Tatum has wanted his straight big brother, Tucker, since middle school. Now that they’re almost done with high school, their close brotherhood is about to get even closer. Just like Tucker has always had Tatum’s back as the supportive big brother he is, Tatum finally gets to have Tucker’s back…physically.
My Straight Brother's Bubble Butt is a 3,500-word short story.
Because I was a gay teen and frequently horny, I’d had tons of hot sex compared to other high school boys in this coastal town down south (who were probably all straight). It had all been with a cute fuck buddy who’d gone off to college last year. I’d given him plenty of head and bottomed a lot for him; the latter was much to my discomfort. I had a thick nine-incher that had intimidated him, hence the reason I’d been stuck being a total bottom.
I’d loved eating his butt, though. He’d gone crazy for my tongue, and it’d been our favorite thing to do together until we’d both come hard. I didn’t care if he was on the flatter side back there, since I was an ass guy who thought it was the sexiest part of the male body.
Now, I was ready for my first incestuous experience with Tucker: to eat my straight brother’s bubble butt. I’d fantasized about doing it since middle school when I’d begun to develop forbidden feelings for him. I’d just never thought it would happen after all these years. Before my first experience with rimming, I hadn’t watched any porn—gay, straight, or bi—much less even heard about it from anyone because people in town were generally more traditional with stuff. I’d just had thoughts about it barging into my mind out of nowhere. Given that Tucker and I were on the verge of graduating high school soon—he’d failed a year—it meant I got even more experience by the time we started college, beyond just eating butt.
Standing tall in our shared bedroom, facing each other, Tucker was probably feeling weird and uncomfortable, but he knew I’d never force him into doing anything he didn’t want to do. It was nerve-wracking enough for me to have brought up the subject of rimming in the first place. Besides, he was here for a specific reason. He knew exactly what we were about to do, which made me feel like the luckiest brother ever.
Tucker took off his baseball T-shirt and gym shorts, keeping only his classic-style jockstrap and white gym socks on. His smooth and ripped body alone made my leaking boner stiffer than ever.
He gave my naked body a once-over, a leaner version of his medium build with a little less muscle definition (but still toned). “So…should I get naked, too?” he asked.