Sammy And Eric Pt 02

"I'm so-

ngh

-sorry, little bro. I can't believe it's stuck...oh, wow...again."

Eric was looking down past his rippling abs at me with a concerted face. His mind was being thrown between emotions of deep worry and overwhelming carnal pleasure. And it was hard to blame him with the show I was putting on.

We were in the middle of one of our patented sloppy deep-throating sessions. I was expertly fucking my own throat onto Eric's massive 10-inch jock dong over and over again. The living room was filled with the sounds of my slobbery, persistent suctioning and Eric's apologies and involuntary moans and grunts. I looked up at him to try and communicate with my eyes a sense of reassurance that his fat cock getting "stuck" was no biggie. I ended up winking instead.

Eric, meanwhile, was casually resting a hand on top of my head as I bobbed up and down, trying to reassure

me

, and playing with my hair. He also seemed not to notice that I occasionally would release his cock from my mouth and let it slap on my tongue a few times like the slutty pornstar I was clearly born to be. When I did this, his hand would reflexively grip my hair and force my mouth back onto his delicious jock meat and groan through his apologies.

I fucking loved my dumb jock of a big brother.

It had been a few weeks since the incident on the couch. You know, the one where I convinced Eric to slam his jumbo penis into my throat then breed my juicy jock pussy right in front of our Daddy? Yeah, that one.

Since then, I've managed to get fucked by Eric nearly every day. It always seemed to happen in similar ways. I'd show off my slut jock hole to him in increasingly obvious ways. He would get a massive, leaking hard on. Then, hey presto, his cock was in my ass and his hips were pistoning away, fucking me like a high school cheerleader in a sleazy porno. And of course, Eric understood that in such trying times as these he needed to unload his fat, hanging nuts full of cum into my wanting butt before my tight hole would release him.

And everytime he did. And everytime I savored the feeling of Eric's load erupting in me, rope after thick studly rope, until I was leaking from the edges. Sometimes, when he pulled out, I would squirt some of Eric's load back onto his mostly hard cock, which made him hard all over again, and naturally his cock would get stuck inside my hole again. Accidentally.

Depending on the position we fucked, I could sometimes turn these moments into chances to taste his sweet jock cum fresh from my slutty boypussy. Everytime it was delicious.

Basically, I was in slutty bottom heaven. I had the sexiest, sweetest, most hung, most fertile power athlete top a boy with a juicy jock butt could ever ask for. And while I had to keep thinking of ways to trick Eric into wrecking my bouncy boy butt, it gave me a bit of a thrill to know I was secretly fucking the sexiest stud in high school. The boy every girl dreamed of getting dominated by was too busy with his summer before college having kinky sex with his little bro.

We'd even progressed to fucking while Madison was in the house. Honestly, I liked Madison a lot. She was a sweet, bright girl who was fun to hang out with. While she was a bit of an obstacle to playing with Eric, he genuinely loved her and they made each other happy. But she was too stressed with her prep for college and her move across the state to put out for my poor big bro, which meant Eric had to find release elsewhere. She was making time to be with him before she left. I could tell that she planned on breaking up with him when that day came, but they clearly hadn't talked about it yet. We would all hang out, watch a movie and eat pizza on the couch while those two would giggle and cuddle. It was so cute that I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

But Madison was prone to falling asleep during movies, which gave me ample opportunity to sneak under their blanket and get my watering mouth stuck on Eric's cock. It was always so fucking hard from their cuddling that I had no trouble slipping it out of his shorts and going to town. Eric would grunt and moan under his breath, going through his same old apologetic routine and beg me to be quiet so we don't wake Madison. I would steadily deepthroat him, sometimes teasing him by getting a little too loud and a little too sloppy with my blowjob. He would eventually unload his gallon of cum down my throat and into my happy tummy, and I would sit back up and wipe my mouth with a satisfied grin. Eric would wipe his sweaty brow and breathe a sigh of relief that Madison was still snoring away.

After I got away with Eric breeding my boy pussy right in front of Daddy, I knew I could get away with anything. Yep, everything was going great.

"Sammy, I can't believe this is happening again...

ugh fuck yeah, right there

. This is like the fourth time in two days! I'm such a big dumb idiot, I know! You must be really...

mmm, take it slut

...pissed at me for putting you through this so much. I'm sorry I'm so hard, like all the time. It's Madison. I mean, she still won't let me fuck. Not even a blowjob! I haven't had one in over a month!"

