series: Tales of the Alpha Jocks

Beta Logan and his big brother

By Eric Aaldersen  Email
1 part
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Author's Note

So this is the first instalment in this series that I’ve written from a beta’s perspective. When I started it off I though to myself that each chapter would be written from the point of view of an alpha, but recently I got to thinking that the world could get richer if I changed that up now and again. Let me know what you think.

Part 1

Lounging in his bedroom, Logan Loughreed pulled a paperback book out from between his mattress and box spring, flopped back onto his bed, found his place, and started reading. At fifteen years old, Logan was five-foot-six and about 120 pounds of doughy bookworm material. But he was damn cute. His round, dark-rimmed eye-glasses, thick, spiky brown hair, and button nose made him look kind of Harry Potter-ish as he lounged there in his sweatpants and an old Pokémon t-shirt. Brian started reading his book, grateful for the thousandth time that he had his own room. He didn’t even care that his older brother Brian got the bigger room across the hall. After all, Brian was, well, bigger.

Logan sank into his book and started reading.

I take a chance and look at Otter. I don’t see horror or pity like I’d feared. Np. What i see is a fierce pride, a wild-eyed look that takes my breath away. He moves quickly and picks me up, and before I can protest he’s carrying me down the hall to my room. I have time to think how strange it is that I it so perfectly right where I am. He sets me gently down on my bed and steps back and take s off his jacket and flings it to the ground an pounces on top of me. He mouth smothers me, and I open my eyes, and all I can see is him and me, and we are all that’s left in the world. His hunger spills over and I press back, opening his mouth with my tongue and groaning lightly. I’m tired of waiting and wondering, so I reach for the bottom of his shirt and pull it above his head. He struggles to take it off, and we both hear it rip, but we don’t stop, we don’t care, we just keep pushing on. My shirt is gone, vanished as if by magic. He lies down on top of me and attacks my mouth again, and I smell burning because wires are shorting out in my brain again. His skin is warm against mine, and then it’s hot, and then it’s blazing. I gash as he lowers his head from my mouth and drags his tongue down my chest and flicks it wickedly against my nipples. I rock my head back, gripping the edges of the blanket.

Then he performs another trick, and suddenly my pants are gone and any clothing that was underneath them is gone. I fumble for his belt buckle, and I hear someone whispering, “I need you, I need you,” and I don’t know which one of us it is, but it doesn’t matter. His pants slide off, and his cock springs free, and before I can do anything, he stretches his entire body against me. I think the friction will be enough to make me crazy. There are so many things I want to do, but I don’t know how. I reach for him, but he grabs my arms and holds them over my head and says,

“No, Bear, no. Now is for you. This is only about you,” and I nod and his mouth lowers again, past my chest, and my hands go to his hair as he kisses me stomach, my side, my hip bone.

Then my dick is in his mouth, and it feels like this? Oh God, how could I not know it could ever feel like this? I babble incoherent nothings and push myself further down his throat.

Damn, Logan though, feeling some blood rush to his loins. This is a good one. Totally worth that smirk from the checkout lady at the bookstore.

Nobody knew Logan was gay. Well, almost no body. He told his best friend Alison Fung earlier this year. He’d never forget her response…

“Yeah… And?”

Logan supposed there wasn’t really a reason the news should come as a surprise. He wasn’t exactly a towering pillar of stereotypical masculinity. Speaking of which…

Knock-knock!

“Hey, Logan! You there?” Logan’s brother Brian called from outside the door. Logan stashed his book, covered his crotch with a pillow, and said,

“Yeah. C’mon in.”

The door opened and Brian entered carrying a stack of folded t-shirts in his one hand. But it looked like he’d forgotten to put one on. He sauntered into Brian’s room wearing just a pair of basketball shorts that didn’t even have the drawstring done up. For a while now Logan had thought that his big brother was good looking, but over the past year or so Brian had gone from good looking to super hunk! Brian, gym rat that he was, no doubt knew his own measurements down to the ounce and millimetre but Logan reckoned that his brother must be almost six feet tall now and weigh close to 200 pounds of pure muscle, which was about four inches and 50 pounds more than where he was this time last year. These days Brian looked more like Luke, his best friend who was a year older. And Luke was another story—for as long as Logan could remember, Luke had been unbelievably studly.

