Stepbrother's Massive Cock Pumps My Eager Hole

Alex and Tyler had been sharing the cramped two-bedroom apartment for almost three months, ever since their parents’ quick remarriage turned the two college juniors into instant stepbrothers. Alex had walked in on Tyler stepping out of the shower more times than he could count—water still beading on his broad chest, the towel slung low enough to hint at the thick root of an uncut cock Alex couldn’t stop thinking about. Every night he lay awake, imagining that heavy shaft slapping against his palm, feeling its warmth and heft, wondering how it would stretch him open. He told himself it was just curiosity, but the truth was he’d been jerking off to the idea of his stepbrother’s massive cock every single night.

Late one Friday, after a long week of classes, they crashed on the narrow couch together to watch an old horror movie. The room was dark, only the flickering screen lighting up their faces. Alex sat so close that his thigh pressed against Tyler’s, but neither moved away. The movie was quiet enough that Alex could hear the steady breathing beside him. His hand drifted without thinking—maybe an accidental elbow, maybe something more deliberate—and brushed the warm, already-swelling bulge in Tyler’s thin athletic shorts. The touch sent sparks through Alex’s body. He froze.

“Shit, sorry,” he whispered.

Tyler didn’t pull away. Instead, he looked at him with half-lidded eyes and a small smile. “Don’t be. You’ve been looking at it for weeks.”

Alex’s heart raced. He swallowed hard. “Yeah. I have.”

Tyler reached down, took Alex’s wrist, and guided his hand inside the waistband of his shorts. Heat flooded Alex’s fingers as he felt the thick, uncut shaft begin to grow heavier and longer under his touch. The skin was velvet-soft over rigid steel, the foreskin sliding easily as Alex gave the first hesitant stroke. Tyler’s breathing deepened. He pushed his hips up slightly so Alex could pull the shorts down far enough to expose the volleled shaft—already rock-hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. Alex stroked it with both hands, feeling the length and girth that had filled his fantasies, and Tyler groaned low in his throat.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Tyler said, covering Alex’s hands with his own and teaching him how to squeeze near the base and drag upwards. The movie continued playing, but neither man watched it. They exchanged hungry glances and kept stroking until the shaft was fully rigid and throbbing under Alex’s palms.

Tyler stood just long enough to kick off the shorts. He pulled Alex up by the shoulders and bent him over the couch arm, face-down against the cushions. The fabric smelled of popcorn and body spray. Tyler hooked his fingers under the waistband of Alex’s sweats and yanked them down, baring his ass. Alex pushed his hips back willingly. Tyler leaned in, let a thick strand of spit fall onto the tight ring of Alex’s hole, then worked the spittle in with his index finger. The first finger slipped in easily, spreading warm wetness. The second finger came right behind it, stretching him further. Alex moaned into the cushions and pushed back on the fingers that opened him up.

“Ready?” Tyler asked.

“Yes.”

Tyler lined up the blunt tip of his massive cock and pushed. In one smooth, relentless thrust he sank all the way inside Alex, seating himself deep until his balls rested against Alex’s taint. Alex cried out at the sudden stretch, but the pain turned quickly into lust. The dick felt larger than any he’d previously imagined—it occupied every inch of him. The padded couch arm supported Alex’s hips, he<|eos|>