Before I started fucking Alexandre during recess, he had to find other alternatives to relieve himself when he got too excited seeing the soccer team play. He’d usually either rub himself on the ground, but when he was feeling particularly horny, he’s play with his ass and grind his whole body against a tree—usually one of the large mango trees on the back of the school, away from any attention.
His technique was unique, but simple: simply support his whole length against the tree trunk, and then start rubbing up and down against it with his powerful legs providing the impulse. The friction, he said, was amazing, and the unevenness of the trees only made it more delightful. The orgasms he achieved this way were indeed quite a sight—his cock would go up and down the tree, hitting the branches and leaves and making them shake. Birds flew away, and he picked up pace. When the trees were bearing fruits, many of those would fall, as he continued rubbing against the tree—if not, then it would be only some small branches that’d get shaken and knocked down.
That’s usually when his hands reached his but, and then his two of his fingers entered his ass. They explored down there as he picked up speed, and he picked up speed as they explored down there. Soon the cycle reached a limit—Alexandre’s limit—and he came. His balls pumped out his viscous cum, many dozens of liters, and the trees’ leaves retained most of it—just a little flew over them and then rained back down, covering the tree even further. The majority of his seed, however, coated the trunk and then slowly dribbled and dripped back down, making the tree sticky for weeks thereafter.
A few months after that, although we weren’t at high school anymore, I was casually told by a friend that the mango trees in the back of our former school were giving amazingly sweet mangoes—some parents were even asking the school to collect them to sell, so they could buy the mangoes themselves. When I told Alexandre that he laughed and joked that maybe he should change his course from law to agriculture.
During our winter vacations (July) Alexandre invited me to his house for the first time. It was really interesting seeing his large home where the ceiling height was of 4m, and door frames were well above 3m and round at the top. He welcomed me in and alerted me that his older brother had come home to spend his college vacations with family—and I have to say I was a little excited with the prospects of meeting him. Their parents were at work, though.
“But I want to show you something you have asked me about before,” he said, while dragging me around, his whole dick body seeming pretty excited—his head drooled pre and his heavy balls were almost touching the floor, despite his net underwear. I lifted my eyebrow as I suspected that, for some reason, he hadn’t masturbated today yet.
As he walked, I wondered what exactly he was going to show me, since I was interested and had asked him about almost every aspect of his life. We left towards the garden when I saw the figure he mentioned before, though—his brother, relaxing in the hot tub outside, about 3 meters of his semi hard cockish body outside of the water, while another 2 to 2,5 meters and both his balls stayed inside, enjoying the tub’s powerful jets. He hummed in pleasure, precum oozing from his mouth-slit onto the green grass. Their large backyard, now that I paid it some attention, looked in fact pretty green and well nourished.
“Caio! I have visit! Stop drooling everywhere,” chastised Alexandre, kicking his brother in his long tubular torso. Caio lifted the 3m of his semi hard cockbody which were outside the water and moved it towards us, including his immense arms. His length was sufficient that the he could do that without moving his literal butt a single centimeter.
“Ouch, dude! I’m just chilling. By the way, I’m pretty sure this small dude there is used to some oozing if he is really your friend,” said the older brother, then looking at me and in fact bringing me in for a hug. Hugging a tubular, fleshy, meaty human-sized cock is an indescribable feeling, and although I had become used to it thanks to Alexandre my cock still hardened and tried to pierce its way out of my pants—the only thing it did accomplish though, was piercing Caio’s soft cockskin and making itself noted by the hot older brother, “He seems to have no problem with it!” completed Caio, laying again on the floor with his whole length, and opening his mouth so increasing amounts of cockjuice could leave at once.
“How are we supposed to get past you though? I want to take him to the backroom,” asked an obviously pissed and mildly jealous Alexandre, pointing out that his brother’s length and width created a large flesh wall between us and the small construction on the other side of the backyard.
“You can go around the tub, or over me,” responded Caio, matter-of-factly. Alexandre seemed a bit pissed with the reply, but I simply decided to take a step and go over his brother’s large body, which was so immense that when going over it I had to effectively ride it for a while, as both my feet left the ground. “Nice ass,” he complimented me, and then laughed.
