Last week I caught my brother Jerry and his girlfriend in the act!

Jerry isn't really my brother. My parents adopted him four years before they finally had me. He is all I am not: he is black, tall, muscular, with smooth pecs and a ripped stomach. He is captain of the basketball team and good at a number of other sports, and he is straight and very popular with the ladies of all colors.

I on the other hand have all the genes of my parents: I am skinny and pimplish like my father, with bad teeth and a crooked smile like my mother, and even though I am barely seventeen, my hair is already thinning. I'd made up for it with brains, you'd say: my adopted brother the brawn and I the brains, but you would be wrong. He is on his way to getting a medical degree, while I had trouble finishing college, and work at a shopping mall now, planning parking times and garbage removal. He's the brawn AND the brains.

My brother and I never had much in common. We were never buddies. He tried to stay quiet while he was a teenager, sensitive to the fact that he was black in a white family, and adopted. My father was nevertheless immensely proud of him, and showed it. His adopted son was tall, handsome, successful smart. His real son was a thin, geekish boy with pimples and a slightly deformed leg. You do the maths. It was awkward, to say the least, but my brother never let me feel it. He never teased me, but he never helped me out either. He more or less ignored me. He ended up in college 300 miles away, and prior to last week, I hadn't seen him in almost two years.

My parents had moved to another State for their retirement, and left our family home empty. On the first warm weekend in spring, I decided to drive up there and have a look around, maybe organize some of my old stuff, and get some clothes and things from my old room before my parents decided to sell the house in a rush. They usually made decisions that way: abruptly, unannounced, without any consultation. That's the way they moved to Florida: they called after moving into their new home there, from the golf course, margaritas clenched.

I parked the car in the driveway and walked to the three-storey house, or rather, the "mansion" as my parents called it. It was a beautiful house, full of southern flair (and slightly out of place), with a balustrade fencing a porch, and elegant Roman columns framing the entrance. I opened the front door with my key, and then I heard it: a bumping sound, again and again, like someone was hammering or banging on wood. For a moment I thought intruders were in the house, or workmen starting to dismantle the furniture. But the only car in the driveway had been a sports car, probably belonging to the neighbors who used the same road to reach their house further back in the woods. The banging now got faster and faster, and then I realized that every bang was followed by a sigh, or gasp. Seconds later, there was a clear "yeah baby, oh yeah". There was someone having sex in the upstairs bedroom. I ran up the stairs, still thinking that strangers had broken into the house, but then I clearly heard my brother's voice: "yeah baby, take my big cock". I stopped, and listened. I was only a few feet away from the open bedroom door, and carefully made another two steps, then peeked around the corner.

On the bed was a skinny blond girl on all fours, facing the window, now raising one hand in front of her face. She seemed to suck on her thumb, and in between gave her load scream and gasps. Behind her stood my brother, naked, with only his sneakers on, in all his black athletic glory. Sweat glistened on his ripped body, and his massive cock slid in and out of the girl's pussy. With his right hand he held her hips, and his left hand was busy massaging her buttocks, I thought at first. When I looked closely, I saw that he had two fingers inserted into the girl's asshole. "Want the other hole again, baby?" he said, and the girl nodded and answered in a rhythmic "yah, yah, yah, oh yah". I saw my brother pull out his truly enormous monster, stroke it while he repositioned himself and pressed her hips down, then inserted his cock into her asshole. A short scream, then a long sigh emanated from the girl's mouth: "ooooh yeaaaaah".

I watched them for a while. I haven't had much experience with men or women in my life, being aesthetically challenged as I am. The last few years I had often dreamed of men, mostly black men, which I explained away as some kind of envy of my gorgeous brother. Yet as I watched him brother and his white girlfriend going at it, I realized that I was far more interested in my brother's body than the girl's, which was, nevertheless, very well shaped. She had big tits, a very slim waist, but seemed to be able to take my brothers fat cock without problems in both her holes. I wondered what it would be like, to be a woman, and get fucked that way.

Lost in my thoughts I had averted my stare and was startled by a scream from the girl: "Oh shit is that the time", and then "baby pull out, pull out, I am sorry baby we have to stop I have to run. I am late for class," followed by curses from my brother, trying to convince her to stay and let him finish his business. "At least suck me off baby, I need you baby, come suck my cock quickly." But she was already up, collecting her various pieces of clothing and getting dressed. My brother lied down on the bed, playing with his cock, watching her. I realized almost too late that she would come this way if she were to leave, and looked around for a hiding place. I had barely closed the door of the linen closet when I heard her run past me and down the stairs. The main door was slammed shut, then a car started, then the sound of tires turning on the gravel. Then silence.

