(Bailey)
This day was just getting worse by the fuckin minute! Let's recap. First, I wake up in a strange guy's room, naked, and remember that the dude blew me the night before. Then, after I caught my frat brother Wes fucking the younger brother of another frat bro of ours, I'd thought I was in a prime position to lord it over the fags, only to have Wes turn the tables on me. Before I knew what the hell was goin' on, the dude had made me his bitch. Not only his bitch, but Kyle's, too.
I slammed the door to my room and leaned back against it, playing back the scenes in my mind. What the fuck had gotten into me? I'd actually asked to be fucked. Not only asked, but begged. I'd actually admitted to being... God, what had I said? That I was a fag, a bitch, and a cockslut. I'd said those words and begged to have another man fuck me.
And I'd loved it. I'd fuckin loved every second of it. Having Kyle's dick up my ass and Wes's down my throat at the same time had been so damn hot, and then having Turbo walk in and see it! I should have been ready to jump off a cliff at that point, but somehow, knowing that Turbo had just seen me being treated like such a bitch, it just... fuck, I'd felt more turned on than ever.
What was wrong with me? I wasn't a fag. I couldn't be a fag. Fags aren't studs on the court like I am. Fags are weak little pussy boys. That's not me. It's not!
Damn Turbo, he'd started all this. I mean, it's not like I ever did anything with another dude before he came along! Except for jerkin' with a buddy back in junior high, but all guys do that, right? I mean, usually we just jerked off next to each other while watching porn. Sure, I jerked him a couple of times, but that's just what guys do before they can get with chicks.
I'd never really done anything gay until that night with Turbo. Ever since then, I couldn't control this thing, no matter how hard I tried. I wanted Turbo. Hell, I wanted dick, period, but Turbo's especially.
I hoped that maybe Turbo felt the same, but was fighting it like I was. But, fuck, that look on his face when Kyle said that stupid shit about him and I being together! He'd looked disgusted, and said something about maybe being bi curious, but not a closet case in denial.
Like me. That's what they were all thinking. 'A closet case in denial like Bailey.' Fuck them! I'm no closet case. I've fucked plenty of chicks. Just because some weird fuckin shit was going down lately and I'd let a couple of dudes fuck me up the ass didn't mean....
Fuck it. Who the fuck am I kidding with that shit.
I moved over to my futon and flopped down on it, closing my eyes. What had Wes said when I was leaving his room? Something about being happier if I'd admit who I was and what I wanted. Maybe the dude was right. I mean, he seemed pretty happy. He got plenty of play, too.
And, the dude was pretty tight on the court. Nowhere near my level, of course, but pretty damn good. Not what you'd expect from a fag.
I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling above the futon, where I'd pinned up a poster of a topless blonde with huge tits. Wes was happy with who he was. Kyle sure seemed pretty happy, too. And Turbo... I don't know about Turbo.
But what about me? Had I ever been happy with who I was? I've got skills on the court, I'm happy with that. I'm totally fuckin hot, I love my body. Guys would kill to be me, I'm sure, and I'm happy with that.
But, no, I wasn't happy, not really. Had I ever been? Yeah. When I was with Turbo that night, I was happy. It felt great. I was wasted, but I remember feeling totally fuckin content when it was over. Not freaked out or disgusted, but content. It was when he started avoiding me that I freaked out and blamed the drinking and tried to make myself forget it.
And, fuck, I was happy when Wes and Kyle were spit roasting me, and there was no alcohol involved there to blame. I'd fuckin loved having a dick in both ends at once.
"I'm gay." I whispered the words, testing them. They scared me, sounded incredibly loud in the silence of my room.
"I'm queer." A little bit louder. Still feeling freaked out. I took a deep breath and sat up.
"I'm a fag." I said it in a normal speaking voice. "I've known I was into guys since junior high, when I used to pray that Billy Hunter would let me jerk him off again the next time we watched one of his dad's pornos together. I wanted to suck him so bad, but I never got up the courage to do more than jerk him off."
Damn. That actually felt good.
"I'm gay. I like to get fucked up the ass. I liked giving a guy total control over me. And fag or not, I'm still the guy who can kick anyone's ass on the court any time they want to bring it."
I'd had this hippie teacher in high school who'd gone on and on about affirmations, or some shit like that. I'd never bought that crap, but maybe she was onto somethin after all. Saying that stuff out loud felt like a huge weight had been lifted.
Wes was able to balance being in a frat and getting plenty of play as a gay dude on this campus, and I was twice the man that guy was. Damn, if I'd just admitted to myself before that I was into other dudes, I could have been getting play all over the place!
