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Subject: What the F is Wrong with Me Chapter 7 What the F is Wrong with Me by Alex ail Remember to contribute to Nifty! by Alex Wellens Chapter Seven Nick’s phone woke us at 6am. I squinted through my eyes as I stretched my limbs and yawned. Nick wrapped himself around my body and stretched with me… oh fuck… that’s right… I slepted in Nick’s bed last night… because… “Get off.” I croaked, as I released myself from his embrace. I jumped out of his bed and glared at him, furiously. “I can’t believe what you did!” Nick tried to shush me, but I was having none of it. “Oh, fuck off!” I said forcefully, but quietly, realizing we could be heard. “You’re a fucking asshole, Nick. How the fuck could you do that to me? How could you do that to ANYONE, let alone your older brother???” I was incredulous. I was furious. I was humliated. “Just calm down, bro. Calm down…” Nick stared me straight in the eye while he cooed at me, with a smirk on his face. That arrogant little shit… “Don’t give me that shit!. This is serious, man… I mean, what THE FUCK?!?” I lost it a bit for a few seconds, trying not to cry and scream. “Connor, bud, c’mere.” He patted the bed for me to come lie next to him again. When I remained standing there in refusal, he rolled his eyes. “Okay, Connor. Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do. I don’t know why I did it, maybe it was just about knowing IF I could it… Anyway, I don’t really know where or how this started, but once I realized we both liked it, I just kinda kept going with it…” He led off. “LIKED IT? I sure as shit didn’t like it!” I was horrified at the mere suggestion that I like any part of what we did. Nick once again smirked and locked eyes with me. “Connor, babe, you loved every fucking minute of it.” He spoke without hesitation. “I never figured you for gay before, but… I started paying attention when I realized you were jerking off to me.” That’s not how I’d put it, but I didn’t argue just yet. “I started catching you looking at me. STARING at me. And you would always look away when I caught you. Any straight guy that would get caught looking would just laugh it off, but a gay guy? A gay guy would look away in shame so he didn’t have to admit to lookin’. You looked away. Not only did you look away,” he conitued in a soft voice, “but you looked so confused and ashamed. I felt bad because I don’t like seein’ my big brother hurtin’. I figured you were gay and just didn’t realize it yet. I HATED seeing you go through all that. I wanted to help you out any way I could, so you wouldn’t be so confused anymore. Plus… I was so goddamn horny,” he chuckled. “I’M NOT FUCKIN’ QUEER!” Even as I yelled the words, I started to believe them less. He was right. Any regular dude who got caught checking out another dude would just laugh it off. That shit happens all the time! You catch a glimpse of a guy’s muscle flexing, see his skin glow in the afternoon sun, see your bro pull off something slick… finding yourself admiring him… What? What the fuck was I saying??? Oh, right. Sometimes you find yourself checking out another dude and just smile and laugh, as if to say ‘My bad, brah. Just basking in your awesomeness. lol. Good for you.’ Nick looked at me with softness in his eyes. “Okay, Connor. Whatever you say, babe-” “And stop callin’ me ‘babe’, dammit!” “Okay, Connor… I won’t make you do anything you don’t wanna do. Let’s just get ready for school. We’ll just forget about it, okay?” Nick said, sweetly. I wanted nothing more than to forget everything that happened between us this weekend. But could I??? Yeah… yeah, I could. I NEEDED to forget all this horrible shit. “Yeah… yeah, we’ll just forget it. Nothing happened this weekend. We’ll NEVER talk about it again.” I found his eyes and locked in as I spoke. “Whatever you say, bro. Whatever you say…” Two hours later Nick and I were sitting in our seperate classes, not thinking about what happened over the last few days. There was no way I was gonna be thinking about stroking my brother’s cock. His big cock… licking it… swallowing it… SHIT! Anytime I lost focus during class I would find myself thinking about Nick. Thinking about his cock… Thinking about Nick’s big… thick… fifteen year old COCK… ugh! I needed to focus all my attention on the whiteboard in the front of class, otherwise I’d be doing this all day. But that’s all I did. I must’ve been interrupted by thoughts of Nick at least a hundred times until lunch period. At least eating food helped pull my focus away, but… it didn’t last