“You want these t-shirts, bro?” Brian asked, holding the pile up. “None of them fit anymore.”

“Sure. Thanks. Just set them on my dresser.”

“Cool.”

Big bro Brian crossed the room and set the t-shirts down. As he did he caught a glimpse of himself in Logan’s dresser mirror and struck a few poses. These days Brian was always “checkin’ his gains.” And why not. He looked amazing. Logan stared in awe at his older brother’s big shoulders and broad, rocky back that tapered down to a slim waist and the two fabric-covered bowling balls that were his butt.

Brian dropped his pose and turned to his little bro, saying, “Do me a favour?”

“What’s that?”

“When mum and dad get back from dinner, tell them I went running with Luke?” Brian ran one hand over his rocky stomach as he asked.

“Sure. When you’re not here they usually assume you’re with him anyway.”

“Right on,” Brian chuckled.

Looking at his big brother in profile, Logan couldn’t help but notice the outline of Brian’s dick at the crotch of his silky basketball shorts. It looked huge. Apparently his big bro had been makin’ gains just about everywhere these days.

“It might be kinda late by the time we get back, but I’ll be quiet when I come in.”

“Okay. Say ‘hi’ to Luke for me.”

“Will do. Later bro,” said Brian as he left.

Logan looked down beneath the pillow to see his own penis rock hard and twitching in his sweatpants. He sighed and returned to his book.


Logan woke up in the middle of the night, his book splayed open on his chest.

Damn! Logan thought. How late is it?

It was dark. Everyone would’ve been home by now. Or… at least they should have been. Instead of fumbling for his phone—where had he set it down?—Logan thought he’d creep to the kitchen for a glass of water and check the time there. Once in the hallway, Logan looked all the way down it to the door to his parents’ room. Their bedroom was on the other side of the house across a small entry atrium. Their bedroom door was closed. So they were home. Then he looked over and saw that the door to his brother’s room was open a crack. He knew that Brian was probably home, too, but for some reason he stepped over, pushed the door open, and looked inside.

Moonlight and streetlamps streamed through the window of Brian’s room and onto his bed. Logan caught his breath and his eyes went wide. His hunky older brother was sleeping buck naked on top of his covers, facing away from him, his thick, muscular ass and sculpted, hairy legs on full display. Logan just stood there staring, mouth slack, feeling his dick plump inside his fleece sweatpants.

Gawddamn! the thought. Brian is such a hunk now!

Logan stood practically mesmerized as he brought his hand to his crotch and started rubbing himself. Then it got better. Brian rolled over in his sleep to face Logan, revealing that he was hugging a pillow with his big, muscular arms right above a raging boner!

“Holy shit!” Logan breathed, quietly. His big bro was a big stud! His hard cock had to have been well over eight inches long, reaching over the edge of his bed, and at least twice as thick as what Logan was stroking beneath his clothes. Not only that but Brian’s nuts were huge, too. They rolled in his fuzzy sack like two meaty plums. Logan saw a stream of glistening precum leak from the tip of his big brother’s cock and drip onto the floor.

Logan’s breathing got heavier. He could smell his brother’s sexy, masculine scent from where he stood, a spicy mixture of sweat, cum, and… something else.

Not even knowing what he was doing, maybe just wanting to get a better look, Logan stepped into his brother’s room and crept toward Brian’s bed.

Damn, he sure got big! Logan thought. Brian’s arms and legs looked pumped even while he slept. And now that he was a little closer Logan wrinkled his brow, noticing something strange. Brian… had a foreskin.

Brian and Logan had always had their own bedrooms. It had been a while since Logan had actually seen his brother’s dick, years really. Logan would’ve sworn that Brian was circumcised like him, but… he must’ve misremembered. After all, guys don’t regrow foreskin.

Quietly, barely daring to breathe, Logan got down on his knees and nearly face-to-crotch with his brother’s huge, throbbing cock as it continued to drool down onto the carpet. Logan reached out with his finger, caught some of Brian’s lube and sniffed it. The aroma went straight to his head.

Yup, Logan thought. Smells like Brian. I wonder if…

He put his precum soaked finger into his mouth and sucked it off. It was salty and musky. Basically, it tasted like what Logan imagined pure sex would taste like. It made his own cock twitch wildly inside of his sweatpants. But then Logan felt a strange and unfamiliar sensation from the other side of his body. It felt like the cherry of his ass was winking open and closed all on its own as he crouched there on the floor.

