“Oh no, bro!" 06 (Patreon)

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Chapter 6: Divination Rod

I was covered in our mess. The explosions we had both laid on my chest and abdomen were dripping down both sides of me.

The sun was setting, and when Brett turned and headed for the door, a layer of sweat shined on his round little butt from the golden light through my window. It was suddenly less horny to me, after finally draining my balls, but it was still something. It was aesthetic. It was nice. I wanted a pic of it. 

I stood up carefully, trying to avoid getting jizz everywhere, but I failed to keep my blanket clean. I followed him into the bathroom, and stepped in behind him into the warm water. 

He started rubbing me down with body wash quickly. He seemed especially interested in my muscles. I washed the lube off my ass, and I rubbed from his pits to his balls and taint. I held him tight against me, reaching my big arms around him to rub his back and his bubbly ass. He leaned his warm, wet head on my chest and gently soaped up my ass in return. 

We stayed like that for a long time. Silent. Maybe processing.

Even though we were both hard most of the time, we somehow avoided jerking each other off again. It was like we were in a new phase of this thing now. We were accepting whatever was developing between us, whatever taboo we had released, or wall we had broken down. 

Getting everything out of our system had calmed us down in an unexpected way. I looked at his naked body like someone I had deep affection for, not a competition over dick size or an object of antagonistic brotherly rivalry. It was just Brett. The guy from across the hall who looks like me, but two years younger, and with a much bigger dick. 

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When mom and dad got home we were chilling on the couch, him leaning back into me, my arm around him and my hand resting on his chest. 

“Nice to see you boys getting along,” mom said in passing on her way to the kitchen. Dad didn’t even look up as he went straight to the back porch to have a cigarette.

I smiled internally. I had never felt so warm, wholesome, affectionate in my life. It felt like the way things were meant to be. I wondered internally why we hadn’t done something like this earlier, why I had spent so long feeling tormented by him, why I hadn’t realized that the simple solution was right there all along. Maybe it took some incidental anal pressure and a subsequent session of voyeuristic pleasure before we could cross that line. I wondered if another timeline existed where I hadn’t gotten out of bed and watched him, jerked off in his underwear, where he hadn’t found my cum in his underwear, added his own load, and returned it to me. It had taken escalation on both our parts to get this far, and I was feeling something new. I couldn’t decide if it was gratitude, love, affection, or what, but whatever it was, it came along with a deep sense of lust. 

When mom and dad went to bed, Brett got even more comfortable with me.

Only moments after we heard their door close, it was like he had been waiting to lay into me again, but with some new ideas of his own. That energy that I was used to feeling from him was suddenly back, roaring through him in shaky, horny energy. But instead of playing a prank on me and flashing me his dick or his ass, he reached into my underwear and started rubbing around. He gently tugged on my balls, pushing my shaft to the side. He ran a finger down my taint to my hole, bringing his whole hand back up to grab my dick. His hands were smaller than mine, and it was a strange sensation to have him rubbing my junk to life. 

I was hard in seconds, his hands finding the sensitive head of my dick and rubbing it between his fingers until it had grown thick enough to put his whole hand around it. My underwear hooked under my shaft as he continued to stroke me slowly, pointing it at himself and watching it carefully, like he was curious about the drops of pre-cum he was coaxing out of it.

I didn’t have to ask what he was doing. It already felt somewhat normal, or at least expected. He started to work himself up as he reached up with his other hand and felt my body, gripping my bicep, my pecs, my abs. I chuckled. It almost tickled. He played with me for a minute, then leaned down and kissed my abs.

This kinky fucker, I thought to myself.

It felt good as I felt his breath lightly tickle my body. He kissed my pecs and my nipples, running his tongue around my areola and nibbling gently.

He felt my muscles intimately, like he was both making love to me with his lips as well as inspecting me. It was the first time he had really taken free reign and explored my body. It made sense that he would want to. I remember always looking up to older guys, with their bigger muscles, taller bodies and more confident attitudes. I always wanted to look like them. 

I was just on the other side of it now.

“You’re so big,” he said, “I wanna start lifting.”

“You’re at a good starting point,” I said, trying to be supportive as I gripped his small bicep. “You just need to join a sport or come to the lifting room with me.”

“I’ll come,” he said, as he started crawling over me. I watched his brazenness, doing this out in the open, trusting that mom and dad wouldn’t come out of their room. I just acted like it was normal and kept talking. It was easier than addressing what was happening verbally.

