Hanging with My Big Bro

He smiled, spreading his legs slightly wider, his blue shorts loose enough that I could almost see up his crotch. "Then get on the ground in front of me."

Sliding off the leather recliner, I slowly crept to the ground, literally kneeling in front of my big bro, his boat shoes pointing up at me. I was honestly expecting Connor to crack up, to offer a hearty "I'm just fucking you with you, bro! Get up!" at any second. But he didn't. Instead, when I glanced up, Connor was staring down at me intently, his expression totally sober.

"Now take my shoes off," he instructed.

I could feel myself looking dumbfounded. "Wait, seriously?"

"Did you forget you're a pledge because I said some nice stuff to you?" he asked tersely. "Seriously, Ethan. Take them off."

My heart started violently pounding in my chest. I didn't want to touch another dude's nasty feet, but I couldn't fathom saying no either. "No problem," I said, repeating my words about carrying the lightsaber around to classes and wearing the pink thong on Fridays. I wrapped my hands around one of Connor's shoes, looking up at him a final time hoping for a reprieve. Nothing. He was stone-faced, just coldly watching me cowering beneath him on the floor. How could this possibly make us closer? I just felt myself resenting him. Maybe he wasn't the guy I thought he was.

I slid one of my hands up to Connor's ankle anyway, lifting his muscular leg off the floor, the other gently pulling the Sperry off his foot. My nose was so close to the shoe and his bare sole that the smell of sweaty feet was instantly overwhelming. There was no way the guy had taken a shower when he'd come back to the house. I stared at the shoe, barely believing that I was on the floor in front of my big bro doing this, and the intensity of the scent made perfect sense: the leather was extensively cracked, the rubber sole almost starting to fray off. He'd probably been wearing these since he was a freshman himself, and they'd clearly never seen a single sock in their whole existence.

"Man, that already feels better! Don't forget the other one," Connor prompted, that authoritative tone obvious in his voice as he wiggled the second shoe.

I set the first Sperry on the ground, letting my big bro's leg down, the heel of his bare foot hitting the carpet. Was that enough? Was he going to tell me to get up and stop? He didn't. I lifted his other leg up the same way, slowly removing the other boat shoe from Connor's foot, another wave of his sweat unleashed straight into my nostrils. I was totally and helplessly awash in his scent as I lowered that leg down to the floor too.

"Now sit up on your legs," he ordered, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing.

I repositioned myself, pressing my hands to the carpet and pushing my body upright.

Connor lifted his feet up, placing them on my thighs just mere inches away from my dick. "Ok, little bro, give it your best try," he said with a smile. "Help me relax after this long ass day."

Looking up one last time for any hint of a pardon, I knew what I had to do next. I wrapped my hands around one of his feet, starting to softly dig my fingers into his warm skin. The sensations were strangely intimate, and within seconds of touching Connor's body, his intense smell still stuck in my nose, I felt my dick starting to harden. What the fuck! How could I possibly be getting aroused by this? My own body was betraying me!

But I kept going. How could I stop after going that far? Not having a clue what I was doing, I actually studied his feet for the first time. They were big and veiny, maybe size 12, Connor's tan abruptly ending where his absurdly well-worn boat shoes must have so often cradled them. His toes were long, the nails perfectly groomed, a light dusting of fur on the base of each except the big one, where the hair crept up all the way to his ankle. Running my fingers across one of his soles, it was soft and completely smooth. I'd seen enough barefoot bros in the house to appreciate that Connor at least took care of his feet.

/Help me relax/. I kept hearing those words in my mind over and over again as my fingers traced over his skin. I still resented the fact that I was on the ground literally massaging my big bro's feet, but I felt a new urge bubbling up: I actually wanted him to like what I was doing. If I had to do this, I really did want to make him feel good, to help him relax. Yeah, it was weird as hell considering we'd never actually hung out alone together, but in some bizarre way I felt like I was now closer to Connor than any other guy in the frat. I started to wonder if that was the reason he had me doing this.

I stepped my effort up, digging my thumbs into my big bro's sole as I rubbed my other fingers across the top of his foot. I heard his toes popping as I vigorously worked each one, Connor letting out a soft moan. I froze, completely shocked that he'd emitted any audible sign of pleasure. Looking up at his face, he seemed genuinely relaxed, a smile spreading across his face.

"You're doing great, little bro," Connor said gently, his eyes closing as he spread his thighs even wider apart. "Now do the other one."

Being complimented like that, my cock hardened even more. I had no idea why it turned me on, but I couldn't deny that it did. Starting to cast my eyes back toward his feet, I was shocked to notice that he had a raging hard-on too, the outline of a big dick obvious in his loose blue shorts.

