Brotherly Love

Brotherly Love

By: Spectrotica247

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Summary:

Noah Aston desperately needs some sexual relief from another guy, but remains closeted due to living in a conservative, heteronormative town. His older brother Tyler however has been noticing the signs, leading them to a fateful evening when he decided to be the guy to satisfy his little bro's sexual cravings.

Chapter Two - "My Lover"

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Tyler Aston, the oldest of the two, stepped back abruptly, his brown boots thudding dully on plank flooring. Noah swayed, suddenly cold without the heat of his big brother's body.

Tyler reached for his moss-green flannel shirt's first button. There was a gentle snick as the metal disk came loose. Licking his dry lips, Noah followed the purposeful movement of weathered fingers along the placket. One more button popped. Then one more. Tyler's sky-blue eyes never left Noah's flushed face as he slowly peeled the flannel open, as if he were unwrapping something holy and pilfered. They burned with sinful passion, half-lidded and predatory, a raw hunger that Noah felt reflected in his own heart pounding against his ribs.

The worn flannel slid off Tyler's shoulders, puddling silently on the laundry-strewn floorboards. Beneath, his plain white tee hugged the hard planes of his chest, sweat-darkened patches blooming under his arms and across his pectorals. The thin cotton strained against the swell of his biceps, translucent enough to hint at the dark nipples beneath.

Noah caught his breath. This wasn't the golden boy in the hallways or the quarterback on the field. With his muscles, perspiration, and teenage testosterone radiating heat like a forge, this was Tyler Aston without of pretension.

Tyler whispered, "Ya look starved, little buck," in a deep rasp that raked Noah's nerves like gravel. The older brother's intent, eager look held him in place. "All locked up inside them clothes." Noah's tattered t-shirt collar was touched by a calloused thumb that hooked into the neckline. "I've been observin' ya bear this burden. It's time to let go." His rough pads caught on the delicate cotton as his fingers moved lower, tracing the hem.

"Take it off." The order was seductive, intimate, and velvet-wrapped steel rather than harsh. "Lemme see the skin ya hide beneath all this. Lemme see the brother ya truly are, not the one ya pretend ta be fer Ma 'n Pa."

Noah stared at Tyler's sweat-slicked tee clinging to those carved ridges beneath. He... he wants to see me as... as not just his brother. The vulnerability hit harder than the kiss.

His fingers flew to the metal buckle of his blue overalls, fumbling with the stiff strap. The leather rasped loudly as he unclipped it, the strap slithering down his back like a dead snake. He hesitated for a heartbeat before gripping the hem of his gray tee. With one swift, jerky movement, he peeled it up and over his head, tossing it blindly onto the dirty laundry pile. Cool air hit his damp skin. Noah stood rigidly bare-chested, he kept his eyes fixed on the peeling laminate floorboards between Tyler's boots, unable to lift his gaze higher than the older brother's sternum. His heartbeat pulsed visibly in the hollow of his throat.

The eyes of his older brother raked downwards—slow, methodical, like a rancher assessing fence lines. He examines the faint blue veins branching beneath Noah's translucent skin near his collarbones. Then lower: the shallow dip between underdeveloped pectorals, the slight swell of ribs pushing against flesh too thin for farm work. A smattering of freckles dotted Noah's left shoulder blade: faded constellations Tyler had last seen years ago during creek swims. His stare paused at the slight concave curve above Noah's navel, where adolescent softness hadn't yet hardened into muscle. A pinkish scar marred the skin just below the right rib cage, a souvenir from tumbling off a hay bale at age 12.

Tyler gave one nod. Sharp, approving. "Good," he said. A raised mole close to Noah's solar plexus was touched by his thumb. "Still got this lil' shadow here." He traced the scar with his knuckle. "And this. You almost speared yourself with Pa's pitchfork." He felt the frenzied rabbit-kick thud against Noah's ribcage as his hand flattened possessively over it. "Yer heart's hammerin' fit to crack mah hand."

Using his harsh fingertips, he mapped the boy's ribcage, noting ridges like fence slats. "Thin," he said, applying light pressure. "Ya need more Ma's pot roast." His hand moved lower, more slowly now, around the shallow dip of Noah's navel, his calluses scraping his sensitive flesh. "But yer belly—" He gave it a quick tap. "Still got that sweet curve. Like stealing Ma's pie while lounging on the sill when ya were ten."

Then Tyler's fingers hooked under his own sweat-darkened white tee. With one fluid tug, he peeled the damp cotton up and over—a sharp inhale cutting the stillness. The fabric hit the laundry pile, and Noah swore he can hear the harmonizing sighs of a thousand captive angels.

Sweat-slick and glistening in the faint light coming through dust-furred blinds, the spiked blonde Southern teenage hottie stood bare-chested. His big shoulders made of corded ridges of muscle from wrestling calves and baling hay. Arrowing down from his collarbones, a dark coating of hair narrowed beyond his strong abdominals, which were molded by carrying feed sacks rather than in a gym. His skin is covered with scars: a knotted line along his right flank where a bull's horn touched him last spring, and a pale crescent high on his left pec from barbed wire. His nipples, which were flushed a deep pink, stood erect like small peaks against the bulk of his chest. Lastly, a smattering of sun-bleached blonde hair arrowed down from his sternum, vanishing into the white waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

Noah was struck like a branding iron by the intense masculine fire emanating from him. His eyes landed on Tyler's arms, which had thick veins running over biceps that flexed when Tyler moved his shoulders. Already straining, Noah's own cock jerked hard against denim. Hell he can even feel the head of his throbbing member peaking through his underwear inside his overalls. Wetness poured through the front of the said clothing, causing a piercing gasp to escape his throat.

The sound Tyler's chuckle was deep, rich, and filled with a terrifying kind of promise. "Still gits ya, huh? Mah body?" He flexed deliberately, ribs flaring as pectorals tightened. "Ain't no linebacker porn star got nothin' own this, huh?" The 17-year-old hunk's blue eyes traced the frantic rise and fall of Noah's chest, the damp trail of sweat pooling in his navel. "Yer blushin' down to yer collarbone, shakin' lak a newborn pup."

His rough palm settles firmly on Noah's crotch, giving it a purposeful, possessive squeeze through the tattered jeans rather than being hesitant or compassionate. Noah's lungs are punched by the abrupt, intense, and searing pressure. Noah feels jagged lightning shoot up his spine as Tyler's thumb purposefully grinds against the rigid bulge imprisoned behind rough fabric. A stifled cry escapes him as he bucks aimlessly, sounding high and desperate in the dense solitude.

Tyler responds with a chuckle that is amused and predatory, vibrating down in his chest. He slowly digs a circle with his knuckles. "Christ, lil' buck," he growls. "Ya're leakin' lak a burst spigot through yer bibs. Ya're so close to explodin' that the term "pent up" ain't the word." Under the harsh, playful massage, Noah trembles furiously, every nerve ending screaming. With his lips grazing Noah's ear, Tyler leans in. "Bet ya dreamed 'bout this, don't ya? Me touchin' ya right he-yah." Deliberately painful and seductive, the squeezing tightens.

Noah lets out a whimper, but his own heartbeat drowns out the sound. Noah's senses are overwhelmed by Tyler's smell, which is a combination of cheap detergent, sweat, and a hint of musk.

"Bet ya jerked it raw fantasizin' 'bout mah hands doin' this," Tyler growls. He releases suddenly, leaving Noah gasping, then slams his palm back against Noah's crotch—harder this time. The heel of his hand grinds slow, deliberate circles over the trapped heat. Denim rasps against Noah's oversensitive flesh, frayed seams digging in. Noah's hips jerk helplessly forward, chasing the friction.

"Lookit ya," Tyler sneers, his tone dripping with sin. "Spillin' just from mah hand squeezin' ya through yer overalls. Lak some desperate lil' slut." He dug his fingers into the fabric tight around the younger boy's dick.

Noah whimpered, hips stuttering forward. "Caint... caint help it. Yer so..."

"Built?" Tyler supplied. "Strong? Or is it me bein' yer brother?"

Noah whined, the honesty ripped from him. "Both." The admission had a copper flavor. "Always... both." His eyes were fixed on Tyler's hand, the wide palm rubbing against his imprisoned erection. "Been wantin' ya touchin' me... since forever."

Tyler stepped back abruptly. The sudden loss of pressure elicited a choked gasp from Noah. His smirk was knife-sharp, predatory. "Prove it," he told him. "Drop them overalls. Lemme see exactly how bad ya want meh."

And so the horny 14-year-old lad did. Starting with the removal of his twisted-x shoes, then by the next minute, his cotton overalls were pulled down, gathering like abandoned snakeskin around his ankles. With the exception of the flimsy barrier of his faded gray boxer briefs, Noah stood still, bare from the waist down. The pulsating pink head of his erect boyhood poked unnoticed from the fly slit of his boxers, slickened and shining with pre-cum. The flare of Tyler's nostrils and the darkening of his sky-blue eyes were unmistakable proof: he saw it.

