M stepped through the unlocked door and shut it quietly behind him, the faint scent of sweat and fabric softener greeting him in the small apartment. He followed the low light down the hall until he reached the bedroom, where Big Bro lay shirtless on the rumpled sheets in nothing but grey sweatpants, one hand wrapped around his smooth cock while the other held his phone.
"I didn't know if you'd actually come," Big Bro said, his voice easy and Midwestern-warm, though his eyes stayed locked on M with quiet command. He gave his cock a slow stroke, the head already glistening.
M's thin shirt clung to his slim frame, his loose shorts doing little to hide the persistent hardness between his legs. The loads from H and Nick shifted inside him with every step, a slick reminder that made his hole twitch. "I wanted to," he answered, voice soft but steadying as he took another step forward. Big Bro's free hand patted the edge of the mattress. "Then get over here and show me. Strip first."
"Yes, sir," M replied, his voice soft with that familiar British lilt as he tugged the thin shirt over his head and dropped it aside. He stepped right up to the edge of the bed, shoved his loose shorts down his narrow hips, and stepped out of them completely, leaving himself bare in the low light. The cool air brushed his pale, freckled skin while he climbed onto the mattress and slid close beside Big Bro, their bodies aligning on the rumpled sheets.
Big Bro let go of his own cock and reached for M's hand, guiding it down to wrap around the smooth, cut shaft in place of his own. "There. Stroke it nice and slow," he said, warm and easy, eyes half-lidded as he watched M's fingers begin to move. "You like that? Feels good in your hand?" M nodded, tightening his grip and giving a steady pull from base to head, precum already easing the slide. Big Bro leaned in without warning and kissed him, slow and deep, one hand sliding up to rest on M's slender chest. "Go on, touch me more," he murmured against M's lips. "Feel these arms, these pecs. Tell me what you think."
M's free hand roamed upward, tracing the firm curve of Big Bro's bicep before pressing flat against the solid plane of his chest, feeling the muscle shift under warm skin. "You're so thick," M whispered between kisses, thumb circling a nipple while his other hand kept working the thickening cock in steady strokes. Big Bro smiled against his mouth, flexing deliberately so the muscle jumped. "Yeah? Keep telling me. Kiss me again while you do it." Their mouths met once more, tongues brushing as M's palm glided over the defined abs and up to the rounded shoulder, the rhythm of his stroking hand never faltering.
M shifted his hips and torso closer on the bed until his slender, pale body lay pressed along Big Bro's right side, skin meeting warm muscle from shoulder to thigh. His left hand stayed wrapped around the smooth, cut cock, maintaining those slow, steady strokes from base to glistening head, while his right hand rested openly on the firm chest, fingers spread across the defined pectorals. "What else do you like?" M asked quietly, his British accent soft against Big Bro's shoulder as he leaned in and brushed another kiss along the jawline.
Big Bro let out a low breath and flexed the arm M was touching, guiding the smaller hand higher to his rounded shoulder. "I like when a guy really works my muscles while he strokes me," he said, voice easy and warm. "Feel how solid that is? Tell me about it. And don't stop moving that hand." M's fingers traced the curve of the bicep, then slid back down to press flat over the chest again, thumb brushing a nipple as his stroking pace stayed even. "It's so thick and hard under my fingers," M murmured, pressing his own slim chest closer so their bodies aligned more fully. "I like how it moves when you flex. Does it feel good when I touch you here?"
"Yeah, keep doing that," Big Bro answered, turning his head to catch M's mouth in another slow kiss, tongues brushing lightly. His free hand came up to rest on M's narrow hip, not pulling, just holding. "I like hearing you say it. You got a nice grip—tight but not too fast. What do you think of this cock you're playing with?" M's right hand glided lower, palm smoothing over the ridges of the abdomen before returning to the chest, all while his left hand kept the deliberate rhythm. "It's warm and thick in my hand," he said between kisses. "I like how it twitches when I stroke just under the head. Tell me more about what you want me to do with it."
M kept his left hand moving in that steady rhythm around Big Bro's smooth cock, then gave a slow twist on the upstroke, thumb gliding over the head as he asked, "Does it feel better when I twist my wrist like this?" Big Bro's hips shifted slightly under the touch, and he flexed his right arm, the thick bicep swelling noticeably larger than M's slender forearm pressed against it.
"Yeah, that's nice—keep that twist going," Big Bro said, his voice warm and easy as he reached over to guide M's right hand higher onto his broad shoulder. "Look at that. My shoulder's so much wider than your whole hand. You feel how much bigger I am?" He flexed again, the muscle under M's palm hardening into a solid curve that dwarfed the smaller fingers tracing it. M nodded, twisting his wrist once more on the next stroke while leaning in for another kiss, their lips meeting as Big Bro's defined chest rose with a slow breath. "Go on, tell me what you think of these arms compared to yours."
