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[photoguy]

This one goes out to the bi guys. I switched the VP character to Stacy so we could at least get descriptions of Matt. For the gay fellas, never fear. Don’t want to spoil anything yet, but we might have some new players cumming to join our freaky little game soon...
 

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Fraternal Part 5: A Little Less Conversation

 

Stacy pulled the old polo shirt down over her full breasts, her nipples clearly outlined through the washed-out, tight fabric. Her grapefruit sized tits stretched the soft material, on full display. Since she was strictly forbidden from buying or owning anything remotely “sexy” she had to make her own sexiness at home. With her huge, firm breasts, shimmying into an old shirt usually did the trick. 

 

She gazed at herself earnestly in the mirror, appraising what she saw. Not bad for a girl with no (official) access to makeup or hot clothes - she looked pretty good. Her thick auburn hair hung down in large waves, falling in a shining waterfall down her back. Her hazel eyes flashed, her lightly tanned skin glowed with health and vitality. Naturally pink cheeks and red lips, a heart shaped face. Small waist, long trim legs... she was 5’8” of hot girl all right. Shame and pride struggled in equal proportions in her mind. 

 

Her chin lifted and set it in determination. Tonight was the night! She and Matt loved each other, and she was ready to show him how she felt. Not bothering with panties, she slipped a borrowed soft khaki mini skirt up her long legs and over her neatly trimmed pussy. Delicate flat sandals completed the look. Hot, but not trying too hard. 

 

The cool night air caressed her nipples, making them harden a bit. She walked over to Matt’s house, her mind aflutter... his parents were away, and hopefully his brother would be too. She still writhed in shame thinking of him spying on them a month ago, just before she and Matt started going out. *At least it wasn’t my parents,* she thought, shuddering slightly. 

 

Ringing the bell, she was startled to see Derek open the door, his dripping body clad only in a towel. She thought she’d been clear that she wanted them to be alone tonight. Guess not. 

 

“Oh hey Stacy! Matt just ran out to score some pizza for you guys. Don’t worry, I’m under strict orders to stay downstairs all night,” he smiled sheepishly, both of them remembering his perverted spying last month. 

 

“Oh well, that’s- yeah, OK- I mean...” she stammered, flustered by the combination of sexual frustration, lust for her own man and also for the budding Adonis before her. Her nips hardened further as she thought about the night ahead. 

 

Derek gave her a devilish smile, dazzling her back with a male beauty that was a match for her own. His cheeky grin suddenly transformed the scorching embarrassment of that memory to a wry joke shared between them. She smiled back, for real this time. 

 

Stacy walked in after him as he went off to get dressed, his thick ass cheeks clenching and bouncing with each step. 

 

She had to admit, he looked good. Matt was running him through a grueling workout routine, stuffing him full of clean food and encouraging him to blast his muscles beyond exhaustion each time they lifted. It was obviously paying off...

 

He came out of the bathroom wearing a tight t-shirt and fresh workout shorts, toweling his hair dry. She looked up into his eyes and flashed her most reserved smile, trying not to look at his lean body shrink wrapped in clinging old clothes. She realized with a start that both their feet were flat on the floor and he was now maybe a couple of inches taller than she was. His body looked lankier, but way harder than she remembered, his abs and pecs jutting out. Nothing like Matt’s towering huge bulging muscles, of course, but he looked much more masculine than last month, and his face shone with vitality and pure male beauty. Her mouth went a little dry as she tried not to ogle him. 

 

“He said you could go upstairs and wait for him, if you want,” Derek offered. 

 

“No, it’s fine. I’ll wait with you in the kitchen. May I have some water?”

 

“Sure! Come on in.” His enthusiasm was infectious, and she smiled again in spite of herself. 

 

Soon they were laughing and chatting away. She casually touched his arm, feeling the new strength in his cabled sinew and the vein running over the top. She flushed again. Hearing a noise from the kitchen entrance, she yanked her hand back as though Derek’s arm burned her. Matt stood there, filling the opening, blinking a little as he watched his girl feeling up his smaller twin. 

 

“Hi sweetie! Derek was just apologizing for our last meeting. Isn’t that nice?” she chirped brightly and falsely, trying to cover the awkward moment. 