"You can come out now, bro!" The call startled me. I froze. In fact, it almost gave me a heart attack. I am such a shy person at normal times, but to be caught watching my brother have sex was so embarrassing: I didn't move. "Come out and come here!" his husky voice bellowed again through the empty house. I opened the door and walked towards the bedroom. I stopped in the door frame, taking in the view: my brother, still naked, was lying on his back, his legs apart, his 12 inch massive tool erect, glistening with the juices of the girls pussy and ass.

"Long time no see, Jerry", he said. I swallowed hard. I couldn't take my eyes off his monster cock. "You speechless?" he said, smiling at me. "Come over here." Still staring at his cock, I took a step forward. "Come on, get your ass over here. You need to help me out." I walked towards him, slowly, my face probably red from embarrassment. He was now playing again with his cock. "See that cock brother? You've been staring at it far too long for a straight guy. You see my bitch ran out on me, needs to go to beauty school or whatever school she is at. Not that it's doing her any good. And I am here left alone with that horny big black cock. I reckon you suck dick, brother, boy?"

I was standing frozen, unaware that I had been asked a question. "I said: do you suck dick, boy?" my brother said, in a commanding tone. I shook my head. I opened my mouth. I wanted to say "I've never sucked cock", I wanted to say "I am not queer", I wanted to say "hi, long time no see, pack your cock away and lets get a beer, bro." Instead, I made strange gurgling noises. "I figure that's a yes", my brother said smilingly. He moved towards me on the bed, and sat up, so that his erect cock was now right in front of me. "Kneel down boy", he said. I couldn't move. With his right arm he grabbed my shoulder and pressed me down on the floor, then he stood up. His massive glistening cock with its dark pink head stood straight out pointing at me. It smelled of flesh and urine, and of shit. I could see a jelly-like substance all around the shaft, and streaks of a dark paste. All the juices of the girl's cunt and ass where on that tool. Then it came at me. It moved forward and parted my lips. It was the first cock that ever entered my mouth, and it went all the way back to my throat, stretched it open, and went right down it. I couldn't breathe, and the pungent smell from the big monster filled my nasal cavity.

"Help me out here, bro, and suck my cock," my brother said. So I sucked. I pulled it in, and spat it out, I licked its head and its long, thick shaft. I felt a bitter taste and a sweat taste mingle on my tongue. "Might be some shit on it from my bitch's ass, boy, so clean it for me," my brother commanded, then sighed with pleasure as I circled the head. I spat on it and licked it clean, from the balls to the base, from the base down the underside of the shaft, along the upper side of the shaft back to the head, only to engulf it again and let it slide down all the way until my throat hurt."You are very talented," my brother said. "You are a good cocksucker." And after a pause: "Better than my bitch, her mouth is too small for my cock."

Maybe I was, I thought, as I continued servicing my brother's massive tool. Maybe I was born to suck cock, I thought. I did like the taste, for one thing, and I definitely liked the humiliation. It was more a sense of fulfillment than I had ever had. My own little cock was rock hard, pounding, hurting in the confines of my jeans. I sucked as best as I knew, wondering what would happen when he came. Would he shoot his load in my mouth? Over my face? He has his eyes closed and was touching himself, one hand stroking his abs, the other playing with a nipple. He was clearly enjoying himself. I had never before seen my brother's body in such detail: every muscle and sinew, every hair and every irregularity on his almost flawless skin. I took it all in, the sights, the touch, and most of it the smell, as he began to sweat in the hot room. A strong, manly smell began to emanate from his groin and crack, and he himself seemed to relish it: I saw him lick his own armpit, then collect sweat from his ripped stomach with his hand, and bring three fingers to his lips. All of a sudden, he grabbed me under my arms, pulled me up, and turned me round. He reached around my waist and tore my belt open. He pulled down my jeans, then ripped of my briefs in one, powerful motion. I didn't know what he planned, and I was taken aback by the sudden moves. I lay belly-flat on the bed, my feet still in my trainers, when he pulled off my pants over them, and with this thighs spread my legs apart. He did so forcefully and decidedly, but not brutally. He handled me, and rendered me helpless, but he didn't violate me.I heard him spit twice, then felt his big fingers in my crack. When he finally realized that he was about to fuck me, and tried to wriggle free, it was too late. The warm, soft tip of his cock was already pushing up against my sphincter. He pulled a pillow towards me and shoved it under my face. "Bite down on this, bitch-boy", he said, then shoved his cock inside me in one big, forceful thrust.