The heteroflexible blonde teenager whistled softly, appreciating and delighted. "Well, hot damn," he exhaled as he moved in closer. Smearing pearly fluid, his knuckle touched the smooth tip. "So eager ya popped right outta yer drawers 'n drooled all over yerself." His index finger lightly touched the slit that was leaking. "Isn't that enough for me? Sweet and salty."

A lustful smile curled Noah's lips as Tyler's rough fingertip circled the sensitive rim of his sensitive cockhead. The tingling sensation radiated through his entire body—sharp, electric, unbearably sweet. "F-feels like... like fizzy soda bubbles," Noah responded huskily, his hips jerking uncontrollably toward that teasing touch. "Everywhere ya touch me... like I'm own fire." He whimpered as Tyler's finger pressed firmly into the slit, spreading slick warmth. "Yer hands... yer voice... God, Tyler, ya make mah whole body hum lak a live wire."

Tyler's chuckle was low and approving. "Ya sound downright poetic when yer desperate." He withdrew his now cum-coated finger and raised it deliberately to his lips. Noah watched, transfixed, as Tyler sucked it clean—sharp eyes locked on his brother's face while tasting the salt-slick proof of Noah's need. "Always wondered what my lil' buck tasted like," he murmured, smacking his lips. "Sweet. Tangy. Burns lak good whiskey goin' down."

The underwear-clad Noah watched Tyler lick his finger clean—slow, deliberate, savoring every trace of Noah's pre-cum like it was honeycomb stolen from Pa's hives. A fresh pulse of wetness bloomed from Noah's straining cockhead, dribbling down the flushed shaft to soak into the frayed waistband of his boxer briefs. The sensation was unbearable—a scalding trickle tracing the inside seam of his thigh, pooling hot and sticky against his knee before sliding lower. It felt like sin made liquid, seeping all the way to the dirty cotton of his socks.

Tyler's laugh was low thunder rolling over dry plains. "Heh, look at that," he drawled, nodding toward the damp stain creeping down Noah's calf. "Mah lil' buck leakin' clear down ta his socks while watchin' meh taste him. We haven't gotten started yet 'n yer already drippin' lak a busted hydrant just 'cause I licked yer salt from mah finger."

Noah replied with perverted confidence, his voice thick with need yet sharper than Tyler expected: "Ain't my fault, Ty." His hazel eyes locked onto his brother's, pupils blown wide. "It's yer fault fer lookin' like sin wrapped in denim 'n spittin' tobacco. Yer fault fer touchin' me like I'm somethin' ya wanna break. Yer the one who made me want this—want you—since I was starin' at the barn rafters 'n wonderin' why my dick got hard whenever ya wrestled me down."

Tyler's grin didn't falter. It widened, sharp as a rattler's fangs. "Damn, Noah," he drawled with approval. "Didn't know ya had that kinda fire in ya." His eyes trailed hungrily over Noah's damp boxers, the flushed cockhead peeking free.

Noah held the stare, pulse hammering. "Ya lit it," he countered, throat tight. "Dragged it outta the dark." He didn't wait for the older boy's reply. Both hands dove beneath the elastic waistband of his gray boxer briefs, fingers trembling only slightly against the damp cotton. He pushed down, quick and decisive, peeling the fabric past lean hips, past the jut of pelvic bone, letting it catch mid-thigh.

His cock sprang free—five inches of flushed, rigid boyhood, thickest at the base where coarse dark curls nestled tight. The shaft was smooth, veined faintly blue beneath translucent skin, glistening slick under the dim lamplight. At the crown, the plum-tinted head flared proudly, beaded with fresh pre-cum that pearled and slid slowly down the frenulum. A single thick vein traced its underside, throbbing visibly with each frantic heartbeat. Below, tight balls hung heavy and warm, drawn up close against his body, the skin sack dusted with the same fine dark hair that trailed upwards towards his navel.

Tyler whistled sharply through the heavy silence. His hands went instinctively to his own belt buckle, clutching it hard as his gaze devoured Noah's nakedness. "Well dyamn, ain't that a sight," he drawled, pride thick as molasses in his voice. "Mah lil' buck standin' buck naked 'n proud. Knew ya had it in ya." His eyes lingered on the dusting of dark curls, the tight, high-hung balls beneath, and the wet sheen clinging to the mushroom head of Noah's circumcised dick that's, in his opinion, built for a boy at just 14. "Just lookit ya—all hard 'n leakin' 'cause I looked. Bet ya never showed nobody else that pretty piece."

Noah stood rooted, shaking not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of Tyler's appraisal. His cheeks flamed crimson, yet he didn't shy away. "Yep... only you, big bro." he responded. His hands hovered uselessly at his sides as he fought the urge to cover himself.

Tyler grinned lazily, hands still gripping his belt buckle like reins. His Calvin Klein boxers hung low on his hips now, revealing the sharp V of his pelvis and a thick trail of sandy-blonde hair disappearing into shadow. "Lucky lil' bastard," he drawled. "Ain't no other boy in this town willin' to sneak behind the hay bales with ya." He paused, letting the isolation sink in. "Folks 'round here, when it comes to two fellas touchin'... they'll call it sickness, call it sinful. Ya'd be starin' at yer own fist 'til ya graduated, cryin' into yer pillow 'cause ya couldn't taste what ya crave. But me?" A dark, prideful smile touched his lips. "I ain't scared. I want to be yer first fellah. Want ya shakin' 'n beggin' right here. So yeah, baby brother... yer real fuckin' lucky it's me."

Noah smirked, the defiance sharpening his gaze. "Well then... yer move, big bro."

Tyler grinned—slow, dangerous, unhurried. He dropped to the edge of his unmade bed, the mattress springs groaning under his weight. His boots came off first: thick-soled, mud-caked leather thudding heavily onto the floorboards, dust motes swirling in the lamplight like startled ghosts. Then he stood up again, broad shoulders rolling as his fingers went to the brass buckle of his belt. A sharp snick was heard as it popped free. The leather strap slithered through denim loops with a low rasp.

The junior jock from high school unbuttoned his jeans shortly after. Next, the zipper came loose. Tyler tucked his thumbs into the waistbands of his Calvin Klein boxer underwear and pants. He pushed everything past his hips in a single smooth move, allowing the cloth to gather about his ankles. He kicked the twisted mass aside and stepped free.

And just like that, Tyler Aston stood nude in front of the little brother who lusted for him, bathed in the faint light of the setting sun coming through dusty curtains, with the stunning clarity of a lightning strike. With broad shoulders that tapered to a tight waist and thighs corded from countless farm tasks, the older teen's body was a landscape of hard-earned muscle. However, Noah's attention was drawn below. A large, circumcised cock with a bold upward curve and a deep, angry red color rested between Tyler's legs. This thick, mouthwatering peice of meat stood stiff against a thatch of sandy-blonde curls, an inch longer and thicker than Noah's, its conspicuous vein clearly pulsing along its underside. At the slit, pre-cum shone like dew on a grass blade.

Holy hot motherfuckin' hell! That's my big brother's dick... the same dick that nailed Veronica? It's— Noah's brain short-circuited as Tyler's grabs his own rapidly drooling hard-on with his hand and slaps it against his other palm. Pre-cum strings snap and splatter across Tyler's callused knuckles. The smell punches Noah hard—musky, salty sweat mixed with Tyler's unique Texan tang—like leather left out in summer rain. Noah can taste it on his own tongue, thick and metallic.

Noah sees white droplets spring up and flow as Tyler squeezes the plump mushroom head between thumb and forefinger. Then Tyler raises his sticky fingers to his lips slowly, like honey oozing from a spoon. Wicked and pink, his tongue protrudes, purposefully lapping at the muck. Noah lets his jaw drop. His mouth fills with drool, which drips hot over his bottom lip.

"Mmm," Tyler hums, eyes locked on Noah's face. "Fuckin' sweet. Lak lickin' pineapple juice off'a switchblade." He smirks, lets Noah watch him suck his thumb clean. "Bet ya wanna know what I taste like now, don't ya, lil' buck?"

The young brunet's mouth watered. Drool dripped thickly onto his chest. "Y-yes," he stuttered out, transfixed by Tyler's thumb sliding wetly over his own lips. "Wanna... wanna taste ya so fuckin' bad."

Noah dropped faster than a sack of feed, scrambling on bare knees across the rough floorboards. Up close, Tyler's rock-hard dick was a masterpiece of throbbing veins and flushed skin. The blonde teen himself dragged the slick head across his cheekbone, leaving a hot, sticky trail. The heat radiating from it was almost painful. "Lick," Tyler commanded, pressing the leaking slit to Noah's bottom lip. "Clean mah drip."

The younger boy obeyed, tongue darting out timidly. The first taste exploded on his palate—salt and iron. It was musky, potent, with a faint bitter touch that made his own cock twitch violently. A soft groan escaped him as he licked harder, swirling his tongue around the flared ridge. Tyler's hips jerked forward, forcing slick cockhead past Noah's parting lips. "There ya go," Tyler rasped, fingers tangling in Noah's hair. "Suck it gentle now. Show meh how bad ya wanted this."