M's right hand slid down from the rounded shoulder to the firm pectoral, palm spreading wide over the thick muscle that easily covered twice the area of his own slim chest. "Your arms are so much thicker," he murmured between kisses, fingers pressing into the solid pec as his left hand continued the twisting strokes. "Mine look small next to you." Big Bro smiled against his mouth and flexed the arm again, guiding M's hand to squeeze the bicep. "That's right. Keep stroking while you feel that. I like hearing how much bigger I am than you."
M kept his hand moving on Big Bro's cock with those slow, steady strokes, the head glistening each time his fingers reached the top. He looked up and asked, "Anything I can do to please you more, sir? Anything you like?"
Big Bro's voice stayed easy and relaxed. "I just like to cum. And I like boys that like to make me cum. You a boy like that?"
"Yes, sir. I will do anything you want to help you cum. Just tell me," M replied. Big Bro nodded, his body loose against the pillows. "I'm happy right now, my balls are so full. I've been edging."
M shifted upward on the bed, moving between Big Bro's spread legs and settling directly on top of the grey sweatpants so the fabric pressed against his own thighs and ass. His left hand stayed wrapped around the cock, stroking without pause, while his right hand slid down to cup the balls. "These balls, are they full?"
M kept his left hand moving in that slow, steady rhythm around Big Bro's cock, the smooth shaft warm and thick in his grip. His right hand stayed cupped gently under the balls, feeling their weight. He looked up and asked, "May I kiss your balls sir?"
Big Bro gave a small nod, his voice easy. "Yeah, go ahead. Boys who ask nice get to do that." M leaned down, pressing his lips softly to the skin just below the cock, then again lower, his mouth brushing the heavy balls while his stroking hand never stopped. Big Bro's hips shifted slightly. "That's good. You like being down there?"
"Yes, sir," M murmured against the skin, his breath warm as he kissed again, slower this time. "I want to help you cum. Your balls feel so full." Big Bro's hand rested on M's narrow back, fingers tracing the line of his spine. "Keep talking like that. Tell me how they feel while you kiss them." M pressed another kiss, his right hand giving a light squeeze as his left hand twisted gently on the upstroke. "They feel heavy and warm, sir. Like they're ready."
M lifted his head slightly from the kisses, his right hand still cupping the heavy balls while his left maintained the slow, twisting strokes along the shaft. He looked up at Big Bro and asked, "Sir, may I ask how long it's been since you've cum?"
Big Bro gave a small chuckle, his voice relaxed. "About three days. Been saving it up, edging every night. Feels like these balls are about ready to burst." He shifted his hips a little under M's weight, the grey sweatpants fabric rubbing against M's thighs. "You like knowing that? Like knowing you're the one who's gonna get it out of me?"
"Yes, sir," M answered, giving the balls another gentle squeeze as he kept the rhythm steady on the cock. "I want to help you cum. Just tell me how." Big Bro's hand rested on M's back again, fingers tracing lightly. "You're doing fine right now. Keep those hands moving and those kisses coming. I like how polite you are about it."
Big Bro looked down from the pillows at M sitting between his spread legs, the weight of the smaller man resting on the grey sweatpants. His cock remained hard in M's stroking hand. "How long since you've made someone cum?"
M's right hand stayed cupped under the balls while his left kept the slow, twisting strokes along the shaft. "Um, it was about 45 minutes ago, Sir." Big Bro raised an eyebrow. "What? No way! Another hand job?" M shook his head, his pale cheeks flushing. "Um, no sir. Well, first thing this morning my husband fucked me and came inside me. Then I invited a guy over who fucked me again and bred me. Then my husband came home and discovered us, and they ended up double fucking me. So... ummm... I guess that's,4 times I've made a guy come today?"
Big Bro blinked, clearly surprised, his body going still for a moment. "Four times already? Damn." He let out a short laugh, though his voice stayed relaxed. "You've been busy." M nodded, keeping both hands moving gently as instructed. "Yes, sir. But I still want to help you cum too."
M looked up from between Big Bro's spread legs, his slim body still settled on the grey sweatpants. His left hand kept the slow, twisting strokes along the smooth shaft while his right hand gave the heavy balls another light squeeze. "Does that change anything for you, sir?" he asked, his voice soft.
