Bro’s Room 7: Apartment Living

 

 

 “Huh?” Waking up there was a soft pounding in your head. Come on Heath, remember. Where was your shirt? What happened to your clothes? Were your muscles aching? And why did your cock feel so huge?
 
There’s a major difference between a confined dorm room and a true apartment. The sheer amount of space, followed by the quality of the appliances, were key giveaways. A condensed area for people to express themselves in often led to hyper representations of them. However, there were those who, even with adequate space, still found a way to make their place conform to only one
 
So, no Heath crashing on your older brother’s couch was never a good idea. Rucker was the kind of dude whose lifestyle poured out of him beyond just sweating at the gym. Without mom and dad around his place was messy as he always wanted it to be. Maybe it would have been better when you snuck out for the night to plan to go anywhere else after the party. But nah, you wanted to kick it with Rucker.
 
He answered the door in nothing but his boxers. Rucker was always the bulkier one between the two of you. Muscles loved sticking to his frame, making his chest push forward, ass stick out. It was all those sports he played and all those meat and veggies he scarfed down his throat growing up. The forebear of Heath’s first gay panic attack should have been tattooed on his chest. Most people didn’t have to live with the walking embodiment of the underwear aisle. Other’s troubles were confined to the store, while Rucker unknowingly tormented you by refusing to put other clothes on at home.
 
Are you listening, Heath?
 
Parents blowing up your phone, you let your bro take charge in talking them down. He told them they needed to let their high school senior live a little, walking to his room to continue. Did you sneak a peak of his ass as he walked away? Did it jiggle? Of course, it did and of course you did. Heath, you hadn’t outgrown that crush, had you? Or maybe you just had less willpower than you expected.
 
Rucker’s apartment probably would have been more hospitable if he had cleaned up, but to be fair, he hadn’t expected company. Was that so bad though? His smell was everywhere because of it. More than constant burping or farting, there was an undertone of sweat, and a strong smell of his Mango shampoo and deodorant. You took a few deep whiffs, and we both know it, Heath. Ever since Rucker moved out, his scent went with him. The hugs you gave each other when dressed up for the holidays really just wasn’t enough. Not long enough and not his real smell. The apartment now was ALL Rucker.
 
When Rucker came strutting out of his bedroom with the cocky grin, you knew he had won your parents over. There were benefits to knowing who the favorite was. But did Rucker know you could see the shaft of his cock through the slit in his boxer? Looked a bit too heavy to stay in place. And yours was getting larger in response Heath. He tossed your phone back and you swiped it out of the air. Pointing to the couch, he invited you to sit down and sat beside you. He threw an arm over the spine of the couch, one leg over his other. Of course it had to be the one closest to you. Armpit opened right up to you.
 
“So, prom night was a bust, big deal lots of guys don’t score.” He stated, brotherly mode activated.
 
“I bet you did.” Heath, your words came quick…to quick and cut straight to the point. You didn’t even hide the admiration put in there. But that’s looking back on it. At the time you were more concerned about how tight your suit was feeling. Just staring at your brother so free made you feel compressed.
 
“Ah, who cares about me?” He faked modesty. You had seen your brother’s behavior after winning games. You’d seen the change in his walk after getting laid. Rucker was a brash and bombastic guy, if not in victory cheering, celebratory body language. Heath, even in that moment you could see a slight smirk he was struggling to hide. No doubt imagining all the pussy he conquered in one night.
 
Maybe that was the start Heath, the curl of his lips Rucker was trying so hard to hide. You tried hard to, to slyly pull on your collar. Unfasten a button, then two. Rucker was rambling on trying to soothe. By then your attention was somewhere else though. The laptop and tissue box that Rucker kept in his living room right in front of the couch. You knew why that was there. He spent hours cranking his meat, blowing load after load. After squinting your eyes, you could see those faint white stains that seeped into that fabric. Even after endless scrubs his mark refused to diminish. 
 
“You okay little bro?” He leaned forward, dreamy brown eyes on you. Heath, were you drowning in them? His hand was on your face. You were crashing HARD. Down you went. Yawn. Eyes closing. Unable to do much, tiredness overtaking you. Rucker was confused as fuck, but he got you a blanket anyway and tucked you in. Your body was resting, but Heath, you were awake. Did you feel your muscles growing underneath your suit? Your ears certainly heard the tear of your shirt and pants. If only you could have seen it. You were growing taller Heath, sinking into the couch more as your body bulked and you huffed in your bro’s scent. From the moment you entered Rucker’s fucking pheromones were attacking you. Anyone with a brain could tell how horny he made you, but to change you on a cellular level? How much of a freak were you, Heath?
 
Your cock tore out of something, swinging free, stretching larger as your balls bloated. Their seed production amped up as if competing with your brothers. Breathing got harder as your chest, ballooned out with massive judge support by strong shoulders. But what was a great chest without a wide back, your body agreed. The size wasn’t enough though, you were aging. Was it good to rocket through school like that? Catching up to your brother with none of the work required.
 
That’s when I was born. Right in your head. I knew all your dirty thoughts, and you could barely remember anything. Not my fault bro, you big brother was a heavy hitter and rocked our shit. A night of being entrapped with him, and we were dizzy waking up. Game controller in our hand, our big bro’s shorts and socks on.
 
Rucker came out of his room and spotted us.

 

That look in his eyes. Famous pussy hound Rucker looking for some relief for his cock. Was he craving his twin once again? Now, Heath we were a stud in our own right, all the gifts of our big brother used for being a cock hound. Only we could make Rucker want to get down and dirty with another guy.

“You hungry?” He asked, pretending to be responsible. As if his cock wasn’t filling up at that moment. He was straight as an arrow until it came to his little bro. Completely narcissistic for him to bury his cock in a body that reflected his own. But Rucker didn’t have thoughts as complex as that. A bisexual whore all because of our existence Heath?

We wanted to watch his squirm, what better way to do that than show off his own body?

 

“Nah, bro I want to fuck.” You answered so perfectly with the exact amount of lust, for his cock to pop out his boxers. There it was. What you wanted for so long. It was as thick and long as you ever imagined. Then again in this new world, there was never a time you couldn’t get it when you wanted. “You gonna come over here and fuck me, or do I have to fuck you against the wall?”
 
Rucker’s cock bucked and precum spilled out. “Fuck man.” He slammed his hands on his face; cock pointed straight to you. “I haven’t even eaten yet.”
 
“Dude, you’re a fuck machine, you perform on empty all the time.” Now we were smirking, his smirk.
 
“Is that why you’re in my clothes?” His question was rhetorical. He knew why: because he loved it.
 
“What are you going to do about it?”
 
“Me?” He grabbed his hat off on the side,” Not jack shit.” Then tossed the hat to us “You want to fuck; you do the fucking.” 
 
Plopping the hat on our head. What else was there for us to do than, go fuck the shit out of him?  So fuck him we did. He came all over the place until he flipped it back on us. Then later we sat gaming on his couch as he made us lunch before we fucked again.