*Fiction / All characters within this story are 18+. Any resemblance between the characters in the work and real-life individuals is unintentional.*
Chapter 1:
It was around 2:30am when I came in from work. A shadow in my living room stopped me, so I immediately hid around the corner. There he was, my step brother. Javier: 6’7”, broad shoulders, massive pecs, legs like tree trunks, bicep canons, and a beautiful face. He was 30, had deep brown eyes, a smile that could light up the room, cinnamon colored skin, and jet black hair.
I on the other hand was the exact opposite 21, 4’8” guy, light muscle build, pale skin, green eyes, brown hair, with a relatively nice face. I was not blessed as much as he was, rarely had anyone come up to me. I would hear him on the phone talking to some women, but never actually saw him go out with anyone, nor did he bring anyone back to my place. He considered himself a player.
He moved into my one bedroom apartment with me because his last girlfriend found out that he was talking to her best friend. He was going to break up with her, but she beat him to the punch. When it happened, he came over uninvited, walked in with a couple of bags, declared he needed a place to stay for a month or two and promptly sat on the couch. A week or two, quickly became a 5-6 months.
Not everyone is “perfect.” He may look great, but he could sometimes be a major asshole. He would eat my food without asking, barge into my bathroom, and sometimes use my car without me knowing. Not to mention the whole declaring that he’s moving in.
He was laying back on the recliner, his massive legs hung off to the side, sprawled out. His arms were crossed over his chest, pushing his round orbs of muscle together proudly showcasing them. His head was gently hanging to the side, I could hear him slightly snoring. I felt like a mouse peaking around the corner. He was being illuminated by the infomercial on the television. His chest was slowly rising, and slowly lowering.
“…and for 4 payments of $9.95…” I could hear the narrator in the background quietly shouting
“What the fuck are you doing Grant?” I whispered to myself, “this is your place, why are you hiding like this, walk into your living room, turn the tv off, and go to bed.”
Quietly walking in, I made my way around the room navigating the suitcases of clothes, furniture, and his leg that extended into the pathway. I found the cluttered coffee table, bits of food, bowls, bottles of beer, were scattered about. I managed to locate the remote control and promptly shut the tv off.
“Not a good idea Grant…” The room was dark, too dark that I couldn’t see. I swiveled around trying to retrace my steps going out of the living room. Luckily for me, the full moon was out. I saw a stream of light coming in from the 3rd floor window which immediately allowed my eyes some kind of solace within the pitch black room. The light also second as a flash light that fell upon Javier.
I was standing a few feet away from him, and he was glowing from the light. He was stunning, an unimaginable mortal God sleeping on my recliner. I stood there taking in the image of my step brother, he was wearing a simple tank top, and his arms were bulging out over his prominent chest. He had a little bit of a belly, nothing a few days in the gym couldn’t fix. I felt like a creep so I pushed the image out of my mind and continued to walk by him.
I forgot that his giant leg was extended out in the pathway and I tripped over it. Luckily I caught myself, but landed on my hands and knees with a loud thud.
“Javier I’m sor—“ I started to say, but then quickly realized he was still sound asleep. "Jeez..a marching band could come through and you wouldn’t wake up. Dude you sleep like a rock." He responded with some light snores.
Now arms length away from him, I could make out more detail on him. He had a scruffy beard on his face, and his hair was in his face and needed to be cut. My eyes panned down, he had this thin gold chain around his neck that looked like it could break any minute, with a medallion that rested in the crevice of his pecs. My tripping over him loosened his arms and they fell to his sides, as a result the tank top was left open a little. A bit of his nipple was peaking out and you could see the slight muscle definition on his side, I could see his arm pit and the hair that was covering his chest. I made an audible gulp.
My perverted eyes moved further down and I could see his stomach slowly rising and falling and his massive forearms resting on it. His hands were huge, I remember when we first met 10 years ago. My mom brought her new husband home, and in tow came Javier. My new step dad was 6’5, and towered over my mom and I. Javier and I shook hands and that’s when I realized how huge this guy was. My tiny hand was completely engulfed by his massive paw. His nails were clean and he wore a gold band on his thumb. When I look back I could only imagine what it was like for a girl to hold his hand, what they could have possibly felt when he fingered them.
The trip down memory lane was interrupted by the sounds of a slight adjustment from Javier’s body trying to get comfortable. The small chair groaned under the weight of this giant. His leg was now making contact with my arm, and the size difference of his ankle compared to my wrist was almost comical. His leg made my arm look downright puny. It was hairy, soft and warm. It also kind of tickled when I moved. My eyes made their way back up the side of his thigh to find that he was wearing a pair of retro gym shorts. They were red, and the ones that have the slit in the side. Due to the insane size of his thighs, the opening was stretched to the point that the shorts could rip at any minute. That’s when I noticed….he wasn’t wearing underwear.
