My brother’s closet

by brazboy   

Lauro has a secret: he has a huge crush on his big brother! But his big brother also has a secret, one he keeps deeply locked in his heart... and in his closet.

This story is inspired by Josh Dugan’s “Brother’s Closet.”

My brother’s room was beyond my reach, as he had always been in some ways.

Don’t get me wrong, we were very close as brothers and he always helps me a lot with study, work, and my personal life. High school would have been a mess without him, especially after I came out as gay when I was a senior, when some of the guys thought that this gave them a pass to mess with me—yes, I could defend myself well enough, but it was always reassuring I had him behind me, his arms in which to cry and his fists in which to trust if I needed to. And sometimes I needed to.

However, I always shied away from him in some ways. Being a closeted gay wasn’t the only thing that had embarrassed me growing up—what hurt the most was just how attracted I was to my own older brother; his amazing body, his deliciously thick muscles, his ample height, his handsome face, his… his cock. Yes, I had seen him naked at times, and it always made me distressed. It was so wrong to think about him this way, but he was so amazing—his cock was so long and fat and when we showered together it was so thick that the water just ran down its length as if it were a pipe. The image of his long rod, naively flopping around, is burning in the back of my mind to this day—how he would turn towards me as we showered, his cock bobbing around limp as always, nonchalantly, as I’d get hot and bothered, but blame it on the steam.

My brother made me uncomfortable in ways I didn’t want to admit to myself, let alone to him; and, since I couldn’t blame him, I blamed me.

When my brother and I went swimming, for example, my god… I’d get red and it wasn’t from the sun, but from his amazing body pulling me around, showing me and himself off to his friends. Jumping on my back when we played, sharing the same towel, the same shampoo. I always felt so bad about how I felt about him, him being such a wholesome perfect older brother, that I ended up kind of pushing him away in a sense, and I think he felt it and let me be, so I could be more comfortable.

One day my brother came back from the bar really late with a friend, and the two slept in his room, on his king-sized bed. I know this because, unknowingly to my brother, I was awake when he arrived home with his friend and the two were very loud considering the hour, and so I could hear almost everything they were saying to one another. They showered chatting and then went to bed, and the next morning I had two shirtless studs in our kitchen eating breakfast with me, as they went around picking up food, drinks and chatting.

“You’re 19, huh? Where do you study? You should come drink with us sometimes. I’ll introduce you to some nice women from our year, they’ll be all over you,” said his friend to me, as my brother knocked his thick arms with his own sturdy hand.

“Hey, man, leave him alone,” said my older brother as I chugged down some coffee and at up some cake. I shrugged.

“It’s okay, bro. I study at the National University, but I’d rather you introduce me to men than women, to be honest,” I replied, and my brother’s friend got pale, even his thick hairy chest seemed to get white—except his plump nipples, which were purple to brown—as he stared at Vicente and me.

“Oh, ah, I see… I remember now, you mentioned your family is kind of different, I just thought you meant something else...” started my older brother’s friend before he got a true punch on his arm this time, and a deadly stare, as if Vicente was telling him to shut up for real now. I knew that look and my older brother could be threatening when he wanted to, from the height of his 206 centimeters, about half a hand taller than his mate.

“Sorry, sorry,” said my brother’s friend before lifting his muscular arms as if surrendering, revealing his thick arm muscles and his hairy armpit. He started eating a pear. I bit my lips and big bro seemed to glance at me before looking again at his friend.

“I didn’t mean to pry, anyway. I respect your older brother a lot, he did a lot for me,” my brother’s friend continued, now talking to me, before my older brother laughed and slapped his ass.

“Oh, fuck off man. If you are well rested enough to talk about that then I think you are good enough to leave!” said Vicente as he slapped his friend’s butt in that homoerotic way that only super straight men could do unironically. His mate laughed and moved out of the kitchen as his ass and lower back were slapped two or three times, then going upstairs probably to put on some clothes in my older brother’s bedroom.

Once we were alone Vicente then turned towards me, seemingly a bit embarrassed.

“Sorry for that, li’l bro, didn’t know he’d be spewing nonsense. I hope he didn’t make you uncomfortable,” said my brother, as I laughed and stood up too. I was a good 196 centimeters tall, so I was even one or two centimeters taller than his friend and was not thaaat far off from my older brother in height, despite the fact that he still had to look down to look me in the eyes—and I looked up, of course, as it had always been.

“Nah, bro, I’m fine. It’s just joking anyway, and I’d be happy to hang out with your friends and their gay friends one of these days, if you wanted to,” I responded, and my brother’s eyes actually lit up as his handsome eyebrows were raised in a surprise. He laughed and rubbed my hair, messing it all up as I closed one eye, due to the force of his movement.

“Really, li’l man? I’d love that,” said my older brother, before his mate shouts for him, probably wanting to borrow something to wear, some shirt or something. Vicente then slapped my chest, not quite as burly as his own but nice and well-shaped. “Although I’m sure you’d surprise the fuck out of my friends. The way I talk about you I bet most think you are a twink rather than such a stud,” he said and left me alone to blush and felt my cock rise in an uncomfortable hardon as I had to deal with the fact that my older brother called me a stud and knew what a twink was, besides somehow describing me as one to his friends.

My older brother and his friend ended up heading in to the university together, and they offered me a ride to my own university, which was a little bit out of the way, but still not too far off. I refused it, though, as all my classes were in the afternoon, and there was no reason really for me to leave home this early. And so I was left home alone, but not before I was invited once again to hang out with my brother and his mates, this time more specifically to go to the bar after classes on Friday, to which I said yes.

“Okay, li’l bro, if you are sure you don’t want a ride, I’ll see you at night,” said Vicente before he hugged me with both arms, enveloping me inside his muscular frame, and then kissed me on the cheeks before he and his mate took off, leaving behind my hard cock, which I could swear had trembled against my big bro’s legs as we hugged, despite his lack of reaction to it.

If he could ignore my hardon, though, I still couldn’t. I went upstairs towards my room, thinking I’d beat my cock before showering or something. Yet… when I was standing in front of the door to my room, I could just see Vicente’s door half open, and was thus tempted. I peeked inside his room and gasped when I noticed what seemed to be his used underwear atop his bed, one of the few things I could see through the opened gap.