My mind flashed on that guy from last night, those incredible eyes looking up into mine while his mouth worked my dick. Come to think of it, I had clothes I needed to return to that guy, and maybe I'd give back more than just his board shorts.
"I don't need to sit around hoping Turbo will look my way. Jesus, I can get any dude I want to! It's a new fuckin' world," I said out loud as I grabbed some clothes from my closet and headed for the showers.
Maybe it hadn't been such a bad day after all.
****************************** (Kyle)
"Kyle, you're hard again," Wes said.
"Sorry. I was just sort of reliving this afternoon in my head," I said, looking down at the tent in my boxers. So much had happened so quickly, but I had the feeling that I'd be popping boners over it all for years to come.
I looked over at Wes and I could just see that look in his eyes again. Funny, I'd never really seen that look before this afternoon, but now I could read it as clearly as anything: Wes wanted me again. He was hot for me. For me! It still felt so unbelievable.
"Um... you guys? I'm right here," my brother Nick broke into my thoughts. I felt small wave of disappointment. There wouldn't be any more sex today, not now that Nick knew what was going on.
"Kyle, what's your second biggest fantasy, aside from being with your brother?" Wes asked out of nowhere. God, I still couldn't believe that Nick knew I was attracted to him! I wanted to die when that asshole Bailey blurted it all out. Still, he did know, and he didn't seem as freaked out as I would have thought he'd be.
I looked over at him, looked right into my brother's eyes and said something that a few hours earlier I would have rather died than say out loud. "Either watching him with another guy, or having him watch me with another guy."
I watched for some reaction. Nick didn't look disgusted, maybe that was a good sign?
"What do you say, Turbo? Want to make at least one of your brother's fantasies come true?" Wes sounded so... what was the word? Sensual. Just the tone of his voice turned me on completely. Nick watching or not, I wanted Wes again, as soon as possible.
But Nick watching us.... God. That would be so hot. He was looking at me and then at Wes, and then back at me. I could tell he was wavering.
"Please, Nick. I want you to watch Wes fuck me. It would be so hot, knowing you were watching, and sharing in that. Please."
"You're getting hard, Turbo." I'd been so busy looking at Nick's face for a reaction that I'd failed to look in a more obvious place for one, but Wes was right. My brother had a growing bulge beginning to tent out his pants. He was into the idea!
"Okay. I'll watch." Oh, my God. Oh my GOD! It was really going to happen. I moved towards Wes, eager to get things started before Nick changed his mind.
"Wait!" Wes moved across the room and turned the lock on the door. "No interruptions this time." He smiled at me and moved back across the room. I felt suddenly nervous, all too aware that Nick's eyes were on us.
Wes didn't give me much time for any of those feelings, though. As soon as he was standing in front of me he brought his hands up and gently pulled my face into his, swiftly parting my lips with his tongue.
In the back of my mind, I still knew that Nick was watching, but Wes and I might as well have been the only two people on the planet at that moment, so intense was that kiss. I melted into it instantly and felt him sliding one of his hands down my back and slipping his fingers into the waistband of my boxers.
I felt his hand on the cheek of my ass, squeezing gently and pushing me forward into him, our hard dicks rubbing against each other with two thin layers of fabric separating them.
Wes pulled back from the kiss and looked directly into my eyes. "Tell me what you want."
I felt myself blushing a bit, but I didn't hesitate. "I want to suck your dick." Wes reached down and pulled his hard cock out the top of his boxer briefs.
"Go for it."
I started to sink to my knees, but Wes grabbed my arm and turned me slightly around. "So your brother can see more than the back of your head," he said, an almost sly smile lighting up his face. As I fell to my knees, I glanced over at Nick for the first time since Wes had kissed me. The bulge in the front of his pants looked huge, like he dick would burst through the fabric at any moment.
I opened my mouth and took the head of Wes's dick in slowly, savoring the taste. As I did, I heard a small sound, like a soft moan, come from Nick's direction and from the corner of my eye I could see him start to rub his bulge.
(Turbo)
I still couldn't get my mind around all of this. I mean, it was shocking enough to find out that my little brother is gay and now here I am, watching him suck dick. And not just any dick, either. Wes was my frat bro, my friend. I'd always admired him so much for his easy ways with the ladies. I mean, I scored plenty myself, but Wes was just legendary as a pussy hound in our house.
Now I knew, of course, that he wasn't getting any pussy. All his stories were true, but they were actually about guys. I wasn't sure what to make of that, either.