My stomach dropped. I closed my eyes tightly, apologized to my ancestors, and made another audible gulp. I slowly opening my eyes and focused on the white trim that hugged his leg. My eyes traced the highlighted line up over his thigh, down to his crotch; the hair was noticeably softer on his inner thigh. I saw that one of his testicles were hanging out of the fabric cage on the right side. The skin was stretched to its limit under the weight of his egg sized orb. I licked my lips and swallowed again.
"Javi, are you awake?" he responded with more snoring, "Great, thanks for letting me know..." I took that as my cue to continue my visual exploration.
Sheepishly I followed the guideline that peaked out from behind his velvet sack, and followed to another hidden lump, that was definitely the missing ball to the pair. Javier clenched his glutes, and the free hanging ball tightened up quickly, stayed in place, and dropped back down. Adding more weight to the already strained ballsack. My heart jumped in unison with the movement and I quickly realized that the entirety of his shorts lifted up and dropped back down. I looked past the pair of eggs and my eyes widened. A thick mound snaked its way from the center of the gym shorts to the left and disappeared behind his thigh. His piece laid there like a snake waiting for any unsuspecting victim. Javier’s body instinctively squeezed his glutes again, letting me know that it knew I was watching. Whatever he was dreaming about, he was really enjoying. His ball shot up again, slid back down slowly. The covered mound jiggled, begging to be freed.
The movement of his glutes pushed his body forward and pulled the already tight fabric further up. As a result his left testicle slipped out, and found its place next to its twin. Since his break up from his girlfriend, I knew he wasn’t getting as much. Regardless of him being a player, I would always see him hanging out on the couch. He definitely wasn’t releasing his load as much as he should have been. His balls looked so heavy, my mouth was watering.
With his balls sitting on the couch, and the delicate fabric struggling to hold the full length of his member in, I could now see the underside of his cock. His glutes squeezed in reaction to my viewing, and his balls lifted in joy to the freedom that were these red shorts. His cock jiggled again, too heavy, and engorged to the brim, still attempting to break loose.
"Holy shit Javi..." I whispered to myself. I felt a knot grow in my throat.
I quietly crept closer and inched myself in between his thighs, my face was close to his sack, so close that I could practically feel the heat that emanated from his engorged cock. I inhaled deeply and took in the intoxicating scent of him and slowly breathed out through my nose. His body reacted to feeling my exhale by squeezing his glutes, this time pushing him closer to the edge of the chair and his ball sack fell off the over the edge. Due to the weight of his balls falling from the height of the couch, they ended up pulling his cock free from the last bit of fabric hanging on. The fully intact beast laid there leaning to the left, attempted to stand at attention but couldn’t, and instead moved a little over his stomach and was in now in full view of my face. There was a silver string that was connected from his member to thigh that was begging to be lapped up. I couldn’t give an exact measurement, but it was thick.
"Javi, dude your cock is just...oh-my-god" my eyes traced up the massive vein underneath. He definitely kept his pubes trimmed because all that was visible was hair around the base. His cock tried to jump again, this time finding a final resting place on his stomach in full glory. I felt a heavy feeling in my stomach, and to entice me more his body released a drop of precum which fell onto his shirt.
Sitting in awe, I couldn’t believe it, my step brothers massive cock was in my face. It jolted again, another drop of precum poured out, a wet spot that now started to form. This time it kept moving, his hips kept thrusting. He was definitely having a sex dream, I could just tell. My heart was pounding, what I was about to do was wrong, but I needed to touch it. I reached my hand closer to grab hold of this python. My heart was now beating like a drum in my ear, this was very, very wrong. If Javier were to wake up now, he would murder me. My hand was inches away from his member, the size difference between his cock and my fingers was insane. His monster reacted by bobbing up, beckoning my hand, requesting me to give it a handshake. My hand shot backwards a little, keeping its distance. I inched my hand closer.I was going to do it, I was goi was going to actually touch my step brothers cock, and that’s when Javier started to yawn and stretch.
My heart shot out of my chest. I held my breath, and took almost no time and began scrambling to get up. Quietly I bolted out of the living room to my bedroom as quickly as possible. I didn’t look back for fear that he would see me there. As I ran into my room I just heard the couch groaning under the weight of him.
With my back against the closed door, I whispered to myself, "Grant...you're playing with fire..." In response my cock was painfully throbbing in my pants.