long. By the time I got home from school I was sick to my stomach. All those confusing feelings made my head spin. I felt lost and pathetic. I was also horny. VERY horny. I grabbed my hard dick and started to stroke it, using the familiar sensation to anchor myself steady. It worked. I felt myself calming down. I tried imagining some of the hot chicks in my class, but the only thing my imagination seemed capable of manifesting in my mind was my little brother’s horsecock. I LITTERALY couldn’t get him off my mind. It was so confusing! I ended up taking a nice hot shower to calm myself and cool my thoughts. I felt exhausted. Exhausted from my mental battles all day. I passed out early. Tuesday morning came. My dad, Nick and I sat at the breakfast table eating cereal, trying to wake up. I kept looking at Nick. He was in my dreams all night long. I barely got any rest. I was still exhausted. He looked perfectly normal, though. Nick was acting as if nothing had happened between us, as if I hadn’t sucked his cock like a greedy little slut… EW! See??? THESE were the thoughts occupying my mind the last few days. istanbul travesti Why wasn’t he as freaked out as I was? Probably because he was the one that actually got the blowjob. I was the one who GAVE it. Of course I was gonna freak out more than him. I tried catching his eye all morning. A few days ago it seemed like, no matter how hard I tried, he would always catch me. Now it’s like he’s avoiding my gaze on purpose… “H-hey,” it was the first thing I’d said to him since the previous morning. “Sup, bro?” He asked, nonchalantlly, looking down at his phone. We were on the bus, sitting next to each other in the back. “We good?” I asked, sounding more desperate than I realized. “We’re good, man. It was just a misunderstanding. It’s like it never even happened.” He looked up and stared, blankly, at the back of the bus seat in front of us. “Cool. Yeah. Sweet.” I felt no relief at all as the words fell out of me. This fucking sucks… That evening I was tossing and turning in my bed, going insane with the same thoughts running back and forth in my mind. I was totally and completely lost and alone… and horny. The problem was, I couldn’t even get hard anymore. Normally, I pitch wood a dozens times throughout the day, but I hadn’t gotten hard ONCE since yesterday afternoon. I stopped myself from jerking off when all I could think about was Nick and his gorgeous cock. Since then, I haven’t been able to get hard. Even IF I allowed myself to think about Nick during my jerk off fantasy, it wouldn’t do any good if I couldn’t get hard! I needed to end this torment. I knew what needed to be done. No matter how muched I hated it. No matter how much I loved it. I was standing outside of Nick’s bedroom door. I knocked. “Yeah?” Nick sounded annoyed. “It’s me.” I said, just loud enough for him to hear. A pause. Then, “Come in.” I opened the door, moved in quickly, and shut the door again as quietly as I could. Then I turned around to look at my baby brother. “Can I help you with something?” He asked in an obnoxious tone. I immediately regretted coming to see him. I felt ashamed. Ashamed of myself for losing my mind during all this. Ashamed of debasing myself for my brother’s pleasure. Ashamed of liking it… My face was beet red as I stared down at my feet. I heard Nick sigh. He spoke with a softer tone in his voice, “C’mere, Connor.” I looked up and, for the first time all day, Nick was staring right back at me. I felt lightning course through me as our eyes met. My knees went weaked and I found myself leaping into bed with him, his comforting gaze making me feel safe beside him. “I-I don’t…” I trailed off, not really sure what I wanted to say. “Shhh,” Nick cooed. “I know, buddy. You’re okay. You’re safe. Come to papa.” My eyes welled up and I snorted, wetly, as I dove in for a hug. Nick’s arms wrapped around me, locking me in a tight embrace. “I don’t know what’s going ooonnnnnn…” I cried in his shoulder. “I’ve never felt like th-this bef-oooore,” I continued to let out my frustrations, feeling relief from getting them off my chest. “I know, buddy. I know.” Nick gently rubbed the back of my head as I soaked his tshirt. “Let it out. Let it all out…” Five minutes later, after I finished crying my eyes out, I looked up into Nick’s face. I felt pathetic and vulnerable, completely and utterly exposed. Nick looked at me with a smile. “That better?” He asked. I shook my head yes. “Good. Good boy.” He pulled me in for another hug, my face resting against his neck, my cheeks hot from Nick’s validation. He