My Brother And His Husband

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"Hey," Owen said to the driver as if there was nothing unusual about this at all. He reached for the back door and held it open for me like a gentleman.

"Alright if we sit down like this?" I asked, feeling weird to be sitting down bare-assed in a stranger's car.

"Go for it," the driver replied, looking more amused than anything. He had green paint on most of his face, and I guess he was supposed to Frankenstein. Owen sat down next to me, and we were off.

"Sucks that Taylor couldn't come," I said.

"Oh well. It's his own fucking fault."

Now that Taylor wasn't around, Owen sounded less-than-thrilled about how things had turned out.

"How come?" I asked.

"He's been going out a lot lately."

"Going out as is clubbing?"

"Going out as in cruising."

"Oh." I'd learned what that word meant last year after moving to New York.

"Going out in this weather and hooking up with strangers will do that to ya," Owen continued. "I mean, I've been working a lot, but still..."

I didn't know what to say. Most couples, especially straight ones, would never be in a position where they talked about stuff like this so openly. What exactly was the code of conduct for being married yet openly having sex with random strangers? Was my brother breaking any rules? Was I supposed to take sides on this one?

I kept quiet, and thankfully Owen changed the topic and started talking about the party. As we left the car, he gave the driver a hefty tip ("That's for getting the glitter off the backseat") and knocked on Gill and Deacon's door. Luckily, Gill was fast in answering it, before any passing trick-or-treaters were treated to the sight of our bare asses.

"Come on in. Very nice," Gill said, eyeing us up and down and smiling. He was even taller than Owen, as he was dressed in drag and wearing insane 10-inch platform heels.

"What're you supposed to be?" I asked, but I should've guessed based on the red cape he had on. Underneath the hooded cape, he wore a short dress that made me think of Oktoberfest.

Gill's husband Deacon appeared behind him. Deacon was shirtless, with patches of gray fur glued to his body, as well as a prosthetic snout on his face. The two of them were slutty versions of Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf.

"Too bad that your brother couldn't make it," Deacon said to me, already serving me a drink. Next, I went to say hi to Payton and to meet his girlfriend for the first time. The two of them were dressed as pretty generic versions of the mom and dad from the Addams Family, and they both absolutely lovedmy costume.

"See, honey, that's what you should've worn instead," Payton's amused girlfriend said to him, and he agreed.

"I'll let you borrow it next year," I said (ignoring the fact the outfit wasn't mine to lend out). The three of us chatted for a while, when Payton pointed out another couple in the room.

"Those two have been inseparable lately," he said about my roommate Ian and his now-boyfriend, Cole.

"Tell me about it," I raised my eyebrows. "I thought having a baby would keep me up at night. No: it's the sound of them fucking!"
A few minutes later, the whole Dad Squad got together. We chatted about our kids for a while and I lost track of time (and of how many drinks I'd had). My friends asked me about Jordan, who was out at a party that only students from her school were apparently invited to. I told everyone she and I were seeing each other, but still not "going exclusive."

I looked around the room to make sure Owen was alright. Gill and Deacon lived in a townhouse, large by Manhattan standards, and there were over fifty people at the party. I spotted Owen talking to some people I didn't know. He looked... bored. I wasn't sure if it was the conversation that was boring him, or if he just wasn't in a good mood. When I saw him heading to the bathroom, I quickly dashed after him.

"It's me," I knocked on the door right after he closed it. I heard it unlock and he let me in.

"Everything alright, man?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"I'm fine. Just... long day," he sighed. I wasn't used to seeing Owen so... defeated. He then continued, "Your brother and I had a fight earlier today."

Suddenly, I realized that the entire time while I was in their apartment earlier, Taylor and Owen hadn't spoken to each other, just me.

"I shouldn't have come," Owen said, looking tired. "I wanted to get out of the house. But I don't wanna spoil the party for you."

"Hey, hey, man," I said, taking a step forward and putting my right hand on his shoulder. It felt tense so I started to massage it to help him relax. "You're not spoiling anything. We can stay right here and talk all night, for all I care."

"What if someone needs to use the bathroom?" Owen chuckled. It was nice to finally see him smiling.

"There's two more bathrooms in this house, they'll be fine."

From there, quite spontaneously, we started talking about Gill and Deacon's house and how they could afford a place like this at such a young age. I told Owen they were both from wealthy families, and Deacon was a hot shot on Wall Street. Fortunately, I'd brought my drink to the bathroom, and it was a completely full gin and tonic. We both drank from the same glass, passing it back and forth as we talked.

