Tim Dominates his Friend's Brother

It was a flimsy excuse, and we both knew it. Tim didn’t leave anything here last night, and if he had he just would have asked my brother, Greg, to bring it with him to practice. But I figured I’d play along. Greg told me I couldn’t actively pursue anyone on his team, but didn’t say anything about them pursuing me. Greg and I are a year apart in school, and we got an apartment together when he got a football scholarship to the same school I was already at. 

“Oh, sure, come in!” I said, trying to keep a pleasant smile on my face instead of a knowing one.

As he walked in, the first thing anyone would notice is that Tim was big, massive even. Being the oldest player on the school's football team would do that for you. He may not have been tall, even though at 5’ 10” he was at least a few inches taller than me. No, it wasn’t any particular feature, but all of them in combination. Instead his shoulders seemed almost too wide, his hands almost too big. His chest looked puffed out, and I’m going to pretend that he was doing it to impress me. Maybe it was his tight-fitting shirt, which helped to accentuate his clearly built physique. Regardless, I made myself focus on his face. 

“What did you say you left?” I asked with a sweetly helpful tone. He had been here last night with a few of Greg’s other teammates just hanging out after the afternoon’s practice. Tim was always one of the nicer guys on the team. He’d make sure there was room for me to sit, he’d grab me a drink when he was up, that sort of thing. I’d learned my lesson in high school and my first year in college about assuming straight guys were into me just because they were nice, so I didn’t get my hopes up regarding Tim. I’d attributed him brushing his body against me to him just not being aware of his size, and the longer-than-average stares to him never having really been around an openly gay guy before. Tonight was different though. He seemed anxious, nervous almost. 

“Uh, I, um…” he sputtered. Apparently he hadn’t thought he would get this far. “I think, maybe, my student ID fell out of my pocket?” A smooth recovery. It was almost plausible. 

“From when you were sitting on the couch?” I suggested. I didn’t want him to struggle too hard to find a reason to be here.

“Yeah, that’s probably what happened.” he quickly agreed. 

“Well let’s take a look under the cushions or around the couch, then.” I moved toward the couch. I grabbed one of the cushions from the right side and he started on the left. I know they were just cushions, but watching Tim out of the corner of my eye I gained a new appreciation for how strong he had to be. The way he pulled the cushions off the couch was completely effortless. I didn’t struggle with mine, but I wasn’t nearly as smooth as he was. 

My older brother clearly got all the athletic genes in our family. Despite being only a couple of years older than him, no one ever guessed we were brothers. Our faces were similar, but body types could not have been more different. He was tall, strong, and muscular; whereas I was short, slender, and small. I didn’t mind, I was perfectly happy with it. Sports never held any interest for me anyway, so no loss for me. My body type suited my personality perfectly. We got along well enough, and I was happy to help him around campus and it made sense for us to room together. 

While I was admiring Tim’s feat of strength in attacking the cushions, I also noticed that he wasn’t really looking for anything, he seemed to just be going through the motions. One more confirmation that he didn’t really come here for his ID. I decided I’d let him take it from here, and see what he thought he was going to do after he couldn’t find his ID. 

Tim tossed the cushions back onto the couch and threw himself down onto the couch with them. The couch shook under his weight. 

“Damn, I guess it’s not here,” he said, “I wonder where else I could have left it? Oh well, I’ve been looking everywhere for it today. I’m exhausted. Wanna chill with me for a bit, or are you busy?”

“No, I was just watching TV. We can definitely chill. Aren’t you hanging with Greg tonight?” I asked as I sat down next to him on the couch. I intentionally sat in a way that let my leg brush up against his thick quads, and I let it stay there. I saw him glance at it, but he didn’t say anything.

“I was supposed to, but another night of playing video games just sounds boring tonight, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it. That’s obviously never been my scene either.” I hoped that we could turn the conversation to something more intimate. 

“Oh, I guess I can see that, ha.” He seemed a little unsure of how to approach talking about me, and laughed nervously. “How are things going for you? You dating anyone or anything like that?”

I see he wanted to get there faster than I expected. I laughed, “No, I haven’t wanted to really get into dating seriously just yet. I usually just do one-night stands or hookups. Isn’t that what college is for? Plus I got to use this ass while I’ve got it.” I took the opportunity to nudge things in the direction I hoped for, and stood up to show off, laughing some more, then sat back down. I have a good ass, even if it is a little small. 

He laughed, too. That was a relief. It really would have been awkward if I had misread things. “You do have a very nice ass.” He said in a hopeful tone. “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask,  if maybe, you, um…” he trailed off and looked down at his hands.

“Tim, do you want to hook up with me?” He was taking way too long and I was done beating around the bush, because I had fantasized about him ever since I met him. To be fair, I’d been fantasizing about the whole football team, but he was definitely near the top of the list. 

His face darted toward mine, somehow shock and relief simultaneously on his face. “Oh, um, uhhhh, ha ha, yeah…” he trailed, “That’s kinda why I came over.” His tone became more serious, “Is that too much? I didn’t want your brother or the team to know. I’m not really sure if I’m.. gay or whatever. But I think you’re really hot, and I know I want to… see what that could be like.”