Big Bro stayed quiet for a moment, clearly taken aback, his muscular chest rising with a slow breath. The surprise showed on his face as he processed what M had just shared. "Four times already today," he said finally, his tone even but thoughtful. "That's... a lot. No, it doesn't change anything. I still want you right here doing exactly what you're doing." He shifted his hips slightly under M's weight. "Keep stroking. Tell me more if you want, but don't stop those hands." M nodded and maintained the rhythm, his palm gliding steadily as Big Bro watched him with that same relaxed gaze.
Big Bro's cock twitched in M's grip. "You really take it that often?" he asked after a pause, voice curious now. "Husband and another guy in one morning?" M kept both hands moving, the balls warm and full beneath his fingers. "Yes, sir. They both came inside me." Big Bro let out a low sound, not quite a laugh. "Damn. Well, you're here now. Focus on me. Squeeze a little firmer on those balls while you stroke. I like that."
M kept his left hand moving in that slow, twisting rhythm along Big Bro's cock while his right hand gave the heavy balls another gentle squeeze. Big Bro looked down at him from the pillows. "I just thought your answer would be like... last week or something."
"I just love pleasing men," M answered, his voice soft. Big Bro nodded once. "I can fucking tell. So that means, right now, your hole has FOUR loads in it?" "Yes sir," M said. Big Bro let out a quiet "huh..." and sat up. He swung his legs off the bed, forcing M to shift back slightly on the mattress. Big Bro stood, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the grey sweatpants, and pushed them down and off, leaving himself fully naked. His thick cock stood out from his muscular frame as he turned back toward M. "So does that mean, that like, you'd basically do whatever I wanted?"
M stayed on the bed, his hands still within reach. He looked up at Big Bro's broad chest and defined arms, waiting for the next instruction while the discarded sweatpants lay on the floor.
M stayed seated on the bed with his hands resting on his own thighs, palms open and still. "Whatever you tell me to do, sir," he said, looking up at Big Bro's naked frame. "You are extremely handsome, and your cock is perfect, and I want nothing more than to help you cum."
Big Bro stood at the side of the bed, his thick cock still hard and his muscular chest rising with each breath. He looked down at M for a long moment, clearly processing the earlier confession about the four loads already inside him. "Huh," he said again, quieter this time, then gave a small nod. "All right. Stay just like that for a second. I like hearing you say it plain like that."
He reached down and gave his own cock a slow stroke, watching M's face. "You really mean that? You'd do anything I told you?" M kept his hands on his thighs and nodded. "Yes, sir. Just tell me." Big Bro's expression stayed calm, though his eyes moved over M's slender body. "Then tell me again how many loads you've got in you right now. I want to hear it one more time."
M remained seated on the edge of the bed, hands resting on his thighs as he looked up at Big Bro. "Four loads, sir. Two from my husband and two from the other man," he said, staying exactly where he was. Big Bro stood naked beside the bed, his thick cock still hard, his expression shifting as he processed the words. He let out another quiet "huh" and nodded toward the nightstand. "Reach into that side drawer and pull out the dildo."
M stayed silent and reached over to the nightstand drawer without a word. He pulled it open, found the dildo inside, and lifted it out, holding it up for Big Bro to see. Big Bro stood naked beside the bed, his thick cock still hard as he watched the smaller man present the toy.
Big Bro nodded slowly. "I always use condoms, and usually even when I'm like dating a guy we take a while to fuck. But I have got to see this in action. Like a porno fantasy. Can you show me that hole?"
"It's a pussy sir. And of course," M answered. He turned halfway onto his stomach on the bed, reached back with both hands, and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his hole to Big Bro's view while the dildo remained in one hand.
M kept his position on the bed, body turned halfway onto his stomach with both hands reaching back to hold his cheeks open. The dildo rested in one palm as he looked over his shoulder. "Would you like me to use the dildo now, sir?" he asked, staying exactly as he was with his hole exposed.
Big Bro stood beside the bed, his muscular frame still, his thick cock hard in front of him. He stared at the presented view for a long moment, the surprise from earlier still visible on his face. "Yeah," he said finally, his voice low and even. "Put it in. I want to see how that pussy looks with four loads already inside it. Go slow." M nodded and brought the dildo closer, pressing the tip against his slick entrance without changing position.
Big Bro watched closely, one hand resting on his own hip. "I didn't expect this when you walked in," he admitted. "Thought you'd just be some shy guy. Now you're showing me a used hole like it's nothing. Keep going. Tell me how it feels when you push it in." M adjusted his grip on the toy, the head beginning to part him as he waited for any further direction.
M stayed turned halfway onto his stomach on the bed, cheeks held open with one hand while the other brought the dildo closer. He spat into his palm, rubbed the saliva over the shaft until it glistened, then pressed the tip against his hole and began to push it in slowly. The toy slid forward inch by inch, meeting little resistance from the slick mess already inside him.