Logan read and fantasized about guys with big muscles and big cocks, he lusted over them, blowing his load thinking about being with them. And now here he was, crouched across from a warm, living, breathing embodiment of one of his wet dreams—one that just happened to be in the form of his older brother.

Logan knew that once Brian was asleep he slept like a rock, so he got a little bolder. He reached forward, his little hand trembling with excitement and gently wrapped it around his brother’s cock. Holy shit was it ever hard! And hot! Brian moaned a little and started making tiny thrusting motions with his hips.

Probably dreaming about putting it inside Carly Distephano, Logan thought. His brother was, of course, dating one of the most beautiful girls in their school. Brian never talked about banging Carly, but when asked about it, by his friends or anyone, he would blush and get a glint in his eye that told everything.

As his brother’s body made these tiny movements, the precum really started flowing from his cock. Brian’s big balls rolled in his sac and… were they actually getting bigger!? Logan’s mouth watered. He leaned down. He opened his mouth. He put his tongue underneath the stream of clear, sticky lube that ran from the tip of Brian’s throbbing cock and started lapping it into his mouth like he was drinking from a leaky faucet. He sat there for about a minute just secretly milking lube from his brother’s cock and lapping it up when his mouth and throat actually started to feel a bit tingly and warm.

His tongue got closer and closer to his brother’s cock until he finally worked up the courage and put the tip of it to his lips and started sucking straight from the spigot, his one hand still gently wrapped around the shaft. His mouth enveloped the whole head of Brian’s cock as his hand gently stroked. Brian’s subtle hip thrusts continued, his moaning got a bit more intense, but he gave no indication that he was going to wake up.

Logan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he drank in his hunky big brother’s essence, his own cock quivering, demanding release, his ass twitching like crazy. Then, suddenly, Brian grunted, his cock got super hard, and all of a sudden it started shooting cum!

The first three blasts went into Logan’s mouth before he even knew what was happening. Then he let go of his bro’s cock and it blasted another three shots of thick, rich, white, cum all over his chin, neck, and shirt before he could stand up. Logan quickly crept backwards, out the door, and shut it back to the narrow gap that he’d entered through while watching Brian’s thick dick fire out another half dozen streams of cum, a couple of which flew a few feet across the room!

No wonder Brian’s room smells so funky, Logan thought. If this was a typical night for his older brother, by now his carpet, mattress, and sheets must be soaked through with his spunk!

Logan retreated to his room, closed his door, and turned on his night light. His t-shirt was splattered with cum, right over Pikachu’s face, so he took it off, used it to wipe down his face and neck, then tossed it in the laundry. But then he had a second thought. He rummaged through his drawer, found a ziploc bag, and put the cum stained t-shirt in there after breathing it in deep just one more time.

He fell back onto his bed, his own cock still rock hard. He pulled down his pants and started stroking his own slim six-incher until his hips bucked and a few watery shots of cum squirted onto his lower abs, nothing like the display of sex god virility he’d just seen his brother pull off—in his sleep, no less!

Logan wiped it up with a tissue and curled up onto his bed, feeling his ass start to twitch again as he fell asleep.


The next morning, Logan sat at the kitchen table having breakfast, his parents lounging outside on the deck sipping coffee, when he heard the unmistakable rumble of his big brother bounding down the stairs from his bedroom. Brian walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. He yawned, stretching his beefy arms above his head, showing off his deep, furry pits, as he moved across the room to the refrigerator.

“Morning, dude!” he said as his arms came down, one of them opening the fridge, the other scratching his sparsely furred abs.

“Uh… morning,” Logan returned. His brother always looked so damn sexy! Even first thing in the morning Brian’s skin glowed with health and vitality, his muscles looking extra lean and defined. He wore his boxers so low that Logan could see the start of his pubes in the front. In the back, as Brian leaned over into the fridge, the very top of the crack of his huge bubble butt was exposed. Then there were his legs. Logan swore that just one of Brian’s hairy thighs was bigger around than his waist! They completely filled the legs of his boxer shorts. Then, of course, there was the bulge in front of those boxers. The fly was held closed with a single button and, from this side, Logan could see the flesh of his big brother’s soft, meaty dick inside when he moved just the right way.