And now his dick was in my brother's mouth. I have to admit that it looked really good, too. Wes is a good looking guy who takes care of himself and has a nice body, and it turns out that his dick totally matches the rest of the package. Looking at it, I wondered what it would be like to suck it. I'd never done anything like that and I honestly wasn't sure I wanted to. It looked like Kyle was having the time of his life, though.
"Yeah, Kyle. Suck my cock. Mmm. That's really good. Show your brother how good you are at that," Wes moaned. I looked up from watching Kyle's mouth in action and found Wes looking right at me. After our eyes met he looked down at my bulging crotch which I was rubbing pretty furiously, and then back up at me. He winked and I felt myself blushing.
I looked back down at Kyle, who'd moved his mouth down to Wes's balls and was sucking them like a pro, making little moaning sounds the whole time. He clearly loved what he was doing.
"Mmm, yeah. You're so good at that Kyle," Wes said. He was running his fingers through my brother's hair and using his other hand to lightly slap the side of Kyle's face with his cock while Kyle sucked his nuts.
After a few minutes, I had to unzip my fly and pull my cock out into the open. It was just too painful to keep inside any longer. Right after I'd freed it, Kyle pulled back and looked up at Wes.
"I want to rim you again."
Holy shit! My brother was into rimming!
"Whatever you want, stud." Wes moved over to the futon, which was dangerously close to where I was standing, and lay back on it, his ass hanging slightly off the edge. As Kyle started to follow him, I saw him look at me. His eyes locked on to my cock and held there, and I felt a strange feeling come over me. It felt so weird seeing all this to begin with, but to know that my little brother was actually hot for my dick was pretty much the strangest part of all. My first impulse was to put it back in my pants, like I'd been caught doing something wrong.
But then I looked at Kyle and remembered how excited he'd looked when I agreed to watch all of this. Thinking of that, I grabbed on to my dick while he was watching and started stroking it a bit.
(Kyle)
It looked so huge, much bigger than I'd remembered it being in my many jerk off fantasies of the day I'd caught him getting blown by his girlfriend. My brother's dick was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and when he started stroking it I just wanted so badly to crawl over to him and wrap my lips around the head, which was slick from precum already.
It turned me on so much to know that Nick was not only watching Wes and I together, he was also getting turned on by it.
I made myself turn back to Wes, and immediately got lost in the sight of him. He looked so incredibly hot, laying back on the futon, his ass spread open and just waiting for my tongue. I dove in without hesitation, spreading his cheeks with my hands and burying my face in his ass.
"Oh, fuck yeah, Kyle. Eat my ass. You're so good at that, stud. You're a natural." I lost myself in Wes's ass, licking and kissing and sucking and tongue fucking him. I never would have thought that someone's asshole could taste so incredible, but then everything about Wes was amazing.
"Damn, Kyle, you'd think you were getting ready to fuck my ass, you're getting it so nice and ready," Wes laughed after several minutes. I pulled back and looked up at him.
"Oh, no. You're fucking me. I can't wait to have that dick inside me again."
"Get up here, then, so I can get your ass ready," Wes grinned.
I glanced over at my brother. I'd been so preoccupied with Wes's hole that I hadn't noticed that he'd shed his clothes entirely while I was rimming his frat brother. The sight of my brother completely naked a sporting a hard on was breathtaking. I'd never see him that way before.
"You look so hot, Nick." I blushed as I said it, but I couldn't help myself. He'd been a silent spectator, but I needed more. I needed him to be a part of this.
(Turbo)
Damn. I'd never been rimmed, though I'd fantasized about it a lot. I'd seen it in a few porno movies, but you try and find a woman who'll actually do it for you. They're few and far between. And now, here was my little brother, eating a guy's ass like it was the best thing in the world! And Wes's face, wow. He just looked so blissed out. It had to be an amazing feeling.
Yeah, I admit it. I was kind of jealous watching that. Gay guys get to experience a hell of a lot more stuff than straight guys do.
There was no doubt in my mind after seeing that, Kyle was definitely gay. I'd thought earlier that maybe he was just confused and that Wes and Bailey had been taking advantage of that confusion, but no way. He was just way too enthusiastic about eating another guy's ass.
And now Wes was going to eat his! Jesus.
"You look so hot, Nick."
"Thanks, bro." What the hell else do I say to that? Part of me wanted to say "You do, too." And he did. But I knew saying something like that would get his hopes up that something might happened between us, and that wasn't going to happen.
