Brad & Timmy
(Truthfully, more an intense gay story that utilizes elements of cuckolding to exacerbate the dominance aspect of the sexual relationships)
I have no control over my life. My Mum shacked up with this drop-kick of a man with one son that I'm now forced to share a bedroom with, at 18.
Brad is unfortunately the same age as me, and moving to my high school. He moves up today. I wanted to escape to my girlfriend's because quite frankly I hate Ethan, and by proxy, feel a deep hatred toward Brad already. To further my terrible luck, Ellie went up to Fort Lauderdale with her family for spring break and we don't start back for another couple weeks so, I'm stuck with a mother who's desperate to escape the fear of being alone, an absolute wanker of a step-father, and his spawn who I'm sure will be just as terrible.
I was in my room, brooding. I'd already made my peace with the arrangement and halved the room, halved the space on the bathroom counter space, and exercised my right to steer clear of everybody at the moment.
Ellie called me at 4.
"Babe, I'm sure it won't be that bad. Who knows, maybe this guy will hate it just as much and you can bond." Ellie was ever hopeful, an endearing quality that left little to betray or hurt. She was the best person I know. Well, that and she was stunning. I'd crushed over her for the longest time, from when we were little. I watched as her ringlets transformed into luscious waves against her bronze skin, and her figure morph into the reality of beauty that touched the hearts of any straight Male. She was perfection.
"I don't know Elle, I wish you were here." I said, trying to clear any excessive moodiness from my voice. It was difficult to find pessimism when talking to her.
"Ellie, we're going to Paneera!" I heard her father, Mr. Olsen, call to her.
"Okay, coming!" Ellie responded, muffling the phone with her hand.
"I'm sorry babe, I've gotta shoot off, but you'll be fine, okay? I love you!"
"I love you"- the telltale sign of disconnection beeping flooded my ears- "...too." I sighed, chucking my headphones on and drowning out the world with death metal and anger.
****
"Tim" I heard Ellie whisper to me.
"Tim" I thought you weren't coming back until after spring break.
"TIM!" A sudden jolt shook me, drowning my blissful sleep with cold metallic reality.
I shot up, my eyes adjusting to my surroundings. Mum was at the entrance of my room, and next to her was this lean giant of a teenager with skin like Ellie's, bronze and flawless. I instantly hated him.
"Tim, this is Brad, he's going to be moving in with us tonight." My Mum was using her soft warm welcoming tone that she reserves for new people.
I rubbed my eyes, perturbed but trying to curb the resentment that felt naked on my face, "I know Mum, it's been planned for a month now." I quipped.
"Yes well, I'll let you boys get settled. Brad, if you need anything Tim will help you out okay?"
Brad turned to my Mom and said, "Yes Ma'am." In a hunkered street version of a southern drawl that reminded me of the guy that sings that song "Your Man"... Was it Josh something? But if that guy could also rap.
Brad had already stepped in, and began unpacking his stuff in my drowsy reverie. I rubbed my eyes and absorbed him fully. He was tall, maybe 6'4, pretty lean.
"Stay on your side and we won't have any issues." I muttered, injecting more cold than I initially intended.
Brad just kept unpacking, as if he didn't hear me at all. Honestly, it was kind of perfect. I chucked on my headphones and drifted off again, thankful there was a decent divide between our beds.
I woke up drowsily, angst music blaring in my ears. It was dark and the lights were out. There was a sliver of moonlight illuminating the room from the gap in the closed curtains. I grabbed the chunky headphones and threw them down the bed.
The door flew open and I shut my eyes again quickly, opening them enough to peer through.
Brad stalked into the room, rubbing a towel over his shoulder-length brunette mop. Brad's torso was... delicious. As a closeted bisexual it certainly stirred the desires that I tried to steer away from for Social reasons, however Brad's beautiful tan extended over a magnificent set of prominent abdominals to the low-riding pair of boxers that appeared to house its own prominence.
Brad looked over toward me and a smirk appeared in his chiseled features. He dropped the damp towel from his head and sauntered closer to where I lay, pretending to sleep, peering through barely open eyes. Brad chuckled once before throwing his towel over my head.
I had to stop myself from jolting, as his damp towel spread over my chest and face. I could smell him, all of him, concentrated. It was oddly erotic, and cold.
Oh no! I could feel myself hardening as the dominance of this action took root. I couldn't even move or else I'd give myself away.
"Tell me what to do faggot" Brad's voice cracked in the silence between us like a whip, his deep baritone whispering.
Through the slim sliver afforded me by the gap between the towel and the bedside, I could make out Brad's boxers right by my face. Brad grabbed them, and pulled them down revealing a manhood fit for a pornstar. Even though his length was soft, he was easily well above many guys hard. His veiny paw gripped his girth while his other reached for the two massive globes dangling beneath.
I heard him snicker as he began tugging, his genitals filling and expanding quickly past my own meager size. Brad's breathing became a ragged procession of quick inhales and exhales, grunts and moans. His one-eyed monster drooled a thick torrent of clear, shiny fluid from it's full form, slowly spreading across the side of my bed.
I dared not breathe as I locked eye with it. His dick was ridiculously huge. I could smell his semen, the heavy aroma of his essence all I could smell between him and his towel covering my face.
Suddenly, he paused, holding his full erection with one of his massive hands, the two remaining thirds of his length left outside of his grip, angry and demanding. He shuffled his feet slightly before... Snap! A sharp shot of pain flooded the tip of my own erection as if I'd just been flicked.
"Ouch!" My hand shot to my mouth, pushing Brad's towel past my lips, his smell and sweat touching my tongue.
Brad's other hand held mine over his towel on my face, pushing my head into my pillow.
"If you like this kind of shit, I can fucking wreck you every night. All you have to do is lie there and take it faggot." ... uhhhh!!!
