FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

My Cocky Big Bro

The door closed with a satisfying click as I leaned against the pleasantly cool stone wall, panting from the exertion and also with anticipation. My black t-shirt was clinging to my sweat slick body like a second skin, making my pert nipples show as clearly as they would have had I been all naked. It had been a hot day outside. Maybe too hot to go out and exercise. But, looking over to my big brother, stretching and flexing, I had zero regrets. The tight tanktop he was wearing did nothing to hide the bulging muscles beneath the damply gleaming layer of deeply tanned skin, accentuated by the patches of short brown fur, around his elbows and sticking out at his shoulders. My tail was flicking with hardly suppressible excitement, our eyes meeting as he gave me a playful grin, making a point to show off his prominent canines. I felt a shiver run down my body, that seemed to go straight to my groin, where I could feel the pressure of the tent forming in my shorts. My naked toes dug into the carpet, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric. It was rather secondary though to the sight in front of me. I had been so horny all the way home and James had known it. He had made a point to let his tail brush against me as we were getting to the door, against my ass, against my groin. Well, to be fair, I had tried my best to tease him, too. It was just that I was, without any doubt, the one of us easier to get, erh, excited. Blame it on my, let us say, special heritage. The same special heritage that had made my body give off a sweet, slightly musky scent for a while now, that special fragrance that would drive males wild and which hopefully would do its job to get my big bro to snap and just pounce me and take me right there against the wall, if he liked…

Alas, having grown up with me, he might be getting a lot better at resisting “temptation". If he wanted to, that was of course. I saw his nostrils flare as he breathed me in, making an agonizingly slow step forward, not quite the bull blindly charging his target, even with the matching horns he had sprouting from his head, jutting right from the unkempt, short brown hair. No, this was rather the big bad wolf slowly stalking his prey. And, well, I was, befittingly, a redhead catboy after all. No need for tricks or pretending to be a sweet old granny here though, he could have me, just like this, no resistance…

I let out a soft whimper as he came close, close enough to touch, stroking over his muscular chest, feeling the heat, the trembling, the throb of blood pumping through his powerful body. He moved in for a hungry kiss, my lips parting, letting him in, tasting the lingering sweetness of the can of lemonade we had shared from the vending machine. More so though, I enjoyed his own taste, his tongue, his breath, the heat of his skin against mine, the scent of his sweat and, yes, his arousal. I could feel him throbbing against me, as my arms wrapped around him, clinging, eyes closed, wanting to just take in his heat and scent and the press of his body…

We kept like that for what had to be a minute, me whimpering into the kiss, while I could feel the buildup of precum between my tip and the foreskin, increasing the slickness of the friction as my erection rubbed against his. I felt his clawed nails grazing my skin, felt the shudder going through his body as he finally retreated, tongue licking over his lips, breath going quick as he looked down at me.

“Hmmmh, want me so badly, little bro?", he playfully growled, his fingers playing with one of my ears, as he drew me against him, hearing him breathe in as he nose pushed into my hair, inhaling the mix of sweat, temptation and my own scent, just as I enjoyed the scent of him as my face was pushed into his warm, muscular chest. I really, really liked his scent. Liked that fragrance of sweat and male and beast, always had, since I was just a boy crushing on his big bro...

“Hnnnh, yeah, I mean, I haven't come since early in the morning, I feel kinda pent up…", I huffed, stroking over his back until I found the hem of his tank top, pushing my fingers between damp fabric and hot skin. My nails added just enough pressure to make him shudder with delight at the scritches.

His teeth were grazing my ears, playing with them as his hands roamed over my body, feeling me up.

“It is just afternoon, you slutty little kitty", he chuckled, but his stiff cock rubbing against mine told me he was not complaining. Both of us felt that the clothes were in the way…

“Well, I guess we should maybe shower first, we will get the sheets all sweaty", he said, the town playful, anticipating my protest, as I vigorously shook my head, making my face rub against his pecs.

“No, I can't wait that long, need my big bro to fuck me now, I can just wash the sheets later…", I let go, looking up at him, hoping my yellow eyes would achieve just the right cute, begging little kitty look. He just grinned at me widely, chuckling and shaking his head as he started fidgeting with the hem I had pulled loose. I followed suit, feeling that strange sensation of damp fabric peeling off my skin.

“Granted though, you do rather smell a bit, big bro…", I grinned, breathing in, it was our little game.

He growled at me, making a point to show off his muscular body as he peeled off his top, flexing, arms still up, making me stare at the little bushes of brown hair accentuating his well shaped armpits.