I watched as Kyle took Wes's place on the futon and Wes got down on his knees. He started to suck on my brother's cock and Kyle threw back his head and let out a moan that sent a shiver up my spine. That was just the start of it, though. Once Wes began to lick his balls and move down further to his ass, Kyle was making so much noise that I was sure half the brothers in the house would come running to see what was going on.
"Kyle... Kyle, shhh!" I knew I sounded like some sort of demented librarian, but he was being so loud!
He opened his eyes and looked straight in to mine. "I... can't help it, Nick. It... feels so... uhh!"
Wes wasn't any help. He just continued to toss Kyle's salad, oblivious to the dangers of us all getting caught in here like this.
"Wes? He's being a little loud, don't you think? I'm sure there are other guys in the house."
Wes pulled back and looked up at me, a wicked smile on his face. "Why don't you give him something to do that shuts him up, Turbo?"
"No way! I told you, that's not something I'm interested in. Look, this was a bad idea. I'm going to leave."
I started grabbing up my clothes, wishing I'd never agreed to this whole thing. I knew it wouldn't lead to anything but trouble.
"Nick. Please don't go. It's okay, I know you don't want to do anything with me. I just want you to watch. I'll be more quiet. I promise."
I looked at my kid brother, staring up at me with pleading eyes and an obscenely hard cock and wanted to laugh. How crazy was this shit?
But I couldn't say no to him, somehow. "Okay. But seriously, keep down the noise."
"You're ready to be fucked, anyway, I think," Wes said, standing up.
(Kyle)
My heart had started to race when Wes suggested that Nick give me something to do to shut me up. The idea of sucking that beautiful cock was creating an almost physical ache in me. But if I couldn't have that, I at least wanted him here, I wanted him to see who I was, I wanted him to know me as I'd just come to know myself.
I watched as Wes grabbed a condom and put it on, and then I looked back at Nick. He'd dropped his clothes and was standing on one side of the futon, still completely hard. There was a drop of precum gathering on the slit of his dick, getting ready to drip off onto the floor. I would have given anything for it to land on my tongue.
"Ready?" Wes asked.
"Yes. Please."
"Why don't we have you get up on your hands and knees, so you can face your brother?" Wes said. I didn't need to be told twice. I quickly got in position and felt Wes move in behind me. My head was now much closer to Nick, so much so that I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he began stroking his cock again.
I felt the head of Wes's dick pushing against my hole and I moaned softly and began to push backwards on it.
"Oh, God!" Wes was inside of me. I looked up into my brother's eyes. "Nick. Nick, he's in me. His dick is in me."
"Yeah. I see that, Kyle."
Wes began to pump away and I pushed back, meeting him on each stroke. He hit my prostrate just right each time and the sensations were mind blowing.
"Oh, God, Nick. It feels so good."
(Turbo)
My cock was aching and I was stroking it like crazy. The whole situation was so intense. I'd fucked Bailey up the ass, but that had been such a frenzied, unplanned thing. This was different. This was two people who'd built up to this, who both wanted it so much, and who were taking their time and making the most of every sensation. It was incredibly hot to watch, and Kyle seemed intent on drawing me in, at least verbally. I was hesitant at first, but then I just let go and went with it.
"Does it? Does it feel good, Kyle?"
"Oh, yes. Oh, God, you have no idea," Kyle was practically panting. "He's hitting it just right each time."
"You've got such a tight ass, Kyle." Wes moaned as he continued to fuck my brother.
"Your dick is so big, Wes," Kyle groaned, and the he looked up at me again.
"You're so hot Nick. Thank you. Oh, God, thank you for doing this."
"You're hot too, Kyle. So hot." Shit. I thought I wasn't going to say that?
"I love watching you stroke your cock. It's so perfect."
"Thank you, bro." I started stroking a bit harder, just for him.
"I want to suck it so bad, Nick. Don't get mad, I just had to say that, okay?" He looked so worried, I'm sure he thought I'd grab my stuff again and leave for real this time. But I was way past that point.
"You want my dick that bad, bro?"
"God yes! For so long. I wish it was your dick inside of me right now, Nick. I want you to fuck me so bad."
"You want Big Nicky inside of you? I don't know if you could handle big Nicky," I shook my cock back and forth, so close to his face, which was flushed with lust and pleasure.
"I want Big Nicky. I want it. Just a taste? Please, Nick, please. All that pre cum going to waste, dripping off your big dick. I just want one little taste... please..."
We'd crossed a line. This wasn't just me watching any more. I was so turned on, though, I just wasn't sure I cared at the moment.
