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Subject: Our Bro Thing – Part Three OUR BRO THING – PART THREE My little bro and I started doing something recently, and now I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to do it again. It started with our games in the car, just a bro thing I could think was no big deal. Even if his padded little butt sent me perfectly, secretly, over the edge time after time, still I told myself it was just my little bro, sitting on his big bro’s lap in the car. The way he sat on it time after time, I could tell he liked being on top of that thick length. Then winter came and there were no more road trips. No more excuses to hide behind. I tried to avoid it, certain he would think I’m a perv older bro if I wanted him to sit in my lap again. Surely, if I pulled him close against my cock, without an excuse like seating options, he’d suspect I was getting off on his little ass. I had to be a responsible big bro, someone to look up to. It would have been easy, if he didn’t keep trying to sit in my lap. Mom and Dad mostly stayed upstairs, leaving us to our games and phones, so we were alone often, and that’s when little bro would try and sit on my knee. I tried to remind him that we’re grown up and it’s a bit weird to still have him sit in my lap, but I could tell he was disappointed. I tried jerking off, but found every time I did, I would think about him sitting on my cock in the car, and how I couldn’t wait for that to happen again… And he kept trying to sit in my lap. He wouldn’t let it go. So finally, I gave in. I tested the water, seeing if he wanted to play a game of pretend. Surely, he’d have thought that was too stupid, and that would have ended it all right there, but the moment I mentioned it, he got so excited. Soon his butt was right up against my crotch and he was even bouncing up and down, pretending we were on a gravel road. He bounced with so much enthusiasm, I could almost swear he was doing it just for me. And he wore his red silk girly pyjamas, with no underwear on. Little bro is casual at home on weekends, but this seemed like too much for me. Surely he knew how that girly silk would slide right up into his butt crack the way it did, would make his slick behind just like a palm tugging up and down my length. A good thing I had my jeans and underwear on, because otherwise I would have blasted my hot cum out all over those silk pyjamas. Even with my cock trapped by all those layers of clothing, when he pushed me over and I busted my nuts, some of my thick cream oozed out around the fly. I was getting ready to escape, after we sat there together, making sure he wouldn’t see the wet spot on my crotch, when I noticed, all down the front of his pyjamas… My little bro had jizzed all over his red girly bottoms. Holy fuck, little bro, I thought, how much cum do you store in those little nuts? Even though we had grown up fully, he was still much smaller than me, and I guess I’d just figured that he’d always have a smaller dick, and less cum than I did. But the amount of cream leaking down his pyjamas was so much, the entire inside of his pant legs were stained with it. There was no way I couldn’t notice it, but at the same time, a little devil in my head was stirring, as I thought about how all this time, I’d thought it was just me stealing away my pleasure, when in fact, my little bro was getting off too. Whatever this thing between us, I knew–even if I didn’t want to admit–that it was turning into something more. All week, I never jerked off, even though at night time I’d lie awake with an aching erection, thinking of how badly I wanted to press it into little bro’s butt crack. There were many opportunities during the week, and sometimes when we were playing Xbox in the rec room, we’d look at each other, a knowing look between bros where I knew we had the same thing on our minds. I was fully stiff, and I wondered if he was too. I wanted so badly to ask him if he would sit in my lap, but I didn’t dare push the line. What if he’d jizzed his pyjamas by accident? What if asking him again would scare him, and he’d regret ever playing our little game? Maybe that’s what the look between us really was, not the desire I wanted to see in his eyes. Since we never talked about it, there was no way of knowing, and so I let him take the lead. All week, he never once sat in my lap. But, we stole more istanbul travesti of those awkward looks, so many times, and even one night before bed, I was sure I saw the bulge of his small erection against the blue pyjamas he wore. The next Saturday, I wore just my boxers, as I sat on the leather couch downstairs, exactly where he’d come to sit on my knee the previous time. I wore a long T-shirt, so that my thick, protruding bulge wouldn’t be so glaringly obvious. It wasn’t unusual for us to hang around half dressed like this on a casual weekend morning. That’s what I told myself, as little bro entered. I noticed he was wearing the exact same red girly pyjamas. My heart thudded to a swelling rhythm, pumping even more blood right down to my cock. If little bro was going to end this game, he would have worn something else. He never wore those pyjamas at all anymore, except the one time last Saturday… He stopped before my knee, looking at my exposed hairy legs. My heart lurched in a moment of regret. He wanted to play our game, but had I gone too far, making it more obvious how badly I wanted to feel his smooth buns sliding up and down my aching length? “You really think we’re dressed enough for the car ride?” he said, eyes glued on my crotch. “Just being lazy today,” I replied, tugging my shirt lower, trying not to let the urgency show in my tone. “You think Mom and Dad will care what we wear?” Little bro had a blank look on his face. I thought he was judging