All characters are over 18 years old.
My older brother Ronny has always been a big part of my life. I've always looked up to him. I've idolized him for most of my life. My feelings for him have been mostly typical younger brother type feelings. But lately, actually for most of my teenage years, I've wanted something more.
Ronny is something of a legend in our small town. He was the star of the high school wrestling team. He started college this year on a wrestling scholarship. His body reflects years of working out and wrestling. He's not the tallest person at 5'10" but he really fills out a singlet, in more ways than one.
For as long as I can remember I've been helping him practice. Ever since we were both teenagers, we've been working out together. We would to out running just about every day. Then there was the wrestling practice. Which was my favorite thing, well, one of them anyway.
Ronny would just grab me and start wrestling with me. Usually putting me in a hold and reminding me that he could toss me around whenever he wanted. When he would win, and he always won, he would stick my face in his armpit and tell me to take a good whiff.
The first time, I thought it was gross. The second time it wasn't so bad. As time went on I wanted it. He would shove my nose and mouth into his sweaty armpit and say "here's your reward, Jonny!" It got to the point where I had to pretend to be grossed out and cover for how I really felt. I grew to love that smell. I wanted it. Afterward, I could smell his sweat on my face. I licked my lips and could taste his salty musk.
I loved his smell. I wanted to lick those pits so badly. His punishment was my reward. I didn't even know if I could beat him at wrestling because losing meant that I'd get my treat.
It was getting harder to hide my feelings for Ronny. It wasn't just his pits, it was all of him. When we'd wrestle I was in heaven. Just being touched by him turned me on. It was the best. I loved when he pinned me, especially if my face got close to his crotch. The smell of his cock an balls was just as amazing as his pits. I wanted to taste him, all of him.
For some reason, Ronny never showered with the other guys after a match or practice. He preferred to come home and shower, which worked out perfectly for me. He'd strip off his singlet and jock and hop into the shower, giving me access to his sweaty clothes.
I would grab any opportunity to smell his dirty laundry. Sometimes there would be the rare treat of some dried jizz which I would lick hungrily. What did Ronny's jizz taste like? I wanted to know, I needed to know.
If I had time, I would grab his used underwear, jock, or whatever and smell it while I jerked myself off. I loved the smell of his cock and ball in his underwear. I loved the smell of his ass too. I wanted Ronny in the worst way. I wanted my older brother to fuck my face. I wanted him to fuck my ass. My most intense orgasms were always when I was smelling something of his. I would scoop up my cum and taste it imagining that it was Ronny's cum. I found myself moaning his name during my jerk off sessions. I was imagining that it was Ronny jerking me off. I imagined it was Ronny's fingers that played with my ass as I fingered my hole, inserting first one finger, then two, and eventually, all four fingers. Fucking my own ass and wanting it to be Ronny.
As much as Ronny liked to wrestle with me and win, he was never a bully. He always took care of me. I knew that he really cared about me. He was affectionate with me but he always let me know he was the older brother. He was in charge. I loved that about him also. He was constantly reminding me that he was the boss.
Little did he know that he was conditioning me. Yes, he was in charge. I wanted him to be in charge. I wanted him to take charge of me. I wanted him to dominate me. My fantasies were taking shape and Ronny was always in charge. Telling me to suck his cock. Telling me that he was going to fuck me.
Ronny had started college locally, but he stayed on campus most of the time. He had an apartment with a couple of roommates so that he could focus on his studies. He'd come home on the weekends to do laundry, which afforded me the opportunity to grab some smelly socks or underwear for my jerk off sessions. Oh, yeah did I mention his dirty socks? Fuck those were awesome too. I was developing a serious fetish for his feet too.
I missed having Ronny around during the week but we got to hang out on weekends when he was doing laundry. We'd go on runs together and then wrestle. I couldn't wait for the summer when he would be extra sweaty. It was getting harder to stop myself from licking his pits and succumbing to my desires.
Ronny must have noticed that I was always hard when we wrestled. If he did, he never mentioned it. I can't imagine that he wouldn't notice. He brushed against it enough times. Sometimes I thought that he was hard too but I didn't want to get my hopes up.
Everything changed on my 18th birthday. We had a small family gathering at my favorite local restaurant. Nothing extravagant. Our parents were just working class and we couldn't afford too much. They were very happy that Ronny's wresting scholarship paid for his tuition and housing.
During dinner, Ronny kept giving me looks. I would look over and catch him staring at me. Every time I looked over, he was just staring. I would meet his gaze. He would hold for a few seconds then look down. What was going on with him?
After dinner, he pulled me aside. Meet me at my apartment tonight at nine. I've got a special present for your eighteenth birthday. I told him that I would and went home with my parents.
My parents were watching TV when I told them I was going to Ronny's for a bit. I told them I would text them when I got there so they would know I was OK. With that I got in the car and drove over to Ronny's.
I parked in front and, as I was getting out, Ronny came running up. He was in his running shorts and sneakers. He wasn't wearing a shirt and was sweating.
"Hey Jonny!" He panted. "Sorry, I wanted to get a run in before you got here. Looks like my timing was pretty good." He pulled me into a huge hug. He was really sweaty and smelled fucking great. "Sorry, I'm all sweaty and gross." He smiled as we pulled apart.
He had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. As if he was apologizing knowing full well that I loved him when he was sweaty. "Come on up. I think you're really going to like what I got you. It's a multiple part gift for my special little brother." He winked at me and led me to his apartment.
I'd been to Ronny's apartment a bunch of times. It was a typical college apartment, I guess. Cheap furniture, big TV. Weights and other work out stuff was scattered around the living room. It smelled like the trash needed to be taken out. Yup, typical college guy place.
Ronny told me to sit on the couch while he went to his room to grab my gift. I sat down and took off my sneakers. Ronny came out of his room after a minute with a shirt box in his hand. It was just wrapped with a ribbon.
He came over and sat down next to me. I could feel his heat and smell his sweat. I was starting to get hard already. Ronny then took off his sneakers and his socks. I was quickly getting overwhelmed with the smell of his socks and sweat.
"My roommates will be out all night, so we've got the place to ourselves. Here's part one of your gift." Ronny said as he handed me the box. "It took me a while to figure out what you really wanted but I think that I got it right. At least, I hope so."
"Thanks, Ronny. You didn't have to do this." I said as I edged myself closer to him.
"Yeah, I did. You only turn eighteen once and I've been waiting a long time for this. I think you have too." He whispered to me. What did that mean? I wondered.
"Remember this is only one part of the gift." Ronny whispered in my ear. God, he was so close. I could feel his heat. I didn't know if I could control myself for much longer. I wanted so desperately to kiss him. I wanted to taste him so badly.