The world became limited to taste, pressure, and heat. As Tyler led him, Noah flattened his cheeks and drew softly. His mouth was filled with warm, thick pre-cum. His eyelids fluttered shut as he swallowed avariciously. Oh man... I caint beleive I'm finally tasting cock... mah own straight brother's cock. And god his semen tastes so damn good on mah tongue. Salty-sweet... lak... lak caramel corn. This is so messed up, but fuck it, beats jerkin' off alone as always.

Like a tractor engine shifting into gear, Tyler let out a low rumble that began in his chest. He tightened his teeth and said, "Fuck... Noah..." in a lustful tone. His fingers gripped Noah's hair more tightly, drawing him in. "Right there... swallow it deep fah meh, lil' buck." Another inch of his big cock was forced past Noah's strained lips as his hips slid forward in a steady, purposeful stroke. "Christ Almighty... yer mouth feels so damn hot..."

Noah gagged slightly as Tyler's shaft bumped the back of his throat. Saliva dripped down his chin. He pulled back just enough to gasp for air, his eyes watering. "T-Ty... too deep..."

Mid-thrust, Tyler froze. In an instant, his hold on Noah's hair relaxed. "Shit! Shit, Noah—" With terrified eyes, he pulled Noah to his feet. "I'm sorry, fuck! went too far." His hands quivered as they framed Noah's face, his thumbs cleaning the younger boy's chin of pre-cum mingled with saliva. "God damn it, didn't mean ta shove ya down lak that."

Noah coughed, throat burning, but his eyes stayed locked on Tyler's cock—still slick, still dripping inches from his mouth. "S'okay," he rasped. "Jus'... surprised me."

But the spiked blonde Texan teen shook his head hard, jaw clenched. "Nah, it ain't okay. Told ya earlier I didn't wanna traumatize ya." His voice cracked. "Don't wanna... scare ya." He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. "Gonna go gentle, lil' buck. Promise."

Noah nodded slowly. Tyler's panic felt hotter than the shove down his throat. He leaned forward before Tyler could pull away, pressing his forehead against the older boy's thigh. "Know ya will," he murmured, breath ghosting over Tyler's wet shaft. Then, without waiting, he opened his mouth and took the head back inside—slow, deliberate, tongue swirling like his big brother taught him.

Tyler hissed through his teeth, hips jerking once—a reflex he clamped down on. His fingers slid back into Noah's hair, feather-light this time. "Attaboy. Easy... easy now," he breathed out, his other hand gripped the bedpost. "Good... damn, yer good. Ya were born fah this."

The trailer house creaked around them—wind rattling loose siding, fridge humming in the kitchen. Noah worked with aching slowness: suck, pull back, lick the slit clean. Taste bloomed again—salty sweat, musk, something faintly sweet taste of caramel corn beneath the bitterness.

Am I really doing this? he wondered, tongue tracing the pulsing vein under Tyler's skin. Suckin' dick—mah brother's dick—lak I ain't scared? Pride flared hotter than embarrassment. Tyler's broken gasp above him proved it. First time 'n I ain't choking lak some idiot. Learned fast. Faster than Ty thought I would. He hollowed his cheeks deeper, rewarded by Tyler's thigh muscles tense quivering against his temple. Made him shake. Made him groan. Ain't no porn star could've done better.

He tightened his embrace around Tyler's waist, anchoring himself against the whirlwind of sensations: the thick heat straining his lips, the coarse blonde curls teasing his nose, and the salty fragrance drowning his nostrils. His 14-year-old brother, buried into Tyler's hip bone, inhaled the seductive aroma of the blond hunk's skin as his tongue tore at the massive crown. Once more, pre-cum filled his mouth, but this time it was thicker, warmer, and more viscous. He swallowed avariciously.

Golly! Pours outta him lak syrup. The thought made him dizzy. Cause of me.

"Oooohhh... Noooahhh... T-That's it, buddy… fuck—" Tyler's voice was ragged gravel, vibrating through Noah's skull where he pressed against him. Noah felt the tremor in Tyler's belly. "Yer mouth… Christ, hotter'n a July barn." A rough palm stroked Noah's sweat-damp hair, possessive and approving. "Suckin' mah cock lak ya were born ta do it. Knew ya had talent." Tyler's fingers tightened just enough to sting. "Lookit ya… takin' me deep 'n sloppy… lovin' every damn inch." Another thick pulse hit Noah's tongue. "Sweet boy. My sweet, filthy lil' buck."

Noah moaned around him, the vibration drawing a sharp, shuddering gasp from Tyler.

"Feel that?" Tyler snarled. "Yer hummin' lak a bee drunk on nectar… Makes mah balls draw up tight." He moved slowly and deliberately forward, letting Noah experience the drag of his shaft. "S'all fer ya, baby brother. Every drop leakin' down yer throat… belongs ta ya." The older Aston's tone dropped to a raspy whisper as his fingertip touched Noah's spit-slice cheek.

Tyler's 6-inch hard-on throbbed against Noah's tongue, a heartbeat trapped in velvet steel. The praise—raw, hungry, drenched in lust—washed over Noah louder than the boom of Pa's tractor. The young brunet dreamed Tyler's voice saying those filthy words in the dark. Now here it was. Real!

Noah's own hips ground helplessly against air, his neglected dick aching, dripping onto the cold floorboards beneath him. He loves it. Loves me doin' this. The certainty burned brighter than shame. He sucked harder, desperate to pull more of that salty-sweet taste from Tyler, proof he was wanted. Needed. Finally good fer somethin' 'sides chores. Fer a straight guy, he enjoys havin' a fellah makin' him feel good. Better'n Veronica ever did.

The high school junior can hear his older sibling above him letting out sharp hitch of breath. Not a gasp, but a deep, shuddering intake, something he's familiar with when watching homosexual erotic videos. Tyler's muscles locked, iron tight, the thick vein beneath Noah's tongue pulsed wildly, signaling the inevitable rise. Noah felt it too, the tightening coiling low in Tyler's belly, the tremor running through the older boy's solid thigh muscles pressed against the temple.

Yes... he's getting close! Gonna swallow all his cum! Noah internally gasped, urgency flooding him. He begins sucking frantically, wanting to capture every rope of creamy white semen of the young man he looked up from childhood to now. He bobbed faster, lips stretched impossibly wide, tongue swirling beneath the swollen head.

Suddenly, Tyler's rough hands, gentle moments before, fisted hard in Noah's hair, yanking him back. The 17-year-old wrenched his cock free with a slick, wet pop, the swollen head leaving Noah's lips with a gasp. The brown-haired brother blinked, dazed, lips bruised and slick, staring up at Tyler's crimson face while rubbing his jaw that kinda hurt a bit from taking in almost full inches of his older boy's throbbing rod. Tyler himself was panting, sweat glistening on his chest, blue eyes dark and wild with barely restrained release. His cock stood so rigid that it can break a diamond, gleaming with saliva and pre-cum, pulsing angrily in the dim light.

Confusion knifed through Noah's haze of desire. "Ty?" he asked, his throat raw. "Why'dcha stop? I wasn't in pain... I wanted... I wanted ta finish ya off." Panic then touched his voice. "Did... did I hurt ya?"

Tyler sucked in another ragged breath, forcing himself still. "Shit, Noah," he groaned, sounding strained like frayed rope. "Ya were... Christ, ya got me ready ta blow so fast. Too damn fast." He shook his head, sandy hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He gripped his own cock at the base, holding himself back as a thick bead of cum welled at the slit and trickled down the shaft. "Don't wanna cum yet. Not like this."

Noah frowned, utterly bewildered. He wiped his slick chin, still kneeling between Tyler's spread thighs. "Why not? I really wanna feel ya explode inside meh."

"Yep." The taller teen swept over the weeping head of his cock, gathering the slickness. He looked down to his little brother's body, past his wet lips, down his heaving chest. His eyes landed unerringly on the furious neglected erection between Noah's legs, still jutting stiffly from his naked hips, flushed dark purple and glistening moist, a thin stream of pre-cum tracing a path down to his knee.

"Ya tasted mah love juice enough fer now, lil' buck. That boner of yers been beggin' fer mah attention 'n yer neglectin' it somethin' awful." Tyler's smirk was pure sin as he nudged Noah's chin toward his own straining flesh. "Time ta give yer pretty peice a turn."

Noah looks at his untouched 5 incher dripping steadily onto his thigh. He hadn't noticed the ache until Tyler pointed it out. "But... yer so close, Ty," he protested weakly, eyes flicking back to Tyler's drooling crown. "C'mon, lemme finish ya first."

"Rules, kid," Tyler growled, hooking two fingers under Noah's jaw to force eye contact. "Mah cock, mah rules. 'N rule number one? Ya don't getta make meh nut mah seed 'til I've watched you lose yer damn mind first."

The naked jock hauled his equally naked brother upright by his shoulders, ignoring the younger boy's startled gasp. Before Noah could protest—before he could even register the rough wood beneath his bare feet—Tyler dropped heavily to his knees. The sudden shift in height left Noah towering over his brother's bowed blonde head, vulnerable and exposed.