Alexandre then followed me, except he used his much larger weight to pressure down on his brother while he crossed over him, making Caio gag with his own precum due to the unexpected weight on himself obstructing the natural flow inside his tubular self.
“Stop teasing my boyfriend,” Alexandre then said, pulling me away, past the regular cold water pool and towards the large construction on the other side of the backyard, leaving his brother behind laughing to himself and wetting the green grass.
We entered the other building and Alexandre closed the door behind us. The space where we entered was in most ways similar to one of those large bathrooms at college or at a club—I suspected the family used it to clean themselves before and after going for a swim. There was at least one noticeable difference, however—a large whole in the wall that Alexandre brough to my attention.
“This is how I relief myself at home,” he said, his slit twisted in a smile. Then—before I could really comprehend what he was saying—he kissed me, his whole slit covering my head. Immediately he started undressing.
“Really?” I asked curiously, all wet with his juice, after we pulled from the warm kiss. He nodded, his huge, immense, missile-shaped cockbody wobbling and sending his juice everywhere.
I then moved towards the hole, wanting to explore it. It seemed large—probably large enough even for Alexandre’s body, but I couldn’t see how Caio’s larger erection could fit in there, even in its semihard state. As I bowed down to lean into the pleasure hole, I felt Alexandre huge cockhead hit my butt and I fell forward—effectively inside his masturbation space.
“It’s huge,” I say, feeling the soft plastic covering of the space, “But… does your brother also use it?” I asked. Alexandre’s face—which looked towards the hole’s entry and basically covered it completely—seemed not at all amused by the question, but still replied shortly.
“It’s adjustable. We all like it tight, though,” and I nod, then taking his powerful hands which help me get out of the space and up again. “So… I was wondering if you… want to see me do it?” he said, now a bit more excited, his balls certainly looking as full as ever.
I can’t even trust my mouth to convey my excitement over his proposition, so I just jump over his balls, hold both his ass cheeks and kiss his immense fleshy chest.
“More than see it, I want to join,” I say, and his slit smiles at me, his juices raining down on me like a waterfall.
“I hoped you’d say that,” he says, and then starts helping me undress with his powerful hands, while his cockbody towered over me.
When he sees I’m naked, I get down from his large balls and he turns towards the giant hole in the wall. Alexandre then lowers his head and bows down to it, until his immense red head is parallel to the floor. This movement makes his mouth and eyes stare directly at the gates of pleasure, but it also opens the doors of his asshole to my own view. Alexandre then puts his two arms straight on the side of his fleshy body and pushes his head in, and then his torso, moaning frantically. When he is completely inside the pleasure hole, only his legs, ass and balls still visible to me, he says, between pleasurable moans:
“Oh, hmm, Hugo, please fuck me!” he asks, from the depths of his lustful prison, his voice seemingly drowned by the vast amounts of liquid coming out of him.
And of course, I do as I’m told. My 21cms are already hard, pointing up towards the sky, so I hold my manliness down, parallel to the ground, and search for Alexandre’s beautiful ass between his twin muscular butt cheeks with my other hand. I start then teasing him, and as I do it he uses his legs to hammer his whole body in and out of the immense pleasure cave where he is laying. As he picks up pace, I point my organiz spear towards his ass and one of his fast pulls engulfs me almost completely. He screams in pleasure, and I moan in delight.
His powerful legs are moving his own body half way in and then half way out the large purpose-built case where Alexandre is moaning in pleasure—these movements also force my cock in and out of his ass, and soon I’m also pounding him as I follow his flow. We are both sweaty, his large balls adding to the heat that my body is feeling. I love it all: being inside him, seeing him fuck a damn house with his whole body, having him moan when I enter him and having his butt cheeks in my hands as I plow his intestines.
Soon he comes, violently—I know because his balls tremble and then, when it happens, his ass becomes tighter and also frenetic. His orgasm lasts more than a minute, and it makes me wonder about the drainage system that they have in that little fuck cave of theirs. Even as my boyfriend comes, however, I am still pounding him, until I myself grunt and hug his rear, shooting deep inside him. Finally, I fall exhausted on top of his bowing cock body, which he is slowly removing from the immense wall fleshlight of his.
