Hot Like Me

Part XIV: "Baby Brother"


Trey had a raging hard-on, his dick long and thick and pointing straight up, with a shimmering of his own juices and his brother's spit on its pink head. Harley's hand was wrapped around the base of it, squeezing it tightly and releasing it again. The boy was just staring at Trey's cock, admiring it and panting for it like he didn't have one of his own, aching and hard again between his legs.

Harley shifted slightly, turning around so he was facing his brother's feet, sliding his body next to Trey's with his hip nestled up against the man's shoulder. He ran his tongue, flat, soft, and wet down Trey's dick, his fingers digging into his brother's legs where his soft, toned thighs ended and his hips began.

Harley really loved that spot.

He took Trey's erection back into his mouth, sucking him hard and swallowing him deep, washing his balls with his tongue, taking his time and eating his brother up like some sort of rich, decadent dessert.

Trey had one hand on Harley's head, his fingers threading through the silky curls, urging the boy on but not forcing him down. His other hand was on Harley's ass; he kneaded one firm cheek and then the other, pausing occasionally to drag his fingers slowly between them, teasing at the ridged muscle ringing his hole.

The rise and fall of Trey's belly as he was sucked, the surging of his hips, the sound of his labored breathing and his erotic little whimpers were making Harley so hot that his own dick was dripping.

With every muscle in his body tensing and a guttural, gasping moan escaping his mouth, Trey shot his load into his brother's mouth, a warm, thick cheekful of it. Harley's eyes fluttered closed, his fist wrapped around the shaft of Trey's cock, squeezing it in an upward motion to force every last drop out onto his waiting tongue, better than chocolate. The boy let it pool in mouth, dipping the tip of his tongue into the space between the root of it and his front teeth, savoring the tangy, salty-sweet, intoxicating flavor.

"Don't swallow," Trey said breathily, suddenly sitting up. He cupped his hand under Harley's chin. "Spit it out."

Harley looked confused, hurt even, like a kid on Halloween who'd just worked hard at trick-or-treating and had then been told he wasn't allowed to eat the candy he'd collected. Trey licked his lips and nodded pleadingly, his breath still coming in raspy bursts.

Puzzled still but complying anyway, Harley bent his head over and spat into his brother's hand. The pearly fluid he expelled, Trey's semen mixed with his own saliva, was now a bit less thick and sticky from melting in the warmth of his mouth.

Trey sat back against the headboard, stuffing a pillow behind himself with his unoccupied hand. "Come here, baby brother."

A sharp little moan squeaked out of Harley. He laved his tongue over his lips, the pungent taste of Trey still clinging to them. He was trembling from head to toe: he simply couldn't help his reaction, emotional and extremely physical, when Trey called him that.

Baby brother. Or even just brother, the relative age specific not mattering much.

That was a huge part of this for Harley, an enormous factor of the appeal.

Surely, Harley would have been attracted to a man like Trey regardless. If Harley had a certain 'type' that he was drawn to, his brother more than qualified. Trey was gorgeous, tall and athletic, smart, undoubtedly masculine, with a fine sense of humor, and he was incredible in bed. But in the final analysis, the one thing that separated Trey from any ordinarily attractive, smart, manly, witty, skilled lover was the fact that he was indeed Harley's brother.

Harley didn't know why that was, why the fact that his lover was his own brother turned him on so much, why it got him so inordinately fired up, so hot and hard that he thought he'd either explode or implode from just the mere thought of it.

It didn't make any sense to Harley; it was dirty, filthy, nasty, forbidden, undeniably kinky, unquestioningly depraved, and admittedly obscene - and yet for some bizarre, inexplicable reason it was also hotter for him than walking in bare feet across lit coals.

"Come up here, baby," Trey said in a hushed voice, patting his lap.

Harley turned around and crawled up the mattress, throwing one leg over his brother's thighs to straddle his lap, facing him. He ran his hands up Trey's smooth chest, over his strong shoulders, wrapping his hands around the back of his brother's neck.
Trey's fingers slid around Harley's cock, lubed up from the combination of his own come and Harley's champagne-enhanced spit.

The boy leaned forward, resting his chin on his older brother's shoulder, his hips rocking in cadence to the slippery, up and down strokes that Trey's hand was administering.

"Uhh..." Harley moaned incoherently, thrusting his pelvis forward to fuck Trey's fist, "ahh... God... don't stop... don't stop... umm... Trey... gonna come... ah, fuck... gonna come so hard..."

Trey increased the pace of his hand, stroking the soft, mobile skin over the beautifully hard shaft beneath it. He leaned his face against Harley's, kissing and licking the boy's soft cheek.

"Come for me, Harley," Trey whispered into the boy's ear, "God, you're so hard... come for me... come for me, little brother..."

Harley moaned deep in his throat, and Trey pumped his cock even harder, twisting his hand so the head of it rubbed against his slicked up palm. The boy closed his eyes as his balls tightened up against his body, his head whipping back as he had no choice but to let go. With a shudder and a plaintive squeal, Harley shot off into the hot mix in Trey's fist. Sweat poured out of his body and his legs gave out as orgasm thundered through him, sending him falling into his older brother's chest.

Trey nuzzled his face into Harley's shoulder, and he gently licked at the soft, sweat-salty skin of the boy's neck. Smiling, he pressed his lips against his brother's ear.

"You okay, baby brother?" Trey asked with a grin, wrapping his arms around the still heaving torso in his arms.

"Damn..." Harley giggled through panting breaths, "where the fuck did you get that idea?"

"What idea?" Trey inquired, his eyes opened wide with feinted innocence.

"The 'spit it out' thing, asshole."

"Oh, that..." Trey grinned. "Pornos, jerk, where else?"

"Eww... that's just gross," the younger man groaned. Harley hiccuped, still pretty drunk by not nearly so much as before.

"Like it?" Trey inquired, grinning like an ornery kid.

Harley sat back on his legs, still straddling Trey's thighs. His respiration was finally in check, and his knees felt like they were actually attached to his legs again. A rosy blush settled on his cheeks. "Well," he replied slowly,"... yeah. Pretty fuckin' hot."

Trey suddenly pushed Harley rudely off of his thighs, and the boy tumbled ungracefully onto the mattress beside him. "Sorry, my legs are getting numb."

Harley was face down on the bed, and Trey heard a muffled groan.

"Uh oh..."

"What now?" asked Trey.

"I... I don't feel so good... oh shit..."

Trey leapt out of bed, surprised at his own agility considering the fact that he was still feeling fairly fucked up and hangover symptoms were already moving in to replace it. "I'll be right back, baby brother."

The boy groaned again and gulped, obviously swallowing something chunky that Trey didn't even want to think about. "Where you going?" Harley managed to croak.

"To call Jake. You know I don't do puke."

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