"No Ty, wait—" Tyler's rough hands slipped down Noah's quivering thighs as he stammered and instinctively jerked his hips forward. "Jus' lemme make ya—"

"Hush." Tyler commanded. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Noah's discarded boxer briefs, still tangled around his ankles, and yanked them off completely. Then Tyler's mouth covered his. It felt hot, insistent, with a taste of salt and desperation. Noah whimpered into the kiss, fingers scrabbling against Tyler's sweat-damp shoulders as his brother's tongue plundered deep.

Too soon, Tyler broke away, trailing scorching kisses down Noah's throat, across his collarbone, lower still, until breath hitched against the tight bud of Noah's left nipple.

Noah cried out, back arching as Tyler's tongue circled the sensitive peak, making rough, flicking strokes that sent electric jolts straight to his cock. "Christ, Ty—!"

Tyler sucked hard, teeth grazing just enough to sting, while his right hand slid possessively down Noah's belly. Fingertips traced the trail of dark curls below his navel, then curled around the base of Noah's aching erection.

With an 'O' shaped mouth, Noah's knees buckled forward into that rough grip. God, Ty's hand is so big, so tight. The slick slid of pre-cum eased the friction.

With his fingers tangled in Tyler's damp, perspiring hair, Noah moaned with pleasure. The combination of the rough rhythm on his cock and the moist heat on his nipple was intolerable. Next, Tyler's warm, hefty hand held his balls while his fingers traced the delicate seam behind.

"Yer little jewels feel ripe," Tyler growled, kneading gently. "Tight sack… lak ya been savin' up fer meh." His mouth abandoned Noah's chest, trailing kisses down his trembling belly, tongue dipping into his navel before moving lower still. The scratch of Tyler's stubble burned against Noah's inner thigh.

The grip on the homosexual 14-year-old's cock went rough, with Tyler's calloused fingers mapping the swell of his ass cheeks, spreading him gently. "Ty… I ain't… I ain't never—"

"Hush now," Tyler cuts him off. "Let big brother show ya how it's done." He ran his thumb nail slightly against the sensitive under-rim of his brother's mushroom head—a fleeting scratch that made Noah gasp and buck violently. Before the sting fully registered, Tyler gave the swollen head of the brunet boy's hard-on a single broad lick with his tongue, catching the bead of moisture.

Noah cried out, legs buckling, but Tyler's grip on his hips held him firm, with his low groan vibrating against his thigh. "Damn, kid... yer nectar's sweeter'n Aunt Margaret's watermelon wine." He commented with awe. He inhaled deeply, nose buried in dark public hair. "All fer meh." Then, without warning, Tyler opened wide and swallowed him whole, down to the hilt, throat working hard around him.

"OOOHHHH... T-TYYY..." Noah's scream ripped from his lungs - overloaded with pure, unfiltered shockwaves of pleasure that made him feel like he's in heaven. His slender cock vanished into Tyler's moist heat, buried deep to the root. The sensation was volcanic: suction tight as a pump seal, tongue swirling madly beneath the ridge of his head, hot throat muscles massaging his shaft.

Through blurry vision, Noah looked down. Seeing his heteroflexible brother's blonde head bobbing vigorously, those intense sky-colored pools rolled up to watch him, so hungry, proud and commanding, wrecked the younger Aston further. Drool escaped his own slack lips, tracing a wet path down his chin. But in this moment, he don't give a shit. Giddy elation surged through him, bright and blinding as sunrise over the wheat fields.

He's doin' it. My brother—my straight pussy-lovin' brother—is suckin' MAH dick! Really suckin' it! The impossible reality erased the shamed, burned away the loneliness. This wasn't just lust; it was vindication against every edgy conversations filled with homophobic slurs in the school hallways, every fearful night staring at the ceiling. Tears welled, not from sadness but from fierce, disbelieving joy. Ain't nobody else, he though deliriously, NOBODY ELSE could ever feel like this.

He didn't realize that his body was wobbling until Tyler's hands dug deeper into his ass cheeks, snapping him back to real life. "Stay up, buck!" he commanded, voice muffled around Noah's flesh.

"S-sorry!" Noah apologized. "I just... love the feelin' of yer tongue playin' with mah dick."

He jerked forward instinctively with each deep, rhythmic suck. Tyler's technique was rough, less polished than Noah's own careful ministrations, but devastatingly effective. Calloused fingers dug into Noah's ass, spreading him wider. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, punctuated by Tyler's muffled grunts and Noah's breathless moans. Sweat dripped from the younger brother's chin onto the oldest's forehead.

Yeah, baby bro probably ain't gonna last. Tyler thought around the thick shaft filling his mouth, tasting the frantic pulse beneath Noah's skin. The kid trembled like a new colt, choking on moans every time the blonde dragged his tongue hard along that sensitive vein underneath. He could feel Noah's balls tightening already, drawing up high against his body. First timer 'n I got him primed ta nut. Gotta make it count.

Tyler pulled off slowly, spit-slick lips dragging over Noah's weeping crown. He blew cool air across the wet tip. "Yer leakin' like a busted hose, lil' buck," Tyler said, thick thumb smearing pre-cum across Noah's swollen slit. "How close ya really?"

"D-damn close, Ty," Noah answered with want, fingers clawing at Tyler's shoulders. "Real fuckin' close!"

"Good." Tyler's grin was fierce. He dipped his head again, swallowing Noah down in one smooth slide, deep, deeper than before, until his nose pressed into wiry curls. He held there, throat working deliberately, a low, satisfied hum vibrating straight into Noah's core. The vibration broke Noah's composure. A ragged scream tore loose as his back arched violently.

Tyler felt it—the frantic twitch, the impossible heat flooding his mouth. He sucked harder, demanding every spurt, lips sealed tight as Noah bucked wildly against his face.

"GAH—TY, I'M—" The brunet's hoarse warning dissolved into a raw, shattered groan. FUUUUUUUUUCK! His fingers clenched in Tyler's hair as six thick ropes erupted deep into his brother's throat, hotter and sweeter than anything Tyler had ever tasted—richer than Veronica's, purer than his own. Tyler swallowed avariciously, the boy's desperation thickening the sticky warmth that covered his tongue like liquid honey.

Hell yeah, the 17-year-old thought, a fierce pride surging through him. Lookit him—explodin' like a damn rocket 'cause of me. Knew he'd be packin' a lot. Lil' buck shot his load clean down mah gullet. He kept sucking gently as Noah shook, milking him through the aftershocks, each shuddering pulse weaker but no less potent. The trailer seemed to hold its breath; only Noah's gasps and Tyler's low hum filled the room.

When Noah slumped forward, boneless against Tyler's shoulder, the older boy eased him back. His brother's eyes were glazed: wet, dazed pupils blown wide, and his lips parted as though frozen mid-scream. Tyler grinned, wiping spit-slicked chin with the back of his wrist. "There ya go. Ain't that better?" he murmured, thumb brushing sticky flakes off Noah's hipbone. "Toldja I'd make it worth the wait."

Noah just trembled, breaths ragged. He managed a nod. But curiosity pierced the haze—an anxious flicker in his dark eyes. "Ty… did…" He swallowed. "Did it taste… okay? Mah— mah stuff?"

The blonde Texan stood up towering over Noah, wiping his mouth deliberately with the back of his hand, eyes dark and gleaming. Kid's lookin' for a report card after blowin' his damn brains out.

"Taste?" Tyler chuckled, low and rough. "Boy, yer nectar ain't just 'okay'. S'like sugar syrup straight from the comb." He leaned in, pressing a possessive kiss to Noah's wet forehead, tasting salt and sweat. "Sweeter'n Veronica's pussy juice, that's fer damn sure."

Noah flushed crimson at the blunt praise—at the mention of Tyler's ex-girlfriend—but the floodgate had burst. Seeing his brother standing tall, lips still slick with him, Noah's spent body surged with adrenaline. Tyler had just given him stars, pain, laughter, everything! Noah needed to claim him back. Now!

With a fierce growl, Noah launched himself upward. Muscles coiled tight, he slammed into Tyler's bare chest, wrapping arms like iron bands around his brother's solid torso. Caught completely off-guard, the older boy staggered backwards with a sharp "Oof!", lost balance, and crashed hard onto the messy bed. Noah landed squarely on top of him, pinning Tyler beneath his skinny frame.

"What the—Noah!" Tyler exclaimed, stunned. Before he could wrestle free, Noah crushed their mouths together—hungry, clumsy, tasting himself on Tyler's lips. It wasn't gentle; teeth clacked, noses mashed. Noah kissed him like drowning salvation, fingers digging bruises into Tyler's shoulders, hips grinding down onto the solid hardness still straining beneath him.

Tyler froze beneath the frantic assault—momentarily paralyzed by the raw need radiating off his kid brother. Noah's kisses were voracious, messy, punctuated by desperate whimpers. Hot tears spilled onto Tyler's cheekbone.

"Mine," Noah gasped against his lips, voice thick and shaking. "Yer fuckin' hot body… all mine now, Tyler Aston. Been wantin' ta feel ya close to meh for so goddamn long. Ain't lettin' go." He buried his face against Tyler's sweaty neck, inhaling the musky scent deeply and clung tighter. "Jus' fer tonight… please. Lemme keep ya."