 

“Uh, yeah. Great. I’m gonna go upstairs, Stace. Wanna come?” 

 

“Sure.”

 

Matt dropped a pizza down on the counter for his bro. 

 

“Cheat day, little man. Just this once,” he said, smiling at the greedy look in his twin’s eyes. “And don’t stay up too late. Weekend or no, we lift tomorrow at dawn, same as always.”

 

Matt led Stacy up the stairs and into the twin’s room, his sweeping lats, muscle studded back, giant bulging delts, calves and ass flexing as he took the stairs two at a time. God, he was just so much man! 

 

Entering, she noticed his twin bed had been replaced by a double. Still too small for his massive frame, at least it had room to maneuver. 

 

“New bed?”

 

“Yeah, my parents finally noticed I outgrew the old one four years ago. They’re not the most observant people,” me smiled, taking the sting out of his remark. 

 

“Parents never expect their kids to grow up, do they? Mine have no idea that their little girl is a woman...” She blushed painfully at this brazen statement. 

 

“ARE you a woman, Stace? Really?” he growled, pulling her tight body into his massive frame. He placed a big paw under her ass and picked her up easily, not feeling her weight as he held her effortlessly eight inches off the floor. 

 

“Well, maybe not in THAT way... but I thought tonight-“

 

“Uunnnnfff,” he growled, pulling her in close for a surprisingly gentle kiss. His dick suddenly surged to life, slamming painfully down his powerful thigh and tightening his shorts pornographically. 

 

Matt ravished her mouth, his long powerful tongue giving her a taste of things to come. She moaned into his mouth and bucked her hips on his hand, her pussy juices starting to well up in his thick palm and drip down onto his bulge. 

 

“Oh God, oh God! Please, please, pleeeeeease uhhhhnnnn...” Stacy groaned, begging for whatever her mountain of a man chose to give her. 

 

Luckily for Stacy Matt hadn’t been a virgin for several years. He knew that his huge size and her virgin tightness could be a painful combination (for her, anyway), so he had to get her ready... 

 

Lifting her light body effortlessly higher, he held her cunt level with his mouth and plunged into her sweet gushing tightness. His looong tongue unfurled inside her, fucking her more powerfully than a normal man’s dick could, alternately flicking and slamming her clit. His stubble scraped her thighs and cunt, while his powerful thick jock neck shoved her legs apart... she started spiraling up and up, feeling something new deep inside her come roaring out all at once. She clawed at his mounded up traps and the giant boulders of his ridged delts as she came for the very first time, screaming his name in a delirious explosion of sensation that felt like it was frying her synapses with pleasure... so much pleasure!

 

“Unnn unnnn ughhh AAAAAAA!” she hollered as she bucked and came, squirting all over his ruggedly handsome teen face and soaking through the t-shirt clinging to his massive pecs. 

 

She felt him withdraw with reluctance, missing his presence already. He dropped her body down gently, lining up her face with his own and giving her a deep sloppy kiss. She flinched at first, but soon came to like tasting herself on his tongue. 

 

“Ready for the big event?” he smirked, flexing his dick hard and almost tearing through his shorts. 

 

“Uhhhhn, sooo biiiig,” she moaned, completely entranced. Her pussy reflected her enthusiasm with another hot squirt. 

 

“Let’s get naked, babe.”

 

With that he tore the skintight shirt off his hugely muscled body, yanking down his shorts and jockstrap in a single fluid movement. His veiny nine inches flipped upright, smacking into the wall of his tanned abs with a meaty *thwack*. Stacy hurriedly shucked off her shirt and skirt, her hot tits bouncing with the swift movement. 

 

Not wanting to risk a toothy virginal blowjob, Matt laid her down and held his huge body over her tiny one. She ran her hands down his thick bull neck, to his bulging striated pecs, trailing down his magnificent ripped eight pack abs, finally gripping his monster cock with both tiny hands. She couldn’t begin to wrap around his enormous veiny girth - his dick was the size of her forearm - but tried her best, jacking his huge length. His cockhead swelled, the meaty flange flaring out even more, the gaping piss slit widening and spooling out more pre. He sucked her nipples feverishly as she bucked more intensely, pleading with her eyes. 