“Damn… Vicente’s underwear… I really shouldn’t,” I thought, but slowly saw myself going, moving towards his door, until I push my hand against the wood of the door and slowly open it without making any noise. My eyes widen as I glance at my brother’s room without him in it for the first time in a while. I breathe in deep—damn, it smells a lot like him.

Slowly, I took one and then two steps inside. Most things seem ordinary—the door to his closet, his little desk with a computer, his big bed and his shelves full of books, they are all normal. And yet, to me they had a layer of mystery, as they belonged to my older brother—an incredible allure. I found myself kneeling in front of his bed and smelling his linen—it went so deep inside me, the smell Vicente gave off invertedly, that my eyes rolled and my cock trembled and drooled pre in my underwear as I moaned.

“Fuck, Vicente, you are so hot…I don’t want to think about you but… big bro… you are so amazing,” I mumbled to myself as I smelled his musk on his pillow and then grab his used underwear, pushing it against my nose and then grunting deep as my cock trembled and I almost orgasm then and there by myself, rolling on his bed smelling his undies without even touching myself. My heart beating fast, I lowered my own shorts, letting out my cock at last. I bit my lips as I removed the clothes around my cock, and my nice 23-centimeter teen rod slapped my shirt right above my abs, immediately staining it with glistening pre. I grabbed my cock and stroked it.

“Sorry big bro, but you are so fucking much… hmmm!” I murmured to myself as I closed my eyes and started stroking my cock hard like torture, and moved my hips up and down to fuck my strong grip—first one and then two hands milking my rod, my mushroom head poking in and out of my grip as I jacked off in his bed, his underwear covering my face, my mind travelling to think of my own brother stroking me and laying next to me… and, fuck… kissing me… as I moaned and grunted and then ejaculated amazingly over my shirt and face, cum raining down on me like a flood as I panted without breath and red like a tomato with embarrassment.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m so dirty!” I said out loud to myself, my cock still trembling and releasing abundant juices as it drooled seed down my hands. I licked my lips, and took my hand to my mouth tasting myself and shamefully wondering if big bro tasted the same, as I suckle on my fingers and my cock drooled down on my cum gutters.

“What’s dirty?” asked Vicente’s deep and sexy voice from the floor below, as I heard his footsteps on the stairs. I gasped in shock and jumped off his bed, my cum now drooling down my body like sweat, as I pulled my shirt off, used it to rapidly clean my head and abs off my own juices, and then ran back to my bedroom at full speed, closing my own door behind me before throwing my shirt down on the floor and kicking it under the bed. My heart was beating like crazy of fear and excitement, my cock hardening again, as Vicente was obviously coming upstairs, but then agony took over me as I noticed I still had big bro’s underwear over my head.

“Fuck!” I mumbled to myself and threw his underwear under my bed alongside my used and cum-drenched shirt. “Nothing’s dirty, bro. What are you doing here? Hadn’t you left with your friend?” I asked, shouting in desperation as Vicente climbed the stairs and then seemed to walk down the hallway until stopping right in front of the door to my room.

“Ahh, I forgot my textbooks, had to come back to pick them up...” he said and then let that hang in the air. I didn’t know what he was doing out there in the hallway, but he seemed to have stopped in front of my door, from where he could, at least theoretically, see his own room as well. “Are you all right in there? You seem to be panting,” asked my older brother, and I was about to respond that I was fine and leap for the door to protect my privacy when he suddenly opened it wide and fast, gasping with his eyes widening as he saw me standing there in front of him, fully naked.

Right then, I was fully exposed to my older brother: my youthful but thick muscles, my teen but well-developed arms, my li’l bro but long and sturdy legs, my deliciously fat balls hanging and swaying between them, and my still drooling and semi-hard cock which bobbed up and down as he looked at me, as if bowing to him in respect, releasing a thick drool of cum which ran down my shaft and then dropped on the carpet as he stared at my one-eyed big li’l bro snake.

Vicente’s eyes looked me up and down, and then stop on my embarrassed face as I glared at him with absolute fear, about to start sobbing. His eyes were filled with shock and apology, as he mumbled something while turning around and closing the door immediately in my face.

“Sorry bro, I shouldn’t have opened the door,” he said, and I was cursing myself in my mind, tearing up as I thought I probably destroyed something in our relationship just now. But there’s no way he could know I jacked off to him, was there? And that I did it in his own room… After a second of silence, I couldn’t control myself and started sobbing, trying to contain the sound, as a trickle of leftover pre drooled down to the floor, from my productive but now soft slit pointing downwards.

It seemed that a minute or more passed while I sobbed, kneeling on the ground of my floor. Meanwhile, my big bro went to his own room, probably to get his textbook and leave at once—I heard his door opening and his going through his things, and then his footsteps in and out of his chambers. I waited all this time without moving at all, as if that could stop time, or maybe revert it. That’s when, to my shock, Vicente knocked on my door, this time without opening it.

“Uhhh, I didn’t want to leave without having you know something, though, li’l bro. It isn’t dirty to jack off, all right? It’s something we all do, even I, and… here, I’ll leave you some tissues and lube in front of your door in case you need it, all right? See you later, I love you,” he said and walked away, going down the stairs and then I heard his car driving off. My head fell to the ground and I cried. It took me a few minutes to recover myself, open the door, and find the—half used!—package of tissues and Vaseline my big brother left me.

I used them immediately.

On Wednesday, Vicente came to me during lunch, and, as we were eating, nonchalantly asked me if I had seen his purple underwear. I gagged and almost spit out my food as I remembered the shorts in question clearly, and knew where they were—that was the underwear I had stolen two days prior, and it should still be in my bedroom now, as I used it and smelled it when I wanted to jack off particularly hard. Of course, remembering that and all those images of me jacking off to my big bro’s musk made me blush then and there, although Vicente seemed unsuspecting enough that I just coughed and responded.

“I haven’t, Vi, maybe one of your friends took it home by mistake?” I proposed. That was actually a cunningly plausible alternative for where his underwear could be, since big bro had long been receiving a lot of his friends in our home to sleep over after bar gatherings or other late night activities that made it hard for people to return home. As a reaction to that response, Vicente just stared at me without saying anything at first, but then shrugged and continued eating.