The smell, the taste, and the dominance were too much and I could feel the intensity overflow immediately, bursting through my lower core and radiating through my frame. I convulsed against Brad's hand, feeling his low evil laugh as he registered the fact that he'd just brought me to orgasm... by simply talking to me. I could feel the warmth in my underwear beginning to cover the bottom of my shirt as my soul left my body.
"My turn faggot" Brad whispered, jolting me back to reality. I shuddered but otherwise couldn't move from humiliation.
I started to move my hand and the towel but Brad's voice stopped me.
"Na-uh faggot, don't move. You're gonna be my cum rag tonight." I felt myself harden again in an instant. I could also hear Brad's pace ramp up again as his words egged both of us on.
"Is this your girlfriend?" Brad asked, likely glancing at the picture of me and Ellie (indeed my girlfriend), perched on my side table.
I moved my hand away so I could speak and, even to my ears it sounded demure and pathetic, "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Brad sneered.
"Yes, sir." I answered again.
Brad's hand came down hard on my head again, angling my towel-covered face toward him.
"Open your mouth and speak into the microphone faggot!" I obeyed and instantly a probing mass pushed against the towel, forcing it roughly against my nose, searching.
Suddenly, the towel-covered mass filled my mouth. Brad's masculine smell and taste returned with a vengeance, heavily potent now. Holy fuck! Brad's fucking his towel into my mouth!
"Say it again faggot!" Brad growled, a bit louder.
"Yes sir!" I managed to squeak out in between what little space remained between his towel-covered cockhead and my cheeks.
Brad chuckled again, a drizzle of his essence flowing through the thin material onto my tongue. I could feel myself getting close again.
Brad's hand held me there, his dick practically in my mouth, "Maybe after I've broken you in I'll give her a ride in front of you too. You can suck me off after I fuck her brains out."
More of Brad's semen flooded my mouth as his words brought him to a peak. His grip on my head tightened immensely and it felt like he was squeezing my skull. His dick invaded my mouth another couple inches, shoving the towel to the entrance of my throat. I fought gagging.
"You'll need to work on that if you wanna really suck my dick faggot." Brad growled as he approached his monstrous climax.
Brad yanked the towel away and grabbed my face quickly before shoving his naked hog past my lips a good few inches.
"My own live-in faggot! Don't swallow or drop ANY of my nut, I'm gonna cum!" He pulled me to a sitting position, a good two inches of his immense penis filling my cheeks.
He continue jerking off and I could see in the moonlight, his two enormous balls rise higher in his sack as he moaned with a dominant roar.
His huge dick jumped in my mouth and I sucked slightly to grapple it and keep it from escaping. He moaned as his muscles contracted over me, and then we both came.
Brad's cum was plentiful and unending. It seemed to pour out of him in the most masculine display of dominance I'd ever witnessed, filling my mouth quickly with two pumps, but it kept going. My cheeks expanded with each of his pumps following another deep moan and sigh as he released his seed into my face. My tongue was submerged in his heavy flavor as he continued to ejaculate into me. A trickle escaped my engorged cheeks, fluid leaking from my lips with a squelched sound.
He looked down at me with a deep sigh, heaving as a light sheen of sweat coated him in the moonlight from exertion. I could feel my own meagre load being spent, again in my underwear beneath the two of us, unheeded and unimportant.
Brad smirked down at me, his enormous tip still drooling cum into my mouth. He pulled himself from between my lips, a sticky tendril of his essence connecting my mouth to his impressive manhood. Grabbing his shaft Brad proceeded to wipe himself against my eyes, nose, and cheeks possessively, the line of cum now splattered across my skin with streaks of my own saliva.
"Open your mouth and show me my nut." Brad said in a quiet but forceful tone.
The aroma of his seed rushed out, heated from my mouth.
Brad gripped my hair and I moaned against him, staring up at him with an agitated look as I struggled to not spill his load.
Brad chuckled, "Good, now swirl your tongue around. Show me how much you enjoy tasting my cum." I obliged him, my tongue swimming through the ocean of sperm and semen Brad had filled me with.
He let go, stepping back and folding his defined forearms in front of him as his smirk grew cockily.
"Swallow my nut faggot." I obliged again, swallowing- more chugging- several times to clear my mouth of the viciously thick substance, but I smelled like an unwashed teenager's jerk sock.
"Thank me for feeding you the best protein you've ever had." Brad flexed, his muscles bulging as he stepped closer, his erection once more, an inch from my face, though with a slight sag from its own weight now.
I stared up at him like a deer caught in headlights, "Thank-" I started but Brad held a hand up to stop me, before pointing down at his turgid member before my mouth.
I grabbed his length and his devilish smile widened as I brought it mere millimeters from my lips, "Thank you for the best protein I've ever had Brad."
Brad quirked an eyebrow, "What protein was that?"
Brad was really trying to draw out as much humiliation as possible, "Your cum sir."
"Do you like my cum faggot?" Brad asked with an evil and knowing faux-curiosity. As if to emphasize this he flexed his member that I was still holding before me like a microphone. Another huge drop of his essence came to the tip of his semi.
"Yes Brad." I sighed, just wanting the world to swallow me whole.
"Do you like swallowing things from my dick faggot?" Brad asked with the same condescending tone that implied willful ignorance.
I answered without thinking just to get it over with, "Yes Brad, I like swallowing things from your dick".
"That's good because I really need to piss, now." Brad surprised me, grabbing my head and pulling my mouth over his member again.
"Make sure you make a tight seal. We don't want Mommy finding out you pissed the bed at your age, do we?" Brad laughed darkly as he said this.
My brain couldn't comprehend or process what was happening right now as Brad flexed his dick again between my lips.
"Okay faggot, just open your throat and hold on for dear life."