I ran a finger down across the tip of my dick, getting it wet with the juices Kyle was so eager to taste.
Taking a step forward, I pushed held the finger out, just in front of his mouth. Kyle didn't hesitate. He took my finger between his lips eagerly and sucked my juices from it. I looked up and caught Wes watching me as he pounded away at my brother's ass, a smile on his face.
************************** (Kyle)
I nearly shot my load the instant I tasted Nick for the first time. It was incredible. I don't even know how I managed to hold back as I sucked his finger clean.
"You like that, Kyle?" I heard Wes's voice from behind me, but I didn't want to let Nick's finger out of my mouth to reply, so I just moaned around it.
"I think he does." Nick said.
"I think he wants more, Turbo."
Nick pulled his finger away and I watched as he ran it across the tip of his dick again and then brought it back to my lips, where I eagerly sucked it back in. The taste of my brother's precum was the best thing I'd ever experienced, and having him standing right next to me, feeding it to me while I was fucked from behind was beyond any fantasy I'd ever had.
Suddenly, Wes pulled out of me and I groaned with a real sense of loss.
"Let's change things up a bit, shall we boys? Nick, I think you should put that big dick of yours to use. How about you fuck me while I do your baby bro here?"
I looked up at Nick and saw in an instant that he'd agree. He was practically out of his mind with horniness by that point.
When Nick had nodded his assent, Wes grabbed a condom for him and then came back over to me. "Get on your back, Kyle."
I quickly complied and Wes slipped his dick back inside of me and then fell forward onto me so that Nick could move in behind him.
As Nick moved into place, my legs, which were wrapped around Wes, were right up against his chest. The feeling of his skin against mine after all this build up was intense.
I could see both his face and Wes's as Nick slid his dick inside of his frat brother. They both looked lost in pleasure.
Wes quickly set the pace, sliding forward into me and then backwards onto Nick's dick, the pace building quickly. Nick had wrapped his arms around my ankles, which were sticking out from under Wes's arms, and it was easy to lose myself in the fantasy that it was Nick's dick inside of me, that we weren't separated by Wes.
Suddenly, Nick's face twisted and he let out a small, animal like cry. I knew he was cumming and I wanted to stop him, somehow. I wasn't ready for this to be over yet. At the same time, I was trying to memorize every look and sound he was making- this was my brother in his moment of ultimate pleasure. I wasn't likely to see it again and I just wished that it was me who was giving it to him instead of Wes.
"Fuck! That was intense." Nick pulled out of Wes and moved a step backwards.
"That's why we call him Turbo, remember?" Wes said softly as he continued to slide in and out of me.
I just wrapped my legs more tightly around Wes and tried to pull his dick deeper inside of me. "Nick... don't go yet, please."
"I won't, Kyle." He moved closer to where my head was and sat down on the floor next to the futon, so that his face was right next to mine. I turned my head and looked into his eyes.
"Did you like that?"
"Yeah. Wes has a sweet ass," Nick grinned at me, staring back into my eyes.
"I know. It's really tight."
Nick reached up and brushed my hair back out of my eyes. His touch nearly sent me over the edge once again, but I held back.
"You look really hot, Kyle. You look like you were made to be fucked up the ass."
"I think I was. I love it so much, Nick. It's so incredible."
His fingers were in my hair, and his other hand came to rest on my chest. He started to slowly, almost lazily run his fingers up and down my chest to my stomach and then back again. It felt so incredible.
"You like me touching you like this?" Nick asked.
"Yes, oh God yes!"
"Good."
"I'm getting really close," Wes broke in and Nick and I both looked over at him. "I don't want to cum yet."
Nick touched the side of my face and drew my attention back to him. "It's just this once, Kyle. I need you to know that. This will never happen again. I want to give you what you want, but you have to agree that it's just this one time and we never mention it again."
(Turbo)
Something had happened to me while I was fucking Wes. I'd looked past him, down at my brother, and I'd realized just how close I was to actually fucking Kyle, and it suddenly hadn't seemed like a bad thing.
My dick was hard and ready to go again, and I knew that this time, with my initial load out of the way, I would last for as long as I wanted. Sitting there next to Kyle, watching Wes do his thing, I just felt so close to my brother, and I wanted to take it to the next level this one time, give him what he'd wanted for so long and get as close as two brothers could ever get.
"Yes. I swear, Nick, I'll never mention it again after today. Please, please!"