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Chapter 1:
It was around 2:30am when I came in from work. A shadow in my living room stopped me, so I immediately hid around the corner. There he was, my step brother. Javier: 6’7”, broad shoulders, massive pecs, legs like tree trunks, bicep canons, and a beautiful face. He was 30, had deep brown eyes, a smile that could light up the room, cinnamon colored skin, and jet black hair.
I on the other hand was the exact opposite 21, 4’8” guy, light muscle build, pale skin, green eyes, brown hair, with a relatively nice face. I was not blessed as much as he was, rarely had anyone come up to me. I would hear him on the phone talking to some women, but never actually saw him go out with anyone, nor did he bring anyone back to my place. He considered himself a player.
He moved into my one bedroom apartment with me because his last girlfriend found out that he was talking to her best friend. He was going to break up with her, but she beat him to the punch. When it happened, he came over uninvited, walked in with a couple of bags, declared he needed a place to stay for a month or two and promptly sat on the couch. A week or two, quickly became a 5-6 months.
Not everyone is “perfect.” He may look great, but he could sometimes be a major asshole. He would eat my food without asking, barge into my bathroom, and sometimes use my car without me knowing. Not to mention the whole declaring that he’s moving in.
He was laying back on the recliner, his massive legs hung off to the side, sprawled out. His arms were crossed over his chest, pushing his round orbs of muscle together proudly showcasing them. His head was gently hanging to the side, I could hear him slightly snoring. I felt like a mouse peaking around the corner. He was being illuminated by the infomercial on the television. His chest was slowly rising, and slowly lowering.
“…and for 4 payments of $9.95…” I could hear the narrator in the background quietly shouting
“What the fuck are you doing Grant?” I whispered to myself, “this is your place, why are you hiding like this, walk into your living room, turn the tv off, and go to bed.”
Quietly walking in, I made my way around the room navigating the suitcases of clothes, furniture, and his leg that extended into the pathway. I found the cluttered coffee table, bits of food, bowls, bottles of beer, were scattered about. I managed to locate the remote control and promptly shut the tv off.
“Not a good idea Grant…” The room was dark, too dark that I couldn’t see. I swiveled around trying to retrace my steps going out of the living room. Luckily for me, the full moon was out. I saw a stream of light coming in from the 3rd floor window which immediately allowed my eyes some kind of solace within the pitch black room. The light also second as a flash light that fell upon Javier.
I was standing a few feet away from him, and he was glowing from the light. He was stunning, an unimaginable mortal God sleeping on my recliner. I stood there taking in the image of my step brother, he was wearing a simple tank top, and his arms were bulging out over his prominent chest. He had a little bit of a belly, nothing a few days in the gym couldn’t fix. I felt like a creep so I pushed the image out of my mind and continued to walk by him.
I forgot that his giant leg was extended out in the pathway and I tripped over it. Luckily I caught myself, but landed on my hands and knees with a loud thud.
“Javier I’m sor—“ I started to say, but then quickly realized he was still sound asleep. "Jeez..a marching band could come through and you wouldn’t wake up. Dude you sleep like a rock." He responded with some light snores.
Now arms length away from him, I could make out more detail on him. He had a scruffy beard on his face, and his hair was in his face and needed to be cut. My eyes panned down, he had this thin gold chain around his neck that looked like it could break any minute, with a medallion that rested in the crevice of his pecs. My tripping over him loosened his arms and they fell to his sides, as a result the tank top was left open a little. A bit of his nipple was peaking out and you could see the slight muscle definition on his side, I could see his arm pit and the hair that was covering his chest. I made an audible gulp.
My perverted eyes moved further down and I could see his stomach slowly rising and falling and his massive forearms resting on it. His hands were huge, I remember when we first met 10 years ago. My mom brought her new husband home, and in tow came Javier. My new step dad was 6’5, and towered over my mom and I. Javier and I shook hands and that’s when I realized how huge this guy was. My tiny hand was completely engulfed by his massive paw. His nails were clean and he wore a gold band on his thumb. When I look back I could only imagine what it was like for a girl to hold his hand, what they could have possibly felt when he fingered them.
The trip down memory lane was interrupted by the sounds of a slight adjustment from Javier’s body trying to get comfortable. The small chair groaned under the weight of this giant. His leg was now making contact with my arm, and the size difference of his ankle compared to my wrist was almost comical. His leg made my arm look downright puny. It was hairy, soft and warm. It also kind of tickled when I moved. My eyes made their way back up the side of his thigh to find that he was wearing a pair of retro gym shorts. They were red, and the ones that have the slit in the side. Due to the insane size of his thighs, the opening was stretched to the point that the shorts could rip at any minute. That’s when I noticed….he wasn’t wearing underwear.
