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Subject: Our Bro Thing – Part Five OUR BRO THING – PART FIVE This bro thing has taken over my life. It was easier when it was just a game we played on weekends. It was definitely no big deal then. It was just little bro riding on his bro bump in the back seat of the car. I can’t decide yet if it was a mistake to rip his pyjamas down, giving into that need to cum on his back. Would it have stayed innocent, if we’d kept it a clothes-on-only game? I won’t fuck him in the ass, but little bro and I will do pretty much everything, now that it’s every night, not just the weekend anymore. The first few days, I always humped him in the same position. It always felt good when I was alive with need, the moment he’d sneak into my room and get up on the bed, on hands and knees, waiting for me to pull his pyjamas down. There were no words between us anymore. I’d slip from the covers, enjoying a brief moment of just pressing my aching erection against his bottom. I’d run my fingers up and down his ribs, enjoy his soft moans of delight. I’d stir with possessive need, forming fists against his pyjama bottoms, knowing there was nothing in the way anymore to what I wanted… His smooth ass. Even in the dark of the room, I shivered with ecstasy as I saw his shadowed naked butt revealed, as I tugged his bottoms down. Sometimes I touched him there, running my fingers against the skin, my smooth bro still sporting his little bro ass. All of it mine. At that point I couldn’t get out of my boxers fast enough. The urge to press my cock into that smooth crack rushed through me. I groaned with the need. In the span of a few intense heartbeats, I was naked too, on my knees, inching them up against my little bro, our thighs flush together, his butt crack spread perfectly for my dick, istanbul travesti big bro plugged into little bro like an electric socket. I didn’t need to get my dick inside his hole. The moment I pressed my cock into that butt crack, with no clothing between us, I felt electrified with a sense of perfect completion. All the times he’d sat in my lap in the car, all the times we tested the waters with our Saturday games, all that foreplay was just to get here. I felt it, in the pleasure that stirred in my balls, as I’d start rubbing and up down that crack I was fit perfectly within. In that pleasure, I felt so perfectly free, nothing in the way of what I really wanted to do to little bro, here in my dark room where no one would see us, where no one knew this secret but the two of us. I lasted longer, now that we were doing it every night. But I always rose steadily to climax, rubbing and rubbing in a hypnotic rhythm…where time seemed to fade. It was just my cock and the smooth perfection of little bro’s crack, fit so snug around my dick. Up and down the deep furrow, up and down, up and down, pleasure stirring gradually, more and more with each thrust, our breath quickening, as my thrusting quickened too; my groans deepening, as spikes of pleasure rose higher and higher. Soon, my cum erupted. Now that little bro and I had nothing between us, I always had the most intense orgasms. I’d thrust my way past the point of no return. I’d start to squirt on his back, felt the powerful blasts spraying over him. The pleasure would intensify then. I’d moan at this point, louder than I should have…I’d push his hips so hard into mine then, trying to cling to that sensation, and my balls would blast several more forceful shots. I don’t know how I even made so much kadıköy travesti cum. Even doing it every night, I always had so many squirts to unleash on his small back. We changed positions, as one week of doing it turned into two, then three. Sometimes I’d get him to squat down, and I’d slide my hips under his, humping until I showered his back. Sometimes I got him to lie on his stomach, and I’d lie on top, squeezing his butt cheeks together around my dick as I humped with abandon. Those times, when I came, I felt it spray against my chin, as the shots rushed past our adjacent shoulders. Other times, I made him lie on his back, legs in the air, and I’d hump him front-ways, squirting my cum all over his cock, all over his abs and chest. I’m sure lots of cum went in his mouth too, but he never complained. At this point we weren’t even using our game to explain anything. I’d just give him directions. When I made him lie on his belly, as I’d press his buns together around my cock, I’d groan, “Squeeze them as I push up.” When we did it again, before I could give him the command, he would say, “You push up, I’ll squeeze hard.” And he did it perfectly, obeying me like a sex doll, squeezing those little bro buns so hard when I came, I still felt orgasm tingling even after I’d erupted thirteen fierce shots. Winter passed and we all were stuck in the house, cold with nothing to do, but little bro and I never got bored, because every night we would do our bro thing. We finally started to talk, but this time, it was more direct. “Can we do the one on my back?” little bro would ask me, when I’d get behind him and pull his pyjamas down. “Yeah,” I’d say, and see in the dark him turn quickly, lifting his legs so I could mount him. “I like this one,” he’d say bakırköy travesti soon, as I was groaning and felt my climax approaching. “You don’t mind the mess on your dick?” I’d say. “I love it, bro,” he’d reply, right as I was climaxing, and those words of acceptance sent me over hard, made me blast with such sweet pleasure I must have covered his face with cum. I could hear his lips smacking after that. “Sorry, bro, I can’t aim that well…” I heard him swallow. “I like the taste.” “Really?” I squeezed his legs, pressed his knee up against my face, closing my eyes as I caressed it with my cheek. Even though this had been going on now for months, I still wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not. “I eat it all…every time when I go.” I looked at him, wishing I could see his face in the dark. “You eat it?” “It tastes good. Am I weird?” At this point I no longer knew where the line was, where we crossed from being bros with a bro thing, to being outright gay lovers with no shame at all. There was certainly a shameful thought forming in my mind now, even though I was empty. Little bro sucking my dick, sucking it like a little slut… “Can I…” Why couldn’t I say the words? “I mean…if it went right in your mouth sometimes, would that be fine?” “I’d drink it all,” he said. That night, he left, as he always did, returning so we could pretend for another day we were just normal bros. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted to do to him. This bro thing, whatever the fuck it was…it was doing more than taking over my life. I think I was falling in love, though whatever kind of love this was, I had no way of understanding it than to let it take over more and more. ***INFO*** Want more by Master Dominic? Visit: ess Please show your support by donating to Nifty to help keep these stories alive! Copyright (c) 2021, Master Dominic. All rights reserved. DISCLAIMER: All details of all characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.