“You don’t have to,” Quinten told him. “I can take care of myself.”
“You could,” Brian agreed, “but you’ve done enough work tonight. So let me help you. It’s okay, I want to,” he implored, honest in his plea.
Quinten hesitated and made an aborted move to tear himself away. Thinking better of it, he nodded once, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He helped Brian lower his pants and underwear down to his ankles, leaving him in just a sweater and his face the color of a tomato.
Brian ignored his embarrassment and gazed at his cock. It was much smaller than his own, a solid five inches long by his best guess and skinny, the tip blunt and a little wider than the shaft. It was pale and pink and hung to the left, the base visible thanks to Quinten’s grooming habits. His scrotum was virtually hairless as well and equally small, the balls within pulled up tight as though trying to disappear from his gaze. Precum leaked copiously from the slit, milky white instead of clear. Brian licked his lips, curious of the taste and if it tasted as good as Quinten thought his did. One look into his brother’s guarded face forced him to refrain from putting his mouth anywhere near it. Quinten looked nervous enough as it was, the last thing he wanted was to scare him away.
“Would you like to lie down?” Brian asked.
“S-sure.”
Brian scooted back and swept his clothes to the floor before they got soiled, then playfully patted the spot beside him with a wink. It was silly but it made Quinten laugh and move with more confidence as he climbed up and lay on his back, his eyes squinting at the bright overhead lights. Brian admired him in his half-nakedness. Quin had always been rather slight and physically unimposing, even when angry and glaring with all his might; which, admittedly, was often. Combine that with his haughty attitude and he’d become an easy target for bullying the moment he entered middle school. He’d grown a lot, but to Brian, he would always be a snotty brat with knobby knees.
Hiding a grin, Brian ran a warm hand over Quinten’s splayed thigh, a part of him fascinated at watching goose-pimples follow in his wake. He stopped just before reaching his groin, his fingertips resting at the supple junction where his right leg connected with his hip. He had an itching urge to sink his teeth into it, curious of Quinten’s reaction to his suddenly treating him like a chew toy. Would he shove him off or turn into putty? Would he yell or moan like an animal in heat? Would he want it harder, until Brian drew blood? Or do nothing, and wait…
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Quinten asked, oblivious to his intrinsic thoughts but glancing at him from his periphery like he actually could hear him debating whether he should bite him or not.
Brian opted not to verbally answer and merely cupped his cute little balls; he’d sate his curiosity another time. As his sibling squirmed at the feel of his cool fingers, Brian repositioned himself so that he could ease his other hand around his shaft and start stroking it from root to tip, the journey short and sweet. Having zero experience with another man’s penis, Brian hoped he wasn’t about to let his brother down. Luckily, Quinten quelled his fears by tilting his hips in his direction and began moaning in earnest, one hand going to Brian’s bicep while the other clutched at the sheets.
“Mm… yes… oh…”
Brian tipped his head, watching intently as he picked up the pace. He was amazed. Truly. Despite being small, Quinten’s dick was super hard and scorching hot. How had he managed to ignore it the entire time he sucked Brian dry? Why did he ignore it? If Brian hadn’t acknowledged it, would he have gone on pretending it didn’t exist? Why? Because of the shame? What shame? He didn’t get any of it. If they were going to keep up these practices Brian would have to teach him to care about his own release. Whatever hangups he had, they would work through them.
In the meantime, he took delight in the way Quinten squirmed and panted, his hips rocking wantonly into Brian’s grip as he crooked his thumb over the sensitive cockhead to catch his precum and tease the glans. His facial expression, open and free with pleasure, was stirring something inside Brian as he watched. He couldn’t decide if it was love, affection, or simply lust (maybe all three), but what he did know was that he was painfully hard again, his cock drooling a thick string of cum onto his leg. Biting the inside of his cheek for a distraction, Brian ignored the need to get himself off and continued playing with Quinten’s balls, gently massaging them in opposition of the flurry of jerks he was performing on the shaft.