“I guess that’s possible. I’ll talk to them and find out,” he said, and then he immediately changed the subject. We talked about class, about his dates, and whether I was into any dudes at my university. I said that I did have some crushes, but that I was kind of insecure in approaching them first; I also told him that I was super into this older hunk, but that I was afraid he will hate me if I tell him that. Vicente laughed.

“You really shouldn’t be insecure, li’l man, you are quite a catch,” he responded, before adding, “Besides, I’m sure any reasonable man would feel being liked by a handsome lad like you is a compliment, even if they aren’t gay themselves. It’s not like you can chose who you fall for, right, Lauro?” I nodded, slowly at first, and then more emphatically. Those words lingered with me more than they probably—certainly—should have.

“Yeah, I guess,” I mumbled under my breath, as Vicente watched my reaction.

Indeed, Vicente seemed to think about his words too as he stared at me, and then he sighed. “You know, if there’s anything you need you can tell me about it at any time, and I’ll do whatever I can to help you, no judgment. Is there really nothing you want to tell me, Lauro?” he asked, and I choked a little, wondering in fear what he might be referring to. Did he put two and two together? Did he find out about my having his underwear with me and that he was the older hunk I referred to? I bit my lips but I then told myself that it couldn’t be all of that, or I’d be able to tell because Vicente would have come to me to talk about it more clearly.

“Yeah, I know that big bro, don’t worry… there’s nothing I need to say right now, honest,” I lied, and he nodded slowly, before shrugging his massive muscles and taking the dishes to the sink, washing them after we finish eating. Before I was about to leave the table too, he spoke again, without even looking away from the dishes.

“Anything, Lauro, anything,” he repeated, and I didn’t feel I need to respond before I left. I just carried those words with me.

I met my brother and his friends as they left their last class on Friday, after I had been invited by Vicente and Paulo to join their bar hopping. Most of the guys there I could already recognize, as they had been at home with big bro already, and slept overnight in his room after bar hopping or something; but others were new, and there were some women and underclassmen with them too, whom I hadn’t met. We formed a large group of people, but I was swiftly introduced to everyone and it was weird to notice that, despite being the youngest around, I was still one of the tallest lads.

“So this is mister ‘my little brother’, huh? Come on, dude, he is a fucking giant,” said one of my brother’s friends, who was himself only 180 centimeters of height, which meant there was a slightly greater difference between him and me than between me and Vicente.

“Well, he is little to me, aren’t you, Lauro?” asked my older brother and I laughed, acting a lot more confident next to his friends than I usually did when we were alone, if I was honest. I guess being comparatively tall and muscular made me behave like that.

“Maybe, because you are a fucking 2 meters tall, Vi. I am quite big myself!” I responded, and his friends laughed and some hit my back, while one looked me up and down and smirked.

“Big indeed, huh? It’s either something in the blood or something in the food you two had growing up. Can you do what Vicente does, though, Lauro? Is that genetic?” asked an Asian lad who was just a few centimeters shorter than me, making every single one of the other lads glare towards him, except the underclassmen and the women who seemed about as confused as I was.

“What do you mean? Do what?” I asked, glancing at my brother and then back to the Asian dude. My brother’s face seemed to freeze as I glanced at him, even if for only one second, and then he recovered his usual dominating presence, taking over the center of attentions, as the Asian lad was pulled to the side and whispered to.

“Nothing, Ian doesn’t mean anything, li’l bro, he is just making a stupid inside joke. Come on, let’s go to the bar already, or the first people will leave before we even get a single drink!” said Vicente, now leading the crowd as the center of attention he usually was when he was in a group.

Soon we were at the bar, sitting, chatting and drinking. The night was hot, and the beer was cold, as it should be, and so many people got handsy and conversations got quite intimate. Vicente’s friends asked me about what he was like at home, and also about what I studied and how college was going. They also asked me about friends, dates, hobbies, and pretty much anything else. I tried my best to respond to all questions, but when I was feeling a bit overwhelmed big bro came to my rescue by pulling the attention back to himself, as he half-hugged me and smiled down towards my face, making me feel reassured, even if also a little awkward, although his friends seemed to think his behavior was rather normal.

Soon, I stood up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. In the quiet of the bathroom, I pondered about my predicament: Vicente’s friends were nice and were doing their best to include me, but I couldn’t help but feel hot and bothered sitting next to my big brother and all this booze was making me lose my inhibitions, which was a bit dangerous under these circumstances. As I finished pissing and swayed my dangling cock to dry it, I decided to call it a night and go back home, to avoid saying something I shouldn’t in front of big bro’s friends or rose, Vicente himself.

When I did get back to the table, however, I noticed a chick had taken my seat next to big bro and her seat was vacant next to a tall and lean tanned dude whose name was Alexandre. I sat next to him, and we immediately started chatting. After a few minutes, he lowered a hand over my leg, just above the knee, making me gawk towards him.

“Don’t do that or I might start flirting with you,” I joked at the 183-centimeter tall handsome, brown-haired, green-eyed swimmer, whose hand then squeezed my thick muscular thigh. My rod trembled,. hardening a little between my legs, under my pants.

“I was hoping you’d do just that,” he responded, making me blush as I turned around incredulous, looking to the other lads who were enjoying their own separate conversations. Vicente, though, seemed to glance my way and smirk, before going back into his conversation with that chick who had taken my place. Seeing that I blushed even harder, noticing that they had changed seats for me, and not so much for her own sake!

I turned around to Alexandre, and now positioned myself slightly to the side, so he could see my chest better, and my thick arms as well. I was blushing and somewhat shy, thinking this was my big brother trying to set me up to a handsome, muscular older guy, as I told him I liked. His smile of approval, that certainty, and the booze, were all doing their job and making me get really flirtatious.

“Really? Why would someone like you gain from flirting with someone like me? You are so handsome...” I said, honestly, but as soon as those words leave my mouth I felt like an idiot, until Alexandre laughed and slapped my thigh with his hand again, squeezing my thick muscle.

“You know, if we hadn’t been talking for half an hour already, I could have thought you meant that in a derisive way. You are amazingly hot, Lauro… Any man would be lucky to flirt with you, or do whatever you’d want to do with you, to be honest...” he responded, with his sexiest deepest guttural purr, and I had to admit that was a huge stroke to my ego. I coughed, grabbed my glass and swallowed all the leftover beer in it, before asking for more.