“No worries, I understand. Plus it’ll be hard to say no when you flatter me like that.” I leaned over to him, lifting my leg up to straddle his lap. I was now sitting on him, facing him, our faces inches away. His eyes were wide, again betraying that he really hadn’t thought this through. I brought my hands up to his head, running my fingers through his hair until I clasped them together behind his neck. I pulled him forward slightly, trying to give him the idea of what to do next. Thankfully he took the prompt and leaned forward to kiss me. His arms and hands took their cue and wrapped themselves around me. Feeling his strong arms encircle me, and his big hands grab my sides made me moan. 

I felt him smile while kissing me, I smiled too. He became emboldened, kissed me harder and grabbed me more tightly. His strength was apparent in his grip. I doubt I could have gotten away even if I had wanted to. I subconsciously started grinding up against him, working my ass over his crotch. I felt him start to grow beneath me, and he started to grind against me as well. He rolled me over onto my back on the couch, still locked on my lips. I involuntarily spread my legs open as he continued to grind against me. I brought my hands down to the base of his shirt and started pulling it over his head. He pushed himself off me and leaned back, helping me pull his shirt off. I laid back, amazed at his physique. His huge chest and arms would have made me weak in the knees if I wasn’t already on my back.

We continued making out for another minute, but it was clear that Tim didn’t want to waste time. His thick hands started working their way into my shorts, slowly pulling them down. He freed my hard, precumming cock. I moaned again as it sprang back and hit my abdomen. I helped him get the shorts off my legs, and then immediately went to unbutton his pants. His bulge was more than noticeable. I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into.

Tim sidestepped off the couch so we could get his pants off. As he pulled down his pants and underwear, a veritable monster of a cock bounced up. It had to be a minimum of 9 inches, cut, but was incredibly thick with a bright red head. It was definitely the biggest cock I had ever seen in person, and it felt like it dwarfed mine at 5 inches. His head was already wet, clear that he had been precumming as well. I turned to sit on the couch, then grabbed his huge thighs and pulled him toward me. I wasn’t sure how I’d manage, but I knew I wanted him inside me. I took his massive cock in one hand and gently guided him to my mouth. I had to open my mouth as wide as I could to get it around his cock without scraping with my teeth. I got a few inches down, but it was clear I wasn’t going to be able to get it all. He was already hitting the back of my throat, and it looked like I still had a mile left. He began thrusting in and out of my mouth. I used my tongue to rub the head and work more of the shaft. 

It was a good thing my brother wasn’t home, because Tim was moaning like a crazed person. He was picking up the pace and force of his thrusts into my mouth. I quickly weighed the option of just finishing him off with my mouth. I loved the idea of swallowing his load, tasting his juices and knowing that I hadn’t even brought out the big gun of bottoming for him. He had been leaning back as he pushed into my mouth, but while doing my mental calculus, he leaned forward simultaneously pushing me back against the couch. He held himself up and over me with his arms on the back of the couch, so that he could properly face fuck me. I guess this is what he wants right now, and who was I to argue? 

I tried to relax my throat and mouth, letting him have his way with me as he continued to stuff my mouth with his cock. I put my hands on his hips, feeling his muscles tighten and relax with each movement. I used my arms to absorb some of the force of his pushes. I brought one hand down to his balls, slowly playing with them and rubbing a finger along his taint. Tim increased his moans, pushing harder against me, trying to fit even more of himself into my mouth. I struggled to breath around this giant cock, saliva was running down my mouth and my eyes were watering. But I loved every second of having Tim dominate me, and I was willing to suffer to get him to shoot that load down my throat. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to have his cum inside me. 

Tim began grunting deeply, and I knew what was about to happen. I put my hands around his shaft to provide extra pressure, and to help stop him from choking me to death with his dick. He was pushing hard and fast. I tasted more of his precum, and I got even more excited for his load. I relaxed my throat more, letting him get deeper into me, when I felt him tense and thrust as far as he could. He stayed there for just a millisecond before I felt wave after wave of hot, salty cum flood my throat. He was already buried so far that he was shooting straight down my throat. I had to keep swallowing and fighting off the gag reflex, it felt like he would never stop cumming. Finally the bursts of cum stopped, and he pulled back slightly. I used my tongue to wipe every bit of cum off his cock, causing him to shudder and moan. Then he pulled out quickly, like ripping off a bandaid. 

“Holy fuck that was amazing” Tim said breathlessly. I sat there staring at him with my hard cock in the air. Tim’s gaze conspicuously avoided it. “Listen, I’ve got to get to Rob’s house. I’m gonna go hang with the guys,” inching towards his discarded articles of clothing. 

“You’re just gonna leave me like this?” I asked incredulously. I may be submissive, but a boy’s gotta get off too. Tim looked, annoyed? “I mean, I knew you were kinda questioning things, but I didn’t think you were just gonna use me as a cum dump.”

“Hey, you don’t get to tell me what I get to do.” His voice was somehow colder. He seemed like a completely different guy than the one that wandered in here with a shitty excuse 15 minutes ago. “I’ll be coming by again. If you want this to be a thing, you’ll be okay with this. I’m in charge here.”

My mind raced while he put his clothes back on. Debating what I wanted. I loved being used, but at least when I know that I’m going to be. Being blindsided like this wasn’t nearly as fun. The idea of being his fucktoy when he needed it was hot. I smiled a little, “Fine, get out of here, but you’d better be back soon. I’ll just take care of myself tonight.”

“Like hell you will. You don’t get to cum until I say so,” walking toward the door. “I’ll be deciding when you get to get off. We can talk it out later.” He opened the door and went through, closing it with a final sounding slam. 

“What did I just get myself into?” I wondered out loud. 

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