giggled like a schoolboy. “Uh, oh. Somebody liked that,” he teased. “My baby likes it when I call him a good boy, doesn’t he?” He chuckled again and leaned down so we were nose to nose. I was too embarassed to admit it. Nick could see me trying not to break out in a smile, but he wouldn’t stop until he saw it. “I think you like that A LOT. Dontcha, babe?” His voice was light and teasing, but dripping with confidnece. “Well… you ARE a good boy-” I couldn’t help it, I broke out in a smile, trying not to giggle. “Okay, okay!” I relented. “You win! I like it, okay?” I peeled my eyes away and looked up at the cieling, trying to hide my embarassment. “Mm, I like it when you say I win.” Nick’s hand pulled me in to look at him again, wiggling his eyebrows as he spoke. His gaze was sharper now, more intense. “Say it again.” He whispered, deeply. I felt myself blush again. “You win.” Oh my god, that felt so good to say. Another jolt went through me as I admitted defeat to my younger brother. FUCK it felt good. A look of pure lust overcame Nick’s face. He rolled on top of me, his young jock butt sitting on my belly. His eyes pierced into me, his bottom jaw jutted outward, a look of dominance on him. “What do you want?” He asked me, grabbing my hands and intertwining our fingers, holding me down against the bed. I looked at him, stupidly. “What do you want, Connor?” He asked more aggressively, his breath quickening. “I-I um…” What did I want? I wanted to not be confused anymore. I wanted to be able to think clearly again. I wanted to be able to sleep through the night again. I wanted to cum! I NEEDED to cum. I was so horny and it had been two fucking days since the last time I jizzed. Two days since I was able to get hard… I needed to get my nut. I was gonna do anything to get it. “Please, Nick…” I whispered. “I need to cum. It’s been driving me crazy for days. I haven’t gotten hard since…” “Since I jerked you off.” Nick finished. It wasn’t exactly true, but it was true enough. I nodded slowly. “Okay, buddy. I’ll help ya out. But first you’re gonna help ME out, okay?” He asked kadıköy travesti gently. His look softened and he lowered himself towards my face, his lips stopped a millimeter from mine. “Tell me what you’re gonna do. Tell daddy what you’re gonna do for him, baby.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I was overcome with lust, feeling Nick’s hot breath on my lips. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna s-suck your c-cock, daddy-” Nick dove his lips into mine, thrusting his tongue deep into me… It was fucking magical. My body shuddered as I grasped his face between my hands, pulling him deeper into the kiss. I felt his ass grinding into me, his hard dick rubbing through the fabric of his shorts. I was in a frenzy. All I wanted was to grab Nick’s huge cock and stuff it in my willing, desparate mouth. “Whoahhhh. Hold up there, buddy.” Nick chortled. “I know you want this bad,” he said as he grabbed his hardon through his shorts. “But I have something else in mind.” What the fuck? He JUST told me he wanted me to suck his cock, and now he’s changing his mind??? “I wanna make love to you, Connor. I wanna make love to your throat, babe…” He raised his eyebrow. “W-what?” “I wanna take my time. Feel your tight throat as I slide in and out slowly. I wanna feel you gag as I cut off your air supply, knowing that you’re totally and completely submitting yourself to me. To your little brother. To your little brother’s BIG, THICK, COCK… Think you can do that for me, Connor? Think you can submit yourself to daddy? I promise I won’t hurt you.” His voice was so soft, so urgent. He knelt on top of me, slowly humping his hard cock up and down my chest as he cooed into my ear. “Whaddya say, babe?” I was an equal mix of horny and terrified. I didn’t really understand what he meant. He had ended up gagging me a few times the other night when I sucked him off. He had even managed to throat fuck me a bit. It was mostly unpleasant, mostly… I had to admit, I did end up enjoying most of it. Maybe having Nick ‘make love’ to my throat wouldn’t be so awful. There was only one way to find out, and I was horny enough to chance it. I nodded. “Tell me, Connor. Tell daddy what you want. Tell me. Now.” Our noses touched as he stared deep into me. I knew what I wanted. “I want you to fuck my throat, daddy.” Nick’s face lit up in triumph and lust. “I wanna gag on your big cock.” Nick snickered. “I want you to use my throat like a pussy and pound it out until I pass out!” I licked my teeth as I imagined what was