twisted-talez: “Thanks for picking me up from the bus station, Travis,” I said, trying n
twisted-talez: “Thanks for picking me up from the bus station, Travis,” I said, trying not to stare at my older brother’s washboard abs as he drove us home on route 16. He rarely wore a shirt, and I wasn’t about to complain. “I’m happy to give you a ride, Bobby,” he smiled. “We’re all glad to have you home for the weekend. How’s college goin’? You liking it?”“Yeah. My classes aren’t too bad so far,” I replied. “And the guys in my dorm are pretty cool.”“You been to any of those wild frat parties they got up there?” he asked, his voice suddenly serious. “Uh — yeah,” I answered. “A few parties.”“You been suckin’ cock at those parties?” he inquired with an accusatory tone, his eyes meeting mine. “What? — No,” I stammered. “Why would you think that?”“My buddy TJ was up there partying with some guys at your school last weekend,” he began. “And TJ said he saw you at a frat party with your face in some dude’s crotch.”“That wasn’t me,” I denied. “TJ is a lying sack of shit. That could’ve been any dude.”“No,” my brother insisted. “TJ said it was you, and that you then sucked him off and begged him not to tell me about it.”“That fucker,” I exclaimed. “He promised to keep his fucking mouth shut. Fine. I like to suck dick. Now you know.”My brother was quiet after that, not taking his eyes off the road. A pit started to form in my stomach. He’d always been a pussy hound. It couldn’t be easy to have a little brother who sucked cock. “Where are we going, Travis?” I demanded as he took an unexpected turn onto a muddy road. “This isn’t the way home.” He didn’t answer me, his eyes still locked on the road. And then I realized we were headed to the old, abandoned mill. With mud splattering the sides of the car, we were soon there. Travis brought the car to a quick stop. “If my little brother is gonna be sucking dick,” he announced unzipping his pants, “then he better fuckin’ suck mine.” “But — but what about Trula?” I stammered. “You’ve been with her for three years.”“Fuck Trula,” he spat. “She don’t suck cock for shit. Now you want this big dick or not?”“I want it,” I exclaimed, unleashing his thick eight-incher from his shorts. His hand went to the back of my head, pushing me down on his cock as the heady aroma of his pubes filled my nostrils. “Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, his head rolling back as I deep-throated his big dick. “When TJ told me you gave the best head he’d ever had, I knew I had to get my cock down your throat.”With his hand on the back of my head, Travis began to face fuck me with a violent intensity, his balls slapping my face. “Yeah, Bobby. You really do know how to throat a dick,” he praised. “You taste my precum? You like it?”“Mmm hmm,” I answered, his cock pummeling my tonsils as saliva streamed from my mouth and coated his balls. “Good, ‘cause your about to taste a lot more of me,” he replied, giving one more thrust before I felt his cock swelling and pulsing down my throat. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut,” he growled as his balls unloaded and I greedily devoured his warm, salty cum.“Yeah, clean it up for me,” Travis ordered as I licked and sucked his cock and balls, removing the sticky remains of his load. His finger traveled down the back of my shorts as I worked, probing the tight folds of my virgin hole. “TJ told me you rode his dick like a cowboy at a rodeo,” my brother informed me, pushing his finger into me. “He said you loved his cock up your ass.”“That’s a lie,” I protested as I sat upright. “I’ve never been fucked. Honest.”“Maybe it’s time for that to change,” Travis replied, guiding my body on top of him as he pushed into my tight hole, waves of pleasure and pain coursing through me. Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link