Connor's eyes fluttered open when I didn't start touching his other foot, and he laughed dismissively when he realized my gaze was fixed on his obvious erection. "Sorry, can't help that. Always happens when I'm getting touched. But I guess I'm not the only one who got a little aroused," he said, pointing at my shorts.

I panicked as I looked down, the lump in my crotch blatant too. Even worse, there was an unmistakable wet spot where my cock had leaked precum into the fabric. "Shit," I mumbled, afraid to look up again. "I seriously have no idea what that's about!"

Connor chuckled, rubbing his bare soles almost affectionately against my thighs. "You're cool, bro. You're what, 18 or 19? That must happen like ten times a day all on its own!"

"Yeah," I agreed flatly, still embarrassed as hell that he'd noticed. "Sorry about that."

"Well, I wasn't really sorry and you shouldn't be either. Yo, Ethan!"

I instantly made eye contact again.

"You don't ever have to apologize for being horny. We're all fucking horny all the time, man. Now relax and rub my other foot like you were just doing."

Just as I wrapped my hands around Connor's foot, the door knob suddenly turned. I was immediately and infinitely appreciative that he'd made me lock the door when I walked in.

"Fuck off, Plank!" Connor yelled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "I told you I was bonding with my little tonight!"

I started to jump up off the floor, but my big bro planted his soles firmly into my thighs, leaning over from his chair and holding my shoulders down with his hands.

"Bro, let me get a shirt," a deep voice slurred beyond the door. "I spilled a whole fucking beer."

"You'll fucking spill another one anyway!" Connor yelled right above my head. "Just take it off and prance around like the big goofy giraffe you are. Find some slut with a climbing fetish and go bang her in the basement."

"Come on, bro!" the voice pleaded.

He laughed as he shook his head again. "We're both too drunk and too relaxed to get up and take care of your dumb sloppy ass right now. Fuck off, Plank! Get lost!"

Connor's grip only relented when I heard footsteps thudding down the hallway. He looked down at me and smiled. "Told you he can't handle his booze. You getting uncomfortable in that position?" He didn't wait for me to answer, lifting his feet off my thighs and standing up. Connor planted himself in the battered leather chair, beckoning me back toward him the second I stood up.

I was surprised, assuming the interruption and the risk of getting caught would have deterred him from continuing. But my big bro obviously didn't care.

"What, you thought we were done, pledge?" he asked, almost sounding pissed. "Guess again. Get on your back. Get your face right between my legs."

Hearing Connor tell his roommate that he was busy bonding with his little only made me want to do it more. Is that how he thought of this? Witnessing how unapologetically callous he was with Joey, I actually felt special. However weird the situation was, I stopped thinking my big bro's goal was to humiliate me. None of this seemed malicious at all. My resentment had completely faded away, and now I liked the idea of being closer to him more than ever. I got on my back without a word, positioning my face right between his legs on the recliner.

"A little closer," Connor said, motioning with his fingers.

I slid a few inches toward him. "Better?"

"Perfect, little bro," he answered, that sly smile creeping across his face. "I'm not even going to ask you about this knowing that was your first time ever giving a foot massage. Just go with it."

Before I could even think about what that meant, Connor shoved one of his big pink soles against my face, easily covering half of it. I gasped a little, my nose completely awash in the powerful scent of his feet again, but by now I was resigned to letting him do whatever he wanted to me. My dick, shriveled down to nothing when Joey turned the door knob, instantly sprang back to life.

"Lick it," Connor ordered, his voice a distant whisper above me.

I stuck my tongue out, tasting his salty sweat as he started to trace his foot up and down my face, forcing me to experience every inch of his sole. This time I heard him moaning unapologetically right from the start. After a minute of that, he forced his big toe between my lips, plunging it in and out of my mouth before he started to rub the wet bottom of his foot all over my face again. I didn't even have to be asked to stick my tongue out this time, doing it without even thinking, guided by the obvious sounds of pleasure escaping his mouth. I loved knowing that I was making him feel good.

"That's so fucking good," Connor hissed up above me, shoving more of his long toes into my mouth without any warning at all.

Within thirty seconds I'd managed to plunge down on all of them, working my tongue vigorously against them as Connor basically fucked my mouth with his foot. I didn't understand what was happening at all, but I knew one thing for sure: my dick fucking loved it. I could feel myself leaking precum the entire time, when my big bro suddenly retreated. I looked up at him, seeing that his big bulge had returned to the blue shorts. He was rubbing his hard dick through them right in front of me like it was totally normal.

"I'm going to have to take these off, man," Connor said, instantly starting to unzip his shorts and pulling at the waistband. He tore them off, throwing them across the room, a rock hard 7 inches bordered by a slight bush springing out and thudding against his shirt. "Want to rub one out with me?" he asked, staring down at my bulge. "I know you want to. I can see how fucking hard you are."

