I Let My Girlfriend’s Brother Use My Cock to Forget the Guy Who Stood Him Up Ch. 1

Cuddling Her Sad Little Brother Ended With Him Creaming on My Shirt and Taking My Load Deep

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I was over at my girlfriend’s place when her brother, Finn, who’s also her roommate, came into the living room. I was watching TV on the couch, and he sat down right next to me. I had a cold beer in my hand, and I could feel the tension rolling off him, so I asked, “You want a beer?”

“Yeah. A beer would do me wonders right now,” he said.

I got up, grabbed a can from the fridge, and sat back down next to him — closer than I’d meant to. I handed him the cold can. Our fingers brushed as he took it. He cracked it open and started drinking fast, taking long, heavy gulps. When he finally lowered it, he let out a long, loud burp.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Slow down, champ,” I said, glancing at him. The gunshots from the action show on the TV kept going, but I wasn’t paying attention anymore.

“Why?” he asked, already lifting the can again. “I wanna get drunk.”

“Something bothering you?” I could tell this wasn’t just a casual “get drunk for fun” kind of night.

“Y-yeah. But it’s fine,” he muttered after another long drink. A drop of beer ran down the stubble on his chin — darker than his dirty-blond hair — and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“Come on, you can talk to me.”

“I said it’s fine, man,” he snapped, his voice sharper now. “I don’t want my sister to hear and give me an ‘I told you so.’”

“She’s not home. Don’t worry about her.”

“Where is she?”

“Out with her girlfriends.”

“Of course,” he scoffed. “Anything but cleaning up around here. The house is a fucking mess.”

“You want me to help you clean some stuff up?” I offered. I wasn’t about to clean their whole house, but I figured doing something with him might help him vent.

“Nah, it’s her turn. I’ll be fine once I finish this beer.” He took another big gulp like it was medicine.

“Well, you don’t have to tell me. But if you decide to, I’m not like your sister. I’m not gonna judge you.”

He looked at me then, his dark blue eyes tired and defeated. “You’re really not gonna say ‘I told you so’ after I tell you?”

“I promise,” I said calmly.

He exhaled heavily. “Okay. So uh… there’s this guy I’ve been talking to. Dating, actually. For a while now. But this is the fifth fucking time he’s canceled on me. And I really like him. The first few times we met, he was so sweet and caring… Now all he says is that he’s too busy with work. But I saw him in a café once with one of his friends. I knew it was his friend because I met him when Julian and I went out to party. My sister says he’s cheating on me and that I’m a dumbass for waiting around. I know it’s stupid… but he was really sweet at the start. Plus, this is a small, shitty town. There aren’t a lot of gay guys around here. I don’t have that many options. I’m just… so fucking sad, man.”

He took another long swig of his beer.

Aww, poor guy, I thought.

“He said he’d come over and fuck today,” Finn continued, voice low. “I was so happy. Part of me told myself not to get my hopes up… but another part trusted him. Again.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I went with the safest thing I could think of. “I’m sorry, man. That must suck.” I meant it. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Not really,” he said, finishing the can. He squeezed it in his hand. “Maybe get me another one?”

“Okay, let’s slow down a little,” I replied, taking the empty can from him. Our fingers brushed again. “I’d rather cuddle you than have you get shitfaced and have your sister blame me for it.”

He let out a short chuckle. “Yeah, right…”

The words had left my mouth before I even realized what I was offering to my girlfriend’s brother.

“I mean… if it’s gonna make you feel better,” I added.

“I really don’t think she’d like that,” he said, the smirk fading from his face. We were both serious now.

“She cuddles her friends. Her female friends. She even calls them her girlfriends.”

“That’s just a figure of speech,” he replied, looking straight into my eyes with those dark blue ones.

“But the rest isn’t. She loves you a lot, Finn. And if… if you getting some physical closeness would make you feel better, I really don’t think she’d be against it.”

He glanced at the bed. “I really don’t think we can do it there though. The couch is too small.”

“Your bedroom?” I asked, already thinking about how we’d need to be done and back to normal before my girlfriend got home.

He looked back at the TV. “But I like the show…”

“Uh… okay…” I mumbled, my mind racing for a solution. The couch was only meant for two people sitting up. If we laid down it’d be cramped, but it was long enough from front to back. An idea hit me. “Come here,” I said, leaning back against the armrest and spreading my legs.

I reached out. He hesitated for a second, then moved between my legs, settling in with his back against my chest and his ass pressed right against my crotch. I hoped I wouldn’t get hard from the immediate warmth and pressure.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer. His hands rested on my forearms.

“Already feels better,” he said quietly, relaxing into me.

I smiled. “You’re welcome.”

“I wasn’t saying thank you,” he replied, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. I held him tighter in response and slowly slid one hand down to his thick, muscular thigh, rubbing it gently the way I’d done with his sister a hundred times.

The difference was impossible to ignore — he was so much bigger, heavier, more solid. His legs spread mine wider than I expected, and it quickly became uncomfortable. “Hey… asshole,” I said with a short laugh. “Is it okay if you sit on my lap instead? My legs are getting sore.”