“I go on days when there’s no practice,” I said, as his crotch got closer to my face, his hips inching further up my torso. I looked at the meat in his boxer briefs. I could see the blood flowing into it. I was slightly scared of what was going to happen. An image flashed in my head of his giant dick forcing its way into my mouth. I was scared of what it would taste like. He was a sweaty, gross male after all. Would this be the line I couldn’t cross? I just continued talking about the weight room.

“Wednesdays at least,” I muttered, my breath catching halfway through the words, “Sometimes weekends too.” I looked up into his eyes, he looked back at me. His eyes said he was curious, but serious.

“if the coach leaves it open for us,” I added with a gulp.

His knees inched up either side of my chest, and he pressed his bulge into my face. I closed my eyes and sniffed deeply. I had to admit I liked it, whatever this strange dynamic was. I like that he had grown up across the hall as this little shrimp who played pranks on me, and now he was taking me on a strange journey of appreciating cock.

He started humping my face, a little aggressively. I felt the thing throb against my mouth and my cheek. He pressed hard, and it was like blood left the shaft each time, only to return at double the intensity. 

I reached up and pulled his waistband down, freeing the beast. I didn’t expect to accelerate this quickly, but I think it just made sense at this point. When you’ve known someone your whole life, I guess you don’t have to talk about everything, once you’ve crossed the line of getting off together the first time. 

His big piece of meat slapped me in the face, already leaking on my cheek. I opened my mouth, letting it fall onto my bottom lip. I licked the tip of it, surprised at the taste of him for some reason. It was less musk than I expected. It hit me that a dick doesn’t taste the same as balls smell. I just tasted skin, and a drop of pre-cum. I ran my tongue around the big, round tip of him and took it between my lips.

I loved Brett, and this was just a new interaction we were doing together. My heart stopped racing in my chest. I closed my eyes, and let the feelings take over as I made out with his superior cock.

It was clear that he loved the sensation. He exhaled and grabbed my hair. But his body didn’t really know what to do. There was no rhythm as he tried to push in. He had clearly never been with someone before. To be fair, neither had I, so we were both learning.

His dick was too big for my mouth. It stretched my jaw and made me sore to even keep it open for him to enter me. 

I put my hands on his sides, shifting him off of me, and switching positions basically. I lifted him off the couch, his small, light body an easy thing to raise. I set him down on his back, and he looked up at me sweetly. The look on his face was pure horniness, with a hint of submissive boy. My strength had reminded him that I could control things if needed. His curiosity and hormonal drive had started this, but I was going to take us to the next level. 

There was no sense of fear anymore. The walls of pranks and taunting between us had completely disappeared. We were just two horny guys, speaking with our bodies. We didn’t have to discuss what this meant for us. All that mattered was what we were doing in the moment, and how good it felt.

I held up his legs, and licked his balls. 

There’s the familiar scent, I thought. The balls were what I knew, having always smelled my own instinctively off my fingers. I had gotten a whiff of his own nuts off his underwear, and it reminded me of my own, maybe two years less developed musk-wise.

I looked down at that pink hole again. I was ready.

I leaned down and stuck my tongue into it. 

The heat of it was the first thing I noticed. He radiated his desperation onto my lip as I leaned in and started making out with his ass. He released a slight moan, along with an “Oh fug…”, then stopped himself. 

I nibbled on his taint and ran my tongue firmly around the area, returning to his hole repeatedly. It didn’t taste bad. It tasted like Brett.

He reached down and put his hand on the back of my head. 

“That feels so good,” he whispered.

I just grunted in response, continuing my ravenous licking and tongue-punching. I pushed in as far as I could go. I had seen him with the remote, and I knew he could take a lot more than a tongue.

He started to wank himself over my head, and I reached up to hold both his wrists down. He laid his head back and focused on lifting his legs, letting me do what I wanted to his ass. 

He started moaning, and I only lifted my head once to tell him, “shut up.”

He did his best, but kept making little noises, especially when I started digging my face into him roughly. 

I finally got up and went to my room, returning a moment later with the tube of vaseline jelly stuff.

He was still keeping his legs in the air, waiting for me, pulling his little cheeks apart and showing his little wet pink hole I had been going to town on.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” he said.

I tossed him the bottle. “Why don’t you go first, stud.”