me then, and was ready to fetch my jeans, when, to my heart-pounding excitement, he shrugged, turned around, then dropped his cute, rounded butt right on my knees. I stared down at the fabric folding into his deep butt crack, realizing I was about to feel it right up against my dick, closer than ever…knowing my little bro was going to let me use his butt to cum, visualizing in my mind all the hot mess I was going to flood my boxers with. “Should we get the seatbelt on?” I said, shakily. “You’re in charge,” he said. I’m in charge. Those words sent a shiver through my whole body. Even so, as I grabbed his hips, squeezing them hard and possessively, pulled them back to my waiting dick, I knew without a doubt he’d feel my erection, almost naked against him, no bulky jeans to pass it off as just a fold. I’m sure he knew I had a boner before, but now there would be no denying just how much I was using his butt cheeks to jerk my cock off. Pleasure rushed through me, the moment his butt crack found its way around my bulge, how much further it pressed right in, with nothing in the way. Just this initial sensation, fed by my excitement, sent me to a sort of brink, an echo of an orgasm, a sensation I’d never felt before. As it rushed through my hips, built in intensity, I wasn’t sure if I was about to cum already. I’d never gone a week without jerking, and was disappointed that holding this big load in meant the pleasure would be over so soon. But little bro stayed still, and I didn’t budge either. Instead, whatever edge this was, I crept back from it, and in its place the dull pleasure of little bro’s butt lingered, promising secret, wicked release… I tightened my arms around his hips. “Tell me when the gravel road is coming,” I said. “Don’t worry, bro, you’ll know.” I waited in suspense. It felt like forever, as little bro just sat there. Was he reluctant now, feeling my actual cock pressing into his butt? Was he trying not to be awkward, not daring accuse me? The dull pleasure from his butt remained, but now my chest stirred with angst. I wanted him to bounce up and down, so badly, but I now worried that this was the most I’d get to feel, since I’d taken things too far. Fuck, I should have just kept my jeans on. I should have known our limits. I should have known the right way to keep this our innocent bro thing… “Get ready, bro,” he said suddenly, after what felt like ages of silence. “The road?” I said, heart pounding again with excitement. “It’s the worst one ever. Hold on tight.” That was all the warning I got. Still stunned with relief, I gasped as the length of my cock erupted in pleasure, as little bro did something quite different. There was no hopping around, him pretending so perfectly this was just like the gravel road. Instead, he thrust his hips back and forth, so that his ass crack slid perfectly up and kadıköy travesti down my length. He might as well have been jerking me off with that ass, and there was even an eagerness in how he moved it with so much skill. I pulled him closer, too stunned to protest. All week long, that giant load I’d held in, those hours of fantasy that played over and over in my head, imagining this very moment…I was beyond giving a fuck. Little bro sped up, and I hugged him closer. I was gasping with the fast surge of pleasure, groaning with longing, as he moved that cute bubble butt up and down my length and I stared at it, knowing I was going to erupt. My thighs tensed as orgasm shot down from my hips, and I couldn’t help myself as I lifted up from the couch, thrusting hard into his butt, moaning against my control as my hot load of the week erupted. The motion had pulled my T-shirt up, so I saw how thick semen bloomed against my boxers, flowing down in a torrent where it met little bro’s butt crack. After only a few blasts, the back of his pyjamas was soaked, and any hope I had of hiding it was forever gone. But I was like a deer staring at headlights, as I stared down at the beautiful curve of his ass, so snug around my dick, and pumped out shot after shot after shot. One came out with so much force it arced over and landed against the small of little bro’s back. As the rush subsided, and I throbbed empty, I kept looking at that little bundle of my hot big bro load, now running down little bro’s spine. As pleasure left entirely and our motions stilled, all I could think about was that stain on my bro’s body, and how it told me there was no denying this was more than just bros being bros. And how badly I wanted to mark him again… When I pulled his body back against mine, I saw that he’d flooded his pyjamas again, his cream as white and thick as mine. It filled me with a dirty sort of relief. “That road was so scary, we both pissed ourselves,” he said. “Yeah,” I replied in a whisper, against his ear. “I can feel you pissed a bit on my back,” he said. An anchor of guilt sunk within. “Sorry, bro.” He drew out the silence, making that anchor sink deeper. Finally, “I hope they take another route next weekend.” Relief replaced guilt, like wind to a sail. “We’ll take another one?” “Of course,” he said. “This is my favourite part of the week.” I laughed, and that relief seemed to erupt into a firework of joy. “Me too, bro.” I kissed his ear. “Me too.” All week long, I kept waiting for Saturday. Whenever little bro and I would be together alone, I didn’t worry as much when we exchanged our knowing look, or when he never sat on my lap. Whenever I’d lie awake with a hard-on, not touching myself, I didn’t worry because I knew I was going to blast out such a hot load when the weekend came. I found myself thinking, again and again, about that small pool of cum on little bro’s back, and how badly I wanted to make so much more than just a puddle there. Saturday morning, I found a looser pair of boxers. Little bro had