แก้ไขครั้งสุดท้ายโดย Praduch เมื่อ 2026-10-13 20:19
(Note: This story was generated entirely by AI.)
David, the older brother
The crisp autumn air of his hometown greeted Robby as thetrain pulled into the station. After weeks of turning his university campus into an infinite, frozen playground of raw pleasure, a weekend trip back to his cozy suburban home sounded like a welcome change of pace. Or at least, it would have been, if Robby’s mind hadn't been completely rewired by his insatiable addiction to thick, pulsing cocks.
His family home was quiet, bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon. His parents were out running errands, but his older brother, David, was home for the weekend. David was twenty-seven, a broad-shouldered, ruggedly handsome guy who worked construction, sporting thick biceps, a heavy jawline, and the kind of casual, dominant energy that had always made Robby secretly squirm beneath the dinner table growing up.
Robby dropped his duffel bag in the hallway and walked intothe kitchen. David was standing by the counter, wearing a tight, sweat-stained grey t-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and low-riding jeans, drinking a cold beer straight from the bottle after a day of working on a project in the garage.
David glanced over his shoulder with a lazy, brotherly grin. "Look who's back. How's college treating you, little bro?" Robby’s heart skipped a beat, not from sibling affection, but from a sudden, overwhelming surge of heat pooling deep in his core. Looking at his older brother’s heavy build and masculine scent, Robby’s mind instantly flashed to what that body would feel like completely frozen and entirely at his mercy. Home sweet home, Robby thought with a wicked, secret smile.
He slipped his hand into his pocket, his fingers wrapping around the cool, familiar metal of the silver pocket watch. Click. Click. Click. "Stet mundus, fluat voluntas."
The ambient hum of the refrigerator instantly vanished. The dust motes dancing in the kitchen sunlight froze mid-air. Across the room, David was locked in place, his right hand gripping the beer bottle, his mouth parted slightly in mid-sentence, his eyes fixed forward. Robby let out a soft, breathy sigh of pure anticipation. He walked slowly across the kitchen tile until he was standing right in front of his older brother.
Up close, David’s masculine presence was overpowering. He smelled of fresh sweat, saw dust, and expensive after shave. Robby reached out, trailing a fingertip down the center of David’s sweat-stained grey shirt, feeling the solid, unyielding muscle underneath. "You've always acted like you're so much stronger than me, David," Robby whispered, his voice dripping with seductive malice."Let's see how tough you are when you can't even blink." Robby didn't waste a second. He dropped straight to his knees on the kitchen floor, right between his brother's heavy boots.
His eager hands went straight to the belt loops of David’s worn jeans. He popped the metal button and dragged the heavy zipper all the way down in one fluid motion. Reaching inside the dark cotton boxers, Robby’s fingers wrapped around his brother’s thick, semi-soft length.
Even resting, David was impressively heavy and thick. Robby let out a soft, needy whimper at the sheer feel of it. He began stroking the shaft upward, his thumb rubbing firmly over the broad, flat tip. Under his expert, rhythmic stimulation, the flesh surged with blood, hardening rapidly into a massive, rigid, throbbing column of muscle. Thick veins crisscrossed the hot shaft, and a heavy bead of pre-cum welled up at the very tip. Robby’s mouth watered uncontrollably. He leaned down, pressing his lips against the tip and lapping up the salty moisture before opening wide and taking his older brother’s enormous cock straight down past his lips.
The sheer size of David stretched Robby’s mouth to its absolute limit. A tear formed in the corner of Robby’s eye from the depth, but it only fueled his slutty addiction. He gripped the heavy base of the shaft with one hand while his head bobbed up and down in a relentless, sloppy rhythm.Slurp, slurp, slurp echoed softly in the dead-silent kitchen. Robby sucked with desperate hunger, pulling the thick length deep into his throat on every downward plunge, swirling his tongue around the swollen underside of the head every time he surfaced. The taboo thrill of servicing his own older brother in their family home drove him to absolute madness.
After minutes of intense, punishing oral service, Robby pulled back with a loud, wet pop. Strings of thick saliva connected his mouth to the towering, glistening erection. Robby wiped his chin with the back of his hand, panting heavily, his own cock aching painfully inside his tight jeans. Robby stood up, rapidly stripping off his own t-shirt and jeans until he was stark naked in the middle of the kitchen.