Tyler's stunned rigidity lasted only a heartbeat. Then, a low groan ripped from his throat as Noah's frantic hips rocked downward again, grinding hot skin against Tyler's painfully hard cock. The friction was electric. Rough hands snapped up, gripping Noah's hips hard—not pushing away, but anchoring him.

Christ Almighty... looks lak I've awakened the beast in him. Tyler thought while bucking upward instinctively against Noah's ass. The sensation ripped a ragged gasp from Noah; Tyler felt him shudder violently against his chest. "Yer hotter'n a damn branding iron 'n slicker'n creek mud." He tilted Noah's chin up with bruising fingers, eyes blazing blue fire into darkened brown ones. "But ya're gonna be sorry ya started this..."

His other hand slid down Noah's spine, tracing the muscle moist with sweat until his fingers cupped the firm curve of the high school freshman's ass cheek. Possessively squeezing. Testing his grip. Noah groaned with his late bloomer voice sounding lower than usual, hips jerking against Tyler's trapped cock. The mattress springs creaked sharply beneath their shifting weights.

"Ya want it all, don'tcha lil' buck?" Tyler breathed, forcing Noah's hips down harder against him, grinding deliberately. Noah cried out, eyes flying wide at the devastating friction. Tyler watched, satisfaction curling his lip. "Want yer big brother's cock buried deep?" He thrust upward, slow and purposeful, feeling Noah clench around nothing.

"YES!" The brunet yelled desperately. "Yes, I need ya… Ty… Need all of ya." He pressed his face against Tyler's chest, muffling his next words. "I love ya, Ty. I love ya so much... even more than a brother. Always have."

Tyler froze for a fraction of a second. The words landed like a gut punch. Then, the spiked-blonde brother's hand tightened brutally on Noah's hipbone. His free hand gripped the younger teen's dark-brown hair, hauling his head back until their eyes locked. Blue fire stared into drowning dark brown.

"Love?" Tyler smirked harshly. "Course ya do, dumbass. I'm yer damn initiation." Tyler bucked hard, lifting Noah's slight frame off the mattress momentarily. "Ain't nobody else given ya this, right? So yeah, Noah. I love ya too. As much as I love showin' ya whatcha been starvin' fer." He crushed Noah's mouth to his - less kiss, more claiming bite – tasting Noah's trembling surrender mixed with his own salt. "Now be quiet," he growled against bruised lips, hands already shifting Noah's hips sharply downward. "Yer beggin' fer somethin' messy."

The eldest of the naked duo rolled them hard, pinning Noah beneath his heavier frame—sheets tangled, springs shrieking. Noah went mouth agape, writhing against the sudden weight, Tyler's erection was a fully-erect brand against his hip.

Tyler spat thickly into his own palm and slicked his index finger thoroughly. His sky-blue eyes stayed locked on Noah's clouded brown ones as he pressed the damp pad against Noah's tight entrance—not pushing yet, just circling slowly, deliberately, teasingly.

Noah stiffened instantly, breath catching as Tyler traced the puckered ring, spreading it with fresh saliva. Then, with relentless pressure, Tyler pushed. The fingertip breached slowly, sinking past resistance into searing tightness, inch by agonizing inch, until Noah cried out sharply, his body arching off the mattress, legs clamping reflexively around Tyler's shoulders.

Tyler growled low, twisting his finger slightly, feeling the clenching muscle yield reluctantly. "Easy now," he said, pulsing deeper, stretching Noah wide enough for a second knuckle.

Noah whimpered in disbelief. Tyler's finger… INSIDE meh… The intrusion burned, stretched him impossibly, forcing a shuddered gasp. Saliva slicked the entry, easing the slide as Tyler worked deeper with deliberate shallow thrusts. The sensation was sharp, foreign—a tearing sting as his brother's finger breached virgin territory—but beneath it, a terrifying thrill ignited. He felt the older teen's calloused fingertip curl, searching blindly, rubbing against a spot deep inside that shot jagged electricity up his spine. Noah's hips jerked involuntarily upward, back arching off the mattress. "F-Fuck! Ty—that's—!"

Tyler grinned savagely, pressing the pad of his finger firmly against Noah's soft prostate. "There it is, bro," he murmured, watching Noah's face contort: eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. "Yer sweet spot." He crooked his finger sharply upward again, pumping against that spongy ridge. Noah's entire body spasmed violently, a startled cry tearing loose as pre-cum slicked his own neglected cock anew.

Meanwhile, Tyler's other hand slid down Noah's trembling thigh, guiding it higher over his shoulder. The shift opened Noah wider, exposing him fully as Tyler added a second spit-wet finger beside the first. Noah tensed harder, biting his lip bloody against the burn. Tyler pinned Noah's hips down firmly to the mattress, unrelenting, watching tears leak from the corners of the younger Texan boy's squeezed-shut eyes while his fingers pushed deeper, stretching the young teen to his limits.

"Shhhh," Tyler breathed, leaning close enough for his sweat to drip onto Noah's heaving chest. "Jus' takes it… fer me."

His roaming gaze snagged on his leather belt—discarded earlier near the bedpost. A low chuckle escaped him. Swiftly, Tyler snatched it up. Before Noah could blink, he folded the thick strap into a firm leather pad, pressing it between Noah's teeth. "Bite," he ordered.

Noah's tongue was suddenly flooded with the flavor of worn leather and dust. He responded instantly, gripping down hard as Tyler's fingers twisted deeper. The belt muffled a gagged shout into a guttural groan as the blonde-haired hunk ruthlessly scissored his fingers within him, stretching him mercilessly. Tyler's slow, vicious thrusts dragged beyond Noah's unprepared nerves, causing tears to flow freely. He inhaled frantic breaths through his nostrils, biting further into the belt with each blistering slide inward.

Tyler watched, mesmerized: Noah's throat working around the leather gag, ribs heaving beneath damp skin, the tendons in his neck corded tight as he endured. His fingers pumped steadily, relentless in their rhythm.

"Doin' good, bro," Tyler said, curling his fingertips upward again. "Yer takin' me so fuckin' good, lil' buck." He added pressure to Noah's prostate by rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves that made the horny boy neglected cock jerk and sputter fresh pre-cum onto his belly. Every tear, every muffled cry of pain mixed with stunned pleasure only deepened Tyler's predatory focus. His thumb stroked the juncture of Noah's thigh, feeling the tremors wracking the younger boy.

"Almost ready," Tyler murmured, withdrawing his fingers entirely—leaving Noah clenching around sudden emptiness, the belt falling slack from his lips as he gasped for air.

"Roll." Tyler's command sliced through Noah's daze. A rough slap landed on Noah's hip. "Git own yer knees 'n hands."

Noah moved sluggishly, limbs trembling as he obeyed. He pushed himself onto all fours atop the tangled sheets, back bowed, presenting himself fully. Tyler knelt behind him, running a broad, calloused palm approvingly over the curve of Noah's ass. He traced the reddened, stretched rim with a knuckle, making Noah flinch.

"This," the older Aston stated, leaning close, the heat of his cock pressing flat against Noah's bare thigh, "is gonna hurt ya somethin' fierce." His other hand gripped Noah's hip bone possessively. "Ya're still beggin' fer it?"

Noah turned his head, cheek pressed to the sheets. His voice was shredded. "Hell yeah... I've always wanted ya inside meh." He lifted his hips higher, exposing himself further. "Fill me up with yer manly spunk, big bro."

Good thing I got tested clean 'fore Veronica's fling, Tyler thought. The sense of relief was primal—no worries about diseases or pregnancies messing this up. Just raw, uncomplicated need between brothers. Being guys meant Noah couldn't carry any surprise burdens, letting Tyler plunge deep without hesitation. He'd always despised condoms, the plastic barrier stealing sensation, and knowing Noah was a virgin, completely untouched, meant zero risk beyond the inevitable stretch.

Tyler spit another wad onto his palm before sliding his hand furiously along the length of his painful erection. The friction burned—good burn—the spit cooling instantly across flushed, hot skin. He covered himself with slickness, spreading it from root to tip with harsh, effective strokes. Pre-cum combined with saliva, creating a sticky sheen that glistened under the dim bedroom light. He rubbed himself till every throbbing inch glistened wet and ready.

Positioning himself behind Noah, Tyler gripped his brother's hips hard enough to bruise. He pressed the throbbing phallus against Noah's loosened entrance, pushing without mercy, feeling resistance yield millimeter by millimeter. He moaned and gasped from feeling how tight Noah was getting while he begins to pant, making his way deep inside him.

Noah shouted out into the mattress, twisting the blankets. Tyler leaned forward, his chest pressing against Noah's arched spine, sweat dripping from skin to skin. Tyler paused, allowing Noah to adjust, and scraped his teeth lightly against Noah's shoulder blade. He breathed forcefully into his damp skin.

"Deep breath," The 17-year-old Texan commanded gruffly. Noah obeyed shakily, lungs expanding.

Then Tyler thrust, slow and unrelenting, plunging himself to the hilt. Noah yelled. The sensation was blinding: white-hot anguish and unimaginable fullness merged. Noah reflexively clenched around the intruder, and Tyler gasped as the sudden pressure squeezed him.