Logan furtively watched as his brother prepared his first protein shake of the day.

“Guess you musta been pretty worn out last night,” Brian said, looking over at Logan with a smile.

Logan sputtered his cereal a bit and said, “Uh… what?”

“When I got back from my run you were fast asleep.”

“Oh… uh… Yeah, I guess I was pretty tired.”

Brian scooped a couple portions of protein into a shaker of milk, mixed it up, and chugged it down while standing in the middle of the kitchen. He lowered it with a big “Ahhhh!” slapping his hard abs a few times with his free hand. He smiled over at Logan, glanced out on the deck to see his parents, then sauntered over to the table, taking the seat opposite his little brother. He smiled at Logan then leaned in close, looking his brother square in the eyes, and said,

“Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right, bro?”

Logan’s eyes went wide. His palms started sweating. Oh, no! Did Brian know what he did last night? Was he just pretending to sleep? Was he gonna be angry? Logan swallowed hard, looking into his brother’s big, warm, brown eyes.

“Uh… yeah… sure… Whu… Why do you say that?”

“Well…” Brian got even quieter, glanced out at his parents, then back to Logan. “When I came back from my run, I looked into your room. The door wasn’t closed or anything. And I saw a book lying on top of you as you slept. I was just… curious, you know. I wanted to see what you were reading so… I saw what you were reading.”

“Oh…” Logan said quietly, looking down into his cereal, not sure if he should be relieved or terrified. Then he looked back up at his big brother, at his tented eyebrows, the tender look on his face. There wasn’t any anger in his eyes, only love and concern. Logan knew in that moment that he didn’t have anything to worry about. His body relaxed. Sure, his brother could probably break him in half with two fingers, but he never would. He may not have had many interests in common with him, but Brian had always been on his side. Brian would literally take a bullet for him. Logan knew that his being gay wasn’t likely to change that.

“So…” Brian continued. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

Logan took a deep breath and answered in hushed tone, “Do you… think it means that I’m gay?”

Brian shrugged his big, wide shoulders and said, “Gay?… Bi?… Curious? I don’t know, you tell me. If you want to, I mean.”

“Well…” Logan started. “I guess I’m still figuring things out, but… right now I’m leaning pretty heavily toward thinking… I’m gay. I mean, when I think about sex and stuff I don’t think about girls. I think about… guys.”

“Do mom and dad know?”

“I haven’t told them. I haven’t told anybody, except Alison. And… now you. Whether or not mom and dad know…” Logan shrugged his shoulders.

“Well…” Brian said, smiling. “I won’t say anything. Promise.”

Brian reached across the table, holding out his pinky finger. Logan chuckled. They hadn’t done a pinky swear in years, but… Why not? He locked pinky fingers with his brother, shook them up and down three times and made a circle before letting go. Then Brian reached over and ruffled his little brother’s hair before getting up. He turned around, walking out of the kitchen and back up stairs to take a shower, as he said,

“Just remember, little bro,” he turned back around and looked Logan in the eyes. “Anything.”

Logan nodded, watching his brother go. Then he stared down into the remnants of his breakfast, looking at the specks of corn flakes and milk like they were tea leaves, and though…

Anything… Hummm…


So now his best friend and his big brother knew he was gay. As the days and weeks went by, it actually felt pretty good to know that someone else knew. But what no one else knew, including his hunky older brother apparently, was that Logan had secretly given his brother a blowjob in his room one night. Also, no one apparently knew that he was now sneaking into Brian’s room in the middle of the night once or twice a week to continue doing it!

Logan didn’t really know why he couldn’t stop himself. But he sure as hell knew that he didn’t want to stop himself. He understood that if this went on it was inevitable that his brother would wake up and catch him, it was only a matter of time. And every single time that he did it, he increased the chances of getting caught and never be able to do it again. Brian was pretty cool as straight big brothers go, but if he ever found out what Logan was doing, there were no guarantees that he’d be okay with it. In fact, Logan measured pretty high odds that his burly big bother would wake up and pound the living daylights out of him for it. And yet he couldn’t stop.