He positioned himself over a sturdy kitchen chair, guiding David’s frozen body forward until his brother was seated, legs spread wide,with his massive, rigid cock pointing straight out at eye level.
Robby straddled his brother’s lap, aligning the thick, glistening head directly with his own slick entrance. Grabbing the shoulders of David’s grey t-shirt for leverage, Robby slowly lowered his hips. "Aghh... fuck..." Robby gasped loudly as the massive head breached his rim, stretching him open wider than he thought possible. The sheer girth and heat of his brother filled him so completely that Robby had to lock his arms and hold himself steady, trembling from the intense, overwhelming sensation.
He took a ragged breath and pushed all the way down, driving himself down until his thighs slammed flush against David’s jeans, taking every single inch of the thick length deep into his core. Being filled like this—sitting naked in his family kitchen, riding his frozen older brother—drove Robby to the absolute edge of sanity. His inner walls gripped the thick shaft greedily, milking every ounce of heat from the man.
Robby started to move. He lifted his hips up until only the broad head remained trapped inside him, then slammed back down hard. Slap! Slap! Slap! The rhythmic sound of flesh colliding echoed off the kitchen cabinets.
He rode David with wild, uninhibited lust, bouncing up and down with desperate, greedy rhythm. Because David couldn't move, Robby did all the work, throwing his hips forward with every descent, ensuring the thick shaft hammered mercilessly against his prostate. "Yes... fuck me, big brother... fill your slutty little brother up," Robby whimpered shamelessly, his mind entirely consumed by the raw, filthy pleasure.
His movements became faster, more desperate. His own uncapped cock leaked thick pre-cum all over his own stomach and thighs. The friction inside his core built to an unbearable, white-hot crescendo. "I'm gonna cum—I'm taking all of it, David!" With a high-pitched, breathless cry, Robby seized up. His internal walls clamped down furiously around his brother’s thick shaft inviolent, wave-like spasms. Robby stroked his own cock rapidly twice, shooting thick ropes of white cum across David’s chest and shirt.
Robby collapsed forward, burying his face against his brother’s shoulder, sobbing and panting as body-shaking orgasms wracked his frame. He stayed slumped against the frozen man for a long, quiet minute,letting his breathing slow down while the thick cock still throbbed deep inside his twitching, satisfied hole. Finally, Robby peeled himself off the shaft with a wet, echoing release. He stepped back, swaying slightly on his wobbly legs. Moving with practiced efficiency, he grabbed a roll of paper towels and wet wipes, meticulously cleaning every trace of cum from David’s shirt, chest, and jeans. He zipped the slacks, buckled the belt, and adjusted his brother's posture back into the chair just as he had been.
Robby dressed himself quickly, grabbed his duffel bag, and walked into the living room. Standing by the front door, he pulled the silver pocket watch from his pocket. He turned the crown three clicks in reverse and whispered, "Resumat mundus."
Instantly, the refrigerator hummed back to life. The dust motes resumed their dance in the sunlight.
David blinked sharply, shaking his head with a sudden, confused frown, lifting his beer bottle to his mouth as if nothing had happened at all. "Man," David muttered to the empty kitchen, looking down at his chest with a strange look in his eyes. "Could've sworn I felt a weird draft just now." Standing by the front door, Robby flashed a wide, wicked, utterly satisfied grin, stroking the cool metal of the watch in his pocket as he stepped out onto the porch to unpack his weekend.
Thomas, the hunk father The dining room table was set with a home-cooked spread, illuminated by the warm light of the overhead chandelier. Robby sat across from his older brother, while his mother adjusted the serving dishes at the center and his father cleared his throat at the head of the table.
His father, Thomas, was fifty-two—a broad, solid man with graying temples, a strong jawline, and a rugged, authoritative presence built from years of running his own contracting business. He wore a simple button-down shirt tucked into faded jeans, his wedding band glinting under the lights. His mother chatted warmly about updates from the neighborhood, filling the quiet intervals with familiar domestic noise. As his father reached across the table to pass a platter of roast chicken, Robby’s fingers secretly dipped into his pocket, wrapping around the cool, heavy metal of the pocket watch. His eyes flicked from David to Thomas, taking in the contrast between the two built, masculine men who sat completely unaware at the table.