I kissed him on the forehead and stood up. Wes pulled out and quickly tossed me a fresh condom. Once Big Nicky was dressed for action, I moved into position and looked down at Kyle.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I didn't hesitate any further. I pushed forward and felt my cock slide into my brother's ass. I gasped, shocked at just how tight and hot his hole felt around my dick. "Oh, damn. Kyle, you're so tight."
"You're so big, Nick!"
I moved slowly at fist, but Kyle seemed impatient and grabbed my hips to pull me forward. "Faster, Turbo!"
"Oh, ho! I didn't want to hurt you, bro, but if you want it fast, Big Nicky will deliver." With that, I began to truly pound his ass, sliding in and out in rapid fire motions. Kyle clearly loved it.
"Fuck me, Nick! Oh, yeah, oh fuck yeah!"
"Wes...give him something to do to shut him up," I winked at my frat bro, who was standing on the sidelines, slowly stroking his cock. He grinned at me and moved forward, shoving his dick into Kyle's mouth.
"That's it. My little bro, a cock in both ends."
"You two are the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen!" Wes moaned.
I continued to pump my brother's ass full of my cock for several minutes before Wes suddenly stiffened and pulled his dick out of Kyle's mouth. I watched as he shot his load all over my brother's face and in his hair.
"Damn that's hot! You look good with a load on your face, bro." I picked up the pace a bit, feeling myself growing closer to climax.
Wes began rubbing his dick in the cum that was all over Kyle's cheek, chin, and lips, and then moved down and started licking it off.
"Nick... I'm going to shoot." Kyle barely had the words out before his dick exploded all over his sweaty, stomach.
"Yeah! Cum for me Kyle." I continued to pump away at his ass as his orgasm subsided and then I slowed down a bit.
"Where do you want me to cum, Kyle? This is your fantasy. Tell me where to shoot."
(Kyle)
I wasn't even all the way down from my natural high yet, but I didn't have to think twice about Nick's question. I knew I had to taste his cum. It was the only thing that would truly make the fantasy complete.
"Nick, I want to suck it out of you. I need to have your dick in my mouth, just once. Please."
"You got it, bro."
He pulled out of my ass and stripped the condom off. Wes moved aside and Nick straddled my chest and held his hard cock just above my lips. I stuck my tongue out and got my first taste of the dick I'd spent so much time fantasizing over.
I opened wide and my brother slid about half his dick into my mouth and then back out again, building up a slow rhythm as I sucked him and ran my tongue all over his dick, savoring every taste.
All too soon, I could feel his balls, which were resting on my chin, begin to tighten up.
"Get ready, bro. Here it comes."
I'd been ready for years. Nick pulled back and shot his load directly on my tongue. Unlike Wes and I, he hadn't cum multiple times already and the load was so thick that I had to swallow after the first couple of shots to make room for the rest of it.
Nick's eyes never left mine as he shot his load. Finally he pulled back, spent, and I held his cum in my mouth for at least a minute, savoring the taste and wishing it could last forever.
Finally, Nick laughed. "You're going to have to swallow sometime, Kyle. You can't carry my jizz around in your mouth for the rest of your life."
I was about to swallow, however reluctantly, when Nick suddenly leaned down and kissed me, full on, sucking his cum into his own mouth and then giving about half of it back before swallowing the other half.
"Not bad, if i do say so myself."
"You two are killing me! You're so fucking hot, I wish I had a video camera!" Wes handed us a couple of towels for clean up as I finally swallowed the remainder of Nick's load.
"Thank you, Nick. You'll never know what that meant to me." I felt like crying, I was so happy. This whole day had been so unbelievable that i was dreading the sound of an alarm clock would suddenly pull me out of what had to be a dream.
"It was special to me, too, man."
"Cue the violins, guys. Now, we need to get to the showers without half the house realizing there's just be an incestuous gay threesome right under their noses," Wes said.
"I'll scout things out, see if the coast is clear," Nick got off of me and started putting on his clothes. I felt sleepy and content, like if I never moved from that spot it would be perfectly fine.
"You still with us, stud?" Wes asked.
"Yeah. Thank you, Wes. None of this would have happened without you."
"Like I said, it was hot. You should visit the house more often. A brother of a brother is a brother, right?"
I just smiled.
Thank you to everyone who has written me about this story. This is the final chapter and I'm happy that so many of you have stuck around over the nearly four and a half years that it's taken me to get from the first chapter to the this last one. I hope you'll let me know your thoughts about it at xanderharris02@hotmail.com. I went back and forth on this chapter for along while and had two different versions. I hope I chose the right one. Thanks again to everyone for reading!