about to happen. Nick brought his lips to my ear and growled deeply, “I will, baby. But first, I’m gonna make love to you.” Nick sat up, grabbed me and rolled me so that we were in a 69 position. I still didn’t really understand what he meant by ‘making love’ to my throat, but I was too in heat to care. Nick pulled down his shorts, releasing his rock-hard mammoth teen cock. “Open up, baby. Let me in.” I opened my mouth and felt Nick’s cockhead slide across my tongue. “Mmm,” Nick cooed. “Good boy. Stick that tongue out. Let daddy’s cock in deeper.” I did as he told me, sticking my tongue out so it was easier for his large cock to slide deeper into my mouth. “Goooood boy. Now, I’m gonna push in for a few seconds. Try to keep calm and get used to it.” Without waiting for a reply, Nick slowly pushed his cockhead into my throat. I gagged a little, but tried to stay calm like he said. I just laid there on my back, arms at my side as my brother held his cockhead in my throat. After a few seconds he pulled out. I immdiately gasped for air and coughed as Nick’s hard wet cock loomed just inches from my mouth. “That was good, bud. Let’s go again.” I didn’t get a chance to hold my breath before Nick slid his cock back into my mouth, pushing againt my tight throat. He breached, I snorted in discomfort, but that was all. He pushed a few more inches into my throat, groaning as he did. “Mmmmm, yeahhhh, baby. You’re such a good boyyyyy.” Nick encouraged me, as he choked me for what felt like at least ten seconds. I had to push Nick off and regurgitate his throbbing cock in order to breath. “It’ll get easier, Connor. C’mon. Put it back.” I breathed quickly and held my breathe as I guided Nick’s cock back into my mouth. Without any notice, Nick thrust his cock back in my throat a few inches. He held it there for a few seconds before gently rolling his hips back and forth, fucking into my throat a few inches at a time. It was such a turn on. I felt so hot being used like a fleshlight for my younger brother’s man-sized cock. But it was also still uncomfortable, especailly since I couldn’t breath. I think I lasted a few seconds longer this time before my throat forced out his intruding member. My body convulsed as I gasped for air, for sweet, sweet air. My lungs were on fire and my throat was sore, but I knew I wasn’t done yet. I was rock-hard. I was so turned on, and it was all from giving my little brother the ultimate sacrifice. A sacrifice I was willing to give as long as it still felt this good. “There we go, buddy… You got it,” Nick encouraged me. I felt his hand wrap firmly around my dick. Oh fuck, it felt good. “Put it back.” I gulped some air, stuck out my tongue and immediately felt Nick thrust his huge cock back down my willing throat. I felt his pubes mash against my face as he buried himself to the hilt in my throat. His loose balls covered my nostrils as he rested his entire weight on me. I was completely smothered. I felt Nick’s cock throb in my throat as my body convulsed, trying to get use to being suffocated. “Goooood boyyyyyy,” Nick cooed. He started thrusting back and forth, his cock never leaving my throat, never letting me bakırköy travesti breath. “You’re doing such a good job, baaabe. This is fucking incredible. Aw fuck!” Nick lost control for a moment and savagely thrust his cock in and out of my spasming throat. I snorted, mucus shooting out of my nose. Still unable to draw a breath. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry!” He only sounded half-sorry. “It just feels so god damn GOOD. Here, let me stroke you. Let daddy stroke you as he fucks your bitch throat. You like it?” As much as I was disgusted to admit, I did like it. I liked it even though it felt like I was suffocating to death. I nodded vigoroulsy, letting Nick know how much I liked it. That must’ve satisfied him some, because a moment later he pulled out. I gasped again. Sucking in air like I never have before. Not even the hardest sports training could prepare me for my hung little brother suffocating me as he made love to my throat. I had to prove myself. Just as I finished taking a breathe, Nick sank his hard throbbing cock back deep into my throat. He kept it there for about thrity seconds before I started to snort again. That set him off, he rabbit-fucked my tight throat for another thirty seconds or so. He moaned and groaned as I made him feel good. I was so proud, so turned on. “Take a big breathe,” Nick commanded as he withdrew his cock. “This next part is gonna be rough, but I know you can do it, bud. Don’t think about