Tears came streaming down my cheeks, but only a short scream escaped my lips. I buried my face in the pillow. I felt his fat manhood enter me, deeper and deeper, and thought he would rip me apart. Surely I was bleeding by now. My behind felt numb, and inside me, I imagined his fat prick pushing my intestines apart, tearing them to pieces. But instead, after less than half a minute or so of vigorous, violent thrusts, the massive pounding organ started to feel rather good in my virgin ass. The juices of my ass gave it lubrication, and my sphincter got slowly used to the stretching. Despite its length, it didn't hurt, and after a while, I was surprised to find that it was an utterly pleasurable sensation. Pain gave way to pleasure, a warm, fulfilled feeling. My ass wrapped itself around his monster as it had waited for it to come home. Every thrust ended in a short, intense sensation, sometimes a little painful, more often like the need to pee, but increasingly, as if I was nearing an orgasm, and was about to explode.

"Hey, having fun there!" a voice shouted from the door. I turned my head and saw a tall, white guy with chiseled features and massive, veined arms, standing in the door frame. "You just have to have every chick ...", then his green eyes looked at me "oh fuck dude, the chick ... the chick's a dude, dude!"

Without stopping his punishing pounding, my brother turned towards the intruder: "Hey Max. Hey, yeah, ah, never mind the dude. I was here with my girl, but she ran off to her dance class or something, so my brother here is helping me out. I figured one ass is much like another!" Max smiled. He took a sip from the beer in his hand, then put the bottle on the nightstand to his right. He walked to the window side of the bed, where my head was, then opened his zipper and dug out his still flaccid dick. "Mind if I help myself," he said to my brother. "Suck the man's cock, boy", the command came. My brother he pulled me up so that I was now on all fours. I was still adjusting my position when Max had grabbed me by the hair, pulled up my face, spit on it, then hit me with his palm. "Yeah, a bitch-boy. Lov'em! You can be much rougher with bitch-boys," he said, now shoving his hardening cock in my mouth.

And there I was, caught between two athletes, their massive cocks probing my holes. By turning my head to the left, I could see the whole spectacle in the large wall-mounted mirror. I looked frail and small, caught between to muscle-bound giants. Max's cock was longer than my entire head, and yet with every thrust it magically disappeared in my throat, all the way down. My brother's meat pounded my ass in long, vigorous strokes. I had an image in my mind of the two cocks meeting somewhere inside me.

I could smell the stench of shit as my brother pounded my behind. Having never been fucked before, and being in no way prepared for the adventure, I had no idea how dirty my ass was. I figured if it got too much, my brother would stop and walk away. "Oh shit, too much beer", I then heard Max say, and pull out his cock. He was about to walk away, when my brother called out: "Where you going?" "Need to piss", said Max. "Just slosh down his throat. The fucking cocksucker must love piss." And then to me: "Take his piss, bitch-boy." I had no idea what was coming. What was he to do? Piss on me? Disgusting! Take his piss? Was I supposed to drink it? I had never in my life even thought of drinking piss. My shy and protected existence had had no room for such perversities. Before I could protest (not that it would have done any good), Max had slammed his cock back in my mouth, simultaneously taking off his sleeveless plaid shirt, and showing off a lean, muscular torso witha small sun-tattoo around his beautifully formed navel. A line of dark, fluffy hair flowed from the sun into his bush. "Wait," my brother commanded. "Can't wait," said Max, need to piss NOW. "Tell the man you want his piss, boy!" my brother said to me. Max giggled. I couldn't bring myself to open my mouth. "I said, beg the man for his piss, bitch-boy!" "Please," I stammered, almost inaudibly. "Louder!" "Please Sir, can I have your piss!" I said, as loud as I could manage. It still sounded feeble.

In place of an answer, yellow piss splashed all over my face. I quickly opened my mouth and felt the warm liquid fill my oral cavity. The piss came fast, and I soon had a choice between letting it all flow out on the bed, or swallow the whole mouthful. "Don't you dare spill it. Swallow, bitch," said Max. My brother laughed, then Max laughed too. They both watched me swallow the piss. "Good boy," said my brother, and landed a fat wad of spit between my eyes. "You have to learn to say thank you, bitch boy." Max stopped pissing and withdrew his cock. "Say thank you, bitch-boy," he said, and spat on my face. His rough, manly hand rubbed the spit of both man into my cheeks, my forehead and eyebrows, while he waited for an answer. I didn't immediately respond, because I still had piss in my mouth and hadn't swallowed yet. He slapped me hard. "Say thank you, bitch boy!" he commanded again. The slap had hurt, and I felt tears wallowing up. "Don't you cry, bitch," my brother said. "Thank Max for the piss and the slap, then beg for some more! Now!" "Thank you Sir for your tasty piss," I finally said, "and for hitting me, Sir. Sorry Sir. ... Please Sir," and now I finally regained composure, and said loudly and firmly: "Please Sir, can I have more piss!" "Oh fuck yeah, that's the way! Bitch-boy begging!" Max screamed, and with a splash a second round of piss sprayed from his hard cock over my face and hair.

