Give it a kiss

You fall to your knees. "Okay, Brad. I'll kiss it." You can feel a rush of blood flooding to your face, hear your heart pounding. You've never felt more humiliated, or more turned on, in your entire life. You are beginning to struggle to tell the difference between the two.

"Not so fast, baby bro. First you strip, then you ask me pretty please to kiss my cock." You feel your blush spreading as you obediently peel off your tshirt and slip out of your pajama bottoms. You stand naked before your big brother, trembling and embarassingly erect. "Ha ha! You must be really **** for my dick, your little winkie is hard as a rock...or a pebble."

You fall back down to your knees without a word of protest. What could you say in your defense? Your kneeling, naked, working up the nerve to beg to kiss your brother's cock. You struggle to justify it in a way that makes you feel less like a needy fag, but "I just want to know what his cock feels like in my ass so I have to beg to kiss it first" isn't very reassuring. His cock his staring you in the face, arrogantly erect, hovering close enough you can smell its musk...and it's intoxicating. This is how a real cock should smell, this is how a real cock should look...you're puny piece of flesh can't be called a cock in comparison. You stop thinking about what it makes you, all you can think of is that Brad's cock DESERVES a kiss. "Please, can I pretty please kiss your magnificent cock, sir?"

Brad looks down at you with a sneer. He has always looked down on you, but this time it's different, more all encompassing, more permanent. You can tell he will never see you as anything more than a needy faggot, but the moment he says "Hmmph. Ok fagboy, I guess you can kiss it." you forget anything but kissing the monster before you.

The first thing you notice as your parted lips wrap around your big brother's python is how suprisingly soft the skin of his cockhead. You give it another kiss to make sure it is as soft as you thought, and it is, but also spongy, and there's a frightening firmness too. Your third kiss finds your tongue dart out instinctively, and you can't quite place the salty, musky taste, so you give it a fourth, wetter kiss. It tastes even stronger, even better, and you wonder if the rest of his cock tastes as good. Your next dozen kiss are so sudden, so slobbery, so wanton and ****, that you quickly lose count. You find yourself drooling over your brother's balls, struggling to fit both in your mouth as your tongue coats them in your shameless spittle.

"Whoa, fag." Brad pushes you away leaving you whimpering, your tongue lolling out of your mouth idiotically. "I thought you wanted me to 'play' with your ass? Or did you want me to 'play' with your throat first?"

You moan needily. You have two hungry holes, which do you feed first?