"Fuck," Tyler exclaimed, pressing his hips against Noah's ass. "Tighter'n a damn vise." He stayed buried deep, allowing the younger child to breathe, feel, and adapt. The first-born Aston boy rocked slowly, barely drawing out before pressing deeply again. Each small movement rubbed against tingling nerves, coaxing Noah's body open inch by inch.

Noah sobbed quietly, his broken voice muffled by his own arm. "Mhmm... Tyler..."

Tyler gently kissed his spine. "Fuck... lovin' my cock, baby?" he muttered, his hips still making minute circles. "Ooh... Hunnh... Oh yeah,"

When Noah relaxed (just slightly), Tyler withdrew halfway. Noah gasped at the loss. Then Tyler slammed back in, harder, all at once. This time, Noah bucked violently against him, mouth open in a silent cry.

Tyler held him firm, buried deep. "Again?" He growled against his brother's ear.

Noah nodded frantically against sweat-soaked sheets. So Tyler obeyed: withdrawing smoothly, then driving into him fierce and fast, snapping hips forward without pause. The slap of skin echoed off the trailer walls. Noah shuddered, groaning Tyler's name like a prayer, body shaking uncontrollably. He felt so... happy with this. No, not happy. Overjoyed is the term.

Having his own brother being his first is better than any dream he ever had. Better than watching Tyler lifting weights shirtless. Better than touching himself thinking about Tyler. Better than having to face a low chance any guy at their high school would be interested in him. Better than anything!

Tyler established a vicious rhythm—short, pounding thrusts that propelled Noah forward until his knees scorched against the blankets. He tightened his grasp on Noah's hips, dragging him backward with each thrust. The friction was molten, lighting Noah up from within. Every smack impacted the region Tyler's fingers had tickled, and Noah shouted out as sparks flared behind his eyelids. He arched desperately, resisting Tyler's thrusts and pursuing the feeling.

"Feelin' it?" The muscled jock growled. He rubbed his thumb possessively over Noah's hipbone as he fucked him deeper, deeper—his balls slapping against Noah's no-longer virgin ass.

"Yeah!" Noah moaned loudly, tears streaming anew. "Don't stop!" He pushed back harder, grinding onto Tyler's cock with abandon. The pleasure-pain burned—blissfully intense—and Tyler's low grunts echoed in his ear: primal, approving sounds that made Noah shudder violently. He felt owned, every thrust sealing Tyler's claim. His spent cock twitched weakly against his stomach, slick with spit and pre-cum.

Tyler shifted suddenly, wrapping one muscular arm around Noah's chest. He hauled him upright and Noah's back was pressed against Tyler's torso, without pulling out. The older teen's free hand slid down Noah's trembling belly, gripping his leaking cock firmly.

"Does yer lil' buddy need help?" Tyler chuckled against his brother's ear. Without waiting for an answer, he hand slithered towards Noah's shaft and gave it a rough squeeze. "Big bro will make it better."

Noah groaned, arching backward into Tyler's chest as his brother's cock pushed inside. "P-Please...!"

Tyler continued to thrust rapidly upward and pump Noah's cock with firm, possessive strokes. His thick length battered Noah's prostate ferociously from within while his hand ran fire along his sensitive shaft. "Feel that?" He growled. "That swollen lil' button beggin' fer attention?" He applied measured pressure once more, making Noah's cockhead cry pre-cum once more.

Noah tilted his head back against Tyler's shoulder, eyes rolling at the dual assault. "Ty... yer gonna..." He slurred out, eyelids fluttering. "... make me cum..." He trembled violently. "... again?"

Tyler grinned savagely at that sweet question. His thrusts grew deeper, brutal. "Oh, yer gonna cum alright, lil' buck," he rasped against Noah's sweat-slicked temple. "Harder'n yer lil' handjob fantasies." He squeezed Noah's shaft firmly at the base, keeping him bursting at the edge.

Suddenly, Tyler twisted violently. With a grunt of effort, he flipped them both mid-thrust. His broad back landing flat on the mattress while Noah gasped sharply, straddling his big brother's lap, the eldest's cock still buried deep inside him. Noah instinctively locked his legs around Tyler's hips.

Tyler ignored Noah's stunned expression. He was fixed on the tall rectangular mirror leaning crookedly against his closet door—a relic rescued from the garage sale. Its frame reflected them: two sweat-glossed bodies pressed flush together. Tyler grinned lazily at their blurred reflection. "Look," he commanded roughly. "Look at ya ridin' big bro."

Noah obeyed. His dark chocolate eyes widened at the sight: Tyler beneath him, muscles coiled taut, dirt-tan skin stark against the rumpled sheets. The brunet boy's own lean frame arched backward, spine curved sinuously, while the blonde boy's arm was wrapped possessively across Noah's chest. One thick forearm pressed into the said 14-year-old's ribs, holding him upright.

Noah's heart clenched at the image: Tyler's face tilted to watch him, mouth parted, blue eyes blazing. He felt Tyler's cock pulse inside him, stretching deep. He lifted one trembling arm backward, wrapping it around Tyler's thick neck, fingers tangling in sweat-damp hair. Anchoring himself.

"I see..." Noah nods slowly, mesmerized. His reflection showed flushed cheeks, swollen lips, broken defiance. Tyler's reflection smirked back—wild, untamed approval in his eyes. Noah rocked weakly downward, grinding onto Tyler's cock. The slide was effortless now. He watched Tyler's free hand drift downward beneath them. "W-What're ya–?"

"Helpin'," Tyler cuts him off with an answer. His calloused fingers found Noah's slick shaft again—still hard despite earlier release. He squeezed the base harder. "Ya wantin' it?" Tyler dragged Noah's hips backward slowly, teasingly, letting Noah feel every inch pulling out. Then slammed upward, hilting himself again.

Noah cried out at the sharp ascent. "YES!"

Tyler watched Noah's reflection tremble wildly to his beat while grinning brutally at the mirror. He shouted, "Aw, hell yeah," as his spit-covered palm brutally pumped Noah's cock while his hips sprang upward savagely. "A desperate little slut yer big brother's cock. Feel it?" His balls slapped Noah's ass as his thrusts became more intense. "Hhahh.. Gahh... Feel how deep I own ya?"

Noah's answering groan tore through the humid air. His fingernails scraped down Tyler's sweat-slicked forearm as the pleasure coiled unbearably tight. "T-Ty..."

Tyler's wolfish grin widened in the smudged reflection with wild pride blazing in his eyes. Suddenly, he snarled—half-command, half-animal hunger—and heaved both of them upright in one violent motion. His sock-covered feet slammed flat on the floorboards beside the bed that's over the rug, forcing Noah to straddle him fully. Tyler kept pistoning upward into Noah's clenching warmth while Noah's legs locked convulsively around his waist.

Face-to-face with the mirror now, Tyler watched Noah's eyes fly wide at the jarring shift—their reflections blurring as Tyler's thrusts turned punishingly deep and fast. Sweat flung from Tyler's brow onto the dusty glass. "Oooh yeah... fuuuck... Fuckin' perfect," Tyler growled between pleasured groans, his palm tightening brutally on Noah's leaking cock. "Watch yerself... hahh.. come apart fer me."

Noah couldn't look away. In the mirror, he saw Tyler's jaw clench, veins corded in his neck, blue eyes locked on Noah's unraveling expression. Ahaww... fuck... this is so damn hot! It's makin' me wanna... Gahh FUCK! Gettin' close! Caint hold it in any longer! That raw focus punched through Noah's last shred of control.

"GONNA—" he can't finish the last sentence.

"DO IT!" Tyler roared. "AARGH! GETTIN' CLOSE TOO!"

A thunderous cry ripped from Tyler's throat: "FUUUUUUUUUCK!", unleashed as one final drive buried him impossibly deep. Hot jets erupted. "AHHHWWW NOAAAAHHHH! OH GOD...! I'M NUTTIN'... OOOOOOHHH! TAKE YER BIG BROTHER'S SEED!"

"AAAAHHHHHHW TYLER! TY! AAAAAHHH... SHIT!" Noah screamed, clawing his athletic older brother's forearm as Tyler's thick cock pulsed violently inside him, pumping seed deep into his slick walls.

Tyler arched hard, spine curling, hips grinding into Noah's ass while he rutted blindly, thick ropes flooding Noah's trembling channel. The sheer heat, the guttural snarls tearing from Tyler's lungs—that wild, unbroken rhythm was exactly what Noah craved.

"AAHH... HAAAHH...!" Noah moaned, hips bucking violently as blinding ecstasy tore through him.

Tyler's grip jerked Noah's cock upward, aiming sloppy thrusts toward the tilted mirror. "H-HOLY SHIT!" Tyler gasped, surprised as the second-born Aston boy's release erupted in thick, pearly ropes that splattered the grimy surface. Rope after rope hit the glass—painting streaks across their blurry, panting reflections.

Noah convulsed, emptying himself against the reflection of Tyler's sweat-streaked face beneath him.