With a practiced motion, Robby pinched the crown. Click. Click. Click. "Stet mundus, fluat voluntas."
The clinking of silverware and the sound of his mother’s voice snapped instantly into dead silence. A drop of gravy suspended motionless over the serving platter. His mother was frozen mid-laugh, her glass lifted halfway to her lips. Across the table, David was paused mid-chew. At the head of the table, Thomas remained frozen in place, his heavy arm extended across the table, his stern face locked in mid-sentence. Robby slid back his chair, the legs scraping quietly against the wooden floor, breaking the unnatural stillness. He stood up, walking deliberately around the table until he was standing right beside his father's chair. Up close, Thomas exhaled the scent of pine soap, leather, and fresh woodsmoke. Robby reached down, resting his hand over his father’s wedding ring, marveling at how a revered family man could be frozen solid in the middle of a family meal.
Robby dropped to his knees right beside his father's chair, between the dining table and his mother's frozen figure. With quick, greedy fingers, he reached for Thomas's leather belt, unbuckling it and sliding the zipper down on the stiff denim jeans. Reaching inside the briefs, he wrapped his warm fingers around his father's thick, resting shaft. The contrast between his father's stern, paternal authority and the immediate physical reaction to Robby's touch made Robby's breath catch. Under steady, firm strokes, the heavy length swelled, hardening into a thick, pulsing shaft.
His heart hammered a frantic, deafening rhythm against his ribs. Every nerve ending in his body was electrified, screaming with a raw, insatiable ache. He was a creature consumed by an endless, ravenous hunger—a cock-addicted, dripping whore who lived only for the exquisite violation of everything sacred and ordered. The thought that this was Thomas—the cold, disciplinary patriarch who had ruled his life with an iron fist—made the heat pooling between Robby’s thighs spike to a fever pitch. His entrance was slick, weeping with heavy desire, his body trembling with the sheer anticipation of being thoroughly used. Robby crept forward like a shadow, his bare feet silent against the Persian rug. He stopped directly beside his father’s frozen, immovable form. "Look at you, Dad," Robby whispered, his voice a breathless, seductive purr that dissolved instantly into the dead air. "The great master of the house. The man who demands absolute perfection." With shaking, eager fingers, Robby reached out and gripped the metal clasp of Thomas’s trousers. He popped the button with a sharp click and dragged the heavy brass zipper down. The sudden release of tension parted the fabric, and Thomas’s thick, heavy-duty erection sprang free into the cool room. It was massive, heavy, and weeping a thick bead of clear, salty pre-cum from its engorged, purple crown.
A ragged gasp tore from Robby’s throat. His mouth flooded with saliva at the mere sight of it. Dropping instantly to his knees on the hardwood floor right between his father’s spread thighs, Robby didn't waste a single second of hesitation. He leaned forward, pressing his tongue directly against the weeping slit, lapping up every trace of the salty pre-cum with a slow, worshipful stroke. The musky, primal taste of his father filled his mouth, driving him closer to the edge of madness. Without breaking eye contact with his father’s unblinking, glassy stare, Robby parted his lips wide and took the massive, throbbing shaft deep into his mouth. The sheer girth of it pushed against the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex, but Robby welcomed the discomfort. It was proof of his total surrender. He began bobbing his head up and down in a rhythmic, wet motion, sliding the heavy length all the way to the hilt before pulling back almost to the tip, only to swallow him down again with frantic, greedy acceleration. Slurp. Schlick. Glk. Slurp.
The obscene, echoing sounds bounced off the wood-paneled walls of the dining room. Robby worked his tongue frantically around the broad ridge, sucking hard and deep, imagining his mother sitting mere inches away, entirely trapped in time while her husband was being deep-throated by her son like a common whore. The sheer filth of the imagery sent a white-hot jolt of pleasure straight to Robby’s groin, his own leaking length twitching wildly against his stomach. Saliva spilled over his lips, stringing down his chin and dripping onto his father’s belt as he pounded his mouth up and down the shaft with mounting desperation. His jaw ached, his eyes watered, and yet he wanted more—he wanted to take every single drop his father had to offer. After thoroughly servicing him orally, coating every inch of the rigid shaft in thick, glistening saliva, Robby pulled back with a loud, wet pop. A long string of translucent fluid stretched between his lips and the head of his father’s cock before snapping back.
