A Soldier Boy’s Return

 

 

 “Reporting for duty, sir.” A familiar blonde stud stood at my bedroom doorway. Devin had brought the suit. Of course he brought the suit.
 
I looked up from the book I was reading in bed, smirking at him, “Get in here, goofball.”
 
My younger brother strode in, closing the door behind him, boots pressing on the wooden floor. He sat his shield at the bedside before crawling on top of me. The heat from his body warmed me up even more as we kissed. I slid my left palm across his perfect jaw. My cock poked up from my pajamas into his abs. Devin’s thighs had me trapped as my right hand moved across his ass in those tight shorts. I was taking him all in. As always.
 
Our older brother, Nathan, was getting married. An October wedding before the true cold weather came rolling in. He had no idea what we were up to, he never did. Even when we all slept under the same roof. All he ever had on the brain was jock things. If there wasn’t a ball involved or bodies in conflict, he didn’t care.
 
“Hard already, Justin?” My brother teased me. Then gripped my cock through the fabric. I moaned, but Devin shoved his hand over my mouth keeping it muffled. We had to keep it down, or else the wedding party at our grandparents place would have many questions. Mainly: Who the hell was in my bed?
 
Suffice to say, my brother didn't always look like the adonis sat on top of me. Rather his form favored the young man, in the college graduation photos on my phone from 2 years ago. Devin was typically baby-faced, young, fit, but he wasn’t stacked. Not like now. Every muscle was visible, quads, calves. Drool worthy. His face was chiseled, hair redone.
 
All because of that wonderful costume.
 
A random gift, years ago, I thought my brother would get a kick out of for Halloween. It was different when I bought it, cheap and off brand, but definitely not a view window. He was too old for trick or treating, but a nice costume wasn’t bad. We were home alone when he first put it on. I was chilling in the living room when I heard the major crash above me, the chandelier shaking. Running upstairs, I found a man, in a slutty version of the costume I had brought my brother.
 
“Justin, look at me!” The man’s bass reverberated in my ear. The smile on his face was familiar as he stood up off the floor grabbing his shield, towering over me. Back then I equated him to an older version of Nathan, less bulk leaner mass. Though the face under the masculine visage was all Devin. He held up a bicep to show me.

The costume turned him into a hunky man. A super soldier basically. No powers though. That bummed him out. We discovered he could return back to normal by taking the suit off. His body shrunk down and muscle faded away. It became more awesome when we found out how to make him stay a hunk, even with the costume off. All about his intention. 
 
With me being gay and him being hot, anyone could have guessed at some point we’d end up in my bed fooling around. Pulling off his shorts to see his big cock flop out was mouthwatering. I went to town on his shaft, balls, and ass. He was like a living action figure, who wanted me to play with him. As horny young men, we certainly used all his capabilities. 
 
When my cock buried into that big round ass, my mind almost melted. His insides gripped me pleasurably; he was arched doggy style. I pressed my front to his back, hands gripping at his pecs. My hips thrusted; a Chihuahua topping a Great Dane. Embarrassing from the third view? Maybe, but I didn’t care. I wanted to cum in that butt. My bro’s butt. My current bigger bro’s butt. There’s a lot of lies I could tell about that first time, but the truth is I didn’t last long. His ass defeated me easily. My hips had a slight bruise from the glutes slamming back into me. 
 
Then when we flipped around, Devin tried to go slow, but his body already knew what to do. One minute his cock tip was nudging at my hole, Then WHAM! His cock had speared me, as I writhed on bed. “Sorry, sorry!” He panicked, leaning over me. We were face to face. His cock didn't come out of me though; it only got larger.
 
“It’s fine little bro.” I held his wrist. “I just gotta get used to it. It's…a lot of cock.” Then he throbbed inside me. Once I adjusted, his hips started grinding into me, cock worming its way deeper inside. He lasted awhile and made me cum twice more. When his body finally demanded its release, making my bed squeak, he came holding me tight. The XXL condom I had given him POPPED as a warm flood found its way into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I knew it’d be the first of many.
 
The costume became our secret. We spent a couple years discovering what Devin’s body could do. I never got tired of it, Devin didn't either, but life got in the way. The costume got forgotten between grades, sports, and relationships. Not to mention it was getting harder for Devin’s body to squeeze into. 
 