My stomach dropped. I closed my eyes tightly, apologized to my ancestors, and made another audible gulp. I slowly opening my eyes and focused on the white trim that hugged his leg. My eyes traced the highlighted line up over his thigh, down to his crotch; the hair was noticeably softer on his inner thigh. I saw that one of his testicles were hanging out of the fabric cage on the right side. The skin was stretched to its limit under the weight of his egg sized orb. I licked my lips and swallowed again.
"Javi, are you awake?" he responded with more snoring, "Great, thanks for letting me know..." I took that as my cue to continue my visual exploration.
Sheepishly I followed the guideline that peaked out from behind his velvet sack, and followed to another hidden lump, that was definitely the missing ball to the pair. Javier clenched his glutes, and the free hanging ball tightened up quickly, stayed in place, and dropped back down. Adding more weight to the already strained ballsack. My heart jumped in unison with the movement and I quickly realized that the entirety of his shorts lifted up and dropped back down. I looked past the pair of eggs and my eyes widened. A thick mound snaked its way from the center of the gym shorts to the left and disappeared behind his thigh. His piece laid there like a snake waiting for any unsuspecting victim. Javier’s body instinctively squeezed his glutes again, letting me know that it knew I was watching. Whatever he was dreaming about, he was really enjoying. His ball shot up again, slid back down slowly. The covered mound jiggled, begging to be freed.
The movement of his glutes pushed his body forward and pulled the already tight fabric further up. As a result his left testicle slipped out, and found its place next to its twin. Since his break up from his girlfriend, I knew he wasn’t getting as much. Regardless of him being a player, I would always see him hanging out on the couch. He definitely wasn’t releasing his load as much as he should have been. His balls looked so heavy, my mouth was watering.
With his balls sitting on the couch, and the delicate fabric struggling to hold the full length of his member in, I could now see the underside of his cock. His glutes squeezed in reaction to my viewing, and his balls lifted in joy to the freedom that were these red shorts. His cock jiggled again, too heavy, and engorged to the brim, still attempting to break loose.
"Holy shit Javi..." I whispered to myself. I felt a knot grow in my throat.
I quietly crept closer and inched myself in between his thighs, my face was close to his sack, so close that I could practically feel the heat that emanated from his engorged cock. I inhaled deeply and took in the intoxicating scent of him and slowly breathed out through my nose. His body reacted to feeling my exhale by squeezing his glutes, this time pushing him closer to the edge of the chair and his ball sack fell off the over the edge. Due to the weight of his balls falling from the height of the couch, they ended up pulling his cock free from the last bit of fabric hanging on. The fully intact beast laid there leaning to the left, attempted to stand at attention but couldn’t, and instead moved a little over his stomach and was in now in full view of my face. There was a silver string that was connected from his member to thigh that was begging to be lapped up. I couldn’t give an exact measurement, but it was thick.
"Javi, dude your cock is just...oh-my-god" my eyes traced up the massive vein underneath. He definitely kept his pubes trimmed because all that was visible was hair around the base. His cock tried to jump again, this time finding a final resting place on his stomach in full glory. I felt a heavy feeling in my stomach, and to entice me more his body released a drop of precum which fell onto his shirt.
Sitting in awe, I couldn’t believe it, my step brothers massive cock was in my face. It jolted again, another drop of precum poured out, a wet spot that now started to form. This time it kept moving, his hips kept thrusting. He was definitely having a sex dream, I could just tell. My heart was pounding, what I was about to do was wrong, but I needed to touch it. I reached my hand closer to grab hold of this python. My heart was now beating like a drum in my ear, this was very, very wrong. If Javier were to wake up now, he would murder me. My hand was inches away from his member, the size difference between his cock and my fingers was insane. His monster reacted by bobbing up, beckoning my hand, requesting me to give it a handshake. My hand shot backwards a little, keeping its distance. I inched my hand closer.I was going to do it, I was goi was going to actually touch my step brothers cock, and that’s when Javier started to yawn and stretch.
My heart shot out of my chest. I held my breath, and took almost no time and began scrambling to get up. Quietly I bolted out of the living room to my bedroom as quickly as possible. I didn’t look back for fear that he would see me there. As I ran into my room I just heard the couch groaning under the weight of him.
With my back against the closed door, I whispered to myself, "Grant...you're playing with fire..." In response my cock was painfully throbbing in my pants.
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