Bromance (musc inc)
by Londonboy
I lay on the sofa in a kind of half-sleep daze. It was early in the morning and I knew my parents had already left for a long day at the country club – that would include a round of golf, morning cocktails, more golf, more drinks, and who knew what else. I was home for only a short visit, but that was not important enough to ruin their Saturday routine. After all, I was their eldest son – at twenty-eight - and shouldn’t need their company all the time. I didn’t get home that often, so it was nice to just take it easy for a few minutes before the inevitable attack. I figured I had at least a half hour, but I was wrong.
Suddenly, a huge wall obstructed my view of the ceiling and I was covered with a blanket of hardness. The weight that was thrust upon me was almost unbearable, but it was also most pleasurable at the same time. I adjusted my ribcage a little so I was able to breathe. All sound ceased except for the excited thumping of a loud heartbeat – coming from the thickness covering my head. There was also a low rumbling that sounded like thunder, but I knew it was the satisfied purring of something akin to a monster. My ears were suddenly filled with a megaphone-like voice that was amplified by the massive expanse pressed against my face.
“Mmmm, my big bro feels nice, real nice.”
I felt my cock fighting the heavy weight against my crotch in order to quickly stretch out hard in my cotton boxers. I also felt the hardening of something twice the size of my rod pressing against my stomach. It felt like someone was pushing a baseball bat against my abdominals.
“Damn, you always shoot hard faster than me, big brother! It’s not fair. I guess, though, it’s because you have less meat to stretch, huh.”
The entire sofa shook as the behemoth on top of me laughed out loud. My ass was smashed deeper into the cushions of the sofa as the giant log grinded harder into my front side. It might have usually been an action that caused much pain, but the immediate pleasure it brought to my entire body overruled any other feeling. I tried to buck my hips as best I could – in order to shove my own hard dick against the mass on top of me – but the heavy weight pressing my body into the squealing piece of furniture beneath made it almost impossible.
“Can you feel how much heavier I am, man? Those tips you gave me added about twenty-five more pounds of solid muscle, dude. I’m up to three-eighty. You can feel it, can’t you?”
My face was smothered in hard thick meat, which prevented me from actually speaking. All I could do was let out a muffled cry of affirmation. It sounded a little like a child emitting a yelp of glee as he awakens from a nap against his father’s chest. Again, my ears were filled with the deep rumble of an appreciative laugh.
“Yeah man, all I’ve been doing is eating and working out – getting prepared for your visit. I wanted to make my big bro proud. You know how I look up to you, man. Well, the fact is I really look down at you, since I’ve got about ten inches on you – but, still, I admire you.”
Even though I was covered in a solid blanket of heavy muscle and barely able to move, I could tell my boxers were soaking up the heavy pre-leakage of my aching cock. I was nervous that I was going to be unable to control my body – the goal of the Goliath on top of me – and relieve the building pressure at my crotch at any moment. I stopped jerking my hips into the boulder-like bulk and the message of needing a quick rest was received. It was now clear that no one wanted an early ejaculation. This was a time for delayed gratification, even though I knew I wouldn’t last very long. I never did.
“I could make you pop like a shaken soda can with little effort, bro, but we both want to wait, don’t we?”
A truer statement had never been spoken, but I also knew the desire for prolonged foreplay was equally distributed. The heavy mass pressed against my face moved slowly and painfully until a hardened thick nipple pried my lips apart and sank into my mouth. I instinctively started sucking intensely and let my teeth clamp down lightly on the rubber-like plug protruding far into my mouth. It was like I had been given a man-sized pacifier to quiet me down. Without even noticing it I started slurping and moaning like a satisfied baby.
“Big bro likes that whopper of a nipple, don’t he? Yeah, man, that’s a good little pec-pig. There ain’t no one that can make my chest feel as good as you, bro. I mean it. I lay in bed at night and dream of you working my chest over with your mouth. Sometimes I even use dad’s pliers to twist those huge nubs and imagine it’s your abuse sending chills up and down my spine. Make me feel some pain, big bro – please.”
I immediately slid the hard nipple to the side of my mouth and brought my larger molars down on the meat with almost all of the strength of my jaw. This caused the bulk on top of me to go as stiff as a board and a deep loud growl reverberated throughout the room. Years of experience had helped me to learn how to give instant pleasure to the giant. I could easily bite through a thick steak with my teeth, but I barely dented the nip in my mouth even when I used most of the pressure I could muster. I jerked my head backwards, into the sofa cushion, to tug on the hardened pec. This caused the weighty gyrations against my crotch to increase and the moans of pleasure to grow louder.