Big Bro stood naked beside the bed, watching intently. "Damn, boy. I keep dating these vers guys—and hot damn." His cock twitched visibly as the dildo disappeared deeper. M kept the toy moving at a steady pace, his slim body shifting slightly with each push. "It goes right in," Big Bro added, his voice low. "Show me how you work it."
M adjusted his grip and eased the dildo out a little before sliding it back in, the wet sounds filling the quiet room. Big Bro reached down and gave his own cock a single slow stroke while he observed. "Keep going just like that. I want to see every bit of it."
Big Bro climbed onto the bed and settled between M's spread legs, his muscular thighs bracketing the smaller man's. He reached forward and took the dildo from M's hand, wrapping his fingers around the base. With his other hand he began stroking his own cock in the same slow rhythm, watching closely as he pushed the toy deeper into M's hole.
The dildo slid in and out under Big Bro's control, each thrust drawing a wet sound from the slick mess inside. Big Bro kept his grip steady on his own shaft, his eyes fixed on the way M's body accepted the toy. "Keep your hands on the bed," he said, voice low. "Let me handle this."
M stayed in position, face turned slightly to the side, while Big Bro worked the dildo with one hand and pumped his cock with the other. The contrast between Big Bro's broad frame and M's slim build was clear in the way their bodies aligned on the sheets.
Big Bro leaned forward between M's spread legs for a closer view, his broad shoulders hunching slightly as he kept the dildo sliding in and out of the slick hole with steady thrusts. His other hand maintained its slow pump along his own thick cock, precum beading at the tip with each pass. The position let him watch every inch of the toy disappear, the wet sounds growing louder as he angled it deeper.
"Look at that," Big Bro said, his voice low and steady. "It just takes it. Four loads already and you're still this open." He pushed the dildo in a little harder, twisting it on the way out before thrusting again. His fist tightened around his shaft. "Tell me how that feels right now."
M stayed turned on the bed, ass presented, the dildo working steadily inside him under Big Bro's control. Big Bro's muscular frame hovered close, eyes fixed on the stretch of the toy as he continued stroking himself without speeding up. "Don't move your hands," he added. "Just stay like that and answer me."
M kept his position on the bed, face turned to the side and hands gripping the sheets as the dildo moved steadily inside him. "It feels so good, sir, thank you," he said, his voice soft and sincere.
Big Bro leaned in a little closer between M's spread legs, still stroking his own cock with one hand while working the toy with the other. After a moment he pulled the dildo out slowly, watching as strings of white cum stretched and broke from the shaft. M's hole stayed open, pink and glistening, a thin trickle of froth leaking from the stretched rim and running down toward his balls. Big Bro paused, the toy held in his fist, his expression shifting as he took in the sight.
"Damn," he said quietly, turning the dildo slightly so the light caught the mess coating it. He gave his own cock another slow stroke, eyes fixed on the open hole. "That's a lot more than I expected to see."
M said, "Is that okay, sir?" and remained motionless on the bed, his body half-turned with his hole still presented. Big Bro examined the dildo a moment longer, the frothy cum visible along its length, then set the toy aside on the sheets. He used his free hand to pull M's cheeks further apart for a clearer view of how open and wet the hole remained. "Yeah, it's more than okay," he replied, his hand never stopping its slow strokes on his cock. He ran a finger along the leaking rim, collecting some of the cum on his fingertip before sliding that finger inside the open hole and pushing it in slowly.
M moaned softly at the intrusion and pushed his hips back, his body taking Big Bro's three fingers easily as they slid past the loosened rim and into the warm, cum-slick heat. The movement drew another trickle of white from his hole, coating Big Bro's knuckles as M pressed down further. Big Bro stayed between M's spread legs, his muscular frame leaning in while his other hand continued its slow strokes along his own thick cock.
"Damn man..." Big Bro said, his voice low and surprised. He curled his fingers slightly inside, feeling the mess coat them before pulling back and pushing in again at the same steady pace. "You weren't kidding. It's just open." He watched the way M's hole accepted the fingers without resistance, more cum leaking out around them with each slow thrust. "Keep moving like that if you want. Show me how much you can take."
M stayed in position on the bed, his slim body responding to the fingers as Big Bro worked them deeper, the wet sounds filling the space between them. Big Bro's grip on his own shaft tightened, his eyes fixed on the stretch and the mess still dripping from the used hole.
M pushed his hips back steadily, taking Big Bro's three fingers to the knuckles with a soft moan. The movement forced more of the accumulated cum to leak out around the digits, coating Big Bro's hand as M held the position. Big Bro kept his fingers buried deep, curling them slightly while his other hand maintained its slow strokes along his own cock.