It was like an addiction. Being secretly intimate with his big brother, milking his seed from him, seemed to give Logan something that he needed, something his body craved deeply, something that satisfied him like nothing else he’d ever experienced. Brian’s semen tasted like pure masculine strength, virility, power, and sexuality. It warmed Logan for hours afterwards as he slept, making him all tingly and comfortable inside and out as he drifted off to sleep. And the next morning he would feel like a million bucks, full of energy, like he’d sleep deeper than ever.

Sometimes when he looked in on Brian he was sleeping turned toward the wall, sometimes wearing underwear or under a sheet. But most of the time he was either lying on his back or toward the middle of the room, totally naked. And he almost always had a huge, leaking erection while he slept. Very seldom was his meaty prick ever soft, but when it was, all it took was one gentle lick from Logan’s tongue or a slight tug with his hand to get it rock hard and dripping in sixty seconds or less.

Lately whenever he was near his studly big brother, close enough to smell him, and not just when he was secretly blowing him in the middle of the night, but also in the middle of the day, Logan would get that strange sensation in his ass. It would twitch and wink open and closed all on its own as though it was hungry, begging to be filled with his brother’s big, thick penis and fed by his thick, rich semen. Sometimes even just sitting quietly and thinking about his brother or remembering that sexy smell that followed him around like a cloud of pure sex was enough to get his ass twitching.

One night Logan caught his brother’s load on a t-shirt and brought it back to his room. He lapped up some of it and used the rest as lube while he fingered himself. It felt so good inside of him. It made his ass all warm, tingly, and relaxed. Yet once it was inside of him his outer ring shut tight around his fingers as though it wanted to hold his brother’s spunk inside forever and never let it go.

And, it was probably just the coincidence of puberty, but Logan also started seeing changes in his own body around this time. His muscle tone had increased since he’d started drinking his brother’s milk. Actual muscles had started appearing on his abdomen. His chest looked to have some actual shape to it in recent weeks. His limbs were still skinny but… seemingly not as skinny as they once were. Logan never took measurements of his body, that was Brian’s thing, but… maybe he should start.

It went on like that for weeks, Logan secretly sucking a load out of his big brother’s enormous cock and balls in the middle of the night two or three times a week. June rolled around. Brian had just returned from a big long weekend camping trip with Luke and a couple of their friends. Ever since then Brian had been on cloud nine, full of energy, always smiling, and—fuck—he even looked bigger! Logan knew that this camping trip had just been four days in the woods, but when he looked at his older brother upon his return, it seemed like he’d spent a whole month doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and working out.

Logan’s suspicions were confirmed one morning the next week when he passed by the bathroom and heard a loud,

“Yeah! All right!”

The door was open. He peaked inside and saw Brian stepping off the bathroom scale with a big smile on his face. His beefy big brother wore nothing but a pair of grey boxer briefs that looked packed to bursting with his ass and endowment.

“What’s up?” Logan asked.

Brian looked over at him with a big grin on his face and said, “Just broke 200 pounds today, little bro. Check it out!”

Brian brought up his arms and threw a double biceps flex, immediately causing Logan’s cock to spring to a full erection. Logan’s mouth fell open slightly, his eyes widening at the awesome display of strength and masculinity in front of him. And there was that smell again, that intoxicating cloud of manliness that seeped from his brother’s pours. It seemed stronger than ever, too.

“You’re looking at six feet and 204 pounds of pure beef, buddy!” Brian said as he continued flexing for his little brother, showing off his accomplishments. Logan saw the package of Brian’s briefs swell noticeably, the waistband coming away from his lower abs, barely containing his set of equipment. Big bro was obviously pretty excited.

“Whoa…” Logan breathed, his mouth going dry. “Way to go, man. You look… awesome.”

“Thanks bro,” Brian said, letting his pumped arms fall to his sides. “And uh… thanks for the salute.”

Brian smirked and gestured down to Logan’s crotch. Logan looked down to see a pretty obvious tent in his sweatpants. He just blushed and hurried off to his bedroom as Brian laughed and called after him,

“Hey, no worries, bro! I appreciate the compliment! Whack it good, little dude! Ha-ha…”

And of course that’s exactly what Logan did the second he was alone in his room, spraying the biggest load of his young life all over his torso.


