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Step Bros - Part 11
🕑 Added 2025-03-13 13:47:59 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
The way Ayden was looking at me, all cocky and commanding, had me spreading my legs without a second thought. He slid between them, one slick finger circling my hole, teasing the tight ring of muscle before pushing in slow. I tensed at first, the stretch burning a little, but he crooked his finger just right, brushing something inside me that made my whole body jolt.
“Fuck—” I hissed, hips bucking up as he added a second finger, scissoring them to open me up. The stretch was intense, a sharp edge of pain melting into something hot and needy, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped out.
“There it is,” Ayden purred, leaning down to nip at my thigh as he worked me open. “Relax, Nick. Gonna make you scream for me.”
His fingers twisted, pumping faster, and I could feel myself loosening, my body craving more even as my mind spun.
He pulled his hand free, wiping it on the sheet, then grabbed his cock—still hard, slick with lube and his own pre-cum—and lined up. The blunt pressure against my hole made me suck in a breath, and then he pushed in—slow at first, letting me feel every thick inch as he sank deeper. The burn was sharp, overwhelming, but it morphed fast into a full, aching pleasure that had me gripping the bed like a lifeline.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Ayden groaned, his hands pinning my hips down as he bottomed out. He didn’t give me long to adjust—just pulled back and thrust in again, setting a steady, punishing rhythm that had me moaning louder than I thought I could. His cock dragged against that spot inside me every time, sending sparks up my spine, and I was already hard again, leaking onto my stomach without even touching myself.
“Fuck, Ayden—don’t stop—” I begged, voice wrecked, and he grinned down at me, sweat dripping off his brow as he picked up the pace, slamming into me so hard the bed rocked.
“Oh, I’m not stopping,” he panted, one hand sliding up to tweak my nipple, the other gripping my thigh. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk, newbie. Welcome to the game.”
Ayden’s thrusts turned relentless, each one slamming into me with a wet, filthy sound that echoed off the walls. My legs shook, hooked over his shoulders, and my hands clawed at his back, leaving red streaks across his sweat-slick skin. He was relentless, his thick cock pounding that sweet spot inside me until my vision blurred and all I could do was moan—loud, broken, and desperate. My own dick bounced against my stomach, hard again and leaking a sticky mess, and I couldn’t even think straight enough to touch it.
“Fuck, Nick—gonna cum—” Ayden rasped, his rhythm faltering as his grip tightened on my hips, bruising the skin.
He slammed in deep one last time, head tipping back with a high-pitched groan as he unloaded deep inside me. I could feel it—hot, pulsing spurts filling me up—and it tipped me over the edge. My second orgasm hit like a punch, no hands needed, just pure, raw sensation as I came hard, splattering cum across my chest and even catching my chin. My whole body locked up, toes curling, and I swear I blacked out for a second from how intense it was.
Ayden collapsed on top of me, both of us panting like we’d run a marathon. His cock softened inside me, slipping out with a slick, lewd sound, and I felt a trickle of his cum leak out, warm and sticky against my thighs. He rolled off after a minute, sprawling on his back with a lazy, satisfied grin.
“Damn, Nick. You’re a natural. Vers king in the making.”
I laughed, weak and breathless, wiping sweat from my forehead. “Fuck… I’m dead. You killed me.”
“Worth it,” he shot back, sitting up to grab his briefs from the floor. He slid them on, then started gathering his stuff—jeans, sneakers, the little toy he hadn’t even gotten around to using.
“I’d stay and cuddle, but I’ve got a 9 a.m. hookup lined up. Grindr waits for no man.” He winked, tossing the lube into his bag. “Hit me up when you’re ready for round two.”
“Yeah, uh—definitely,” I mumbled, still dazed as I watched him pull his shirt over his head.
He gave me a quick slap on the ass—playful but stinging—then sauntered out. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the sheets a crumpled, damp mess, and I just lay there, trying to remember how to breathe.
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I must’ve dozed off for a while, because the next thing I knew, the door creaked open again, and Jax’s voice cut through the haze.
“Yo, Nick, you alive in here? Smells like a fuckin’ sex dungeon—what the hell happened?”
I jolted upright, wincing as my sore ass protested the move. Jax stood in the doorway, all broad shoulders and messy hair, his gym bag slung over one arm. He was in a tank top and shorts, fresh off a workout by the look of it, and his nose wrinkled as he took in the scene—me, naked and cum-streaked, sprawled on a bed that looked like a war zone.
“Uh…” I scrambled for a sheet to cover myself, but it was tangled at the foot of the bed, useless. “Ayden was here. We, uh… hung out.”
Jax raised an eyebrow, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him.
“Hung out? Dude, it looks like you got railed six ways to Sunday. And it stinks—like, sex stink.”
He smirked, dropping his bag by the desk and crossing his arms. “That twink dude? Seriously? What’d he do to you?”
I flushed, my face burning as I tried to play it cool. “Yeah, well… he’s experienced. We messed around. No big deal.”
My voice cracked a little, betraying me, and Jax’s smirk widened.
“No big deal, huh?” He stepped closer. “Looks like a big deal to me. Shit, man, I’m straight, but even I’m kinda curious now. What’s it like? He fuck you or what?”
I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face. “Jax, c’mon—”
“Nah, for real,” he pressed, leaning against the desk, all casual but with this glint in his eye I couldn’t quite read. “You’re my stepbro, dude. I gotta know what’s got you looking like you just ran a sex marathon. Spill it.”
I hesitated, still half-naked and sticky, but his stare wasn’t letting up.
“Fine,” I muttered, shifting to sit up properly, ignoring the ache in my lower back. “He fucked me. I fucked him. It was… intense. Happy now?”
Jax whistled low, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. “Damn. Intense, huh? You’re much wilder than I thought, Nick.”
He paused, then tilted his head, that smirk creeping back.
I glared at him, though exhaustion and a weird, buzzing tension kept me from putting much heat behind it. “I dunno, man. Maybe. Why you so curious, huh? Straight guy like you?”
Jax shrugged, pushing off the desk and heading for his side of the room, but not before tossing me a look over his shoulder. “Dunno. Guess I just didn’t expect my stepbro to turn into a full-blown gay slut overnight.”
I grabbed a pillow and launched it at him. “Hey! I’m not a slut. I’m just enjoying college.”
Jax dodged it with a smirk, but then his gaze landed on something across the room. “And what the hell is that?” He pointed at the sci-fi-looking toy Ayden had left behind.
I glanced over and let out a snort. “Oh. That’s the twink’s. We didn’t end up needing it. He must’ve forgotten it.” I stretched, too lazy to grab my phone. “I’ll text him about it tomorrow.”
Jax squinted at it like he was studying an alien artifact. “Looks like an Infinity Gauntlet or some shit.”
Before I could respond, he walked over to the whiteboard and flipped it over dramatically. Then, in an exaggerated announcer’s voice, he grabbed the marker and scrawled another tally. “And the slut-off continues! Nick: four fuckin’ points!” He turned to me with an exaggerated flourish. “Jax: still just one.”
I cackled, probably more than I should have, and then took another pillow to the face.
Yeah. I was loving this way too much and I really needed a shower.
