Stepbrother's Pulsing Glory Hole Craving

I’ve never told anyone this, not even my closest buddies at college, but my stepbrother Jordan has been the star of every filthy fantasy I’ve jerked off to since I was eighteen. I’m Alex, nineteen now, a skinny freshman with a tight little body that’s all lean muscle from soccer, but it’s my hole—pulsing, needy, always craving—that betrays me. Jordan’s twenty-two, a total gym rat beast with shoulders like fucking mountains, abs carved from stone, and thighs that could crush a watermelon. We became stepbros four years ago when our parents married, and yeah, we’re not blood, but that hasn’t stopped the tension from boiling over in my mind.

It started as a dumb joke back in high school. We were horny teens messing around in the backyard, high on summer boredom, and Jordan dared me to cut a hole in the old wooden fence separating our yard from the empty lot next door. “Glory hole, bro,” he laughed, his voice deep even then, flexing his budding biceps as he sawed the wood. We never used it—for real, anyway—but I’d peek through sometimes, imagining his massive cock sliding through. Then college scattered us. I went away, he joined some elite gym program, but last week, he moved back home after a falling out with his roommate. Shirtless workouts in the backyard every morning, sweat glistening on his tanned skin, those gray sweatpants hugging his thick bulge like a second skin. He’d catch me staring from the kitchen window, smirking with those piercing blue eyes, lingering just a second too long before turning away. My hole would clench, pulsing with need, fantasies of him owning me flooding my brain until I had to lock myself in the bathroom and finger myself raw.

God, it was unbearable. Every flex of his pecs, every grunt as he did push-ups, made my ass ache. I needed him. Craved his stepbro cock stretching me open.

One afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed a trowel from the shed—pure excuse—and “accidentally” dropped it right by the glory hole in the fence. Bent over to pick it up, ass high in my tight running shorts, no underwear, knowing he was out there pumping iron. “Shit,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear.

Jordan’s shadow fell over the fence. “Need help, little bro?” His voice was gravelly, teasing, and I heard the rustle of fabric. I glanced through the hole—fuck, there it was, his hand palming the massive outline in his sweats, thickening already.

“Just dropped something,” I said, voice shaky, staying bent over. My hole twitched visibly under the thin fabric, begging.

He chuckled low. “Looks like you’re dropping more than that. Been staring at me all week, Alex. That tight ass of yours pulsing every time I lift. You want this?” His fingers traced the fence, and I swear I saw his cock jump, straining the waistband. Pre-cum darkened the gray cotton.

I swallowed hard, heart pounding. “Maybe. What if I do, stepbro?”

“Then beg for it through the hole tonight. Nine sharp. No faces, just cock and hole. You game?”

“Fuck yes,” I whispered, my own dick leaking into my shorts. “I’ll beg for your load.”

He groaned, stroking himself openly now, the bulge swelling to obscene size. “Good boy. Wear that jock. Lube up. I’m gonna wreck you anonymously... for now.”

The rest of the day dragged, my mind a haze of dirty anticipation. Dinner with our parents was torture—Jordan across the table, foot nudging mine under it, his smirk promising ruin. Nine o’clock hit, and I was in the backyard, stripped to my jockstrap, the white straps framing my smooth cheeks. Lube slicked my hole, two fingers already knuckle-deep, stretching myself while I knelt by the fence. The night air was cool, crickets chirping, but all I heard was my pulse thundering.

“Please, Jordan,” I begged into the hole, voice desperate. “Stepbro, I need your massive cock. My hole’s pulsing for you. Feed it through. Pound me.”

A deep rumble from the other side. “That’s it, slutty little bro. Beg louder.”

“I’m your hole, Jordan! Craving your stepbro dick since we built this. Please, fuck my face first!”

Fabric whispered, then—holy shit—the thick head of his cock pushed through the glory hole. Nine inches of throbbing glory, veined and uncut, foreskin peeled back to reveal a glistening slit oozing pre-cum. Girth like a beer can, balls heavy and pendulous swinging below. I lunged, mouth watering, wrapping my lips around the head and sucking greedily.