"My ex always made me wear a condom... kinda sucked," Big Bro said, his voice low as he watched the way M's hole gripped his fingers. He eased the fingers out halfway before sliding them back in, the wet sound filling the room. "Never got to feel something like this raw." He twisted his wrist gently, spreading the mess inside before pulling his fingers free to examine the glistening coating on them.
Big Bro wiped his fingers across M's lower back, leaving a faint streak, then returned them to the open hole with two this time, thrusting slowly while he continued pumping his cock. "You really don't care who's been in there, do you?"
M reached back with one hand and rested his fingers on Big Bro's thick forearm, the muscle firm and warm under his touch. "Anything you want to try, sir," he said, his voice steady even as Big Bro's two fingers continued their slow push and pull inside him. Big Bro looked down at the smaller hand on his arm, then back at the open hole glistening with cum around his knuckles. He added the third finger again without comment, sliding all three in to the base as M's body accepted them easily. "My ex always made me wrap up," Big Bro said, his tone thoughtful as he worked his fingers deeper and kept stroking his own cock with his free hand. "Never got to feel a hole this wrecked and full. You really don't mind me playing in it like this?"
M pushed his hips back firmly, taking all three of Big Bro's fingers to the knuckles while his hand remained resting on the thick forearm. "No sir, I like it," he said, his voice soft and steady. Big Bro's fingers curled slightly inside the warm, cum-slick hole, the motion drawing another slow leak of white around his knuckles as he kept his other hand moving along his own cock.
"Yeah, I can tell," Big Bro replied, his voice low and thoughtful. He twisted his wrist gently, working the fingers deeper before pulling them partway out and pushing them back in at the same deliberate pace. "My ex never let me do this raw. Always wanted the rubber on. Said it was safer." His muscular chest flexed as he leaned in closer, watching the way M's body accepted the stretch without resistance. "You'd really let me do whatever I wanted in there?"
M's hand stayed on Big Bro's forearm, feeling the muscle shift with each movement. Big Bro added a fourth finger alongside the others, sliding all four in slowly while his strokes on his cock grew a fraction firmer. "Tell me what else you'd let me try," he said, eyes fixed on the open hole and the mess coating his hand.
M kept his hand resting on Big Bro's thick forearm as the four fingers worked slowly inside him. "Would you like to feel how warm and wet it is with your cock, sir?" he asked, pushing back gently to meet the fingers.
Big Bro let out a low breath, his own strokes on his cock pausing for a moment. "Man, and I can't believe I ran out of condoms.... ugh, it would be so nice to just wrap up and ram you, ya know?" He sounded genuinely frustrated, his voice carrying that easy Midwestern tone even as he stared at the mess coating his fingers. "Always feels safer that way. Never thought I'd be looking at a hole like this and wishing I had one."
He eased his fingers out, wiping them across M's lower back again, then resumed stroking himself while looking down at the open, dripping hole. "You'd probably let me do it raw right now, wouldn't you?"
M stayed relaxed on the bed, his body half-turned with his hole still exposed and dripping. "I could go get you a condom if you want, sir," he said, his voice soft and accommodating while he kept his hand loosely at his side.
Big Bro paused his stroking, his fingers still glistening from earlier. He looked down at M's open hole, the cum still leaking slowly from the stretched rim. "Man, I really did run out," he muttered, sounding genuinely put out. "I hate going without one. Always feels safer. But damn, looking at you like this... it's tempting as hell to just skip it." He gave his cock another slow pump, the head shiny with precum, then wiped his fingers across M's lower back again. "You'd really go get one for me right now?"
M didn't move from his position on the sheets, waiting for direction as Big Bro's muscular frame hovered between his legs. Big Bro's eyes stayed fixed on the mess between M's cheeks, his expression a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Or maybe you just want me to keep playing in it like this for a while longer," he added, sliding two fingers back inside without waiting for an answer.
M met Big Bro's eyes and said, "Sir, you can tell me to stop at any point." He sat up on the bed, placed both hands on Big Bro's broad chest, and pushed firmly against the solid muscle until Big Bro leaned back and lay down on the sheets. M climbed over him, straddling Big Bro's thick thighs while keeping his hands on the defined pectorals.
"Just stop me at any point," M continued, his voice calm and certain. "But I know what game you are playing. I know what you want, Sir." Big Bro looked up at him from the pillows, his muscular arms relaxed at his sides, one eyebrow raised in clear surprise at the sudden shift. His cock remained hard against his stomach as M settled into place.