Their bodies collapsed backward onto the damp sheets. Noah gasped for air, Tyler's softening cock still lodged inside him, warm stickiness leaking onto his thigh. Silence swallowed the room. Only their ragged breaths echoed, sharp whistles in Noah's throat, low rumbles in Tyler's chest. Outside, a coyote howled until the sound faded. Tyler's arm remained locked around Noah's ribs.

Panting harshly, Tyler shifted. He hauled his hips backward, pulling out inch by sticky inch. A muffled whimper escaped Noah at the sudden emptiness, a slick trail marking Tyler's exit. The humid air cooled the exposed flesh instantly. Noah trembled, Tyler didn't move far. The older teen rolled sideways, sprawling his sweat-slicked frame flat on the mattress and dragging Noah roughly against him—stomach-to-back, skin welded by drying sweat. An unexpected tenderness bloomed in the stillness.

Tyler pressed a rough kiss against Noah's damp temple... gentle, despite the salt sting. "Yer a natural, a'right," he murmured, voice raspy and spent. "Lak ya was born fer it." A pause hung thick between them. Tyler nudged him slightly. "Ya alright, baby bro?" His tone held low concern, scraping against Noah's exhaustion.

Noah burrowed deeper into Tyler's heat, eyelids fluttering shut. A sluggish, dopey smile spread across his face—pure contentment in the curve of his lips. The adrenaline crashed, replaced by a heavy, sated fatigue weighing down his bones. His breathing softened into shallow huffs against Tyler's skin.

"Mmmph... Ty?" Noah slurred, the words thick with exhaustion. "Thanks... fer..." A yawn swallowed half the sentence. "... makin' me... yours." He nuzzled Tyler's collarbone blindly. "Love ya... so much."

Tyler chuckled softly in response, the rumble vibrating through Noah's spine still pressed against his chest. He wrapped an arm tighter around Noah's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. A dry kiss landed on Noah's temple, salt tang clinging to Tyler's lips.

"Yeah," replied the 17-year-old, his voice scraped raw but unexpectedly tender. His thumb brushed Noah's jawline almost reverently. Not tracing, just resting. "Love ya too, lil' buck. More than this desert shithole does. Someone had t'finally..." A sardonic twist curled his lips. "... water one thirsty queer." The crude tenderness struck deep—no euphemism, just truth sharp as cactus needles.

Beyond the grime-streaked windows, dusk bled into true night. Outside, the Texas sky deepened to bruised purple, swallowing the last crimson streaks. Cicadas began their rasping chorus, rising like static punctuated by the distant lowing of cattle. Inside, Noah was becoming more drowsier whilst laying against Tyler's shoulder. The oldest of the duo himself stared out, unblinking. Through the gap in the curtains, he watched the pinprick lanterns flicker to life on the distant oil derricks, fireflies crawling across the horizon. He then shifted his attention, from Noah's slack mouth, past the damp sheet tangled around his hips, to the mirror reflecting streaks of drying semen like ghostly graffiti against their twilight-stained limbs.

Noah stirred slightly, eyelids fluttering without opening. A drowsy "Ty..." escaped him as his fingers tightened unconsciously on Tyler's forearm. He nestled deeper, seeking the solid heat of his brother's body. Soft hair tickled Tyler's chin as he felt Noah's heartbeat flutter beneath his palm. The rhythmic cadence, paired with Noah's deepening breaths, resonated against Tyler's ribs, a wordless lullaby echoing amidst the stillness.

Without needing instruction, Tyler began to rock. It started as a subtle sway—hips shifting minutely beneath the sheet tangled around them. He remembered this motion, bone-deep. How Noah, barely tall enough to clutch his shirt, would crawl into little Ty's bed after nightmares or during thunderstorms, hiccupping softly. Slowly, steadily, Tyler increased the tempo—a gentle oscillation against the mattress springs. His arm slid lower, settling across the small tyke's stomach, anchoring him. He pressed his lips to Noah's temple and breathed a single syllable: "Shhh…"

"Shhh, lil' buck," Tyler murmured into Noah's hair, velvet-soft against his lips. The rocking deepened, dust motes danced in moonbeams struggling through the curtains. Tyler hummed low in his chest, a tuneless drone, vibrating against Noah's spine. He recalled the exact pressure—just enough to quell toddler tremors. Noah's fingers unclenched. A limp palm pressed flat to Tyler's hipbone, skin-to-skin warmth bleeding through. Tyler curved his body tighter, shielding Noah's from the room's chill.

Noah's breathing slowed further, sinking into a thick syrup rhythm as Tyler's rocking became instinctual. He didn't stop humming that low, wordless drone against Noah's temple, the vibration traveling through bone and flesh until Noah's muscles went liquidly slack. The ache in Noah's thighs melted away, replaced by a drifting sensation. He felt the exact moment sleep swallowed him, a slackening jaw against Tyler's collarbone, eyelids sealing shut like stones sinking into mud.

The blonde-haired jock remained fixed on the oil-derrick lanterns flickering in the distance as the tiny angry stars begin to decorate Texan sky. He wouldn't sleep.. not yet. Not while Noah's thighs still twitched every few breaths, aftershocks humming beneath soft skin. The quiet stretched. Only Noah's soft snores filled the room now—a boyish puffing—and Tyler's own rough breathing.

Tyler stirred when sunlight cut through the slats, creating stripes across his face. His lips curled into a sluggish smile, the ghost of a dream still clinging to him. The new head cheerleader, Carolyn Ramsey, appeared in his muscular arms, snuggling against his chest before she got down on her knees in the locker room shower tiles, her pecan-brown hair glistening wet. Her red and gold uniform top soaked through as her lips wrapped around his swollen 6-inch member as she expertly rolled her breasts around his shaft. His male teammates roared with approval from adjacent stalls, some clapped while others yelled: "Ramsey's finally gettin' some Aston meat!" and "Squeeze that cannon, Carolyn!".

Then wetness pooled abruptly against his thigh—real wetness—and something warm weighed heavily against his leg.

Yanking the sheet down, Tyler froze. Noah lay curled against him, flushed cheek pressed hard against Tyler's hip. His little brother's fingers curled loosely around Tyler's flushed shaft, sticky-slick from tip to base. Milky streaks smeared Noah's chin and chest like grotesque war paint. Holy hell, Tyler thought numbly. Kid sucked me dry while I was dreamin' bout Carolyn? The betrayal twisted sickeningly alongside arousal, Tyler's cock pulsed weakly beneath Noah's slack grip.

A low growl built in Tyler's chest. He'd drawn the line yesterday in the living room: ONE time, and that's it!

Boundaries set firm as barbed wire. Yet here lay Noah, soaked in Tyler's seed, sleeping peacefully as if he'd tamed the devil himself. Possession warred with fury. I done told the boy yesterday that we're doin' this ONE TIME, but he sure as hell didn't listen! The older teen's jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth. But then, a slow, wicked grin spread across his face: raw mischief blooming like cactus flowers after rain. He remembered Noah, age five, refusing to budge from Ty's bed on some mornings, burying himself in the blankets. Tyler's solution had always been primal.

Silently, Tyler shifted. He gathered the sweat-damp sheet tangled around Noah's hips, pulling it upward like drawing a shroud. Then, with deliberate slowness, he tucked the fabric tight around Noah's shoulders and beneath his chin, cocooning him in a cotton prison. Noah stirred faintly, brow furrowing, but didn't wake. Tyler rolled slightly onto his side, facing Noah's trapped form. He hoisted the corner of the sheet near Noah's face like a tent flap. A deep, purposeful inhale filled his lungs—beans from last night's chili bubbling low in his gut.

... Then he let it rip.

PPPPPFFFFFFHHHHHHHH!

A thick, guttural rumble vibrated against the mattress, hot and heavy. The stink hit instantly—rotten eggs and swamp gas—filling the sheet-tent.

Noah jerked awake, eyes flying wide, pupils dilating in panic as sour heat flooded his nostrils. A muffled scream tore through the sheets. "TYLER!" His limbs thrashed wildly beneath the blanket, punching at Tyler's flesh like a trapped animal. The stench punched thicker, hotter—invasive and cruel. The younger brother gagged violently, scrambling backwards until his head burst free of the covers. He gasped air like a drowning man, tears streaming anew. "FUCKIN' HELL, IT STINKS! LET ME OUT!"

The muscled blonde Texan erupted in rough, breathless laughter, watching Noah tear free from the sheet in a frenzy, coughing and sputtering as he tumbled gracelessly off the mattress onto the cool floorboards.

Tyler pushed himself upright, still chuckling, the morning light catching the sweat-sheen on his bare chest. Noah glared up from the floor, rubbing his nose fiercely, tear tracks cutting through the dried white streaks on his cheeks. "WHY YA FUCKIN' LUNATIC!" He hollered, sleep fading into anger and disgust. "YA THINK THIS IS FUNNY!? I COULD'VE SUFFOCATED!"

Tyler smirked down at him—vengeance served rancid and warm. "Well, Mr. Cock-slurpin' buckaroo, consider it payback," he rumbled, stretching lazily. "Fer breakin' yesterday's deal... and fer firin' up a grenade in mah sleep." He nodded pointedly at Noah's sticky chin.