“Fuuuck, yeah,” Jordan growled, hips bucking to feed me more. “Deepthroat your stepbro’s meat, Alex. Choke on it.”

I did, gagging wetly as I forced all nine inches down my throat, nose buried in the fence wood, spit drooling down my chin. My hands braced the fence, ass clenching empty air as I bobbed, tongue swirling the underside, hollowing my cheeks for suction. He was rock-hard steel over velvet, pulsing against my tonsils, and I hummed around him, vibrations making him curse.

“Sloppy little cocksucker. Look at you, freshman whore for big bro’s dick. Swallow every inch.” His hands must’ve been gripping the fence—he thrust harder, face-fucking me through the hole, balls slapping my chin with each brutal plunge. Saliva poured, strings connecting my lips to his shaft when I pulled back for air, only to dive again. My own cock throbbed untouched in my jock, pre-cum soaking the pouch, but I ignored it— this was about serving him.

He pulled back suddenly, cock slick and shining, strings of my spit dangling. “Turn around, bro. Present that hole.”

I scrambled, doggy-style against the fence, cheeks spread wide, my puckered hole winking through the straps of the jock. “Breed me, Jordan. Pound your stepbro’s tight ass.”

The head nudged my rim—hot, insistent—and he didn’t wait. One brutal snap of his hips, and he speared me balls-deep, stretching my walls to their limit. I cried out, a mix of pain and ecstasy, my hole clamping down like a vice on his girth.

“Fuck, so tight! Been dreaming of this pulsing hole gripping me.” He didn’t hold back, hammering with rough, piston-like thrusts, the fence creaking under the force. Each snap buried him to the hilt, his heavy balls smacking my taint, pubic bone grinding my cheeks. I moaned submissively, pushing back to meet him, one hand sneaking up to pinch and twist my nipples, sparks shooting straight to my ass.

“Harder, stepbro! Dominate me—your cock owns this hole!” My voice broke into whimpers, body jolting with every dominating plunge. He growled filthy encouragements, voice muffled but commanding.

“Take it, Alex. Gonna breed my little bro’s guts. Milk this dick with that greedy ass—yeah, finger those perky nips like the bitch you are.” His pace turned savage, hips snapping like a machine, the wet squelch of lube and pre-cum filling the night. Sweat poured down my back, my hole fluttering around him, prostate hammered relentlessly. I tweaked my nipples harder, rolling them between fingers slick with my own spit, chasing the overload.

“Beg for my load again! Push us over, slut.”

“Please, Jordan—flood me! Stepbro cum in my hole, make it yours forever!” I wailed, ass clenching rhythmically, milking him.

With a primal roar, he buried deep and unloaded—hot jets of cum blasting my insides, pulse after thick pulse painting my channel white. Rope after rope, so much it leaked around his shaft even as he ground in, claiming me. I shattered, untouched orgasm ripping through me, cock erupting in my jock, stars exploding behind my eyes as my hole spasmed, squeezing every drop from him.

He held there, throbbing, until he softened just enough, then pulled out with a obscene pop. Cum gushed from my wrecked hole, thick white rivulets dripping down my thighs, pooling on the grass. I stayed there, panting, ass gaping and pulsing emptily, marked.

The fence creaked—Jordan stepping around, naked and glorious, cock still semi-hard and glistening with our mess. Our eyes met, wild and sated. No words at first; he pulled me up, crashing our mouths together in a passionate kiss, tongues tangling, tasting sweat and sin. His strong arms crushed me to his chest, hands kneading my cum-smeared cheeks.

“Every night, little bro,” he murmured against my lips, nipping my bottom one. “Glory hole addiction. Our secret.”

“Fuck yes,” I breathed, grinding my sticky body against his. “Pound me whenever you crave.”

We kissed slower then, promises sealed in the dark.

Silence fell, the night wrapping us in quiet, spent and bound.