on the same red pyjamas. When I pulled him up against me, I felt the same shiver of excitement that nearly had me erupting, but again I resisted it. When we took the “same road” and little bro bounced up and down on my cock, as I stared in wonder at our lustful animation, I was beyond wondering if he actually thought this was a pretend road trip. This bro thing between us, however it worked, I knew right then and there that he would let me do anything to him. He brought me right to the brink, and my thighs were tightening. Orgasm rushed through me, and, seized by the wild, blinding desire of it, I tugged my thumbs under my waistband, slyly letting the thick tip of my erection emerge from its fabric prison. The base wedged hard between little bro’s butt cheeks, throbbing with the first blast of cum. The freed tip made that blast arc up far and high. It landed on little bro’s right shoulder. More blasts followed, and my angled cock tip shot them all over little bro’s back. What had been a little pool last week now was a white-water rapids of cum flowing in every direction from the sticky trails I made up and down the full length of his spine. So much of that cum oozed down to the elastic of little bro’s pyjamas. I wanted to lift it away too, let my still-warm semen run down against bakırköy travesti his smooth bottom. I wanted to see if he was still smooth down there, like the rest of him, little bro staying like a boy while I grew all the manly features. I resisted the urge. No doubt little bro knew it was my cum on him, the same kind of cum he shot out in his pants, but at least I could say it was an accident, as long as we didn’t take our clothes off and do anything too gay. “Holy fuck, bro,” I said, before he leaned back. “Sorry about the mess–I totally pissed myself bad!” He looked over his shoulder at me. I swore there was a wicked smirk on his face. “Good thing Mom and Dad can’t give us shit.” And with that he leaned into me, my voluminous load soaking into my T-shirt as he pressed every square inch of his back against it. I held him long, just enjoying the feeling of my little bro against me, knowing whatever the fuck we were doing…whatever he thought of it, he wanted it as much as me. All week, I kept thinking about how badly I wanted to cum all over his back again. I couldn’t focus on anything else but that. But I kept thinking about the band of his pyjamas, and how badly I wanted to see his butt…and I knew, this one thing, if I did it, without a doubt it would convince him this was more than just a game. When Saturday came and we played our game again, this time I was like a loaded spring, full with so much longing. As he was bouncing up and down on my cock, and I was getting ready to tug my cock-head free, I kept thinking of how this wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed more. I didn’t give a fuck. Instead of flexing my thighs in orgasm, I held him close and lifted us up higher. With little bro snug against me, I turned around, getting on my knees, on the sofa. He looked back in confusion, as I adjusted his legs, so that they were still bent, aligned with mine–I got him down on hands and knees, riding behind him in doggy position. “What are you doing?” he said, looking back over his shoulder. I didn’t answer, but instead I tugged his pyjama bottoms down, revealing the smooth expanse of his butt–as smooth as I’d imagined, with no visible hair at all, as though puberty had forgotten all about him. His puckered hole was red and it was gaping open slightly. He still looked over his shoulder at me, a puzzled expression, as I tugged my boxers down my thighs as well, and leaned forward, pressing at last my cock right up against his crack. The silky sensation of contact, with no barriers, sent those same shivers through me as before. They were so intense now, I didn’t need to thrust or work myself back up. All I had to do was press my thick cock there right against little bro’s slick skin and I was blasting my nuts out on his back. This time, I was so excited I shot right over his shoulder six times. His eyebrows went up, as he watched my forceful load fly past his face, splattering against the black couch leather, and just in time, he turned away, as more cum landed right where his cheek had been. All my pent up big bro load flooded his back and made such a fucking mess of the leather couch wherever it missed him. Orgasm seemed to tingle in my balls the whole time, not letting go, right to the last blast. Spent, I slumped back, my cock finally pulling free of its cherished contact. My cum leaked all over his butt cheeks, the crack glistening. I felt so much satisfaction, seeing how I’d marked that ass, my smooth, cute little bro’s ass–claimed it as my own. I sat there, not sure what to say, or what to do. Little bro finally rose to his knees and looked at me. His eyes went to my half-hard cock, now limp against my thigh. “What was that?” he asked. Beyond caring, I just shrugged. “Our bro thing.” For a moment he had that blank look on his face. But then, that wicked smirk flashed in place. “Okay,” he said, then stood. Only then did I notice how the front half of him was covered with another load of cum, and the couch beneath him sported its own pooling mess. He left and I stared at the remnants of our loads. It echoed another sort of reality, the mess we both were in, as this thing between us kept going to another level. I cleaned up, and found by the end of it, I was already looking forward to next time. ***INFO*** Want more by Master Dominic? Visit: ess Please show your support by donating to Nifty to help keep these stories alive! Copyright (c) 2021, Master Dominic. All rights reserved. DISCLAIMER: All details of all characters in this work are fictitious. 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