Big Bro's hand came up to rest on M's narrow hip, not pushing him off but holding him there. "You think you know what I want?" he asked, voice low and steady. M stayed on top, palms still pressed to the warm muscle of Big Bro's chest, waiting for any signal to continue or stop.
M stayed straddled over Big Bro's muscular thighs, his hands pressed flat against the broad chest as he looked down. "I think you want to get me pregnant," he said, his voice soft but direct. Big Bro's eyes widened slightly, the surprise clear on his face as he lay back against the pillows. His cock twitched against his stomach, still hard, while his hands rested loosely on M's narrow hips.
Big Bro let out a short breath, half a laugh and half something else. "Damn, you really just said that," he replied, his tone low and steady. "Most guys I bring home don't jump straight to that kind of talk." He flexed his chest under M's palms, the solid muscle shifting. "You been carrying four loads all day and now you're saying this to me?" His grip on M's hips tightened a fraction, not pushing him off, just holding. "You think that's what I want?"
M kept his position on top, feeling the warmth and size of Big Bro beneath him. Big Bro's cock pressed against his thigh as the larger man studied him, clearly caught off guard by the shift in energy. "Tell me if I'm wrong, sir," M added, his hands still resting on the defined pectorals. Big Bro's expression stayed thoughtful, his strokes on his own cock forgotten for the moment as he processed the words.
M kept his hands on Big Bro's chest for a moment longer, then reached back with one hand and wrapped his fingers around the thick cock. He lifted his hips slightly and guided the head to his open, cum-slick hole, pressing it against the loosened rim without pushing it inside yet. The warmth and wetness coated the tip immediately as M held it there, his body straddling Big Bro's muscular frame on the bed.
Big Bro's eyes widened again, his hands tightening on M's narrow hips. "Whoa, hold up," he said, his voice low but firm. "I didn't say yes to that. I told you I always wrap up. Even if... damn, even if it looks like that." He didn't push M off, but his grip kept the smaller man from lowering down fully. His cock throbbed against the entrance, clearly responding to the heat and slickness, yet Big Bro's expression stayed conflicted. "You really are something else. Four loads already and you're trying to add mine raw?"
M stayed in position, the head of Big Bro's cock resting right at his hole as they both paused. Big Bro's broad chest rose with a slow breath, his defined abs flexing under M's other hand. "Tell me why I shouldn't stop you right now," he added, his tone still carrying that easy Midwestern calm even as his cock twitched again.
M looked down at Big Bro and said, "Because you want to feel it, sir," as he pressed his hips down. The head of Big Bro's thick cock pushed past the open rim, the warm, cum-slick heat enveloping just the tip. Big Bro's hands tightened on M's narrow hips, his muscular frame tensing beneath the smaller man on the bed.
"Shit, hold on," Big Bro said, his voice low and strained. "I didn't say to do that. I always use a condom. This is... fuck, it's too much." He didn't lift M off, but his grip prevented any further descent, keeping the head just inside as he caught his breath. His cock throbbed visibly at the sensation, yet his expression stayed conflicted. "You can't just do that without asking. I ran out, remember?"
Big Bro's broad chest rose with a slow breath, his defined abs flexing under M's hands. The head remained nestled at the entrance, the mess from earlier coating it as they both paused in the position. "Tell me why I shouldn't make you get off right now," he added, his tone carrying that easy Midwestern calm even as his body responded.
M lifted his hips away from Big Bro's cock, the head slipping free from the slick entrance with a soft sound. He settled back onto the muscular thighs and reached down with one hand, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft again to resume those slow, steady strokes. "I can stop, sir," he said, his voice calm and respectful as he worked his hand from base to head, the precum and residual cum easing the motion.
Big Bro stayed on his back, his broad chest rising with a slow breath as he looked up at M. His hands remained on the narrow hips, thumbs brushing lightly over the pale skin. "Good," he replied, his tone still carrying that easy Midwestern warmth even as his cock twitched in M's grip. "I wasn't ready for that. I told you I always use protection. Feels risky as hell, even with how open you are." He flexed his abs under M's other hand, the solid muscle shifting as he adjusted his position slightly on the bed. "Keep stroking like that. I like how you listen when I say something."
Big Bro looked up at M from the pillows, his muscular chest rising with a slow breath. "You're just so... so obedient," he said, his voice low and strained. He tightened his grip on M's narrow hips and slowly began pulling them down, guiding the head of his thick cock back toward the open, cum-slick hole. "I just... I can't resist that."