When he was done, he stuck his prick back in my mouth and face-fucked me violently. His tool wasn't as big as my brother's, but enough to make me gag several times and hurt my throat as he thrust it all the way in. By now the smell of piss and shit was filling the room, and soon after, my brother pulled out his cock. "Fuck, smells like fucking shit. Need to clean up. Come here bitch", he said, and pulled me off the bed. H pushed me down on the floor. His enormous cock stood upright in front of my face. It was covered in long streaks of shit from my own ass, and smelled awful. "Watch this Max!" my brother said. Max came round, jerking his cock with his fist. Then towards me, my brother said: "You know what to do!" Strangely enough, I did. I saw the filthy organ, and I knew exactly that I had to clean it for my alpha male brother. I wasn't even disgusted by the thought anymore, even though the stench now reaching my nostrils was revolting. Encouraged by my new-found "self-esteem" as my brother's bitch-boy, I answered "Yes Sir", then I took the filthy monster in my mouth. My answer sounded almost proud. Just like I had cleaned off the juices from his girlfriend, I now cleaned my own ass juices and shit from my brother's cock. The now familiar bitter taste was there again, combined with a zesty sweetness. Not bad at all.

"He seems to like it!" said Max, watching me transfixed. He knelt down and with his strong, hairy hand, reached under my cock and balls. He stuck one, then two, then three fingers up my asshole, moved around a bit, then brought his hand forward again. His fingers were covered in a brown mixture of shit and ass juice. He stretched out his hand and smeared some on my face, then put his fingers in my mouth while my brother's cock was still in there. "Hey," my brother protested, "he's my toilet!" Roaring laughter ensued.

While my brother pulled me back into position on all fours on the bed, Max stripped off the rest of his clothes. "Turn him round" he said, and my brother grabbed me and flipped me on my back. Seconds later, his fat cock was back in my ass, pounding away. At the same time, Max was squatting down on my face. I saw his strong, muscular thighs, then his crack covered in a fluff of blond hair. He spread his cheeks apart and I caught a last glimpse of a a shit-streaked pink rose of his asshole, before it came down and rested on my mouth. "Lick me clean, bitch," he commanded. I stuck out my tongue and licked around the hole, then stuck my tongue in as deep as I could. He sighed. "Ah, yeah, lick that hole!" I could feel the hard end of a turd, but it was too far in to reach. I concentrated on his crack, the hairy asshole, and the sweaty smell wafting up my nostrils. Unlike my own shit and my brother's girlfriend's juices, Max's asshole tasted only sweet: a pure, pleasant, sugary taste. I started wondering what the difference was: maybe Max had eaten more meat, and the girl more vegetables? Then I wondered what gave me the idea that meat would produce a sweater taste, and vegetables a bitter taste. I had no idea, after all: this was the first time I ever had tasted my own, not to mention, someone else's shit. Yet I craved it. I knew I would swallow Max's turd if he pushed it out.

Max was jerking his cock while I sucked his ass. "Your bitch-boy is fantastic," he said. "Can I fuck him now?" he asked. But it was too late. He realized that he himself was too close to coming, and the same moment, my brother pulled out. Max got off the bed, and my brother pulled me by the hair, pushed down on the floor, and gave me a kick to align my feet and make me kneel right in front of them. They both stood next to each other, in all their tall, rock-hard glory, muscles glistening from sweat; cocks wet from my ass and mouth juices. "His face is full of shit," commented Max, and Jerry said: "Open your mouth, bro". I closed my eyes, and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Then I felt my brother's cock head on the left side of my mouth, and Max's cock on the right, and both jerking in rapid movements.

They shot almost simultaneously: my brother over my nose, eyes, over my hair, then a second wad over my mouth and nose. Max aimed straight for the mouth, and the entire one, two, three fat wads of spunk landed on the back of my tongue. I savored them for a second, then swallowed. Max pressed his cock in my mouth and said "lick it clean, bitch". I did my best, with my tongue all covered in cum and my face in shit. I spit-shined his cock as best as I could, but before I was done, a wall of piss come raining down on my face again. Instinctively by now, I turned towards my brother's black faucet, and swallowed mouthful after mouthful.

I was still kneeling on the floor trying to wipe cum, piss, spit and shit from my face, when I saw them both standing in the door, dressed again. My brother turned round and smiled at me: "Thanks for helping out, bro. Maybe we'll see more of each other, now that you are broken in." And with that they turned round and ran off. I heard them stampeding down the stairs, then the sound of the front door snapping shut.