Jamie awoke from one of the most pleasurable wet dreams he'd had in a while. It was almost as if he could still feel his dream-version of Charlie still sucking on his cock. God, he thought, how did he get so big?
He replayed the events in the locker room a bit differently, where Charlie stopped Jamie to confess his love. They made out in Jamie's dream; Charlie nearly engulfing his slender body with such a ginormous frame. He found it even hotter that a burly football stud like Charlie was going down on him.
His dream shifted and now HE was the big man on campus, caressing Charlie's head while it bobbed up and down on his tool. Charlie was back to his old, nerdy self. His small hands clinged to Jamie's cock and massaged it furiously while his mouth could barely reach past the head.
Jamie kept his eyes closed to enjoy the lingering feelings of bliss a bit longer, but instead the intensity of his lust grew even stronger! He moaned and bucked his hips. Jamie soon realized that the wet feeling around his penis was not just from the dream, and his eyes snapped open in alarm when his hips couldn't buck because he felt a heavy, crushing weight on his thighs.
He looked down and saw Timmy looking back at him with a mouthful of his cock. His brother's bright blue eyes gazed at him, as if waiting for something to happen, then looked back down to focus on the task at large.
Jamie shuddered as the memories from last night came rushing back to him, and his throbbing member pulsed even stronger in Timmy's mouth. He felt like he was going to explode! But this was wrong! He tried to stop but he couldn't move a muscle.
"Wha- Timmy, what are you- aaaugh," Jamie groaned and tried to buck his hips again, but his legs were clamped down by his little brother's hands. He dared to look back down at Timmy, and instantly regretted it. His brother's once-cherubic face was flanked by freakish traps and neck muscles, rounded off by two enormous bowling ball-shaped shoulders. His biceps twitched against his forearms that fought for space while holding those twig-like legs down.
"Mmmph," Timmy replied. He wrapped his lips tighter and pulled slowly up to the head, then plunged all the way down to the base. Jamie writhed in ecstasy.
When did he learn to do this, Jamie thought. Although Timmy's technique was inexperienced, Jamie couldn't tell as he'd never even received a blow job before, and it didn't take much to bring him to the edge.
"Timmy, unh, stop. I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum!" Timmy reeled back suddenly, drool and pre-cum dangling from his mouth. He looked back at Jamie with a frown.
"You want me to stop?" He leaned closer to his brother and bounced his gargantuan pecs. Jamie's eyes widened as his prick was dwarfed by two huge mounds of raw muscle. Timmy leaned even closer, inches away from his big brother's face.
"Why should I stop, 'big' brother?" His new and manly voice emphasized "big" with a hint of playfulness, like this was all a game. He grinned and swung the final blow to Jamie's morality; his sweaty pecs wrapped around his brother's cock and bounced together in rhythm.
"I'm- I'm... cumming!" Jamie screamed. But his voice was quickly muffled as his little brother thrusted forward for a kiss. Jamie's cum splattered all over Timmy's masculine chin and neck, dripping down his chest. His hips tried to buck wildly but only managed to wiggle around and prolong his orgasm.
4. 5. 6. Jeez, he kept cumming and didn't seem to be slowing down. He'd never even come close to this many shots when masturbating.
Jamie's mind spun and he lost count of how long he ejaculated. Timmy helped by kissing him harder, pushing his tongue into Jamie's mouth and dominating it. Jamie had to look up at Timmy's eyes that pierced down at him. Was it mischief in that look? Cockiness? Satisfaction? Jamie closed his eyes again and moaned as Timmy's tongue thrusted in and out, nearly filling his entire mouth with a wet, hot sensation.
As Jamie started to wind down from one of the hottest orgasms yet, Timmy gently pulled his mouth away and cocked his head to the side. "Good morning, bro." Jamie recognized when his brother would always make that expression when he was confused or waiting patiently to ask a question. His body spasmed one last time at the thought of this. This... mega hunk of a man, who was probably bigger than some of the jocks at school after last night's growth spurt, was his little brother.
Jamie sighed in response, but it turned into a whimper when he felt something pushing against his limp dick. No, that wasn't the pecs.
"Are ya hungry?" Timmy cooed, the same way Jamie would speak to him before yesterday. A fat, red prick pushed against Jamie's and wedged itself between the recently-occupied pec crevice. The head was as thick as Jamie's wrist and started to form a quarter-sized dollop of pre-cum.