Panting heavily, his chest heaving, Robby wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. He stood up on trembling, weak legs and rapidly stripped off his shirt, his pants, and his underwear until he was entirely naked in the center of the dining room, his pale skin flushed pink with heat and arousal. He moved behind his father’s heavy leather executive chair. Placing his hands against the solid, unyielding weight of the wood, Robby hauled his father forward, shifting Thomas’s posture so his broad, muscular legs were spread wide apart, creating an open, welcoming altar right at the center of the table. Robby climbed onto his father’s lap, straddling his thighs with his knees hooked over the heavy armrests. He positioned himself directly over the thick, glistening tip of his father’s erection. He grabbed his father's broad, immovable shoulders for balance, planting his fingers deep into the crisp fabric of Thomas’s shirt. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Robby lowered his hips down slowly.
"Nnnngh... fuck..." Robby groaned softly into the quiet room, his voice breaking as the impossible girth of his father stretched him wide, parting his sensitive walls and filling him to the absolute, breathtaking maximum. Every nerve ending in his lower body screamed with an intense, agonizing pleasure that bordered on pain. He paused, trembling violently, letting his body adjust to the crushing fullness before he pushed all the way down, slamming his rear flush against Thomas's thighs, taking every single inch of the massive shaft deep into his core. For a long moment, Robby sat motionless atop his father, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy as his internal walls clenched involuntarily around the invading heat. Then, the rhythm took over. Robby began to ride his father with a desperate, uninhibited fury. He bounced up and down on the heavy shaft right in the center of the family dining room, throwing his hips forward with reckless abandon. The wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh echoed loudly through the silent house, a frantic, percussive soundtrack to his absolute degradation. He leaned his upper body forward, pressing his bare, sensitive chest flush against his father’s button-down shirt. The rough fabric scraped deliciously against his hardened nipples. He buried his face in the crook of Thomas’s neck, sucking and biting greedily at the skin, leaving dark, purplish bruises along his father's collar while his lower body worked mercilessly, relentlessly against his father’s lap.
"Yes... fuck me, Dad..." Robby whimpered softly, tears of sheer, overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of his eyes as he rode the frozen head of the household with wild, shameless intensity. "Take your whore... use your son... right here at the table where you rule..." His pace quickened from a steady slide to a frantic, pounding assault. The friction inside his core built rapidly toward a towering, blinding peak. The world outside the dining room window remained trapped in the dead hours of the morning, but inside, Robby was burning alive in a furnace of his own making, lost entirely in his addiction to the cock inside him. The pressure in his lower abdomen coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to snap his mind in two. With a breathless, shattering gasp, Robby’s internal walls clamped down with fierce, desperate contractions around Thomas's shaft as an intense, full-body orgasm tore through him.
Simultaneously, his hand flew down to stroke his own leaking length in rapid, frantic strokes. With a soft, broken cry, Robby shot thick ropes of white, glistening cum across his father's chest, staining the expensive button-down shirt and belt buckle, right before his eyes rolled completely back and he collapsed, panting and trembling, against Thomas's rigid shoulder. For several long minutes, the only sound in the room was Robby’s ragged, wheezing breath echoing off the mahogany walls. He lay draped across his father’s chest, completely spent, his skin slick with sweat, his body shivering from the sheer intensity of the release. Slowly, as his breathing began to steady, Robby peeled himself off his father’s lap. He stood on shaky, weak legs, pulling himself off the thick shaft with a soft, wet sound that echoed in the silence.
He reached into his pocket, turned the crown three clicks in reverse, and whispered, "Resumat mundus."
Instantly, the ambient sound flooded back. The drop of gravy hit the platter. His mother finished her laugh and took a sip of her water. At the head of the table, Thomas finished his sentence,"...so I told the client we'd start on Monday." He cleared his throats lightly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and adjusting his belt with a momentary, puzzled glance down at his lap before continuing to eat his dinner. Robby picked up his fork, taking a bite of his food with a quiet, satisfied smile across his face.
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(Note: I actually generated a lot more, but the rest felt a bit redundant and less exciting. I'll probably upload 2 or 3 more chapters this weekend. If you want this to continue, please drop a comment on WHO should be next!) | 
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