 

“Please. Please. Please.”

 

He smiled down, smug and assured of his total masculine physical superiority. Not just over her tiny body, but over those of other men as well. God he loved being big. 

 

His dripping cockhead entered her tight lips slowly, stretching her painfully over his fat girth. He slowly worked more of himself into her, each veiny inch bringing her closer to cumming. She gripped his striated horseshoe triceps tightly. 

 

“Oh God, oh God! Toooo fuuuuucking BIIIIG,” Stacy screamed, the pleasure and pain combining into another unstoppable round of orgasms. She clawed at the protective fortress of his veiny flared lats, fearing she would fly away if she let him go. After what seemed like forever she felt his bloated ballsack slap her taint powerfully. 

 

Matt held fast, flexing his dick deeep inside her. He saw a light bulge on her stomach, and guided her hand to it. 

 

“That’s me. All the way in you, beautiful.”

 

“Oooooh AAAAHHHH!” she screamed, squirting again at his giant overwhelming masculinity. 

 

Matt smirked. “Fuck yeah babe. We’re just gettin started.”

 

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Derek lay back on the couch cushions, his newly taut thighs spread wide. He listened to the sounds of hot wet fucking and screaming as Matt nailed Stacy for the third time. She kept shouting how big he was, how huge, how totally massive... Derek’s dick had shot up to a meaty seven inches over the last month, and his ballsack had doubled in size, churning out cum and test at an unheard of rate. 

 

He jacked himself more vigorously, enjoying the feeling of his bigger slick meat filling his hand. He groped his thickening pecs and abs with the other, wanting to join them but also wanting to dominate them, to be the one making his bro and his girl scream...

 

“Mmmmffff fuuuck,” he growled, flexing and tensing his whole body and blasting his fifth load of the night up into his open mouth, savoring the taste of his own hot teen cum. 

 

He lay back just as they finished upstairs, all three completely spent. Sleep descended on them all like a fire curtain and their exhausted young bodies dozed deeply and dreamlessly, smiles on all their wet lips. 

[Muscleinatl]

I was rock hard from the time when Matt started eating out Stacy.  Great writing, @photoguy

[photoguy]

Same here man, and I was writing it!

[photoguy]

1 hour ago, Muscleinatl said:

I was rock hard from the time when Matt started eating out Stacy.  Great writing, @photoguy

Glad you liked it. Hope you blasted a couple of good loads to this one, man. Orgasms are tips when you write smut for free. 

[Muscleinatl]

Fucking A, man.  I liked how Derek came 5 times.  He should have, thinking of that insanely huge muscle man fucking that voluptuous chick upstairs, along with his own jacked-up body growing by the day.

 

[richard18]

not my fave part as i am gay but the descriptin of matt and derek was amazing, derek is growing all over, his height, muscle and his thing down below

[Ro20316]

Matt and Stacy finally ddi it.

I liked the change in POV and her doubts about what was gonna happen. It was all so well done.

Dereck is a man that likes rough dominant sex. He will be a force.

 

[Ro20316]

I have this idea now about Stacy's parents.

Her dad is a big man himself with a crossfit built not the ripped to shreds kind but hard strong muscles you can clearly see he is not fat at all and he is the way he is now because of his wife and his own fears cause he remembers how he once was young and fucked every girl (and man) he would like to cause he was always fit and a jock untill he met his wife. He loved her but the woman was so religious that sex with her was almost non existent.

He trains in a crossfit pit way way far of town where he can be his old self again. He dominates and fucks the women and men there and he feels unstopabble again. 

Matt is looking fora new lace to train alongside his bro and someone tells him about the pit and he goes and checks it out. He is shocked to fing Sracy's dad there having the roughest sex he's seen with another man and a woman. The guy sees Matt and after he is finished he struts to him naked and still hard. He tells Matt about how he knows he fucked his daugther and how he understand the needs of a best like Matt is. matt is hard al the time while the senior talks and Stacy's dad sees this and takes it as a n opportunity to show that man what a real fuck is...

[photoguy]

15 minutes ago, Ro20316 said:

I have this idea now about Stacy's parents.

