My slutty host brother drained my morning wood

Everyone in this story is 18+The house in front of me is so big that I’m staring like an idiot. “No, dude, I swear. There’s no way this is right. I’m supposed to be staying with a host family, not a cartel kingpin. They’ve got a fountain out front. Actual stone lions.”My friend laughs through the speaker. “Maybe they’re loaded. Go ring the bell, coward.”“You want me flown back home in a casket? Be my guest,” I mutter as I walk up the drive, doubting every footstep. That’s when the front door swings open, and out strides a man who makes my mouth go dry. Tall, tanned, salt-and-pepper beard, arms thick with a blue polo shirt stretched across his chest. He’s wearing a smile that makes my knees threaten to buckle.“Are you Tyler?” His accent is perfect, smooth and rolling off his tongue. “You look a little lost.”I jump a little, as I tell my friend I'll call him back later, before pocketing my phone. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, are you—?”He grins and steps right up, draping one big arm over my shoulder like we’re already best friends. “Alejandro. But you can just call me Alex,” he says, leading me inside. His hand squeezes my shoulder, and it sends a jolt all the way down to my dick. I try to focus, but he’s just… warm, and way too casual about the casual touch. And fuck, he smells like expensive cologne and fresh cut grass. I really hope my pants can hide the bulge that's forming.Inside’s even more massive. Marble floors. Wide staircases. Art everywhere. I barely notice the first son until Alex gestures with a nod as he passes in the hall. “That’s Mateo, you’ll see him at dinner, he works a lot. Nico’s in the backyard with his weights, Lucas is probably gaming upstairs, and Samuel…” He pauses as a guy with a wicked grin walks by eating a peach. “Sam, this is Tyler, our new guest.”Samuel glances me up and down, his smile curling. “Hope you like it here,” he says, voice low and teasing, eyes lingering just a bit longer than polite.Alex keeps steering me through the maze of rooms, showing me to a bedroom at the end of the hall. “You must be tired after traveling. Rest up until dinner. You’ll settle in, I promise.” With another pat on my shoulder, he leaves me to catch my breath.I flop onto the bed and start trying to unpack over the heavy beating of my heart.By the time dinner rolls around, I make my way to the table where all four brothers are already seated, plates clattering, laughter bouncing around. There’s only one empty seat, right between Samuel and the youngest, Nico I think, who barely looks up from his phone.The second I sit, Samuel leans in, his thigh pressing against mine. He drags his eyes from my hair down to my sneakers. “Wow, I never thought someone could make jet lag look so good.”I snort, cheeks burning, but he just keeps going, voice pitched, tempting. “Don't worry? You get used to everyone touching. Hopefully it'll be natural by the end of summer.” He winks, and I swear my dick twitches under the table.The conversation slips from food to music, then movies, then back to Spanish slang, and I realize I’m actually enjoying this. Samuel is hot and magnetic, and the tension between us builds with every laugh, every little shoulder bump.I glance up eventually and realize everyone else is gone, their plates cleared. It’s just me and Sam, and suddenly it’s quiet.Samuel grins wider, runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “You should get some sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day. If you need company… my room’s at the end of the hall.” There’s something predatory in the flash of his eyes as he stands. I watch his ass sway as he walks away. I bite back a groan. Jesus, no way I'm getting a hard on for my host brother who I just met. Maybe I just need to rub one out. I ignored the thought however, and made my way back to my room.The night was mostly tossing and turning, every shift on the mattress reminding my body that I’m backed up and wound tight. When I finally drifted off, it was to dreams of Sam’s sexy mouth, his veiny hands, his deep, teasing voice in my ear.I jolted awake to the slick wet heat around my dick. What the fuck? Brown eyes met my own as I tried to hold in another groan. I don't think this is a dream. Sam is between my legs, sheets pulled down, lips stretched around my length, his messy hair tickling my thigh as he slurps and moans low in his throat.“Fuck… what…” My hips buck up on instinct, chasing more of the pleasure, not questioning anything except the wet heat, the way his tongue flicks under the head, the shameless noise echoing in the dark.He pulls back just enough to grin at me, spit shining my cock. “Morning, Tyler. You looked like you needed help.” He takes me in again, greedy, bobbing his head and twisting his fist at the base, working my shaft like he’s starving for it.I’m half-awake, all desperate, eyes rolling back as he drinks me down, each suck messier than the last, slurping and moaning until my whole body is shaking.“Sam, fuck, I’m gonna—” But he just hums and jams his nose to my base.I lose it. My cock jerks in his mouth, and I pour days of pent-up need right down his throat. He swallowed each and every pulse before licking me clean, his eyes sparkling.He lets my softening cock slip from his lips, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and smirks up at me from between my legs. “Thanks for the treat. Welcome to the family, Tyler.”I just stare, breathless, and wonder what the hell I've gotten myself into.