“Ah-h, Brian,” Quin simpered, his back arching and neck outstretched as he chased the high of an impending orgasm, “please, B-Brian-”
“Yeah,” Brian intoned, his ears burning with the wet slapping of his hand, “I know, baby.”
Quinten dug his nails into Brian’s arm, his nostrils flaring as he tried composing himself to no avail. His eyes fluttered open, and though they were unfocused, he managed to stare right at him with his pretty dark green eyes. Unable to look away Brian quickly found himself lost in their depths – and was utterly shocked when Quinten snatched a handful of his hair and yanked him down to his level.
Their lips met in a crash and a gasp from Brian, which meld into a quiet moan as Quinten licked hungrily inside of his mouth, his head twisting this way and that to reach deeply. Brian matched his enthusiasm, his brain completely shutting off when he got his wish of tasting the traces of his spent cum. While his initial impression was that it was bitter and texturally disconcerting, the fact that he was sucking it off his brother’s talented tongue made it one of the best things he’d ever experienced.
When they parted to breathe, Brian rested their foreheads together, the sliding of his fist along his brother’s girth languid now. He could almost feel his braincells trying to drum up some friction to formulate a response, but Quinten didn’t let that happen, as if he knew Brian would complain, or worse. Holding eye contact, Quinten let go of Brian’s arm and reached for his lap to grab his cock, causing Brian to tighten his own grip on reflex. Instead of stroking it, the teen caressed his thumb around the tapered head, then snapping the string of cum dangling from it, rubbed his thumb directly against the slit. Brian blissfully sighed, his head tilting to recapture his brother’s swollen lips.
To his annoyance, Quinten only allowed a whisper of contact before leaning away. Brian floundered as his brother continued pulling away and rolled over onto his side, his back now facing him. Brian immediately assumed he was being given the cold shoulder, for what he had zero clue, but then Quinten widened his legs and glanced over his shoulder at him, eyes suddenly coquettish.
“Stick it in,” he whispered.
Brian, alarmed, froze. Stick it in? Stick it in?! “I, uh- I’m not r-ready for- Quin, a-are you sure?” He eyes went to his brother’s ass, the two pale globes spread perfectly apart so that he had a decent view of the underside of his ballsack and the hairy tight rim of his anus. The poor thing was seriously so tiny and innocent looking, there was no way Brian, in all his good consciousness, would stick his massive cock inside it without a modicum of preparation. Not to mention, he drew a hard line at fucking his little brother!
Quinten peered back at him, puzzled, before rolling his eyes so hard it looked like he pulled a muscle. “Are you an idiot? I meant put it between my legs, not inside me!”
Brian snapped his mouth shut. He was indeed an idiot. A colossal one. Big dick, small brain. That was him all right. Not wanting to ruin the evening any further, Brian laid down behind him without another word and angled his cock between his brother’s thighs before snuggly pressing their hips together. Quinten let his leg down and trapped Brian in place, who instantly liked this position. He’d never done this with any of his past girlfriends, content with oral and vaginal sex, and while the pillowy clutch of a woman’s pussy couldn’t be beat, the fleshy clench of his brother’s thighs was almost second to none.
Quinten started moving his hips back and forth, his (totally fair) grumbles replaced with breathy moans as his brother’s thick cock wet his skin and rubbed up against his balls. Brian ran his palm over Quinten’s topmost asscheek as he mimicked his sibling, the pace leisurely until they could find a good rhythm. He experimentally squeezed the flesh, procuring a deeper groan from his brother, and when he peeked over his shoulder, he found his face to be relaxed, his lips parted and his eyelashes fluttering over his pale cheeks. Smiling, Brian kissed his jaw, and before he could pull away, Quinten turned his head and sought out his lips, which Brian freely gave, once again content to be tangling their tongues together.
As the kiss deepened, Brian roved his hand up and over Quinten’s slender hip then to his thigh and groin, his fingers spread to touch all that he could. Quinten groaned into his mouth, and when Brian eased his fingers back around his neglected cock, he outright whimpered. Wanting more of that sound, Brian resumed jerking him off, and in turn, their peaceful grinding turned into frantic humping, the slapping of their skin loud and echoing.
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