My New Step-Brother - Part 16

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His scent was intoxicating. His hands held my face and he kissed me almost aggressively. It felt like everything that had happened in the last few days had built up inside Tucker, and was being channelled through sexual energy.

His right hand trailed down my spine as our tongues collided. My shirt slid up, his left hand slid under and a moment later, it fell to the floor.

The strong young man drove me backwards with ease. The back of my legs buckled against the edge of the bed, and then I was sitting, staring up at him as he dragged his t-shirt over his chiselled body and stared down at me with a look of pure, visceral passion.

Tucker leaned down and tugged at my pants, and I lay back on the soft bed and let him. I had imagined this moment a thousand times, but he was surpassing it with each second. I lay in my underwear now, breathing heavily though we hadn't even started.

His belt clanked against the wooden floor and the bed squeaked loudly as he straddled me.

"Ever since the first day" he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck and making me moan, "I've wanted you".

My hands grasped his back, though he was too muscular to reach all the way around. He trailed his lips down my chest, kissing, licking, sucking. My hands ended up running through his thick hair, and my head pressed back into the mattress as he reached my stomach.

"I've wanted you too" I breathed into the air.

His fingers took my underwear down my legs. My stiff cock slapped back against my groin, and as he kissed it, I shivered.

I'd never been treated like this before. It wasn't just a sexual thing. Tucker was treating me like royalty. Like I was the only person in the world that mattered. I had dreamed of losing my virginity for as long as I could remember. I hadn't had high hopes, not considering I was a young gay guy with access to a smartphone. I expected a crude hookup with an older man who I didn't know, but this, this was something.

My boxer briefs fell to one ankle and hung there as he spread my legs apart. He hadn't sucked me yet, he was savouring this. His tongue danced down the underside of my erection, making me sweat and writhe beneath him as he held apart my legs. God, he was strong.

Tucker teased my heavy balls. Licking first, then sucking. He continued lower now, his tongue and lips sliding further toward my eager hole, pleasuring every inch between until he reached it. He didn't say a word, he lightly tongued it at first, lubricating it with his own saliva, and then plunged inside.

I moaned louder now, grabbing the edge of the bed behind me as my back arched and Tucker ate my ass. My cock poured juices onto my groin, and then his hand found it and sloshed up and down as he continued.

"Holy shit, Tucker" I gasped, coming closer to climax with every passing second.

The sound of his licking and slurping made me weak with pleasure. He was everything I had ever wanted, and everything I didn't know I needed.

He hadn't shaved today. I could feel the sharp bristles of his stubble against the most sensitive parts of my body, and I loved it. I thrust my hips into nothing. It was an instinctive reaction, as though my body was supposed to be fucking something, a woman more than likely, just like my ancestors a thousand years ago did, but I wasn't fucking a woman today. My instincts were wrong.

Tucker stood up and when he did, his large cock swung between his legs. He crawled back onto the bed, but now it was my turn.

He lay down and I wrapped my mouth around his nipple instantly. I licked and tickled it as he rubbed my head. His other pec was still covered by the bandage, and he sighed contently as I skipped it and felt his thick pole press against my naked chest. Further I went, just like he had, until the scent of his musk hugged me.

I inhaled him deeply. I wanted to taste his flavours every day. I wanted to smell his aroma every day. I wanted to feel his long, thick cock, every day.

His helmet was already wet with excitement, and the taste lingered on my tongue as I licked him. Fuck, he tasted good. I sucked his glans into my mouth, tonguing and lipping at his sensitive rod as his muscular legs stiffened either side of me.

I took as much as I could, doing my best to remain as sexy as possible. Don't fuck this up, Jayden. I told myself. And as his cock reached my throat, I gagged so hard that I nearly threw up.

"Sorry" I winced, kneeling down on the floor and wiping choked tears from my eyes.

Tucker leaned up on his elbows and beamed down at me, then we laughed together and I returned to task.

That's what I loved about him. That, and everything else. But he was kind, and caring, and didn't care about perfection, because I certainly wasn't perfect. Not like him.

I took more this time, managing to suppress the gags a little better, and felt him swell in my throat. I reached his balls next, they were long and soft, and nearly reached his hole. I inhaled again, his beautiful musk was stronger down here, and I could have stayed there forever.

I used my mouth in all the right places, feeling him tense and ease, moan and groan, and finally he sat forward, took me by the chin and lifted my head.

"You are amazing, Jayden" he whispered, and we kissed once more.

Tucker pulled me back onto the bed with ease. I'd been worried about his injury, yet he seemed almost oblivious to it, almost superhuman. Perhaps that would have made more sense. I'd fallen in love with a superhero.

Our naked bodies collided in a fit of frenzied passion. He lay on top, his hands exploring my body, whilst mine explored his. I was beginning to recognise the bumps and curves, and dips and peaks of his perfect body.

"Are you ready?" He asked me, and the candlelight threw dark shadows across the room and made me melt in the bed.

"Yes" I told him, "I'm ready".

He reached for the lube, squeezing it between my legs, and more between his. I felt it slide between my cheeks, drizzling across my quivering opening, and then the sound of wet sloshing filled the room as Tucker massaged it into his pole.

His finger trailed my hole, gently and slow. He circled it first, making me fret, and then his fingertip pushed inside and my ring clamped down. Feeling him inside me was even better than I had expected. Even if it was just his fingertip, I felt connected to him.

He pushed further, and I gasped. He leaned forward with his finger still inside and kissed my chest. Deeper he went, his knuckle sliding in now and my breathing becoming heavier. He went slow, eager not to hurt me, and a few moments later, a second pushed in.

It didn't hurt. Not like I had expected it to. He was as gentle as a winter snow, and it made me love him even more.

After a minute, he sat up with his long cock drooling onto the sheets and positioned himself between my legs. I watched the handsome young man apply more lube to both of us, and then he beamed at me with that perfect smile.

"I love you" he whispered.

His cock pressed against my entrance, and I grasped the bed in preparation. If it did hurt, it would be worth it. Tucker had been prepared to die for me.

He pushed slowly, spreading me open and I winced. It wasn't as painful as I had expected. In fact, after just a moment, it wasn't painful at all. He was in me now, only an inch, but still.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his hand somewhere near his throbbing cock as I nodded with a smile.

"I'm more than okay" I whispered, "and I love you too".

He grinned at me, and slid deeper as I moaned.

The further he pushed, the better it felt until finally, every inch of him was inside me and he leaned forward and kissed me again.

We stared at each other in the darkness, my legs wrapped around his waist and we were one. He let me get used to the feeling of him, and instantly I was addicted.

He pulled out slightly, then back in. Then out, then in, and so it went until the stench of teenage sweat and sex lingered heavy in the air.

His muscular body was covered in a layer of fresh sweat, mine was too, and we moaned in unison as he fucked me ravenously.

It was beautiful, perfect, amazing, and more. Each thrust felt like sparks of euphoria. He slammed against my prostate, and dove deep into my hole, and I never wanted it to end.

After a while, neither of us could hold off anymore. Tucker was grunting and moaning, I was whimpering and groaning, and together we orgasmed and emptied our balls in unison.

Thick wisps of cum squirted from my cock and across my chest. It drenched me, and continued with every stroke of Tucker's cock. I could feel him shooting inside me, filling me up with wave after wave of seed, and then it was over, and my perfect man fell to the side and lay there whilst we both caught our breath.

"That was amazing" he said eventually, his chest heaving.

I nodded, though I still hadn't found my breath.

As dramatic as it sounded, everything had been worth it for this.