“Any man, he said,” I thought then, as I was served more beer. “Even Vi…?” my mind sinfully concluded as I swallowed another glass of booze. Soon after though, I was the one putting my hand on Alexandre’s body—not his thigh, but around his nice broad swimmer’s shoulders. I leaned my head against his, even, and whispered to his ear as I hugged the older but smaller hunk.

“I’d love to show you what I want to do, Alexandre… but we have got to get out of here, I think,” I responded, and it didn’t take much more than that for the two of us to excuse ourselves and leave the bar to go to Alexandre’s apartment a few blocks away from the bar and not too distant from the university campus.

When we entered Alexandre’s apartment, he offered me water, and I took it. His roommates are already sleeping, so it felt like we had the whole place to ourselves. After I drank some water, I brought him into the living room and started pulling off his shirt, revealing his thick upper-body muscles. I watched them move and shift as he protested when I threw his shirt on the couch.

“Come on, Lauro, let’s go to my bedroom,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me in, and I followed him in. After we entered his nicely sized bedroom, he closed the door and smiled at me, pulling off my shirt too and throwing it away. “Damn, you have more definition than I do… but I think I am bigger where it counts,” he said with a smirk, and then I blushed too, pulling him in as my hands moved to his trousers, and I removed his belt before pushing them down.

“I would love for us to compare...” I said as Alexandre smiled, pushing my trousers down too, getting us both into only our underwear. As we cut the space between us, our bulges now rubbed up and down, as he massaged my ass and I groped his, and indeed his junk seemed heavier than mine. “On the count of three,” I said smirking a bit jokingly, and he laughed, but we did the count down and we both lowered the other’s underwear when we reached the three.

As we lowered our underwear, both our cocks jumped up, rubbing against each other deliciously, like two hard trunks—my rod standing at a deliciously fat 23 centimeters of hard meat, and his at impressively sturdy 26 centimeters of youthful 22-year-old cock. We rubbed our cocks up and down, frotting as I moaned and as he rubbed my buns. I grabbed our cocks as one, gasping at his amazing size, as I stroked the two of us together.

“Damn, Alexandre, you are deliciously thick. What a cock! I’ve never seen one like this hard...” I said, but even as I said those words a thought invaded my mind—this delicious cock I was stroking up and down against my own, as we frotted and humped one another. It looked a lot like big bro’s cock! Our balls slapped each other as our pecs rubbed, my mind fixated on this thought. I blushed fervently, and I considered that this was me getting crazy with lust and losing all sense of reality—everything sexual was connected to Vicente now? It didn’t make any sense!—but I couldn’t really avoid those thoughts. Alexandre’s hard rod did look just like big bro’s hard member when I saw it that one time when we were showering together at grandpa’s farm—and although I had never touched Vicente’s erection, I did imagine it would feel something like what was experiencing now with Alexandre.

“Hmhmmmm, you like it, don’t you? Don’t you want to feel it inside you?” asked Alexandre, as his finger slid inside my tight pink teen hole, and I gasped slightly, my mind being pulled back to earth. I moaned from his finger swirling inside my hole, and our cocks rubbed glans against glans. Suddenly I wanted this cock inside me so badly, but I didn’t really want it attached to Alexandre, for some reason.

“Yeah, I do,” I said grunting, as I slid my hand up and down our cocks, milking and beating them together as they rubbed as one. My other hand took our glans and squeezed them together like fat red sponges as they slid and rubbed against one another, our suspiciously similarly shaped mushroom heads slipped sexily against each other, our slits drooling pre on both rods at once. Hearing that response, Alexandre pulled his finger from my ass and pushed me towards his bed, making me fall on my back atop his mattress. I could now see his whole handsome body, as he took two steps towards me, his rod sliding and bobbing back and forth so familiarly it made me bite my lips and moan, as he grabbed my own cock and lowered his head to slurp it twice, and then thrice and four times, making my cock produce so much pre that it was covering my hands with male juice. I moaned looking back, grumbling.

“Oh, fuck, hmmm, ah! You are so hot. Give me your cock, man, fuck me with it,” I said, as Alexandre’s hands went to my thighs and groped them, before grabbing my legs and lifting them while spreading them left and right each, exposing my hole in the middle of my stretched-out ass, as my cock falls and slapped my abs. I gasped in shock at being manhandled like this, as Alexandre’s lips kissed my cock and licked my drooling pre. Then he moved his lips down, kissing my balls and then my ass cheeks, inching toward my hole. “Oh, ohhh, yeah… fuck me, fuck me with that towering big bro rod of yours!” I said, almost without hearing myself, as I moved my arms to grab and hugged my own legs and pushed them down and to the sides. My hands spread my asscheeks revealing my teen hole, which was gaping and wanting to be fucked hard.

Seeing this, Alexandre rumbled in pleasure, his cock trembling. He kissed my hole and his tongue penetrates it deliciously, swirling inside like crazy as he tasted my ass. I loved it, having my ass eaten by him, and so I moaned and my eyes rolled as he conquered me with his tongue; but all I could think about was his cock—that was what I really wanted. For some reason, I was fixated on that rod, I loved it, I needed it inside me, even as his tongue licked my prostate and drooled down my ass crack, making my own cock drool up my abs. I just wanted to be fucked.

“You really want this cock, don’t you?” asked Alexandre, smirking and stroking his rod as he pulled his head away from my hole, spit running down his chin. I moaned and nodded, all hot and bothered. He slapped my ass with his cock, before rubbing it on my crack, and I grunted, my hole literally gaping for that amazingly large cock which reminded me so much of Vincente.

“Yes, yes…. Fuck me with that big bro cock, fuuuuck,” I said, so many images and erotic dreams mixing in my mind. My kinks together with this new found certainty that Alexandre’s cock was just like my big brother’s. Was it projection? Probably, but I didn’t care, and Alexandre seemed to let me get away with it, so I decided to enjoy for now and deal with the rest later.

Indeed, as a reaction to my comment, Alexandre just grinned, slowly and then more quickly sliding his cockhead inside my teen hole. The warm fatness of his member slid and popped inside my pink muscle hole, spreading my insides warmly as it drooled against my inner walls, making me moan deliciously as Alexandre lowered his torso over me and kissed me gently. He looked so strong while over my body, despite my being taller and more muscular than him. He started thrusting his rod against and inside my hole, fucking me with all his might as his balls slapped my ass rhythmically. We were soon both panting and grunting, sweating and kissing in delight.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” he said sweating as he fucks me, slapping and groping my ass with his hands. I grunt and moaned, my hands feeling up my own body as I was fucked hard by one of my big bro’s friends, with his magnificent big-bro-like cock. My own rod throbbed and drooled on my abs.