“Damn, bro, you’re better than dad’s pliers and I’ve busted two pairs just in the last month. If you don’t stop soon I’m going to force this sofa and our bodies through the floor into the basement, but if you do stop I’ll squeeze you so hard that your insides come gushing out like you’re nothing but a tube of toothpaste. It’s your choice, brother. Do whatever makes you happiest.”
The tease knew I loved it when he talked this way. He also knew that I loved getting bear hugged by his massive arms more than almost anything in the world – but the last time he squeezed me he had accidentally fractured a couple of ribs. I had never seen the big guy so shaken up. No matter how much I told him that I had loved every second of it – he just couldn’t forgive himself. I felt more precum spurt from my cock simply from the memory of blacking out from lack of oxygen when he squeezed me tightly – and from the fact that he had only used a fraction of his strength. I did, however, also love the idea of him pounding a hole in the concrete floor just from the power of his thrusting crotch.
“Yeah, big brother, I forgot to tell you that my chest hit seventy-one on the tape just last week. I’ve been pumping it extra hard for you and these motherfuckers blasted past seventy without any problem. You’ll have to measure them later on. I love watching your hands tremble with excitement and your eyes bulge out as I fill my lungs with air and make my pecs expand beyond your wildest dreams. You always said I could fuck you when my chest hit seventy-five, bro, so you better start stretching out that asshole of yours cause I’m gonna be there by the time you visit this summer. Yeah, I can feel that tight ass of yours puckering in anticipation right now. You told me you wanted me to be thicker than a redwood some day and I think I’m getting close, man.”
My mind was still trying to grasp the fact that his chest had grown to seventy-one inches thick. When I had started training the big guy all those years ago I had never imagined a day where his pec-shelf would possibly hit seventy-five – and, yet, the day was getting closer and closer. A wave of excitement shot through my body – causing me to shake with pleasure – and the motion was not missed by the giant on top of me. He, again, laughed out loud and the entire sofa moved a couple of inches.
“Yeah, big bro loves the idea of my fat cock plowing his tiny hole, doesn’t he? But don’t forget that you also promised to fuck my virgin ass as soon as I could lift dad’s Toyota truck off the ground. Well, guess what, sweet brother? My sweet cherry is going to be plucked today! Yep, that’s right. I’ve been able to lift the puny thing into the air for about four months now. I’ve been using it to explode this chest of mine. It has also helped to make my shoulders too wide for even most double doorframes. Yeah, you don’t know it right now, but my fucking traps and delts are beyond anything you’ve ever seen before. What’s that bro? You can’t see them because my humongous chest is smashed into your face? Well, that’s the way you like it isn’t it? Yeah, I knew that would make you suck even harder on that fat nipple. Yeah, make your little brother feel good. Damn, you have one hot mouth, big brother. I can’t wait to see your face when I’m holding an entire fucking truck over my head. That alone is gonna make you want to cream in your boxers, ain’t it? But you gotta save that big bro cum for my ass, man. I’ve been waiting to be filled by that cock of yours since you started coaching me at age fifteen. And today’s my twenty-fifth birthday. The only present I want is that extremely hard thing wrapped up in your boxers. My big brother is going to help me become a man today. I’m the happiest guy on the planet!”
My head was spinning so hard that I felt like I was going to pass out. I had no idea what I should focus my thoughts on first – my little brother’s massive shoulders, the tight thick tube of beef in my mouth, his newly enhanced humongous chest, the fact that he could lift my father’s truck over his head, or the idea of shoving my hard rod into his unyielding warm and wet love-chute. It was too much for a grown man to handle – well, any grown man besides my younger brother. I felt my eyes rolling back into my head even as I continued to suck on his giant nub. I also heard his voice – and he sounded as if he was in a far away tunnel.
“Don’t you dare pass out on me, big brother. We have a day full of pleasure ahead of us and I want you at your strongest. I expect you to shoot at least four loads of your sweet juice into my ass before mom and dad get home at two. Stay with me, bro. Focus on my massive pec – that should keep you conscious!”
It was, however, too late. My younger brother had pushed me way beyond the point of no return. Well, to be completely honest, his improved body and impending display of strength had pushed me across that line. I chomped down hard on his nipple one last time, I shoved my stone-hard cock into his abs of steel, and I blacked out with visions of him holding a truck in the air with his enormous arms.