About a week after that encounter, in the middle of the night, Logan peeked into his brother’s bedroom once again, looking to help himself to his regular serving of alpha stud milk. Brian lay sprawled on his back, one hand behind his head, the other resting lazily on his torso, his thick, muscular legs spread out beneath him, his meaty scrotum laid on the mattress between them and on top of that his fat dick lounged soft and heavy like a third leg. Brian’s big chest rose and fell rhythmically. He was fast asleep. Just looking at his brother’s naked body, breathing in the musky smells of his room was enough to get Logan’s dick swelling and his ass twitching. He crept inside, knelt at his brother’s bedside, leaned out, and gently ran his tongue all over his brother’s dick and balls.

Brian’s body wriggled slightly. He moaned in his sleep and a small smile spread over his face. It didn’t take much more than that. Within a minute Brian’s cock had inflated to its full size. The head of it emerged slightly from his foreskin and lounged—swollen, heavy, and dripping—in the vicinity of Brian’s navel. The big teenage muscle stud’s balls slowly swelled, too, working up a load. Logan’s balls never did that, at least not that he could see. He admired his brother’s body in its fully aroused state for a second or two before leaning over and gently slurping the head of that cock into his mouth.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he sucked on the huge head of his brother’s cock, drinking in that sticky, musky lube that Brian leaked in such ridiculous quantities. As usual Brian started making small, sleepy thrusts with his hips, the occasional quiet moan escaping his throat on his breath as Logan milked him. As his throat warmed and loosened, Logan could comfortably swallow the whole top half of his brother’s cock. With Brian’s hips making those small thrusts, he didn’t really have to do much moving, he just held himself there while his brother slowly, gently fucked his throat in his sleep.

Logan suckled for a minute or two, feeling his brother’s cock fill with one of his epic loads of seed and then, without warning, he felt a hand on the back of his head. Logan looked up to see his brother looking down at him, eyes open, smiling. Logan froze.

“Don’t worry, little bro,” Brian said, running his fingers through Logan’s hair. “Just keep going, man. Just keep going.”

Looking into his brother’s warm, brown eyes, it was like he suddenly couldn’t look away, like all thought left his head and pure instinct was allowed to take over. Brian held his gaze as he continued sucking, this time without worry of waking him. Brian moaned softly, the thrusting of his hips stronger now, and Logan, for the first time, took his brother’s whole dick down his throat, balls-deep.

“Awwwe… shit…” Brian sighed. “That’s it, bro. Way to go.”

His grip on the back of Logan’s head strengthened, his thrusts deepened and then.

“Ungh!” Brian grunted, grimacing and biting his lower lip to muffle any sound, as his cock pumped seed down his little brother’s throat.

Logan felt his throat go from warm to almost hot as the thick fluid filled him, his eyes still held in his brother’s gaze. It was like the rest of the room, the rest of the world, had totally vanished and all that remained were the two of them and the sensations they shared in those moments.

After swallowing a dozen or so blasts of seed, Logan felt his brother’s hand pull him off of his cock, which fell onto his abs with a thud, still hard, still leaking pearly semen from its tip. Brian smiled down at him and said,

“C’mere. And lose the sweatpants.”

Logan slipped his sweatpants off, now totally naked, and climbed up onto his brother’s warm, muscular torso. Brian grabbed his head in one hand and brought him in for a kiss, tasting his seed on his brother’s lips and tongue. They laid there kissing for a long time. Logan felt his own prick, hard as a nail, slapping into Brian’s ribs and abdomen, splattering them with precum. Then he felt his big brother grab his hand and guide it to his enormous prick. Logan found it hard as ever, leaking clear lube again. Looking down below his brother’s king-sized testicles looked ever bigger than they did before he shot his load. He stroked slowly. Low, quiet moan rumbled in Brian’s chest, the vibrations running through both of them as Logan stroked.

Reaching down with two fingers, Brian smeared them with the lube leaking from his dick, reached around and stuck one of them up Logan’s puckering ass. Logan sucked in a sudden gasp of air as his brother fingered him, feeling jolts of pleasure move through his body. Logan loosened and Brian added a second finger. His body wriggled in ecstasy as his big brother finger fucked him. Then, suddenly Brian’s fingers found some magical spot inside of him and it only took the slightest amount of pressure to…

“Ah! Mmmumpf!” Brian covered Logan’s mouth with his other hand to muffle the musical moans and groans that escaped him as he blew his load all over his big brother’s muscular torso.