This was just what my brother-in-law needed: someone to talk to. After almost half an hour locked up in the bathroom together, I realized my hand was still on his body. It had moved from his shoulder down to his tricep, gently massaging it. Owen had also put his right hand around me, resting it on my lower back.

"Does Taylor know about... you sucking me off?" I asked, almost whispering even though nobody else could hear us. Loud music blasted on the other side of the door.

"Yes. I told him. He's never spoken to you about it?"

"No," I said. "So I guess he's okay with it."

"He's fine. There's... other things between him and me lately. Quite ironic, huh?" Owen chuckled, but he didn't look happy. He looked down at the floor, his fingers gently stroking the skin on my back, right above the waistband of the jock. I'd never seen him look so vulnerable. Suddenly he looked up, and we were staring right into each other's eyes. It was intense, and it felt like my heart skipped a beat.

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I checked my phone to find I had a few texts from Taylor. Apparently, he was spending the afternoon at his brother's apartment. At the bottom of the message thread was a photo. I tapped it open to see a close-up of a tight asshole. The person's asscheeks were being spread open by two fingers, and there was cum dripping out of the hole.

"Just dropped a load in Rory's roommate ," the text from Taylor said.

"Fuck!" I swore under my breath and started to rub my crotch. My cock had reacted to the picture by getting half-hard, and it felt good to be rubbing on it under the table. After years of mostly being a bottom, my husband was now exploring his top side and honestly... it was such a fucking turn-on to have him sending me pictures like this!

I continued to stroke myself under the table, and quickly looked at the bar to check on my dad. He was standing by the bar, talking to the shirtless bear and his buddy, and I wondered if they might be hitting on him. He was definitely the type you would meet at a venue like this. Either way, he had a big, friendly, Midwestern smile on his face, which let me know he was alright.

Looking at the picture, I continued to rub my crotch until my cock was fully hard. Just then, I noticed my dad and the two bears all walking toward our table, so I quickly put my phone away.

It seemed like my dad had made some new friends. The shirtless bear had insisted on paying for our drinks and invited us over to their table. I looked at their friend group and they looked like a cheerful bunch, so we accepted their invitation. The only downside was that it was a high table and we would be standing up instead of sitting down, but I was okay with that.

At their table, Dad quickly became the star of the show when everyone found out this was his first time at The Falcon. He impressed them with his vexillology skills when he pointed at the bar and said he knew what each of the flags represented. Meanwhile, the shirtless bear and I stood to the side, chatting with each other.

"Mighty fine a'you to bring your daddy round here," he said with a Southern drawl. He probably lived in New York, but had never quite lost his original accent.

We started chatting for a while and several times I noticed the man's eyes darting down to my crotch. I realized I was still hard, and feeling very restricted in my jeans. I rubbed my erection a few times, trying to adjust my cock and balls.

"You alright down there?" the bear asked, looking at me intensely in the eyes. "Need some help?"

He set his beer down and put his hand on my bulge. I stepped closer to the table in an attempt to be just a tad more discreet. By now, the place was filling up with the usual evening crowd, as well as people who were sheltering from the rain. Multiple men currently had their shirts off, a couple of them even rocking leather harnesses. My father – who'd met a guy from Wisconsin at the table – was busy talking loudly about the upsides of living in the Midwest over New York.

I ignored everyone's conversation, focusing instead on how pleasurable it felt to have my cock rubbed like this. This went on for about ten minutes, when the silver-chested bear decided to up the ante by unbuttoning my jeans. One button, then two, then three... until my hard cock was springing out. A couple of the bear's buddies noticed it and just smiled, winking at me and continuing to chat with my dad.

"Nice cock, buddy," the bear said. He stroked my dick a few times until he got me to start oozing precum. Next, he rubbed my cockhead with the palm of his hand, making it more and more sensitive by the second, making me let out a faint "Mmm. Ah!" Then, he used my precum as lube, continuing to stroke the entire length of my shaft.

One table over, just a few feet from my dad, two shirtless men were making out, rubbing their hands up and down each other's bodies, occasionally pinching one another's nips. My father made eye contact with me then nodded his head toward the two guys, as if to say "Check out those two over there." I smiled, and continued to enjoy the handjob I was getting under the table.

As the bear started to speed up his strokes, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Wondering if it might be another sexy picture from my husband, I reached to check it. It was from Taylor indeed, but it was only a text.