I didn't even have a chance to react, his other foot hitting my face. As he rubbed his sole up and down my tongue, my hands desperately struggled to unbuckle my belt.

Connor was laughing up above me, lifting his foot off my face. "Just get them off, little bro! Come on!"

I could see him unrepentantly jerking off in the chair as I finally managed to unleash my belt, pulling my shorts and underwear down in one swoop.

"Nice!" he hissed the second my hard cock popped out. "Yeah, pledge. You like that? You like licking my feet?"

I was so caught up in the moment I couldn't begin to fucking explain it, but I didn't feel ashamed at all knowing that Connor obviously liked it too. "Yeah," I whispered. I started jerking off with him, my dick aching to be touched.

"That's really hot, little bro. You know how good you're making me feel?"

By then it was all I cared about. Connor pressed the heel of his foot straight into my mouth, gliding the whole length of his pink sole up and down my tongue. When he shoved his toes into my mouth for the second time, I sucked on them intensely, intently moaning myself like I was actually enjoying it, and that's when I saw Connor's hand suddenly freeze. White ropes of cum spurted out of his cock up to his chest, painting his shirt, my big bro not groaning, not saying a word, just continuing to vigorously jerk off like nothing had even happened. He was still hard as steel, working his dick like he was eager to cum again. I quickly realized he wasn't going to stop.

Connor pulled his toes out of my mouth, rubbing his wet sole up and down my face over and over again as he moaned. "You like bonding with your big bro?" he asked when he pulled his foot away, looking straight into my eyes.

I started tugging at my cock even harder. "Yeah, big bro," I answered.

He smiled his biggest smile of the night as he shoved both of his feet into my face, completely covering it before he started to alternate the sets of toes he allowed my tongue to lap across, resting his spare foot on my neck. Connor slid the wet digits against my lips and across my nose, planting his sole there and pressing down hard.

"Get a big fucking whiff of that," he ordered.

I was appalled by his smell when I'd first taken his Sperrys off, but now I sniffed like I was desperate for air, letting the scents of feet, saliva, and sweat overtake me. I could see Connor grinning up above me.

"Yeah, you like that smell, don't you?" he taunted.

"I love it," I answered, my voice muffled by his foot. He smelled like masculinity, like power, and now that I was totally under his spell, I actually craved it. My dick was somehow even harder appreciating his scent.

Connor pulled his foot away, shoving the whole thing into my mouth again, my tongue intently working against his toes as he rested his other foot on my cheek. I could hear his breaths growing heavier. "I'm about to fucking cum," he said when he withdrew, dropping both his feet to the floor. "Get up on your knees."

I had absolutely no idea what Connor had in mind, but I did it without a second thought. I felt delirious as I rose up between his legs, his smell all over me.

He stared straight into me, his hand viciously sliding up and down his thick seven inch shaft. "You should put your mouth on it," he growled, his eyes ravenous with lust.

I'd never once fathomed wrapping my mouth around another guy's cock, but I'd never envisioned rubbing a guy's feet, sucking his toes, or jerking off together in the same room together either. With all that talk of being real friends and bonding still bouncing around in my mind, some kind of passion I had no idea I was even capable of unashamedly unleashed, that desire to please Connor, to make him actually enjoy it, mattered more than anything else. I started toward his crotch without bothering to second guess the impulse, just feeling absolutely certain in that moment that both of us wanted whatever was going to happen to happen.

With my heart thunderously pounding, I placed my trembling hands on my big bro's warm, hairy thighs, slowly drawing my face closer to his dick. Every moment felt like eternity, and when I was just a few inches away, the smell of Connor's sweaty balls overtaking the scent already lodged in my nostrils, his face grew more intense. I reached down to touch my own cock as he gave his dick a few furious final strokes, and then he started grunting loudly. A massive load of hot white cum, this one even bigger than the first, sprayed out up to his neck, spurt after violent spurt, his white shirt yet again painted with ropes of jizz. Watching him cum for the second time sent me over too, a mind-blowing orgasm overtaking my whole body as my seed shot out all over the carpet in front of the leather chair. All I could smell and taste was his pungent sweat, my whole face wet with my own spit. As soon as the pleasure retreated, I worried my big bro was going to turn on me, treating me the same heartless way he'd addressed his roommate.

Connor panted for a few seconds as he came down, and then he chuckled heartily like nothing unusual had happened, shaking his softening dick against his stomach as he ran his free hand through my hair. He playfully pushed my head away.

"Holy shit, were you actually going to do it?" he asked in a whisper. "I was just kidding, bro. I would never make you go that far!"

I was completely tongue-tied and more confused than ever as Connor stood up in front of me, his cock finally deflated. He walked bare-assed the few steps toward his open closet, tossing me a hand towel.

"Clean that shit up, though," he demanded gruffly. "We don't need anyone else knowing about what just happened."