anything except my cock. Just take it. Okay, baby?” Nick pulled up enough so that I was able to look up at him, his engorged genitals hanging ominously above my face. “Okay.” I looked at him, wide-eyed. “Good boy,” Nick smiled. He scooted so that his calves were locked on either side of my neck, I could smell the musk from his balls and ass. “I love you, Connor.” With that, Nick forced his horsecock as deep into my throat as it would go. I couldn’t’ve gotten him off me, even if I’d wanted to. Nick’s legs had me locked in a tight grip, his ass resting against my forhead, forcing my throat to straighten out. I was completely under his control, and his mercy. And he had none… I never knew a throat was capable of taking such a forceful pounding. Nick just kept going. When I threw my hands up to push him off, all he did was wrap his arms around mine and lock in behind my arched back. I was his object, his plaything to be used and abused. I didn’t know how much longer I could go without air. The suffocating feeling only got worse as my throat endured Nick’s brutal fucking, thrusting in and out as he choked the life out of me. It was amazing. The longer I went without air, without reprieve, the hotter I got. I could feel my orgasm mounting. It felt like no other way I’ve orgasmed before, a slow build to a new high. “Yeahhhhhhh,” Nick growled loudly. “Your little dickie is throbin’, bro. You love it when I rape your throat, don’t you, babe? Oh, yeahhhhh, you do. I’m not cumming until you do. I’m not gonna stop fuckin’ your throat like a pussy until I see you jizz.” Oh man, I was almost there. I could feel my orgasm coming as the lights started fading, the world was going dark. “Yeahhhhh. You wanna cum?” Thrust, thrust, thrust. “You gonna cum for me baby?” Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. “Fuck, baby! I’m almost there! You’re so fucking amazing! You LOVE making daddy feel this good! Oh, yeah! Fucking, baby… cum for me!” The instant he told me to cum, I started blasting all over us. Some of it must’ve hit his face, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the ecstacy of my orgasm, suffocating as my brother forced his throbbing cock balls-deep in my throat, unleashing his own hot load. “OH MY GGGOOODDD!!!” I had no choice, Nick’s huge load fired down my windpipe, coating the insides of my lungs. My instincts told me to start coughing in order to expel the liquid, but Nick’s entire weight was concentrated on burrying his cock deep in my spasming throat. Torrents of his hot teenage spunk filled my lungs, putting me through an intense aggony. That was it. I blacked out. “Hey, hey!” I awoke to Nick gently slapping my face. I felt myself take a ragged breathe before uncontrollably coughing up a fit. I managed to spit out the load of jizz Nick had just shot into my lungs. They were on fire, as if I’d just drowned in a pool and needed to expel all the water from them. When he saw me come-to, Nick looked relieved. “You had me worried there for a second, bud. You okay?” I looked into my little brother’s eyes, seeing his loving gaze. “Yeah, man.” I coughed again. “I’m okay… That was fucking intense, though.” I mumbled. Nick smirked, it was then I noticed he had my load plastered across his face. “Yeah, but you did really, really great. I’m proud of you, bud. You took it like a champ. And there’s NO WAY you could’ve done it if you hadn’t wanted to. I’m glad I was able to help you figure these things out. Just trust me, okay?” He twirled his fingers through my hair as he looked into me. “Okay, Nick.” I smiled. “Good boy,” he winked. I blushed again and felt the euphoria of it all come crashing down around me. “Now, be a good boy and lick your yucky cum off my face.” Nick commanded. I smiled, impishly, as leaned forward and slid my tongue across his face. He scrunched up, but I licked all over, feeling like a little cum slut. I licked around his chin, around his ear, his cheek, his nose… When I was all done, Nick leaned in and gently kissed me. He knew exactly what he was doing. Nick pulled away. “Does my little cum slut feel better now?” He held my chin close to his face. The only response I could think of was a “Yes, daddy.” We both broke out laughing, the tension from the last few days disappearing around us. I looked at my brother Nick, realizing the magnitude of how things have changed. Instead of being disgusted and terrified, I felt safe and loved. And I couldn’t wait to have my brother’s cock in me again… What the fuck is wrong with me???

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