It made a special appearance at my college graduation and then Devin’s. We kept sneaking off to have some fun. I never asked how he managed to get it on. During my graduation, I definitely told my family I’d be spending the nights with my ‘boyfriend’. Even took some pictures with Devin’s face hidden. Had people guessing for weeks. Devin and I had a good laugh about it.
 
For Devin’s graduation we went on a brothers’ road trip. Nathan was too busy with his then girlfriend to even pretend to humor us. Which we already assumed would be the case (if not we would have just snuck off.) I don’t think Devin ever slept in his own bed that entire summer.
 
Now here, we were. Two men stripped down in one of their grandparent’s guestrooms. I peeled his costume off like I was unwrapping a gift while he yanked my pajamas off. I got the pleasure of removing his briefs, letting them drop to the floor, but he saw I was going straight commando. He parked his fat ass on my waist, rubbing my cock between his glutes. My hands were on his pecs. They could have been packed with milk, with how enormous they were. Sadly, they had no milk to give. Believe me, sucking them dry was my favorite pastime.
 
“I’m so glad you brought the costume; I nibbled on his nipple.” I growled.
 
“Believe me, I can tell.” he reached back, gripping my now leaking cock, and stroking it. Devin was driving me wild, his own cock and balls, resting on me. “Figured I could wear it for old time sake, back when you first bought it for me.”
 
I kissed his chest, hands roaming his back, “I figured you’d wear it to a party, not use it to seduce me.” I countered.
 
“Seduce you?” He chuckled. “If I recall correctly, you kept springing boners.”
 
“Only when you bent over or whipped your cock out.” I retorted.
 
“So, it’s still my fault either way?” He arched an eyebrow, lips curled up.
 
“That’s right.” I whispered as he sat up and had my cock slowly sink into his hole. His ass was perfect as ever. Down he went until my length was reaching far inside him. He set the pace. Slow. Calculated. Ensuring no one else in the house would be the wiser. His body rode mine as we kissed again.
 
“You love riding my cock lil bro?”   I said as our lips parted.
 
“Fuck yeah, man.” He answered, voice husky.
 
“Good, because I got a fat load in these balls for you. My cock had been dying to get into you since I saw you at the airport. I’m going to breed your ass until your nephews are dripping out.” I whispered in his ear. That got to him. Long since we had discovered a mutual shared interest in pumping our shared DNA into each other. I flipped the stud over, risking a bit of noise, so that I could piston fuck him. My cock bullied his colon, but I doubt his empowered body registered most of it. I gave longer strokes, finding that pleasure button.
 
“Justin, it’s coming big bro,” he said, his once perfect hairdo now sticking to his face from sweat.  “Not going to be able to hold it back.” A smile crossed my lips. There was nothing like knowing your cock had trained a super soldier how to feel anal pleasure. 
 
“Want my nut, lil bro?” I cooed, hips slamming.
 
“Hell yeah, knock this soldier up!” He barked back, with a smirk. 
 
“Oh, fuck you bro.” I slammed my hands on his sides, my cock expanding inside. His statement had only one purpose. To make me cum. The little shit knew exactly what he was doing when he used that husky voice to make demands of me like that. “AH SHIT, Dev! Take it all.” My cock fired unforgivingly into my little brother, hosing down his warm guts. I was so far inside him, his heartbeat battled the strum of my cock. “You’re mine little bro. My big strong soldier boy.” Then I collapsed right on top of him as Devin’s cock spurted gallons of his spunk between us.
 
“Yup, all yours big bro.” He kissed me as his cock was still unloading on us. “Just like you’re mine.” He nibbled my ear as one of his fingers worked into my ass. His cock was raring to go again.
 
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That night he “accidently” fell asleep in my bed. And neither of us cared. Sometimes you just want to enjoy the post sex cuddle. My lil bro as a handsome naked soldier curled up on my chest, resting. A dangerous game we were playing, but worth it.
 
When morning came. I only woke up because I heard Devin moving around. His foot stomps were powerful. My eyes opened to an ass bent over, stepping into briefs for a slightly slimmer figure. “Love the view.” I mumbled, one eye open. 
 
He stood up pulling on the briefs, “Morning, I have to get out of here and back to my room before the house is awake.” His ass cheeks jiggled, too large to simply slip into the briefs. My cum was still lodged up his ass.
 
“You know, you don’t have to get back to your room.” I said.
 
He stopped looking at me. “What do you mean?”
 
“What if it’s time the family met my boyfriend, while Devin's out for a morning walk?” I threw in, and I knew he saw my cock rising as I thought about eating his ass the moment he said yes.