“Yeah, yea, tell me...” I said, almost not caring, as my eyes rollws when his lips rub against mine—his cock was sliding out of me so fast, and being hammered back in so hard, all those 26 fat centimeters making me moaned and tremble deliciously as they dig inside my guts to force my whole 196-centimeter tall muscle body to tremble and drool from both ends at its will.

“You know this cock fucking you right now, Lauro? This cock you like so fucking much spreading your asshole? Well,” he whispered in my ear as I panted, and then he bit my ears as I moaned. “It isn’t mine, it belongs to your brother,” he said and I gasped, grunted and moaned, as my cock started immediately shooting amazing amounts of cum over my abs, chest and even on Alexandre’s torso, to his surprise. The mere idea of being fucked by my big bro’s cock, in this context, whispered to my ear while having my hole ravaged, seemed to be enough to make me orgasm wildly.

And as I came, my hole twitched around Alexandre’s cock, milking his member with a tight muscle grip as it drilled inside me, making him pant and cum too, as my balls delivered all their amazingly thick orgasm all over our naked bodies.

I was absolutely filled with bliss—not only the orgasm took all over my body, but the idea that this was my brother’s cock fucking me was amazing. How did Alexandre read my mind? I felt embarrassed, but also that this had just been the best sex in my whole life. I pulled Alexandre’s head down for another wet kiss as he finished ejaculating inside me, and then as we both panted enjoying our post-orgasmic sensations, I laughed.

“Fuck, Alexandre, I loved it...” I said drenched in cum, and even more so as my hole was drooling his juices now after Alexandre pulled away. “How did you know I have… a crush on my brother?” I admitted and asked at once, turning super red. He laughed.

“Who doesn’t?” he replied, but then looked me in the face while grabbing his cock. It was so fat, now in a semi, it really did look just like Vincente’s, even as I got inundated with post-nut clarity. “But I wasn’t just role playing, this really is your big brother’s cock. He lent it to me because my true cock is kind of small and, well, he does it to help his friends,” he continued, and I laughed at his joke.

“Yeah, right,” I replied incredulous, and Alexandre scrubbed his hair.

“Huh? Why are you acting like this… can it be that you don’t know about it?” he asked, confused. I frowned, getting a bit annoyed.

“I don’t know about what?” I responded, and his eyes widened in shock.

“I guess you really don’t know… man… fuck… Vicente told me not to spread it to anyone, I just thought you were aware,” said Alexandre, and I sat up on the bed suddenly annoyed.

“Aware of what?!” I asked, getting a bit angry. Alexandre bites his lips now.

“I can’t tell you or I’ll lose my privileges. Ask your brother… all I’ll tell you is this: I am not joking, this really is his cock I have between my legs,” he said, and I rollrf my eyes and stood up, annoyed.

“All right then, you don’t have to mock me just because I have a crush on my brother. I… I really don’t need to have this conversation with you. I am going home,” I said, standing up a bit angry, as Alexandre trief to hold my hand, I pulled it away.

“Already? We could do it again,” he responded, but I shook my head.

“I am not in the mood anymore. Can I shower?” I asked, and he nodded and pointed me to the bathroom. In less than ten minutes I was out and thinking about this whole situation. Should I just ask Vincente what it was that Alexandre was talking about, or was he mocking me? Big bro would be honest with me, if there was something going on, wouldn’t he?

I arrived home about 50 minutes later, and went straight to my older brother’s room. I knocked on the door, to see if he was there. He grumbled, seemingly only half-awake.

“Hmmm, just a second!” he mumbled from inside, and I realized he had probably been asleep. I suddenly felt bad and took a step away from his door.

“Sorry, Vi, I didn’t mean to wake you up, it’s nothing urgent,” I said and started moving away, but he grunted from the other side of the door.

“No, I’m almost out. Just wait a second or I’ll have to pull you out of your room,” he said, half-jokingly and half threatening me for real, and then he did whatever he was doing in there and trotted to the door, opening it fast enough to grab me as I was turning and walking away, making me stop. “Hey, what happened?” he asked, apparently a bit worried. His hair a mess as he had been sleeping, even if he was as handsome as ever. His concern made sense, given that I knocked on his door in the middle of the night right after coming back home; but I was starting to think bothering him was what made no sense.

“What happened?” he asked again, after I didn’t respond and just glared at his semi-naked self. As his voice pulled me back into reality, I glanced inside his room and noticed his bed was empty now. For some reason, he had brought nobody home this time.

He was staring at me and holding my wrist, which made me feel red and hot and bothered all over again. I looked down at his bulge—he was only wearing his short pajama shorts—and it looked so thick. His cock seemed hard, and his balls were as big as ever. Above it, he had his immensely muscular and thick torso, including a happy trail and his massive tits which had just enough hair on them that they screamed “I am a hunk.” Atop all that, he had his handsome, concerned face looking down towards me, wanting to hear from me, talk to me. I bit my lips.

“I have something to say now,” I said, and he nods slowly. I was so flustered I didn’t even think forward as to what I’d said after getting his attention, but I just spilled it all out. “I know where your purple briefs are. I have them in my room, big bro. I’m sorry I kept them hidden from you… I… I… know I’m disgusting,” I said, starting to tear up. He panicked a little but actually laughed, raising his powerful hand to my cheeks, rubbing away my tears as he soothes me.

“Oh, I knew that… but I really thought you were going to ask me about Alexandre’s cock being the same as my own,” responded my big brother as his other hand massaged my exposed muscular right arm. I gasped.

“You, you know about that?!” I asked in a mix of shock and confusion, and he laughed heartily then.

“You mean the underwear, or Alexandre’s cock? Anyway, of course I know about them both, li’l bro. I noticed you fumbled inside my room on Monday. I just didn’t think I had to confront you over it, and would rather you come out to me on this. As for Alexandre having my cock, of course I know about it. I am the one who gave it to him!” he said, and I gasped and mumbled, not understanding or being able to process what I was hearing. Did that mean Vicente was fine with my having a crush on him? Or was this all just a bad, mean joke? What did he even mean by saying that he had Alexandre his own cock?