I rolled my eyes as I kept deepthroating my brother. He was practically drooling as he babbled on about not getting laid. I started to ramp up my technique, twisting my head and running my tongue along the length of Eric's shaft, spit drooling down past his fat nutsack and onto the towel on the couch as I wiggled my cute butt in my even cuter jockstrap.

(Yes, I set up a towel.)

Eric now had both hands on my head, making sure my head never left his cock now, even though that was the goal. His torso was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his juicy pecs were glistening as they flexed in the afternoon sunlight that poured into the room. We were in the end game. Eric's balls began to tighten. He stopped his rambling and his breathing became shallow. I felt his 10-inch cock grow into an 11-inch cock. My throat was being pushed to the limit.

"Ugh, Sammy, baby bro," Eric finally managed to say. "I'm gonna get this fat donkey dick out of your mouth. I promise. I'm almost there. Gonna get this cum out of my balls. Into that—

ngh, faggot throat

. Yeah, gonna-gonna...cum...gonna cum lil' bro...fuuuuuhhhckkk."

Eric shoved my head down as far as he could. My nose pressed against his soft, sweaty pubes as his hips bucked up and off the couch, pumping me full of jock nectar. My throat made obscene noises, and I nearly passed out from the time it took for him to shoot the amount of ropes that he did. I counted about 10. But I greedily swallowed every drop as I massaged my own hard cock through my pre-cum soaked jock.

Finally, Eric's softening cock slipped out of my mouth and plopped onto his muscular thigh.

I gasped, catching my breath, but then giggled, looking up at my big bro. "Silly, Eric. Glad we got that taken care of!"

His cock shot out another last rope of cum onto his thigh. I leaned in and licked it up, savoring the flavor. I also gave Eric's cockhead a final teasing kiss, which made his whole body shiver, and I heard him grunt above me, "Oh, hey Daddy!"

I looked up with my lips still grazing the tip of Eric's sloppy, soft cock. Daddy was standing in the kitchen with a clear view of us on the couch. I sat up and smiled at him. "Hi, Daddy!"

Daddy had just finished working in the yard. Flecks of grass caked his forearms and legs. His tight muscle shirt was drenched in sweat and the fabric clung to every muscle, which I was happy to say were all still in peak form. His short running shorts were also tight and slightly sweaty. And what was more, Daddy's cock was practically throbbing. I could even see the tip snaking out of the bottom of his shorts and leaking a steady strand of pre-cum.

See, the thing with the jocks in this town is they're very dumb, as evidenced by the stories I've been telling. But my brother and Daddy are a special kind of dumb jock. They are horny, sex-deprived, dumb jocks. The best kind for an insatiable gay slut like me. And so whenever they see my slutty ass in only a jockstrap walking around, flexing my juicy but firm bottom ass, they tend to get inexplicably hard. And sometimes it takes them a while to notice!

"Hey, boys," Daddy said, smiling back. "Whatcha two up to?"

"Oh, erm..." Eric said, scratching his head. I was still in between his tree trunk legs in the most obvious blowjob position. "We were, uhh-"

"I was praying!" I said, helpfully.

"Praying?" Eric and Daddy asked together.

"Yes, praying! Didn't you say your knee was a little sore, big bro? Well, I didn't want you to hurt your knee during practice tomorrow morning, so I was saying a little prayer to keep it safe!"

"Aww that's really sweet, baby bro." Eric said, ruffling my hair. "I can always count on you."

I stood up and turned around to walk to the kitchen, wiggling my bare ass at Eric and hoping it made his cock stiffen a little.

"How are you, Daddy?" I said sweetly as I walked up to him for a hug. He embraced me, and I leaned in, making sure his fat cock pressed up against my stomach. I moved a little in our hug to get a sense of the size. My jock pussy twitched a little when I realized he had to be at least 2 inches bigger than Eric.

"Mmpfh, I'm good son," Daddy said. "Just working on the garden."

"Oh my godddd, Daddy," I said, leaning in and taking a deep sniff of his sweetly musky pits. "You really were working. You are so stinky!" I giggled.

"Oh, errr,

nggghhh

, sorry about that, son. Men sometimes get like that," Daddy said gruffly.

"Here, let me get that," I said, as I began peeling off his too-tight muscle tee. Daddy's chest, arms, and abs were positively popping, coated in a light layer of sweat. My slutty boypussy was fluttering as I looked over my sexy stud of a dad and began feeling every inch of his torso.

"And your muscles must be sooo sore," I said with an added tone of seduction.

