Moan

In for a penny, in for a pound, I moan softly on my younger brother's cock. Lucas presses his foot down hard on my cock and I moan louder as his fingers tighten in my hair, “Yea. I knew you liked it. Fucking slut. Nothing but a fucking faggot?”

I moan involuntarily as he grinds his foot down and begins pumping his hips. His balls slap against my chin, and I suck as best I can, but now, my little brother's taking over. He grips tighter, and his hips piston faster and harder on each stroke.

“Fuck, yes. Take it, you fucking faggot,” he growls, keeping his voice low to ensure we don't get caught doing this, “Fuck. Your throat feels like it was made for my dick. Guess it's true: some boys aren't gay, they're just little fucking faggots!”

The words are hissed obscenity, but we both know he's doing it because he wants it, even if he's doing it to help me figure out what I want. He's enjoying this, and I know my little brother too well to think he'll let it go unless I make it a demand.

His thick shaft stretches my throat to accommodate, so much I feel like it must be visible going down, sliding back up and then slamming back down. My eyes still water, and I'm still choking and gagging, but Lucas doesn't care. He goes harder.

I cough, vibrating his prick with the involuntary response, and he groans louder in pleasure. He growls at me with intense arousal, “Fuck, yea. Choke on it, faggot. Choke on your little brother's dick. Choke as hard as you like, I stop when I finish.”

The threat is wild, but I'm fairly certain he'd stop if I went slack. His hips slap against my face with a crisp crack at the end of each thrust, and for thirty minutes, I feel like nothing but a sleeve for my younger brother's prick, as he degrades me.

I pull back a bit, and he shoves my head back down before I can say anything, “No, you can wait until I fucking cum before you can talk again. Shut up and take it, faggot!”

I moan obediently, servicing my little brother as best I can as he pummels my face with his meat, stretching my throat for his service. I didn't think he had it in him to be this aggressive. It's hotter than I'd like to admit, but I can do nothing else.

He lasts a further thirty minutes before his prick starts to pulse in my throat, and I moan softly. Lucas growls, tightening his fingers in my hair and grabbing his dick with his other hand. He yanks out, aims, and soon pumps his load on my face.

“Fucking faggot,” he sneers triumphantly, wiping his crown across my mouth as his release ends, then smirking at me, “Awesome. Clean your face, you look like a whore. Then come to my room and you can suck it again while we talk.”

“Can't we talk without your dick in my mouth?” I ask, and he scoffs.

“Fuck, no. You're sucking my dick from now on, you clearly liked it,” he says, then pivots and walks out.