"Btw, I forgot to mention: it was Rory who took that photo earlier ."

"Fuck!" I said out loud a bit louder than I'd intended to. Thinking that I was reacting to the handjob – which in part, I was – the bear sped up his stroking even more. On my phone, I tapped the picture open again. I looked at Rory's fingers, spreading his roommate's ass open, taking a closeup picture of my husband's load dripping out of it.

"Mmm. I'm about to cum," I said just loudly enough for the bear to hear me.

"Fuck yeah, buddy. Shoot your load right here!" he grunted at me encouragingly. Just then, my father laughed loudly at a joke someone had said. There was nothing better than hearing a loved one's genuine laughter. As it echoed in my ears, I started to blow my load under the table and all over the floor at the bar.

"Mmm, fuck!" I moaned out in satisfaction. Since I couldn't be heard over the loud music and chatter and laugher, I yelled out even louder: "Fuck, yeah!"

The bear squeezed my cock tightly, jacking it fast until he got every drop of cum out of me, which is when he slowed down his movements and started to stroke very slowly, letting me enjoy the aftereffect of my amazing orgasm.

"Good job," he said to me, lifting his hand to lick up the cum that was on there before patting me on the chest.

"What're you boys doing over there?" my father said. "Owen, come over here! I wanna tell you a joke this guy just told me. Don't make me yell."

"Coming, Dad," I said, putting my cock away and shooting a conspiratorial wink to the silver-chested bear. "I'm coming."

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During this visit, my son had taken me out to a leather gay bar, where some patrons had minimal clothing and even fewer inhibitions. Owen, as usual, had attracted his share of admirers. He ended up getting jerked off under one of the tables by an older guy, just a few feet away from me. They probably thought they were being discreet, and I didn't mention to my son that I'd seen the whole thing clearly from where I had been standing. That same night, I'd been surprised to find myself with my own admirer, a guy around my age who had moved to the city from Wisconsin a few years before. After chatting for about an hour, he'd asked me if I wanted to go to his apartment a few blocks away.

Feeling a little sex-starved, and admittedly curious, it had been a tempting offer. I didn't have any concerns about infidelity – my wife and I had long had an arrangement that allowed for occasional adventures on our own. But this fellow had clearly assumed I had some actual experience with gay sex, and I wasn't sure I wanted to burden him with being the one to educate and deflower me in that arena. Besides, this trip was about Owen and getting him set up for the next phase of his career. Even though I knew my son would have supported my exploration (hell, he probably would have encouraged it!) it seemed like a lot to take on at that moment. I'd had a few too many drinks that night and was already feeling tired. Still, the offer had been flattering, and the guy had given me his email address with a request to keep in touch.

All these thoughts wandered through my somewhat drunk brain, and I gave some serious consideration to jerking off right there on the couch before going to sleep. Ultimately I decided I would just take care of it in the shower the next morning, where there wouldn't be any cleanup needed. So I pulled off my jeans and got comfortable under the blanket in my T-shirt and boxers. Within a few minutes, I was in dreamland.

At some point later, the sound of the door unlocking stirred me from my slumber and I heard Owen and Taylor entering the apartment. They were noisy at first until they realized I was seemingly asleep on the couch, and then they shifted to what could only be described as drunken, giggly stage whispers as they stumbled around the apartment, getting ready for bed.

I pretended I was still asleep and figured I wouldn't have to do that too long. Once they finished up in the bathroom and closed the bedroom door, things quieted down. But of course, it was Valentine's Day and these were two horny men. So pretty soon, I started to hear soft moans and other sex sounds coming through the wall. The volume increased slowly, as did the sound of the bedsprings and floorboards while my son and his husband got busy.

All I could do was smile, really. I realized that while I'd heard Owen fuck plenty of guys over the years (and seen him do it a few times), this might be the first time I'd heard him with his own husband, and they'd been together for almost five years now. First time for everything, I guess.

The moans got louder. I could make out who was who now, and hear the rhythm they had going. They sounded like a porno, frankly, and I felt my cock getting hard again. I imagined my muscular son fucking Taylor's ass, probably holding him in his big, Popeye-like arms.

"Fuck yeah," I heard one of them say. "Take my cock! Fuck!" The request was followed by some louder moans, clearly from the one who was getting pounded. But the voices...