“Yeah, I know, you cheeky little kitten. I also know you really like it…", his voice went lower, rougher, I just whimpered in return, as our clothes landed on the carped, carelessly tossed away and he pulled me right into a tight hold, making sure my face would be trapped right in the musky little cave of his sweaty right armpit. I loved that slightly dirty scent of unwashed, healthy male: sweat, natural musk, that earthy scent, like pencil shavings, sea salt and the special raw, animal something. Loved it especially in my big brother. That familiar scent turning to something erotic and enticing, that mix of lust and comforting warmth. There was no hiding it, no false front, no pretending or trying to cover things up. His whole muscular body was heated and pumped up, he smelled like pure, raw male and sweat and arousal and I wanted him to do things to me so badly it hurt with every throbbing pulse of my cock. We just stayed like this for a moment, his lips toying with an ear, licking and nibbling on it playfully as I breathed him in and licked up the salty, musky aroma of his sweat. But neither of us could take much more, we both just ended up stroking, touching, licking and nuzzling everywhere, fumbling with our shorts, freeing our aching cocks. It ran like a hot current all through my body as I felt the slick friction of them bumping together, foreskin and copious amounts of precum making it so slick I just had to wrap my hand around them both, stroke, gasp, feeling the shudder coming from his body as we bucked against each other as I nuzzled into his chest hair, inhaled, licked, lips playing with his pert nipples. It was, alas, more for me than for him, he wasn't really sensitive there, but I knew it always made him chuckle to have me suckle up the salty flavor from those nice, pert nubs of flesh. On the other hand, he just had to lightly tease mine with a sharp claw of a nail to get me bucking and moaning with pleasure as I clung to him for support. I could feel his cock throbbing, swelling, growing. Just as he licked one of my fuzzy ears. “You smell so tasty I just want to eat you up. My cute, tasty little bro. You always make for the best protein boost for those muscles. Hmmmh, feel them, they need more of you. Just think of how nicely you will squirm behind those abs. You'll maybe ruin them for a bit, when you make a nice bulge and stretch them out, but, they'll only be all the bigger and bulkier once you are all nicely churned up…"

I shivered and moaned, I loved it when he teased me. I cupped his balls in my hand, all heavy and warm and full of his seed. Then I yelped as he just grabbed me, carrying me bridal style to the bedroom, tossing me on top of he bed, as he loomed over me, the fluffy brown tail wagging, grinning widely. I shivered, looking up at him, my chest and abdomen heaving and falling, hoping I would look just like a tasty meal on a platter for him. I barely got to spread my legs before he was on me. Pressing me down, growling, his dripping, slick cock rubbing against me, feeling so good against mine, all hot and slick and firm. I was thrusting against him, arms wrapped around his muscular body, my own leaking the temptation scent, neck bared for him to bite me, mark me, claim me as his…

I wanted it, him, so badly, even more when I felt my own nipples rub against his, almost making me shoot my load. He was so big. I loved how his cock was dwarfing mine. Loved how it would stretch me out, even when my body was made for being fucked. Liked how it would hurt just a bit, making me feel that slight panicked rush of fear before it just melted into pleasure. When he took me…

Maybe that was why I did not realize at first, as we were frotting cock against cock. Then suddenly, I felt slick precum between the mounts of my own, rather nicely toned pecs and I realized that, well, I must have overdone it a bit with the teasing and rubbing. I looked up at him. He looked down at me.

Then he let out a groan, half pleasure, half exasperation, as the precum smeared from his impossibly engorged cock, all over my heaving, sweat gleaming body. It was thicker than even his muscular arm. And it was still growing, throbbing and filling the room with heat and the arousing scent of him.

“Ah, fuck…", he got out, looking down, grinning a bit sheepishly for one who was part wolf.

“I was planning to fuck you, but, I think that is getting a bit big even for you, huh?"

He was scratching the back of his head, exposing his armpit again. I just grinned in response, shuddering a bit at the thought. That would indeed be a bit much, especially with him still growing bigger. I did not think I could fit that, no matter how enthusiastically we tried. But, well…

“Guess this means…", I said, looking at him, my breath quickening. He just grinned back, his body thrumming with tension, as he stroked my head, licking his lips. His balls had grown with his cock. They were big, swelling up, already like two big melons, radiating heat…

“...yeah. Go on, lick it. Suck on my cock, little bro. And then I can suck you in. Was meaning to let you stew in my gut. But, on the bright side, you will be back for more fucking so much more quickly if I just churn you up into a nice, big load. Gonna make some of that into a nice thick protein boost for me, and then I can just jizz you all over the place like the slutty, cream addict kitty you are…", he growled, his cock throbbing, pushing me down, pushing against my face, oozing precum, all slick warm and smelling of him. I could not help the shivers. Feeling trapped, helpless and so horny. I was ready to burst. Though even with all that, I could not help thinking of the mess from last time…

“Haaah, just, just don't shoot me all over the bedroom again. Even, hnnnh, even when I reform from, it always leaves, aaaah, stains!", I just got out, before a gush of precum shut me up. It tasted salty, musky and a little bitter and so good I could not helping but lap over the slit and the swollen head. He just chuckled, pushing it right into my face, his balls weighing heavily on me, warm and pulsing…

“Thought you loved it when the whole apartment smelled of my cum", he teased, using his legs to firmly lock me in place, hovering over me, my arms pinned down. I was shivering as his hot breath washed over me, he was groaning as I bucked and grinded against his throbbing cock.