At that very moment someone opens the door: it is a completely naked Caio, his semihardened body looking so huge that he has to bow down to enter the space—and even then his head almost gets so far as to touch me in this action. His heavy balls, in their immensity, are being dragged on the floor. He still oozes precum from his mouth, and I feel like I want to taste it.
“Who is there?” asks a suspicious Alexandre, with his head still inside the cave.
“It’s your beloved brother,” said Caio, “I was just waiting for you two to cum before I called you guys for some food I just made.”
Still having my softening cock inside his ass, Alexandre seems to ponder how to reply before he sighs.
“Thanks bro, what did you make?” and I pull myself out of his ass, now revealing my whole self to my boyfriend’s larger, older brother. Alexander moans as his sphincter is now not at pressure anymore.
“You know, hot dogs, the usual. There’s also bread, butter, fruits, cake, that sort of things,” responds Caio, then taking a step back before leaving a final comment, “Nice cock your boyfriend has, bro,” and then he steps outside, his even increasingly elongated and wide cockbody basically scraping on the door on his way out.
Soon Alexandre is out of the cave, and his huge, hot and completely soaked slit is kissing me. I feel the taste of his cum, and I drink some of it from his slit as I am also showered by it.
“Don’t mind him,” he says. I shrug.
“I don’t,” I reply, and Alexandre smiles, before kissing my whole body with his mouth, basically coating me with his juices.
“Okay, now he’ll know who you belong to. Let’s go,” he says, as he holds my hand and pulls me outside and towards the large table his brother had set in the garden, his softening shaft-like cocktorso bouncing around in a self-satisfied happiness with each of his steps.
Caio was already sitting at the table, his balls comfortably placed under it, sucking inside his immense slit enormous amounts of food, which he could do as easily as Alexandre since neither of them had to actually chew anything they ate. Alexandre then sat in front of his brother, put his balls also under the table, and starts eating. I sit between them and pick up some bread and coffee.
“I’m sorry if we are tainting all the food,” says Alexandre, noticing his and his brother’s juices were getting everywhere on the table.
“It’s okay,” I reply, eating some bread.
“I’m sure he likes it,” comments Caio, making me blush. His size was dominating, his large torso was so powerful and so round that I could hardly take my eyes off of it, “Ouch! Okay!” he said, after my boyfriend kicked him in his impressive nuts though.
“Apologize now,” Alexandre said, looking serious. Caio seemed amused, but then noticing his younger brother’s seriousness, he caved.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, hmmm, Mr. Boyfriend,” said Caio, looking towards me, “I am just teasing my brother, okay? I actually think you guys look great together,” he completes and I smile like an idiot.
The brothers then started talking about their life. Alexandre asked Caio about university, and he described how difficult it was to be the only one with their kind of body in the whole student body of engineering, but that it did bring him some attention.
“At least my roommates are also tubies like us, although not quite as large as myself,” he boasts and laughs, proceeding to then ask his brother about school.
Alexandre tells him about how school had been going, how he likes it there and the friends he has made—including myself. He also points out we’ve been very willing—to say the least—to adjust for him and account for his needs, and that he had done the same for us. I agreed and completed that everyone in class liked Alexandre—although I was quite a biased source, of course.
While the brothers talked, however, I noticed they became more and more physical with each other. It is not surprising, if you think about it, since their large frames gave them more than enough capability to reach it other over the table and made it almost inevitable that they rubbed against each other while reaching for food—but by now they were laughing as their immense cock bodies sometimes bounced on each other as they ate and talked.
And then I saw something which really surprised me: trying to be edgy, a semihardening Caio laughed and twisted his lenght around his brother’s thick cockbody, almost like a snake would. Alexandre then laughed and tried to get away from him, but his brother was just too strong. They both ended up standing up and their bodies twisted up in the air, like two anacondas trying to suffocate each other, 3 soft and then 4 hardening meters against 4 soft and then 5 hardening meters of man meat first struggling like snakes, and then fighting as swords, over the table.
Soon they had moved aside from the table, and their hands and arms joined their bodies in the struggle between brothers—soon not only were they fighting, but rubbing against each other as well. They fell to the ground, Caio on top of Alexandre, the elder covering the youngest with his bigger, wider, and overall more majestic and more developed cock-like frame.