“That’s it, buddy,” Brian whispered as he continued stroking his brother’s insides. “Let it all out.”

Once Logan had been milked dry, Brian took his fingers out of his brother’s pussy, scooped up some of his cum, and lapped it up with his tongue.

“Mmmmm…” he said, smiling. “You taste good.”

Logan was just panting and staring up at his big brother in utter disbelief. Then Brian locked his gaze again and whispered deeply, “Now it’s time to make you man, little bro.”

Brian rolled Logan underneath him, spread his legs, and put the head of his huge, drooling cock at his brother’s winking pussy. Having already loosened his brother up, he pushed and the head of his cock went right inside, the ring of his brother’s ass closing tightly around it.

“Ahhh! Mmmupf!” Logan cried out, but Brian muffled his mouth once more.

“Shhhhh…” Brian said gently. “We’ve gotta be quiet. So I’m gonna keep my hand here. I’ll go slow. I won’t hurt you. But if it does hurt you just slap me on the back, okay bro?”

Logan nodded. Brian smiled and pushed in deeper, muffling his brother’s moans until his whole cock filled his brother’s virgin pussy.

It felt amazing. Logan felt his body, slowly warm, stretch and expand as though it were moulding itself around his brother’s cock. And when he thought that nothing could possibly feel better than when Brian fingered him earlier, his brother’s cock started moving across that magical spot inside of him and every nerve in his body vibrated with pleasure. Logan felt his arms and legs, as if by instinct, wrap themselves around his brother’s big, muscular body and draw him in even deeper. Brian’s musk was stronger than ever now, it filled the room, it filled Logan’s lungs with every breath, going to his head, going to his cock, making him hornier than he ever thought possible.

When Brian began thrusting Logan was truly grateful that his brother had muffled his mouth. There was no way he could’ve possibly controlled the sounds pouring out of him. Brian looked into his eyes the entire time, deeply, and the world disappeared again into a sea of physical sensations. But then, as the fucking continued, as beads of sweat fell down onto him from his brother’s big, muscular body, Logan felt something truly mystical start to happen.

It was like a wave of energy expanded out from Brian’s body and enveloped the both of them. It was more than just body heat, though there was that, too. Logan’s whole body started tingling from it as he felt his brother’s cock get even bigger inside of him, preparing to shoot its load.

“Oh fuck,” Brian grunted as he bred his little bother. “It’s happening. It’s really happening.”

Logan didn’t have time to process how strange that sounded before the bed started creaking as his brother’s thrusting got stronger. He felt Brian’s huge balls slapping into the flesh of his ass and then…

“Mmmmmpf! Unghhhh…” Brian bit his lip and grimaced once again as his cock exploded, filling Logan’s body with his seed.

It was too much for Logan. His own cock started shooting again, too, all over his chest and stomach. He was amazed he had so much left in him after cumming not half an hour ago. But Brian’s load was unreal! Long after Logan had spilled his seed his burly big bro kept on pumping while gently thrusting his cock. After a minute or so, and who knows how many shots of seed, Brian collapsed onto Logan, panting like a racehorse, his big cock still inside his brother’s body.

As they both laid there panting, catching their breath, slowly separating their bodies, Logan felt as though this surge of energy that he felt during their fuck never really subsided, like it was… becoming part of him somehow. And it felt fucking great!

Eventually they curled up in a mutual embrace, lying on their sides, facing one another, foreheads gently touching as their breathing and heart rates returned to normal.

“Brian?” Logan said softly.

“Yeah, Loge?”

“Just… thank you.”

Brian smiled at and said, “You’re welcome, bro. And… thank you, too. This is gonna be awesome.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Brian just chuckled and said, “I’ll tell you later. But clear your weekend. The two of us are going camping Saturday.”

Author's Note

The passage from the book that Logan reads in this chapter is actually from Bear, Otter, and the Kid by T.J. Klune if you’re looking for your next good read. [Editor’s addendum: It's a great series, and the audiobooks are good too, especially the later ones.]


Up next: Now that all his best buds are alphas, Luke decides that he wants a new beta mate and breeds one of the studs on his wrestling team—right in the middle of a match!


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