Noah scrambled to his feet, jabbing an indignant finger towards Tyler. "YER the one who started it!" he sputtered, face crimson. "Half past three, ya started thrashin'! Kept moanin' 'Carolyn... suck it... harder, Carolyn...' while yer fist was pumpin' yer own damn cock!" Noah's voice cracked with frustrated memory.

"Ya woke me up jerkin' yerself raw! When ya wouldn't stop beggin' fer her mouth..." He gulped, shame warring with defiance. "... I figured... hell, I am thirsty. 'n I wanted ya satisfied. So I ducked under the blanket... pretended I was her." He wiped furiously at his stained mouth. "'n yeah, I wanted more... Sorry."

Tyler stared, stunned silent. The dream came flooding back—Carolyn's phantom lips replaced by Noah's desperate heat. His anger evaporated, replaced by bewildered gratitude. A low chuckle escaped him. "Should I be pissed?" he mused, scratching his stubble thoughtfully. He looked at the evidence of his own release smeared across his little brother's skin. A slow, appreciative grin spread. "But damn, kid... ya delivered. Best damn wet dream finish I ever had."

He patted the mattress beside him. "C'mere. Ain't mad. 'n... thanks."

Noah hesitated—raw disbelief flickering across his face. Then, tentatively, he crawled back onto the bed, lowering himself stiffly onto Tyler's chest. The jock's arms wrapped around him instantly, pulling him close despite the drying mess between them. The ridiculousness of forgiving a morning fart-attack after forbidden midnight worship hung thick and silent in the sunlit room. Tyler rested his chin atop Noah's head, breathing in the scent of sweat and spent youth. Forgiveness felt surprisingly warm.

"Ya could've shook me awake," Noah mumbled against Tyler's shoulder, waving a hand to disperse the lingering sourness of Tyler's payback fart. "Instead ya stunk up mah face like we was kids again, ya damn lunatic. What if I choked?"

Tyler just chuckled with satisfaction. "Where's the fun in shakin'?" His palm slid possessively down Noah's spine. "Ya refused to get off mah bed—fat-sleep like a damn hibernatin' possum after spendin' the night. Ya earned that stink bomb. Besides... today's revenge tastes best served hot. Solidified mah deal-breaker. One. Time. Done."

Noah shifted against him, pressing his sticky cheek deeper into the damp hollow of Tyler's collarbone. "Still... I'm sorry," he whispered, voice muffled. "For breakin' yer rule." A tremor ran through him—part exhaustion, part leftover adrenaline. His eyes flickered upward, catching Tyler's eyes. "But Ty... Christ... ya looked so goddamn hot," he sighed. "Twistin' the sheets... jaw clenched... fist pumpin'. Heard ya whimper Carolyn's name, felt yer body beggin'. Couldn't just... watch ya suffer. Couldn't resist."

The older teen stared down, unblinking. "Suffer? Shit, kid, that Carolyn fantasy feels more lak paradise. But you, Noah? You delivered the finale." He snorted softly. "Ya saw hellfire and dove right in. Guess Carolyn owes ya one helluva thank-you note. Spared her jaw a workout."

A long silence stretched. Noah traced a finger through the drying mess on Tyler's collarbone. "Ty...?" His voice cracked like parched earth. "What happens when ya turn eighteen? When ya leave this house? Ain't gonna be... no one." He swallowed hard. "No one who knows me lak you do. Who accepts... this." He gestured vaguely between their sticky bodies. "I... I wish more guys down he-yah were lak ya. Wish more boys at school'd be open and look at me lak ya do... even if ya're straight. At least not lookin' lak they'd spit own ya fer lookin' at 'em sideways. Three more years 'til graduation... stuck in this homophobic shithole?"

He shuddered, pressing closer. "Worse... what if Ma 'n Pa sniff it out? Find out?" Fear widened his hazel eyes. "'n ya ain't he-yah?" His whisper was raw. "Ya know Pa talks 'bout them 'fairy boys' from Dallas... 'n Ma... she cried fer a week when cousin Jenny dyed her hair purple. They ain't gonna understand." Panic edged his voice. "What if they send meh to Pastor Jeff? Or kick meh out?"

Tyler's arms tightened, pulling Noah firmly against his chest. "Listen," he rumbled. "First off, I ain't vanishin'. College ain't Mars. I'll be a call away. Always." He hooked a finger under Noah's chin, lifting it until their eyes met. "Second? Screw the idiots at school. Ya hear me? Screw 'em all. Ya got grit, Noah Aston. More'n any'a them sheep. Ya survived 'til now, hidin' in plain sight. That takes steel."

He paused, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "As fer Ma 'n Pa..." Tyler exhaled slowly, recalling supper arguments and Pa's Bible-thumping rants. "... Yeah. They ain't exactly... enlightened. But they love ya. Deep down, past the bullshit. We'll figure that bridge when we cross it. Together."

"Do ya... ya promise?" Noah's voice was small, fingers clutching Tyler's forearm. "Promise ya'll be there? If... if it all blows up? If they kick me out? If school finds out 'n all hell broke loose? Ya'll have mah back? Like... like a real big brother should?"

"Swear it on my pickup," The blonde-haired brother vowed instantly, knuckles brushing Noah's cheek. "Ain't never leavin' ya twistin' in the wind. But Noah—" His grip tightened, eyes locking onto his brother's. "What happened last night... that stays buried. Deep. Ain't nobody's business but ours. Ever. Ya understand?"

Noah nodded solemnly, throat tight. "'Course," he whispered. Then, a flicker of dark humor lit his gaze—uncharacteristic and sharp. "But what if..." A sly smirk tugged at his lips. "... twenty years from now, yer kid—mah nephew—taps ya on the shoulder? Looks ya dead in the eye 'n says, 'Pa? I'm gay.'" Noah snorted softly. "Ya gonna tell 'im 'bout... this? 'Bout how his daddy helped his uncle Noah... practice?"

Tyler choked on spit, coughing violently. "Jesus wept!" He wiped his mouth, glaring at Noah with exasperated disbelief. "Ya think I keep a fuckin' diary?" He gestured wildly at the semen-streaked sheets. "This shit ain't goin' in the family Bible! Hell naw!" He shoved Noah's shoulder lightly. "Ya twisted little shit."

The younger Texan grinned—a genuine, impish flash that crinkled his eyes. "Just checkin'," he murmured, unrepentant.

Before Tyler could retaliate, the blonde brother's phone buzzed against the nightstand. He snatched it up, groaning as he read the screen. "Shit. It's Ma. Says they hit traffic near Amarillo. Reckon they'll be home 'round noon." He tossed the phone aside. "Got us 'bout… four hours."

Noah didn't move. He stayed plastered against Tyler's side, but his posture shifted subtly, shoulders softening, head tilting. "Four hours," he echoed, voice feather-light. His palm slid slowly down Tyler's abdomen, fingers tracing the trail of coarse hair leading southward. The 17-year-old's cock twitched, betraying him. "Plenty o' time," Noah whispered, batting his lashes upward. "Ty…?"

Tyler snorted, trying to sound stern. "Seriously? One time wasn't enough? Ya greedy pup." He pushed Noah's hand away weakly. "Deal was one."

Noah whimpered a high, needy sound deep in his throat, and dropped his chin onto his chest. His hazel eyes widened impossibly, shimmering with unshed tears. Pupils dilated, pleading. Like a kicked puppy left out in the rain. A tremor ran through his lower lip. "Please, Ty?" he begged, nuzzling Tyler's shoulder blade with desperate innocence. "F-feels… empty."

Tyler stared. Damn kid knew exactly which buttons to push. The whimper vibrated straight into his groin. Heat surged through him, undeniable. His cock thickened rapidly under Noah's pleading gaze. "Christ Almighty," Tyler growled, scrubbing a hand over his face. He felt his resolve melt like ice in July.

"Fine," he bit out, rough with surrender. "Fuck one time." He yanked Noah closer. "Get under."

Noah scrambled beneath the sheet like a prairie dog diving into its burrow. The covers tented as he slithered downward. Tyler hissed as hot, wet suction engulfed him instantly. Noah was going at it with Tyler's cock once again. Above, Tyler groaned, hips jerking upward. His fingers tangled in Noah's crew-cut hair, guiding him deeper, faster.

Tyler arched his back, head thrown back into the pillow. "Fuck yes," he rasped, pushing Noah's head down.

The young brunet gagged, then relaxed, taking Tyler deeper until his nose pressed against Tyler's pelvis. The older brother felt the frantic bob of Noah's head, the desperate suction pulling him toward the edge. Noah's hands gripped Tyler's thighs, anchoring himself as he worked.

Lucky, Noah thought. So damn lucky.

Other guys in this town had brothers who'd beat 'em bloody for this. But Tyler? Tyler was… different. Twisted, maybe. Perverted in the best ways. Willing to break every rule for him. God, he loved Tyler fiercely... more than a brother should, maybe. But here, beneath scratchy sheets, tasting Tyler's salt and sweat, Noah didn't care. This was everything.

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