I looked up at him with my cute innocent face. I could tell that my hands working him were making him feel good. I could also tell he finally realized his cock was nearly at full mast and was profusely leaking pre-cum which was pooling at the floor between us.

I pressed harder into his pecs, pinching his nipples and playing with his chest hair. Daddy made a low whining noise as we looked into each other's eyes. I started to move my hands down to his toned abs. His clean man musk was so intoxicating I almost lost track of what I was doing. I nearly reached for his massive, sweaty horse cock.

"Yeah," Daddy said, clearing his throat. "Well, I hit the gym this morning so they are a little tender. That-

ngh

-feels good, thank you baby." Daddy smiled down at me. I pinched his nipple again and his eyes fluttered.

"You know, Daddy," I said in a mischievous voice. "I could give you a proper massage. Like the ones I give Eric?"

"Hmmm," Daddy said thoughtfully. "Eric does seem to feel better after those."

My hole twitched again, and my cock hardened in the pouch of my jock. I started to massage his abs again, even playing with the waistband of his shorts.

"But," he said, and my heart sank. "I have to go to the grocery store."

"What?" I pouted. "Again?"

"Yes," Daddy sighed. "Everytime I go there I seem to get, uhh, distracted, and forget something. I'll be back in a few hours."

I huffed and released myself from our hug. I looked down to see Daddy's cock throbbing and twitching in his shorts. He started to absentmindedly rub it over the fabric. I smirked.

"Welp!" I said. "I'm gonna take a shower. You made me all stinky, Daddy!" I giggled and pranced off. I walked by the couch again to see that Eric had been watching our conversation. His cock was at full attention, leaking more pre-cum and throbbing like a taut wire. I winked at him and he smiled stupidly back. I laughed and, with the prized possession of Daddy's sweaty t-shirt still in my hands, went upstairs.

-

Later that evening, Madison came over and all four of us watched a movie. Eric and Madison were snuggled up on the love seat. Eric was clearly trying to spoon Madison and shove his fat dick inside of her while they were under the covers, but she kept swatting him away, making Eric more horny and frustrated. I, on the other hand, was coupled with Daddy, curled up and resting my head on his big chest as it steadily rose and fell to his breathing, occasionally broken up by a chuckle at the movie.

I kept toying with Daddy, accidentally brushing my hand across his lap and over his fat cock, which grew in size every time I did. I even "slipped" off of his chest and "fell" into his lap, causing my face to land square onto that meaty fuck stick. I mumbled a lengthy Sorry into his shorts, making sure to get as much warm spit on his shorts as I could, leaving a sloppy spitty stain and a clear outline of the premium jock Daddy dick I was now so insatiably horny for.

Eric, meanwhile, was having no luck getting his own dick wet. Madison had fallen asleep (big surprise), and I could see through the glow of the TV the disappointment on his face. And the tent he was pitching.

I sighed and smiled to myself and told Daddy I'd be back in a bit.

I got up and walked up to Eric and whispered in his ear with my sluttiest voice, "Come to Daddy's room. I want to show you something," and sauntered off, my cute jock butt swaying.

When Eric opened the door to Daddy's bedroom, I was already on the bed on all fours, completely naked. My pink, warm, juicy jock boypussy was fully exposed, quivering and winking at Eric. I gave my ass a little shake.

"Uhh, hey, Sammy. You wanted to show me something?" Eric said stupidly.

"I sure did, big bro," I said looking back at Eric standing in the door frame. "Come a little closer."

Eric took a few steps forward like a stupified zombie. "Why is your asshole out, little bro?"

"Silly Eric!" I said, shaking my head. "This isn't an asshole!"

"Oh. It isn't?" he asked.

"No, dum-dum. It's so much better than an asshole."

"Well, what is it, Sammy? Because that's where I thought the asshole was supposed to be."

"Well you know how you have a juicy, fat, thick, leaking jock cock, right? Because you're a big, strong, studly, fertile, sexy jock?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, I have a warm, tight, juicy jock boypussy! Because I'm a strong, slender,

flexible

, sexy jock too!"

"Ohhhh, right!"

"And some jocks have porn star cocks and others have porn star pussies for those porn star cocks to go! It's like yin and yang. Balance!"

"That makes sense!" said Eric, brightening up. "But why is your sweet, warm jock pussy out right now, bro?"

"Well," I said. "I saw you trying to stick that beautiful dick of yours into Madison on the couch. And it made me so sad to see how frustrated you were that you couldn't!"

"Oh yeah, I really wanted to fuck that warm, wet pussy of hers. But she always gets so tired during movies!"