Her dad is a big man himself with a crossfit built not the ripped to shreds kind but hard strong muscles you can clearly see he is not fat at all and he is the way he is now because of his wife and his own fears cause he remembers how he once was young and fucked every girl (and man) he would like to cause he was always fit and a jock untill he met his wife. He loved her but the woman was so religious that sex with her was almost non existent.

He trains in a crossfit pit way way far of town where he can be his old self again. He dominates and fucks the women and men there and he feels unstopabble again. 

Matt is looking fora new lace to train alongside his bro and someone tells him about the pit and he goes and checks it out. He is shocked to fing Sracy's dad there having the roughest sex he's seen with another man and a woman. The guy sees Matt and after he is finished he struts to him naked and still hard. He tells Matt about how he knows he fucked his daugther and how he understand the needs of a best like Matt is. matt is hard al the time while the senior talks and Stacy's dad sees this and takes it as a n opportunity to show that man what a real fuck is...

Woof, maybe you should give some fanfic a go! Just change the names and you’ll have your own universe, man. 
 

It’s not really where I see this going, though. The story needs a villain or two, and hateful religious bigots seem made to order. I originally only put them in to mess up Stacy’s head about sex, but I think I can have a lot more fun with them soon...

[photoguy]

Fraternal Part 6: A Little More Action Please

 

Aaaaand here’s the promised scene for my gay brothers. Hope it gets a rise out of you. 

 

 

“Derek! My office, pronto!” Coach Hoffmann barked across the locker room, startling Derek as he was drying off. He wrapped the towel around his tight cobbled waist and walked back through the steamy room toward the new coach’s office, confused at what could be the matter. He’d been pretty much a model student in gym class, and anyway Hoffmann hadn’t been there long enough to form an opinion of him. 

 

He strutted just a bit as he walked past the other guys, holding himself more erect and popping his triceps unobtrusively to show off. It was almost lunch time, so there weren’t that many dudes to show off for, but still. *Only two and a half months of training, combined with eating clean food like a pig and a freaky growth spurt to give me all this...* His dick started to plump at the thought. 

 

The one interaction he’d had with the new coach had been to get remeasured for his fitness test. The old number, taken before his crazy growth spurt, obviously was out of date. He smirked as he remembered the numbers: 6’ tall, 188 pounds, ripped. A real high school muscle stud with a fitness model body. Hoffmann hadn’t taken any other measurements, of course, but he knew he also had eight hard swinging inches of thick cock slapping his cabled muscle legs, and he was hard a lot these days. 

 

He suddenly recalled how Hoffmann’s hand trembled slightly when he was adjusting the scale. And come to think of it, Hoffman had seemed to be keeping a close eye on him during gym class. Hmmmm...

 

Derek pulled off the towel around his small waist and started drying his golden blond head with it. He’d gotten rid of the shaggy hair last month, and now had a neatly clipped jock haircut, longer on the top with a side part. It made his neck look even thicker. 

 

He sauntered into Hoffmann’s small, windowless office. As junior coach (as well as the new guy, and the youngest), he got the worst workspace. 

 

“Hey coach. You wanted to see me?”

 

Hoffmann’s eyes popped open wide at the sight before him. Tall, with a light warm tan, pale golden hair shining, dripping wet and beautifully muscled, Derek was more perfect than any man he’d ever seen in the flesh. Although new to lifting, his definition was incredible, his lean abs bulging out with deep separations between each hot muscle. His intercostals were on full display, begging to be touched... to be licked. Derek’s delts had that telltale cap, separating cleanly from the ball of the biceps and screaming pure power. His quads were equally shredded, the teardrops clearly outlined. And that dick! Already six inches and still not hard. Hoffmann felt his mouth go dry. 

 

Derek unobtrusively locked the door and  slowly walked up to the coach’s desk, his cockhead just resting on the laminate surface. 

 

“You wanted to see me, Coach?” Derek repeated, his deeper voice resonating in the older man’s ears. 

 

Hoffmann’s eyes suddenly snapped up to Derek’s face, and he drew in his breath again sharply. He was just so handsome! A little too masculine and vital to be called pretty anymore, he had a kind of perfect male beauty - long, thin nose, strong brow, square jaw and strong chin, high prominent cheekbones, and the most stunning electric blue eyes... Coach Hoffmann felt himself drowning in those eyes for an infinite moment. 

