips back on my mine and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
The doorbell rang, and I surged down the stairs to answer it. It was my brother, standing there with his bags and a silly grin on his face. He pulled me into a tight bear hug. “Miss me?”
I laughed in glee. “Of course I did, you fucker.” He’d just gotten back from two consecutive tours in Afghanistan.
“Mom and Dad home?” he asked, releasing me from his vice grip. I shook my head. “Perfect,” he growled, then mashed his lips against mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth. “God, I missed you.”
I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him into the house so we wouldn’t be seen. “I’ve been practicing,” I bragged, leading him to the living room.
“Can’t wait to find out. Ready to give me your welcome home present, baby brother?”
“I’ve been ready since the moment you left.” I tore his pants down and dropped to my knees.
For some reason Clark and his two best buds were always SO horned after wrestling practice….
Little brother about to lose his virginity with older brother’s help
I knew it was wrong to spy on Dad like this but it almost like he wanted me to watch. Everyday he’d come home during his lunch hour with a different guy and would screw him into the mattress while shouting insults and obscenities. And every time his bedroom door was left cracked open.