"Exactly! And we can't have a star athlete like you getting all pent up with blue balls. That's setting yourself up for a disastrous injury!"

"Oh shit," said Eric, looking worried. "You think so, Sammy?"

"Yes," I said darkly, nodding my head. My juicy ass was still facing Eric as I talked to him, my head craning behind me to see him. "And that could ruin your college career, which is your only way into college anyway!"

"Well, fuck, baby bro!" Eric said, panicking. "What are we going to do!"

"Here's what we can do," I said reassuringly. "You are going to shove that fuck stick of yours into my tight warm jock boypussy, and you're going to fuck me like a bitch until you unload all the loads you have in that fat nutsack of yours."

"Uhh, what?" Eric said, dumbfounded. "Isn't that...well, kind of gay?"

"No, silly!" I said dismissively. "Like I said, my jock boypussy was made for jock cocks. It's only natural that they work together to help each other out! Besides, you have to get your cum out somehow, right?"

"Hmm, yeah I suppose so." Eric said, thinking hard.

"Come take a closer look. I bet you this is the prettiest pussy you'll ever see."

Eric walked forward and crawled onto the bed. His face was immediately inches from my tight hole. I could feel his warm breath blowing on it as he examined closely. He gripped both of my bubbly ass cheeks and pulled them apart to get a better view. I let out a soft moan.

"See that, bro?" I asked, trying to compose myself. "See how it's so pink and tight and practically begging to be filled by a massive cock like yours?"

"Uh-huh," Eric agreed. "This is...this is a great looking pussy."

"Told you!" I said cheerily. "Now, breathe in deep. I want you to smell that delicious jock hole."

Without preamble, Eric shoved his nose against my tight hole and began inhaling like he had just survived drowning.

"Yeah, that's right, big bro. Isn't that the best pussy you've ever smelled. Better than Madison's I bet!"

Eric only grunted in agreement. He was steadily groping my ass cheeks in big circular motions with his massive strong hands. I was moaning and panting just from his ass worship alone.

"Now," I said, catching my breath. "I want you to taste that juicy boypussy, okay Eric. Get it nice and wet for me, baby. Treat it like you would any girl's pussy. Tongue fuck me until-"

Eric had already shoved half of his tongue into my tight, warm, hole before I could finish. I let out a slutty squeal as he began to tongue fuck me, just like I asked. Apparently I had teased him too much, and his horny jock instincts took over. Right in front of him was the tastiest, juiciest hole he had ever laid his eyes on and nothing was going to stop him from taking it.

Eric sloppily lapped up at my crack and hole, occasionally sitting back to shoot gobs of spit at it and suck it back up. Playing with his own spit against my boypussy was unimaginably sexy. We were both moaning, my face smashed against the bed as I threw my ass back against my brother's face. He even started to finger fuck me. First one, then four fingers at a time, taking turns opening me up with his fingers and then his tongue. I was in slutty bottom heaven.

I reached back to grab Eric's head, encouraging him to continue making out with my hole. His face was so deep in my bubble butt. Spit drooled down my taint and onto my balls, which Eric happily sucked on to return that spit back to my hole.

"Holy fuck, Eric," I said, moaning. "You eat jock pussy so fucking good. What a sexy stud you are! That's it. Keep opening me up with that big strong tongue. Yes! Good boy!"

Eric kept eating my delicious ass for a few more minutes until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Eric...Eric!" Eric was too engrossed in eating me out to hear me the first time. He finally came up for air, panting, his face covered in spit and his lips slightly swollen and red.

"What's up, Sammy?"

"I need your jock cock to fuck this jock pussy.

Now

."

Eric immediately began shedding his shorts as fast as he could. His fat, leaking cock sprang up, slapping against his abs. I bit my lip, eager to be properly fucked. Not because Eric thought he got stuck inside me. Not because he guiltily wanted to dump his cum in my bubble butt as quickly as he could so I wouldn't be pissed at him. But because Eric wanted it. Deep and needy was his cock for my ass, and he was going to fuck me. For real this time.

I wiggled my ass at him, my juicy, wet hole was nice and ready for his obscene donkey dick. "Come fuck me, stud," I said in a sultry voice pulling one ass cheek to the side.

Eric lined up his cock to my hole and immediately plunged it inside me all the way to the hilt.

"Ohhh fuckkk!" we both moaned.

Eric held himself inside me for a few moments. I adjusted to the sudden entry of prime jock fuck meat. I clenched my walls against my big brother's cock, urging him on. He began to steadily slide in and out of my warm, wet chute.