 

Derek appraised the new coach standing behind his desk. Hoffmann was about 35, built like an off-season collegiate bodybuilder - short dark hair and heavy, dense beard, warm brown eyes, thick nose that had obviously been broken at some point, big heavy jaw... he looked like a bruiser. Thick column of a neck and sloping traps stretching the collar of his regulation polo shirt, big delts showing beefy separation even through the tight fabric. The frayed sleeves rode high, shoved up by the veiny mass of his biceps and triceps, barely covering his shoulders. His huge beefy pecs looked ready to explode out of the too small shirt, meaty nubs thrust down by his pecs but still jutting out hard, thick tufts of hair poking out of his collar and pits... yeah, John Hoffmann was fucking hot. 

 

“Yeah, uh- sit down, Derek.”

 

Derek turned, knocking a pen off the desk with his meaty semi hard cock. 

 

“Oh, sorry Coach! Let me get that for ya.” Derek bent down to pick up the pen, thrusting his hot muscled teen ass right up in full view, loving the sound of hard breathing he heard in response. Hoffmann bit his lip when confronted with the two globes of perfect meat protecting a tiny pink pucker, and felt his dick surge under his workout shorts. 

 

Hoffmann knew he should order Derek to cover up, but just couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Derek smirked and sat down, naked and wet, his legs spread to give the coach the full view. 

 

“Uhm- ermh-“

 

“Yes Coach?” Derek licked his lips in a parody of nervousness, knowing full well how sensuous he looked doing it. 

 

“I- uh, I’ve been going over your records. It seems you’ve had quite a growth spurt over the last few months.”

 

“Yeah Coach, I just keep gettin bigger and bigger! I’ve grown four inches and put on almost 60 pounds of muscle! I don’t think I’m done yet, either...”

 

Derek flexed his bicep, entranced by the deeply cut ball of muscle that jumped at his command. Hoffmann felt his cock shoot even more painfully hard, a wet patch starting appear on this shorts. 

 

“Well, uh- that’s great. We just want to make sure nothing else is going on. Like steroids.”

 

“Seriously Coach? Steroids? Would I look like this on roids? No zits, no bloat. Do my balls look small to you, Coach?” Derek helpfully hefted up his big heavy sack, each nut the size of a small egg. He let it flop back down, hitting the Naugahyde chair with a meaty slap. 

 

“No! I mean, no, everything seems to be fine down there. Real fine...”

 

Derek slowly rose from the chair, leaving two steamy wet crescents on the slick plastic surface. He walked around the desk, standing right next to the seated coach, his stiffening cock invading the older man’s personal space. 

 

“Are you sure Coach? Maybe you should take a closer look. They were sore yesterday, but that could just be growing pains. Maybe you could check?”

 

Hoffmann gulped audibly and reached out toward his dream man, the golden lad of every dirty dream he’d had since puberty. He cupped the big balls in his rough calused mitt, barely able to hold both yet cradling them so gently, like they were Faberge eggs instead of meat ones. 

 

Derek’s cock shot upwards, a full rock hard eight inches, pulsing with veins. It slapped his stomach, snapping up in a way that only an 18 year old’s could. 

 

Hoffmann looked up deeply into Derek’s face, seeing warm friendliness in the cobalt blue depths of his eyes and a flashing smile of encouragement. 

 

He gazed back down to the throbbing dick. Derek, dispensing with the charade, placed a strong hand on the back of Hoffmann’s freshly buzzed head and pulled him roughly to his cock. He needed no other encouragement, smacking his lips and opening them wide to lick up the runnel of pre now oozing down the shaft. 

 

Coach Hoffmann gripped the huge dick with his big meaty paw, pulling it down and lowering his mouth onto the dripping head slowly. It was thick - he felt a pleasing tightness in his lips - and it starting pushing deeper into him as the teen muscle jock started to fuck his face. There was no finesse - Derek just started pounding his steely cock right down into his coach’s throat, grabbing his big square head with both strong hands and slamming in and out. A slippery rope of drool and precum started to slobber out of the older man’s mouth, sliming his thick beard. 

 

Derek pulled out suddenly, a big string of dick honey still connecting them. 