“I… don’t get it, big bro,” I said, honestly, and he nods.

“I know, wait… let me show you. Come in,” he said and pulled me back inside his room. It was dark and he so he turned on the light. We didn’t stop inside his room though, he pulled me towards his closet, unlocking it and opening it, suddenly exposing everything to me. “You see, now? You weren’t the only one keeping secrets between us brothers,” he said, as his open closet now revealed the craziest thing I had ever seen in my whole life: the spacious room was filled with hot, living body parts—perfectly moving, meaty, clean and, of different colors, sizes and shapes.

Basically, it seemed my older brother had a collection of assess, legs, arms, torsos, cocks and even mouths or all different types inside his closet. I gaped as I walk inside, looking around under Vicente’s watchful gaze, as I recognized his friend’s arms, legs, and even, damn, that’s Alexandre’s torso, I could recognize this belly button because I had been watching its owner fuck me just an hour ago! With this recognition, I glared back at my older brother in shock.

“What the fuck is this, Vi?! Are you a serial killer?” I asked shocked, and he laughed, slapping one of the asses exposed, the line of a dozen or such assholes were perfectly positioned to be at a height he could fuck at will. His hand moved from the beautiful bun to the crack, and then slid inside the muscle hole in the middle, as the detached human rear trembled in a natural reaction to being fingered.

“Of course not. These are just parts of people I copied, Lauro. I… I don’t know exactly why, but I can copy people’s body parts, including my own, and I can detach those parts from their bodies, or attach them to them at will. When I detach a part from someone, they continue feeling it as a part of their body, until I attach it to someone else, and then that person will feel it as a part of their body instead,” he explained, now sounding a bit vulnerable. I stared in shock, as that had to be absurd; but inside that closet, nothing sounded ridiculous at all. And… and I trusted him, after all. I trusted his vulnerability; I trusted him like he always trusted me.

I nodded slowly, hearing his explanation, and then I slapped an ass which looked particularly plump and round and muscular, with a cock dangling bellow it.

“I know this one… this is yours, right, big bro?” I asked, and he nodded, his face contorting as he felt my touch despite that being a detached ass. My hand groped his detached ass, and I could see his cock trembling in his tiny shorts from it.

“Yea...” he responded, and then a silence fell between us as I rubbed his detached ass up and down. Both his detached and his attached cocks rose, trembled, and drooled, forming a tent in his tiny shorts and also letting pre run down on his closet.

“Does that mean you can feel this, Vi?” I asked, as I lowered my hand and slapped his buns, before spreading his detached ass cheeks and pushing my head between them kissing his big bro hole, which twitched as my tongue licked it and even poked inside.

“Hmm, fuck, li’l bro, I can...” he said, grunting deep, as his normal cock just poked out of his pajamas, a red hard mushroom head so similar to mine and, indeed, just like Alexandre’s, wanting to fuck my teen ass… which I had pointing up towards Vicente as I lowered my torso to eat his detached ass.

I then panted, pulling myself away from his buns—a thread of spit connecting my lips and tongue to his hole, for a second—and then glanced at him.

“Can… can you do this to me, big bro? And… can… can you give me one of these?” I asked, blushing wildly, realizing I had rimmed my big bro’s ass for a second there. Vicente took a step closer to me. He started pulling up my shirt, and I almost automatically obeyed his motion by lifting my arms, and soon I was shirtless.

“The answer to your second question is yes,” he started saying. “I actually had meant to tell you about this for years, I wanted to know if you could do it too, and…fuck… I always wanted to do it to you, li’l bro. I have swapped parts of my friends for years, but I never knew quite how to come clean with you about it… Since it seemed you can’t do it yourself, I want you to have access to my collection, if you want to. If you want a version of my ass and cock to yourself, I’d be pleased to give it to you as well, but you don’t need a detached version...” he said, stroking my li’l bro pecs as my cock automatically hardened completely, and my hands moved to his own muscle arms.

“Big bro...” I said, biting my lips, really embarrassed as he groped my upper body, feeling my proud muscles as both his attached and detached cock tremble. “I am still having a hard time processing it all, but I just know one thing: I want to be as close to you as I can, because I really love you. Can… can… can I kiss you, big bro?” I blurted out, and he didn’t even reply, he just pulled our bodies close together and his tongue slid inside my mouth, tasting my spit and his detached arse both at once in a deep and intense passionate brotherly but also manly loving kiss.

Our kissing was intense and full. Our massive muscles crashed, our bulges rubbed, brotherly erection against brotherly erection; as his lips touched mine and we ate each other’s mouths, electricity ran between us, seeming to affect all the detached cocks intensively, as they got immediately hard around us. We both grunted and started frenetically pulling down my pants and his shorts, revealing our full brotherly selves. We got naked, and, undressed, we started going at each other, bumping against the wall of human detached parts in his closet, as the cocks hanging about all drooled from our exuding strong manly and erotic musk. As we pulled away from the kiss, we were both panting and I felt so good—so my big bro liked me too! I could hardly believe it!

“So, how do you want to do this, li’l bro? I actually can do a lot more than I tell my friends… I can not only copy and detach or attach body parts, I can also reshape them at will,” he said, and I gasped in shock hearing that, as my hand lowered to grab his magnificent 26-centimeter-long cock and stroked it up and down as he moaned.

“What do you think of you growing out our cocks, and giving us a second front asshole so we can both fuck each other as we kiss…? Actually, even more than that, big bro, you can give us an extra set of arms so we can hug even harder as we play,” I said and he laughed, his hand moving to my own cock. He stroked it, but as he did, my member seemed to melt and throb—a part of it was definitely his sturdy big bro touch that I’ve been yearning for so many years, but a part of it seemed to be that he was affecting and growing my cock with his powers. I pant as with each stroke I gain another centimeter, and soon my cock was larger than his, and then more than 40 centimeters long.

“I love how creative you are, li’l bro,” he said, and then smiles as my cock drooled much enlarged in his hands, my balls having followed that same growth. “Is this big enough?” he asked, and I nod bothered and almost orgasming.

“Yes! Now make yourself bigger!” I said almost as a command, as my hand moved up and down his cock, and big bro moaned, putting his hand around mine.