“Yeah, sure.” He shifted, lifting up and then lowering himself properly onto my lap. He was heavy — way heavier than any girl I’d held — but it didn’t feel bad. If anything, it felt… grounding. Like a heavy weighted blanket on a cold winter night.

I kept rubbing his arms slowly. After a while, he started shifting his weight, his ass moving subtly against me. The friction built gradually. My body reacted before my brain could catch up — I got hard fast, my cock pressing firmly against him through our clothes.

“Shit… sorry man, am I — ” he started, voice low and a little rough. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he rocked back against me again, slower this time, almost testing.

“It’s okay, Finn,” I breathed, squeezing his thigh and waist reassuringly. My hips pushed up slightly to meet him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… fuck,” he groaned, pressing down harder. “I prepped and everything…”

My hand brushed against the obvious bulge in his pants. He was rock hard too. Instead of pulling away, I rubbed him slowly through the fabric. The memory of my girlfriend was fading fast.

Both of us were breathing heavier now. I knew exactly what this was — two horny guys getting lost in the moment. Simple biology. Dangerous, but undeniable.

“No, no… my sister…” Finn muttered, even as he kept grinding back against my cock. “What would she think if…”

“She doesn’t have to know,” I said, voice low. “She wouldn’t understand. But you’re a man. You get it. It’s just… two guys helping each other out.”

“But she can fulfill your needs…”

“It’s been a while since we’ve had sex. She’s barely around lately.”

We kept rubbing against each other, slow and needy, like animals in heat.

“Why won’t you two just move in together…?” he asked between shallow breaths.

“Because she doesn’t want to leave you dealing with rent alone. She cares about her little brother…”

“N-no… I can’t do this to her…”

“Come on. Even if she wouldn’t understand… deep down she wants what’s best for you. She wants you to feel better. This makes you feel better, doesn’t it?”

“Y-yeah…” he admitted, voice breaking. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve been fucked. I fingered myself earlier… rubbed my spot so hard but I couldn’t cum. That’s why I’m like this…”

I pushed my hips up firmly, craving more pressure. “So you need something inside you?”

“Yes… fuck yes. My fingers aren’t enough anymore…”

I groaned against his shoulder. “Then let me make you feel better, Finn.”

“But my sister — ”

“Don’t worry about her. She’s not gonna know.” My hand slid up and down his hard cock again. “Go get some lube.”

So much for watching the show.

A few minutes later, he came back, his underwear and pants already gone. I saw his hard cock standing proud, and even from the couch I could tell he was a bit bigger than me.

He walked over as I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down just enough, freeing my own aching cock. He opened the bottle of lube and poured some onto my dick, mixing it with the precum already beading at the tip. I stroked myself slowly, spreading the slickness, while he turned around and let me watch him lube up his ass, fingers gliding over his hole before spreading his cheeks for me.

The moment he was done, he turned to face me. My girlfriend’s boyfriend hovered over my lap, grabbed my hard cock, and rubbed the head against his tight entrance. Then he sank down.

It went in so easily.

Finn moaned as I stretched him open, but his body was relaxed, greedy for it. I gripped his hips as inch after inch disappeared inside him until he was sitting flush on my lap, my cock buried to the hilt.

“Fuck… fuck, you’re so big…” he breathed, face flushed, hands clutching my shoulders.

“Your sister agrees,” I replied with a smirk. “But you’re not so small either.”

“S-shut up,” he muttered, embarrassed. Then he started moving, sliding up and down my cock.

I matched his rhythm, fucking him slowly, giving him the deep, steady strokes his hookup couldn’t. My hands stayed tight on his waist as we moved together, both of us breathing hard.

“Agh — right there!” he moaned when my cockhead dragged across his prostate.

“Oh yeah?” I grinned, angling my hips to hit that spot again and again.

He was prepared, so it didn’t take long before we picked up speed. He rode me like he knew exactly what he was doing — smooth, skilled, almost practiced. I was impressed.

“Fuck, your cock feels so good…”

“Is that so?” I groaned. “I could say the same about your hole. You’re such a good boy, Finn…”

“Aghhh, I try…” he whined, bouncing harder. I thrust up to meet him, fucking him deeper.

“You’re so tight… so warm and wet inside. Feels fucking incredible, man…”

“T-thanks,” he gasped, wrapping a hand around his own cock and stroking fast. “I-I’m getting close…”

“Cum for me, Finn.”

“A-are you sure? I-I’m gonna ruin your shirt…”

“It’s fine,” I said.

Seconds later he cried out, his whole body tensing as thick ropes of cum splattered across my black shirt. Some even landed on my jaw. The sight of him losing control because of my cock pushed me over the edge right after him.

My balls tightened and I emptied deep inside him, groaning against his neck as I pumped rope after rope into his guts. When the last twitch faded, he collapsed forward, panting, still impaled on me and holding on tight.

“Fuck… fuck, finally…”

I rubbed his ass gently. “Do you feel better now?”

He let out a shaky, satisfied laugh.

“I feel… awesome. Thanks…”