M settled lower without resistance as the head pressed inside again, the warmth and wetness enveloping it immediately. "It's okay sir, I'm on Doxy and Prep," he said, his hands still resting on Big Bro's broad chest. Big Bro exhaled sharply, his cock sliding in another inch as he held M in place, clearly fighting the last of his hesitation while his defined abs flexed beneath M's palms.
The slick mess from earlier coated the shaft as Big Bro kept the slow descent going, his hands firm on M's hips. He looked up at the smaller man straddling him, his expression a mix of surprise and growing hunger.
M held his position with just the head of Big Bro's cock inside him, the warm slickness coating the tip as he looked down. "You can still stop me if you want, sir," he said, his hands gliding slowly over the broad chest, fingers tracing the firm pectorals. Big Bro's grip on M's hips tightened, his muscular body tense beneath him on the bed. He breathed out through his nose, the head of his cock throbbing at the entrance without going any deeper.
Big Bro stared up at M, his expression conflicted as he stayed perfectly still. "I should," he muttered, voice low. "I always wrap up. This is crazy." His thumbs pressed into M's slim waist, holding him exactly where he was without pushing or pulling. M kept stroking his chest in slow circles, feeling the muscle shift with each breath Big Bro took. The only movement was the occasional twitch of Big Bro's cock against the loosened rim.
Big Bro's eyes flicked down to where their bodies met, then back up to M's face. He didn't move to lift him off, but he also didn't draw him down any further. "You're making this really hard," he said, his tone carrying both frustration and heat.
M rolled off Big Bro's body and moved up the bed, settling onto his back near the headboard. He lifted his legs and held them open, presenting himself fully as he looked at Big Bro. "Breed me, sir. Please. I need your cum."
Big Bro stayed where he was for a moment, propped on his elbows, his thick cock still hard and glistening from the brief contact. He stared at the offered position, the open hole still leaking from earlier, and let out a slow breath. "You really don't give up, do you?" he said, voice low and conflicted. He sat up and shifted closer on his knees, one hand wrapping around his own shaft again as he looked down at M's exposed body. "I told you I always wrap up. This is pushing it hard."
Big Bro's free hand rested on M's raised thigh, his fingers pressing into the pale skin. He didn't move to enter, but he also didn't pull away. "Say it again," he said quietly. "Tell me exactly what you're asking for right now."
M reached down and pulled his cheeks wider apart, holding himself open as he looked up at Big Bro. "Breed me raw, sir," he said, his voice soft but clear. Big Bro stared at the exposed, dripping hole for a long moment, his hand still wrapped around his thick cock. He let out a low groan, the last of his resistance visibly cracking.
"Fuck it," Big Bro muttered, his voice rough. He shifted forward on his knees, lined himself up, and pushed in with one steady thrust, burying his cock to the hilt in the warm, cum-slick heat. M's body took him easily, and Big Bro's muscular frame shuddered as he bottomed out. "Goddamn... it's so wet." He started thrusting immediately, deep and powerful, his hands gripping M's raised thighs as he fucked into the messy hole with growing intensity. "You wanted this. Take it."
Big Bro's hips snapped forward again and again, the wet sounds filling the room as he used the accumulated loads to ease his way. His breathing grew heavier, his defined abs flexing with every stroke. He looked down at M, his expression a mix of hunger and disbelief at what he was doing. "I'm gonna cum in you," he warned, voice tight. "You ready for that?"
M reached up and grabbed Big Bro's hips with both hands, pulling him deeper as he said, "Yes sir, breed me." Big Bro's muscular frame shuddered at the words, and he drove forward harder, burying his thick cock to the base with each thrust. The wet sounds grew louder as he fucked into the slick, cum-filled hole, his powerful strokes making M's slim body shift on the sheets. Big Bro's hands gripped M's raised thighs, spreading them wider as he pounded in deep, his broad chest heaving with effort.
"Fuck, you feel too good," Big Bro growled, his voice rough and strained. He leaned down over M, driving his cock in at a brutal angle while sweat beaded on his short buzz cut. His abs flexed with every thrust, the heavy weight of his body pinning M in place as he chased his release. "I'm gonna fill you up. You want that load?" M's hands stayed locked on Big Bro's hips, urging him on as the larger man fucked him with growing intensity, the bed creaking under their movements.
Big Bro's pace quickened, his cock sliding through the mess inside M with every stroke. He looked down at the smaller man beneath him, eyes dark with hunger as he slammed in harder. "Say it again," he demanded, voice tight. "Tell me you want it."
M pushed his hips upward to meet the next thrust, his voice steady as he said, "Breed this pussy, sir." Big Bro groaned deep in his chest and slammed forward harder, driving his thick cock all the way to the hilt with each powerful stroke. The wet sounds grew louder as he fucked through the accumulated loads, his muscular hips snapping forward while his hands pinned M's thighs back. Sweat glistened on his short buzz cut and broad shoulders as he leaned over the smaller man, his defined abs flexing with every thrust.