 

“Fuck coach, you got skills. But maybe it’s time for me to examine you. Strip!”

 

Coach Hoffmann rose up from his chair slowly, almost entranced. He dug his thick thumb under the tearing sleeve, struggling to get it down over his bicep. He smirked, loving the feeling of being too big to remove a shirt normally - it was always a struggle. He peeled it up, the cheap gritty fabric catching on his flared lats, revealing his hairy, heavily muscled body. Hoffmann still had thick abs, but he wasn’t as ripped as the teen jock. His was more beefy, hairier, more mature muscle. He heard the shirt rip slightly as he pulled it off, too impatient to go slowly. He quickly shucked off his workout shorts, revealing massive hairy beer keg quads and a steel hard, visibly pulsing seven inch uncut cock, leaking with desire. 

 

Derek pulled him in for a rough manly kiss, loving the way his coach’s wet beard felt against his own young stubble. They kissed playfully, tongues dueling back and forth, as he groped Hoffmann’s pec fur and wrenched the beefy nubs of the older man’s nips, causing him to let out a muffled roar. 

 

Derek scooped up a palmful of his own thick precum, reaching around to Coach’s beefy, hairy crack and pushing in to lube the tight hole. Hoffmann quickly relaxed under the treatment - this wouldn’t be his first time, after all - and started to thrust back onto the young jock’s thick finger. 

 

“Mmmmffff... fuck me, Derek. Please just fuck me.”

 

“You need this big jock dick up your ass, Coach? I dunno, it seems wrong...”

 

He started to pull back playfully, loving the flash of panic in Hoffmann’s eyes as he saw his filthiest fantasy retreating...

 

“No, no! I swear I won’t tell, nobody has to know. Just please, I- I need you so bad. Please fuck me. Please.”

 

John Hoffmann had never had to beg for sex in his life, but he was begging now. Pleading for the golden god to accept his offering. To find him worthy. 

 

“Bend over the desk, Coach, and get that big ass up in the air,” Derek growled, suddenly spinning Hoffmann around with surprising strength and shoving him down. 

 

Derek gave Coach’s meaty ass a couple of experimental licks and nibbles, working his way through the fortress of muscle to the tight knot of his hole. He licked it forcefully, thrusting his long tongue inside, savoring the smell and taste of pure man musk and sweat. 

 

He suddenly reared up, dispensing with the niceties, and lodged his big drooling dick head at Coach’s meaty pucker. Lubed up and ready, almost wild with lust, Hoffmann pushed back onto Derek’s pulsing manhood, popping his ring on the big slick head and groaning as he stretched for the teen muscle beast. 

 

Derek quickly grabbed a dirty jock strap from a pile of rank gear next to the desk, stuffing it into Coach’s moaning mouth to muffle the screams. He just started pounding away, lost in a fog of muscle and rut, deep dicking his Coach’s tight ass. His massive ball sack smacked Hoffmann’s taint as he slammed his prostrate from both sides, pulling all the way out and then tearing back in with each deep thrust. 

 

The coach’s back arched with pure desire as he pushed back to meet the jock’s increased pounding, growling each time the heavy flange exited him with an audible *pop* and then plunged back in. They went on for what felt like an eternity, the teen powerhouse wearing out the older man’s ass with his incredible stamina. 

 

“Fuuuuck Coach I’m cumming, uuuhhhhnnnffff I’m CUUUUUUMMMING!” Derek growled, not giving a fuck if anyone heard, lost in his own pleasure. His dick started blasting the older man’s guts, filling his ass with massive rope after rope of hot teen jizz. 

 

“Mmmmffff, MMMMMMMMFFFFFFFF!” Hoffmann’s muffled screams sounded raggedly through the foul jockstrap as his own dick shot in response, cum splattering over his desk and spraying the chair opposite. 

 

Derek leaned down over his spent, panting coach and removed the gag. His hot breath tickled Hoffmann’s ear as he growled, “Fuck that was good, Coach. We’re gonna have to make this a regular thing.”

 

Coach Hoffmann could only nod, his mind too blown for him to speak. 

 

*Hell* Hoffmann thought, *between that muscle slut Andy and now Derek, taking this crappy  job was the best thing I ever did!*