“What if we try to have you do it yourself?” he asked, and I laughed, my magnificent 40-centimeter-long dong slapping my abs and all the way to my pecs, drooling juices on me as we spoke, until I turned the angle of my hips enough that my cockhead bumped against his muscle tits which I started humping. I lowered my head and gave my slit a lick.

“I can’t do it, though, big bro, only you can,” I respond matter-of-factly, and he shrugged, lowering his head to kiss me over my cockhead, and then giving my own towering rod a wet kiss.

“Well, have you ever tried? And have you ever tried with me? We are brothers, it’s not impossible that you can do it,” he said, also matter-of-factly, using his tongue on my slit as an incentive. I thought my cock grew another centimeter or two there, as he used his mouth to change me. But regardless, his hand was on my hand, holding his much smaller but sizeable manhood. As usual, Vicente had made a good point.

“So how should I do it?” I ask, stroking his cock as he licked and kissed my cockhead, to my delirium.

“Just think of whatever you want happening, happening. Picture my body as if it were made of a malleable material, and reshape it with your own body and will… I will help you, here...” he said, kissing my cock and engulfing my whole cockhead with his mouth at the same time as his hands helped me stroke his growing cock. And grow it did! His rod trembled in its increasing fatness and size, reaching 52 centimeters before stopping, slapping my chest as well as big brother’s.

I don’t know what happened—if big bro did it to himself, if his mouth and hands changed me to be able to do it, or if he really helped me awake some sort of sleeping capacity I had not previously known. All I knew was that I could imagine myself growing his rod, as he said, and that he grew in front of me, for me. After that, big bro moved his hand to my groin, as we both humped each other’s cock and even body with our enlarged brotherly members.

“Now let’s make our new assholes, right? I’ll do yours and you’ll do mine… make it nice, deep and tight,” he said to me, and I did feel his fingers were able to dig a second front hole inside me next to my cock—a deliciously tight and even more perfect second li’l bro muscle hole. I did the same to him, lowering my hands on the opposite side of his cock, and moving my fingers until I was fingering an opening which hadn’t previously been there. Big bro moaned, as my fingers dug a hole in him, inventing a new big bro muscle hole, a new big bro prostate, and a new big bro inside, as he drooled panting as we frotted cock against cock, bod against bod, bro against bro.

“Fuuuck, so this is what it feels like to be changed by someone else… it’s fucking amazing, li’l bro,” he said and I nodded in agreement, because it was. I loved being changed by him, and I moaned as we did it to each other, together.

Soon our holes were ready, and big bro pushed me to his bed with his larger muscles and body overall. I, for the second time tonight, fell down with my ass on a big bulky bed, but now it felt very different than before, and much better. Vicente looked down towards me and grunted, his cock drooling abundant pre.

“You are the hottest lad ever, li’l bro, I can’t believe I had to let Alexandre have you before I did, but at least I’m glad I had him fuck you with my own cock,” he said, and before I could respond, he grabbed my cock and points it to his new hole, while his other hand pointed his even larger rod towards my new gaping hole too. And then, in one swift motion, as my arms reached for his, and his for my own, and we changed each other and pulled each other together, our rods slid inside the other’s body, being welcomed by the other’s large front hole perfectly, as if we were pieces of a puzzle. He grunted, I panted, we both fucked and were fucked. His insides were so tight, so muscular, and his rod was so fat inside me, invading my new hole like a conqueror and rearranging my body. We both seemed to almost unintentionally change one another now, as we started fucking and kissing and sharing this unique bonding, we both hadn’t known to be possible before.

Soon, things got frenetic and confusing, as we brothers fucked in Vicente’s bed. Our arms doubled, and then doubled again, so we hugged even harder, even more. Our legs doubled too, and they were intertwined as we thrust our hips against and away from each other, our cocks fucking our respective holes being so big that their tubular shape was stretching our abs. Our torsos also widened, to welcome such a large amount of rod, but also to welcome our growing and thickening muscles, as we became larger and larger with each mind-blowing thrust, and each earth-shattering kiss between us brothers.

We kissed so hard that suddenly there was a second tongue inside big bro’s mouth, and then a second mouth under my original one, and then he had a second mouth too, and I had three tongues—we kissed in double, our tongues drooling and swirling together, penetrating the other’s double throat, except my third tongue which was tasting his big bro sweat, drinking it as I deliciously felt him completely. In that frenetic fervor of brotherly fuck, our tits multiplied and so did our abs, our nipples getting fatter and longer and rubbing together as they drooled with male milk, mixing with pre and sweat to cover us in liquids. We become unique special creatures in the history of the world, born naturally out of our complementary changes to one another.

“Fuck, li’l bro, this is amazing, I love you so fucking much!” said Vincente’s new third mouth as I give him almost unintentionally a second fat rod, twin to his original one, which my lower right arm aimed at my original rear hole. He penetrated it perfectly, and then I was completely filled by big bro cock on the lower end, through both my holes, as his two half-a-meter long cocks fucked me from the back and the front at once, rubbing together inside me, and really taking possession of my insides as my big bro’s younger brother.

“Hmhmm, ah! I love you too, fuck, fuuuck, don’t want this to ever end, big bro!” I said, and he then mumbled something, as we approach a massive orgasm together.

“It really doesn’t have to, li’l bro, we can make that happen together,” he said, but I hardly heard it as I exploded in ejaculating orgasm from my massive cock inside him and my six nipples all at once, forcing another wave of change as our bodies rubbed and trembled as he continued fucking me as my muscles flex and collapse in an orgasmic mess. Big bro exploded in growth in all sides, enveloping me in muscle and in big bro body, while completely impaling me in big bro cocks which got so long as to slide up my system and end up inside his two mouths kissing me as I gag on his cock moving up my throat. Besides his rods were traversing my frame, his fat tongues swirling around his manhoods as we never stopped kissing. My eyes cried in pleasure and love and absolute desire for big bro Vicente’s total, endless and limitless self.

“Damn, you are creative!” said big bro as his mouths sucked himself and my whole majestic body was enveloping his twin rods, and then he came too, pumping seed back down his system as I felt his rods both trembling, stretching me amazingly throughout, him like a horny ouroboros, me like his perfectly fitting overstretched and perfectly protected fraternal fleshlight.