"Fuck, you asked for it," Big Bro growled, his voice rough and hungry now that he'd given in. He pounded deeper, the head of his cock pushing through the slick mess inside M with each stroke. "This pussy is so fucking open. You really want me to breed it?" M's hands stayed on Big Bro's hips, pulling him in as the larger man fucked him with growing intensity, the bed shifting beneath them. Big Bro's grip tightened on M's legs, spreading him wider as he drove in at a brutal pace, clearly chasing his release.
Big Bro's breathing grew ragged, his muscular frame hovering over M as he thrust harder. "I'm getting close," he warned, voice tight. "You want this load or not?"
M looked up at Big Bro with steady eyes and said, "I've never wanted anything more in my life than the honor of taking your cum inside me."
Big Bro's restraint snapped completely. He drove in hard one final time and started cumming with a deep, guttural groan that shook his whole body. The orgasm hit him like a wave, his thick cock pulsing violently inside M as he unloaded the biggest load of his life. Rope after thick rope flooded the already slick hole, his muscular frame locked tight as his hips jerked uncontrollably with each spurt. Sweat ran down his chest and abs while he kept thrusting through it, pushing every drop as deep as he could, his breathing ragged and broken.
He stayed buried to the hilt, cock twitching with aftershocks as the massive load began leaking out around the base. Big Bro's head dropped forward, his short buzz cut brushing M's forehead while he tried to catch his breath, clearly overwhelmed by how intense it had been.
M reached up and cupped the back of Big Bro’s neck, drawing him down into a slow, deliberate kiss. Their mouths met as Big Bro was still buried deep inside him, the thick cock twitching with aftershocks in the mess of cum. Big Bro responded after a brief pause, returning the kiss with a low sound in his chest, his muscular body pressing M deeper into the mattress. Sweat slicked the space between them, and Big Bro’s hand slid up to rest on M’s jaw, holding him there as the kiss deepened.
Big Bro broke the kiss just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against M’s. “Jesus,” he muttered, voice rough. “That was… fuck. I’ve never come like that.” His hips gave an involuntary little roll, pushing the load deeper. M kept his arms loosely around Big Bro’s broad shoulders, feeling the heavy rise and fall of his chest. Big Bro stayed inside, clearly reluctant to pull out yet, his cock still half-hard in the warmth. He kissed M again, slower this time, tasting him while one hand stroked down M’s side.
“You okay?” Big Bro asked quietly against his lips, the easy Midwestern warmth returning to his tone even as he remained sheathed to the hilt.
M looked up at Big Bro and said softly, "Thank you for giving me your load, sir." His eyes stayed steady on the larger man’s face while Big Bro caught his breath, still buried deep inside him. Big Bro’s muscular chest heaved above him, sweat glistening on his defined pecs and abs. He let out a low, shaky laugh, his forehead still resting against M’s as he tried to steady himself.
"You’re something else," Big Bro murmured, his voice rough but warm. He gave a small, involuntary roll of his hips, pushing the massive load deeper before settling again. "I’ve never… fuck, I’ve never lost it like that. Never gone raw on a first meet. You really got to me." His hand stroked slowly down M’s side, the other bracing his weight so he didn’t crush the smaller man beneath him. Big Bro’s cock remained half-hard inside the slick heat, twitching occasionally as he came down.
Big Bro lifted his head enough to meet M’s gaze properly, his expression a mix of satisfaction and lingering disbelief. "You okay under there?"
M looked up at Big Bro and asked quietly, "Would you like to keep it inside while you rest, sir?" At the same time he gave a gentle squeeze around the thick cock still buried in him. Big Bro let out a low breath, his muscular body relaxing slightly as the squeeze drew another small twitch from his spent shaft. He stayed exactly where he was, propped on one forearm above M, the other hand resting on M’s hip.
"Yeah," Big Bro said after a moment, voice rough but warm. "Feels too good to pull out yet." He lowered himself a fraction, letting more of his weight settle without crushing M, his broad chest pressing against the smaller man’s. The massive load inside shifted with the movement, some of it leaking out around the base of Big Bro’s cock. He closed his eyes for a second, clearly enjoying the warmth and the gentle pressure. "You’re something else, you know that? Most guys would’ve let me stop at the condom talk."
Big Bro’s breathing slowly steadied. He gave a small, lazy roll of his hips, not thrusting, just settling deeper as he caught his breath. Sweat cooled on his back and shoulders while he stayed sheathed inside the slick, used hole.