“It’s a brother eat brother world,” he said, chugging growing amounts of pre through his mouth as his brother struggled under him, “and the oldest is king. Long live the oldest!.”
Alexandre laughed and struggled, but he was hard and I could see he enjoyed being dominated, to a degree. At this very moment, however, Caio stopped robbing against my boyfriend and called out to me.
“Will you not defend your beloved boyfriend?” asked the elder sibling.
“I…. no, I’m fine,” I said, despite my brain telling me to jump at his call.
Alexandre then struggled more.
“Leave him alone,” he said, and Caio only rubbed his whole lengthy body more and more against his brother, making him so hard he had trouble moving.
“Come, come, Xande, so you can move again,” he teased. And then, after gathering some corage, uninvited, I stood up and moved in between the brothers, literally bringing them apart from one another.
“That’s fine, can’t we just finish our meal?” I asked, immediately before being pulled in by a strong arm—Caio’s. I fell on top of my boyfriend’s tubular body, just between his and his brother’s mass.
“Yes, in a second,” said the older sibling, then lowering his whole weight on me and humping his cock, rubbing it on top of my whole body several times, forcing me in a huge cock sandwich. I admit I came more than once, and I also hugged Caio’s large frame, which made him laugh and start using my whole body as a hole to pleasure himself.
Caio, who was obviously into the whole control thing, came first—well, third after me and then me again—and as soon as he showered us on his cum, he stood up and went for a swim in the cold pool. The water, of course, washed and mixed with his leftover fluids, and also served to help the older brother’s cockbody to soften and return to a more contained, bouncy state.
My boyfriend, however, was still on the ground, struggling with his desires, now left with a big pair of blue balls by his brother, chugging out large amounts of pre but yet uncapable of coming once more. And he moaned desperately, asking me for release, while he tried to rub and grind against the soft grass bellow him to get some desperate relief.
Unprepared, not knowing how to please this much cock, this much man, I moved towards his softer, more sensitive head. As I had come thrice in a matter of an hour, I couldn’t get myself hard again, so I started fingering his slit, and then inserted all my arm in his large mouth. He moaned, he panted, he loved it. Caio, now looking from the pool, incentivized me:
“That’s it, go deeper! He’s going to love that. Theres no tubeman who doesn’t like having his tube getting filled,” he informed, and I followed his wise instructions, burying my whole arm inside my boyfriend, and then going further, including my head. When I got some footing in the ground, I pushed on and soon I was in all the way to my waist, and then the hips—and then my feet were off the ground and it was Alexandre’s muscles that were gently sliding me in, as if I were being swallowed.
He screamed, he moaned, he grunted in pleasure, as my whole body entered his slit, traveled down its immense depth, all the way to his throat. I was also loving it: the warmth, the wetness, the pressure of his flesh against mine—constant pleasure. And then I head fast steps, something held my feet, and I was pulled out of Alexandre’s cockbody almost completely, before being shoved in again. That happened maybe half a dozen times before Alexandre released, covering me and his brother (who had been the one shoving me in and out) in this action.
As Alexandre stood there in the ground, still shooting immense amounts of cum on us, Caio moved his face to kiss his brother and as such consume most of his ejaculation. His slit was big, wide—so much so that when he stretched himself to the limit, squeaking as he tried, he managed to engulf my bourfriend’s immense head into his own. When the explosion became a drizzle, he finally parted from Alexandre. Instead, he took me in the arms and threw me in the pool where I finally recovered my reason thanks to the temperature shock.
When I came out of the water Caio was once again rubbing his whole body against his brother and moaning.
“Come, do that again,” he told me, “But this time be careful not to get too deep inside him. Remember, these are our cocks, but they are also our mouths, and accidents can happen,” he said, mysteriously. His brother, panting in pleasure, kicked him in the balls again.
“Stop scaring him! We aren’t monsters!” Alexandre said.
“True, that,” Caio replied, his purple mushroom head rubbing against his brother’s, “But we aren’t normal either.”
“Fuck normal,” I thought to myself, as I dragged myself out of the pool.