“Hnnnh, yes, but, but it's a bit embarassing, hnnnh, when others come over, and, haaah, hard to focus on anything else when you're, aaahout!", I cried out, feeling his cock give another throb, grinding me into the mattress. Soon, it would be just the right size for me to slide down to those big, heavy, pulsing balls. I looked up at the urethra gaping over me, drooling precum on my head. My big bro was shifting position, no longer needing anything but his cock to hold me down. And of course, he would need to release me from his hold, in order to slurp me up…

“Gonna jizz you all over the bathroom walls then, those are all tiles, so, no reason for my kitty to complain, eh? You'll just run down from then in a nice, big puddle of nut sludge, my little nut slut…", he growled, before pulling me up into a quick, hungry kiss, wrapping his strong arms around both me and his cock between us. He seemed almost reluctant to let me go, licking his lips, looking at me, his breath panting. But finally, it was back onto the mattress with me, on my ass, looking at the drooling slit before me, just the right height to lean in for a lick. To rub the swollen glans with my hands. To slide my fingers into it. I shivered as I felt the rippling pulse going through it. I had been so focused on him that I had forgotten my own arousal, which just made itself known with an aching jolt. I whimpered, panting, horny and still feeling that shiver of instinctive prey panic, as I heard the lusty growl and felt my fingers, my hands, all slick with the gushing precum, just be sucked in…

His scent, his heat, the wet slickness, it was too much to bear. I could not help bucking and jolting, but then, I was already in to my by now slicked down hair. I let out a needy moan, kissing and licking the swollen glans, the slit, the walls, before it just sucked me in. It was so tight. More stretchy, but also more clinging than the gullet. Like being engulfed in hungry, warm, slippery rubber, I thought. And the smell was just amazing. Pure, virile, potent sex, male and musk. Rich, warm and full of life. The heady potency made me feel intoxicated, made my cock throb with need. I felt myself pulled in deeper, my pert nipples sending jolts of pleasure through me as they slid into the hungry cock, rubbing against the walls as I went deeper. Then suddenly, I felt firm hands groping my ass, clawed fingers teasing my entrance, pushing in, slick with lube. The other hand closed around my cock, giving it a few quick, pumping strokes. Enough to undo me.

I cried out, my voice muffled, as I shot my load, just as my pulsing, throbbing erection was guide right into the hungry slit, pressed between my flat abdomen and the tight, clinging wall, my release just some extra lubrication. And my oversensitive cock just kept jolting with pleasure, even when I had spend myself, as it kept rubbing against those walls. By that point, I was too overwhelmed to really take it all in. I was ready to melt already, jerking helplessly as my ass, my thighs, my calves were fondled, pushed in, slicked up and sucked down, until only my feet were left for a playful tease of sharp claws. My Head, my chest, they were already engulfed by the churning, slimy heat of my final destination. The powerful cum scent all around. And as usual, I could already feel the tingle sensation on my skin, as the balls were eager to just melt their prey, churn me up, turn me to jizz…

Something about that shameless, masculine indulgence was just so hard to resist. The knowledge that I was not just food for the body, new material for keeping up those bulging muscles, but to a large degree just fuel for a lusty indulgence. To flood the world with potent seed. Seed spilled in nothing but a musky, masculine display of lusty dominance. And of course, it also helped that it was really easy to reform from a large puddle of cum. After all, it was the seed of all life, was it not?

By now, I would just be a curled up outline. A nice, shapely bulge in those heavy balls. And soon, nothing but a lumpy swelling, then merely visible in how big and full those balls would be…

The tingling was getting stronger, my cock was ready to go. It burned in the most arousing way. Like the rest of my body. Ready to give in to my big bro. I knew he had to be busy jerking off. I had vaguely felt the movement. Seemed he would keep the promise from earlier. His balls were heating up, ready to break me down. So he could enjoy shooting me out as just one big, intense orgasm.

My hand was pumping my shaft, the other rubbing over my achingly pert nipples. Like he would do when teasing me as I buried my nose in his pits, drunk with his sweaty, salty musk. But in here, there was no need for it. Because there was only his scent anyway. Only his heat, only his lust to claim me.

I cried out as I felt my own release coming, only to be drowned in the warm, churning seed flooding my mouth. No worries. No need to breathe anymore. Just, just let myself drown, let my fluttering heart fill me with the tight, panicked rush of arousal, grip tightening, my cock aching.

And just as I shot my load, my body just gave in. My last sensation was of everything melting into the overpowering, slimy heat. A last rush of orgasmic pleasure, before it all faded away…

Only later would I get to hear how my big bro roared in primal ecstasy, as the gallons of hot, creamy seed I had been churned into left sticky splatters on the tiled walls the floor, just all over. How he drunk down the last spurts of the creamy remains of my body. How he just grinned as he leaned against the bathroom walls, letting his panting breath calm a bit, before he went back to bed, passing out with a predator's smile on his face, for me to find him much later. Slide in next to him, nuzzle against his musky body, listening to his firm, steady heartbeat.

Tomorrow, I might clean up the sticky residue of his jizz, of myself, all over the bathroom, walls, floors and ceiling. Tomorrow, I might change the sheets smelling of his sweat and precum. But that night, I would just push my head right against those big, meaty pecs, into the fuzz covering his broad, muscular chest. And just enjoy my cocky big bro...