Vincente’s orgasm gave rise to another growth rush, in which we became taller and more muscular, and expanded all over, as well as multiplied—three and then six 20-centimeter-long cocks spawned as a crown around each of his massive twin impaling big bro pricks, as I gained four and then eight similarly-sized li’l bro cocks, all of which exploded like a waterfall in that final moment of fraternal orgasmic glory. This massive final round of growth finally made big bro’s bed crack and collapse under us—we were now a combined metric ton of muscle, cock and varied male parts. Despite having an earth-shattering orgasm after me, Vicente was the first to recover and to pull away from me, starting to change us back to our original selves before I stopped him.

“Since we both know, can’t we sleep like this and change in the morning? I… want to cuddle with six arms,” I said, using my best li’l bro pouting to convince him. Vicente laughed, nodding.

“All right, let me just return our insides and cocks to normal, all right? We can keep the arms and legs for cuddling,” he said and I nodded. He did just that but we end up soon falling asleep with his now 301-centimeter-tall overgrown self hugging my 251-centimeter-tall body, as our legs stood out of his crushed down bed, resting in the puddle of male juices our brotherly act produced.

I woke up gasping in shock, suddenly all memories of last night coming back to me as I felt my face at once burn in embarrassment, and my morning wood tremble in lust—my morning wood? It was back to its regular size, as was the rest of my body. I frowned, afraid—had last night been nothing but a dream? Had I fainted from drinking and imagined all that? Of course, it must have been… but… this smell. I was on big brother’s bed and, looking around, I was clearly inside his room indeed. I could even see him at his desk, working in his computer, his broad naked back turned against me; until he turned around.

“Good morning, Lauro. I took the liberty to change your body back, since you don’t seem to be controlling yourself too well yet—you even grew a cock in my back during the night, and you were sucking it in your sleep as I woke up,” explained my older brother, without any hint of judgment on his voice, as I moved my hands to my lips and noticed that this weird dry crust around them wasn’t just dry spit, but cum.

“Fuck me, Vi, so everything that happened was real!? It wasn’t a dream, you can change our bodies!” I asked, shocked, and he laughed, standing up, nodding as he came towards me and sat on his broken king-size bed next to me. He grabbed my cheeks and pulled me into a kiss… when he pulled away, I had a cock instead of my tongue leaving his lips, a long fat drooling mouthcock. I gasped, as the member drooled pre down on me, and then my big brother stroked it back down to a wet spit-soaked tongue.

“See? It is true. But I am pretty sure, after everything that happened, that you can do it too, li’l bro,” he said, and then peted my head, as I was feeling rather overwhelmed. “Anyway,” he said, and then slapped my hardon through the blanket. “I’d love to help you took care of this myself but I have a presentation in 30 minutes at college, so I have to get going. But you don’t have to feel down, you can use my closet. I have the body parts of all my friends whom I helped by changing their bodies in there, as well as parts of myself too. Those I remade new just a few minutes ago, so if you play with my detached parts, I’ll feel it in my main body too...” he said, and I nodded slowly, before interrupting him.

“I’ll do that but… big bro, Vi… what if you took my cock with you too, inside you… that way we can both play together even as you are away,” I responded and he laughed, pulling the blanket away from my body and nodding towards my cock.

“You do it, let’s see if you still have it in you to double and detach your cock, Lauro,” he said, and I bit my lips looking a little uncertain, as my hands went to my cock. I stroked it but it didn’t feel like yesterday, and it only reacted as a normal cock would. I started feeling nervous and glance at my big bro, who shook his head.

“Maybe you were the one doing everything by yourself yesterday, Vi… come on!” I complained, but he simply kissed me, his tongue lengthening and invading my throat, my insides so deep I could feel its fatness not only stretching my jaw and neck but swirling down under my abs as I was drilled once more; this brought some memories of yesterday, as well as it made me horny.

“I know myself and you better than to think that,” he said from his new second mouth, and, as I drowned on the pleasure of his tongue sliding inside and through me, my cock engorged and doubled in my hips, between my two sturdy teen li’l bro legs, as I stroked it, unintentionally also doubling my arms so as not to stop rubbing any of my rods. As he noticed it, Vicente slurped his tongue back inside himself, leaving my insides abandoned and empty.

“There, I knew you could do it,” he said, and then picked up and detaches my left cock from my groin, making me moan as his big bro burly hands hugged one of my equally sensitive hardons. “You just need to visualize and control yourself better, and you’ll stop having those associated transformations that you didn’t intend on creating,” he said, nodding towards my new set of arms and pecs, which I touched, still shocked that they were real. “We will practice it when I am back, but you can do it while I am away too. Remember, you can control other people’s bodies as well, most likely, so if you do took any piece in my closet to play with, even my own body parts, you can potentially do whatever you want with them.”

As he explained, Vicente slid my detached cock like a meaty dildo inside his asshole, making me moan as it felt like I had one cock fucking him (which I did). I also noticed his asshole made my sensitive detached cock lengthen and fatten until it was 47 centimeters long, filling completely the velvety insides of his majestically muscular big bro body. I moaned and as he stood up to put on some clothes, and grabbed his normal rod like a handle, to attract his attention.

“Can I create a double of you, using, say, your detached cock in the closet?” I asked, and Vicente seemed startled and even puzzled by the question. He thought for a little while and then suddenly laughed and caresses my hair again.

“I don’t know, I have never tried that, li’l bro. Generally I just double and detach my friend’s body parts, or exchange their body parts to help them with something. You might well experiment with it and tell me when I’m back home… you know, I love how creative you are,” he said, and then put on his handsome social clothes, staring at himself on the mirror. He smiled at me, puts his finger in front of his lips as if asking me to be silent or keep a secret, and then expanded his already majestic muscles to completely fill and even overstretch his clothes slightly.

“I am in a good mood now, li’l bro, because now we don’t need to keep secrets from one another anymore,” he explained, kissed my cheeks, and left me to myself, and all his collection, for now.

I smirked, and as he left I lowered myself on his bed, breathing in all that delicious big bro musk, thinking of all the possibilities now for us and… why not, his friends and my friends? I blushed, getting so happy I couldn’t avoid moving my limbs around on his massive bed.

“So am I!” I said out loud, as I jumped out of bed and went towards my brother’s closet.

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