Nick and Marshall - A Tale of Two Brothers - Sex Stories

Nick and Marshall - A Tale of Two Brothers

... you’ll do whatever I want.” “Aaahhh!” Nick screamed. “Please, please, I’ll do whatever you want!” he cried. “Just stop, please, just stop!” Nick said, the words spilling out of his mouth in between grunts of pain. Every time Marshall slammed into him he felt as though a hot poker was being rammed into his ass. Marshall began driving in and out of his brother’s ass faster as he replied “Yeah Nicky, I’m gonna stop, after I fill your ass up with cum.” Marshall could feel his orgasm approaching fast. He bent forward and licked the fresh tears from Nick’s upturned cheek. With a loud moan, and a cry of “Fuck yes!” Marshall erupted. He felt the semen burst from the end of his dick and fill his little brother’s ass with brother cum, pulse by pulse. As he came, Marshall collapsed onto Nick’s back. He lowered his forehead down to rest on his little brother’s upturned cheek. He loved the feeling of Nick’s chest heaving up and down under him. His brother’s whispers of ‘why’ and ‘please’ gave him an incredible charged-up feeling. He placed his mouth next to Nick’s ear and breathlessly whispered, “That was the best orgasm I ever had, little brother.” Then he sucked the earlobe into his mouth. Marshall licked and teased Nick’s earlobe, sucking on it and lightly nipping it with his teeth. He pushed his arms under his little brother’s body and pulled Nick tightly to him. Moaning softly, he began to kiss his hot little brother’s neck and cheek, before finally kissing Nick’s mouth. He shoved ...

... his tongue as far as he could into Nick’s mouth, given the awkward angle and the lack of assistance from his unwilling partner. He licked and tasted Nick’s tongue and mouth, savoring the moment and the afterglow of his orgasm. Finally, when his orgasm had fully subsided, Marshall pulled out of his little brother’s bound body. He rolled off the bed and went into their small bathroom to clean himself up. After taking a quick, hot shower, he returned with a warm washcloth and used it to clean little brother’s abused ass. When he finished, he threw the washcloth into the hamper and pulled Nick’s FTL briefs back up. Then he grabbed the sock gag off the bed. He shook out Nick’s dirty white Nike tube socks, brought them to his mouth and licked the soles, tasting his brother’s saliva on the soft cotton. Sighing in satisfaction, Marshall rolled the socks back into a ball, with the slightly soiled sole on the outside. He leaned over his bound little brother and said, “I’m going to gag you again for a few minutes, Nicky, just so I can take some pictures.” “No, plea-,” Nick’s reply was abruptly cut off as Marshall grabbed him by the jaw and shoved the Nike socks back into his mouth. Pulling away from his brother and walking towards his desk, Marshall said, “Nicky, just don’t spit your socks out and I won’t have to tie them in.” He picked up his digital camera and took several pictures of the back of his bound and gagged little brother’s body as he walked back to the bed. When he got there ...