With surprise, I realized that it was actually Taylor fucking Owen! I'm not sure why that seemed so unusual to me, but it did. I knew Owen had enjoyed getting fucked in the past – hell, I'd been right next to him in bed once when it happened. But that was long ago, and I assumed his preference had changed since then. Over the past few years, he'd often made offhanded comments to me, usually when we were drinking or smoking pot, about Taylor's talents as a "bottom" – the way he put it.

Now, I couldn't help but imagine them on their bed, my son on all fours with his husband behind him. Or would they be facing one another? Or would Taylor be on his back with Owen astride him? While imagining all their possible configurations, I was amused to find myself fully boning up.

"UH!" I heard my son cry out. Taylor must have... pounded him extra hard just then. They were pretty loud by this point, clearly not even trying to keep it down. Did they think I was asleep? Or did they even care? No reason they should, I realized. This was their apartment and they could be as loud as they wanted to be.

The sound of fucking was hot, so much so that I didn't even mind that it was keeping me up. It didn't matter to me if it was coming from two men, or that one of them happened to be my son. Hearing someone taking a cock was always a turn on, and my own dick was responding. I gave in to my urges, sliding my hand into my boxers and starting to stroke. There had been a good amount of precum collecting at the tip, and pretty quick my whole shaft had a nice slickness to it.

I could clearly sense the rhythm of their thrusts, from the sound of their breathing, the occasional moans and the faint sound of the bedsprings straining against the weight of the two men. My strokes fell into sync with them, and I subtly thrust my hips up to meet my fist as well, probably right at the same moment Taylor was shoving his cock deep into my son's ass.

Owen's moans got higher in tone, almost sounding like whimpers. There was a needy sound to them. It was unlike any sound I'd ever heard Owen make. Maybe I would ask him a few questions about bottoming sometime. He'd always been willing to talk to me about these things, and I found that it helped me feel closer to him, to understand what he liked and wanted, in addition to learning something new myself.

I could tell that Owen and Taylor were reaching a critical moment, where at least one of them would be cumming. "Does Owen cum while he gets fucked?" I wondered. "Does Taylor?" Something else I would have to ask about. Maybe I'd even talk to Taylor about it. He was like another son to me, and this trip was further cementing that. From the sounds that my son was making, it seemed like he also might be getting close. But then Taylor's vocalizations became the louder of the two, and there was no question that his cock was unloading deep inside my son's ass.

Suddenly I felt my own climax surge, unexpectedly quick. A few spurts shot up onto my stomach before I pushed my cock back into my boxers so they could absorb the rest. I let out a quick groan, with no concern that the boys would hear me over their own sounds of pleasure that continued. Owen was now grunting louder than anyone, screaming out "Fuck yes!" and it was obvious he was shooting his own load.

A few moments later, all three of us quieted down, as our moans turned into deep breaths of exhaustion. I laughed as I sunk down into the couch, and took off my cum-stained boxers and dropped them on the floor. I didn't really care if either of the boys got up before me and saw them in the living room. Feeling content after my orgasm and the fact I'd shared this special moment with Owen and my son-in-law, I drifted back to sleep, looking forward to teasing the two of them about this at breakfast tomorrow.

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Chapter 21: "Summer 2017, Pt. II" (Part 1/2)
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SUMMER 2017 | OWEN:

Growing up, I felt like the only boy in the world who didn't have a brother. Looking back, I now know how silly this was, but it just so happened that all of the other boys I was best friends with had at least one brother. My dad had a brother. I liked my sisters, but I felt excluded from some secret brotherhood... quite literally.

When I first stepped into Rory's bedroom, which he used to share with my boyfriend Taylor when they were kids, I looked around it as if it were at a museum. Neither of them lived here full-time anymore; Rory was in college and it'd been years since Taylor moved to New York. Still, the room had plenty of remnants from when the two brothers were roommates; from the old posters on the walls to the old desktop computer they used to share.

That very same room was where we would all be spending the night. I think Taylor's parents expected me to crash on the couch, but he insisted we could squeeze into his old bed, and Rory said he didn't mind. So after a VERY entertaining evening, watching a movie with the family (and fingering my boyfriend's ass until he came under the cover), Rory and Taylor's parents retired to their bedroom, and the three of us hung out in the living room for a little bit longer before heading to bed.

"You guys go ahead, I'll be there in a minute," my boyfriend said from the couch. I knew exactly what the issue was: he had cum all over his shorts, so he wanted everyone to leave before he could get up. I winked at him, and followed Rory to the bedroom.

"So what was it like growing up around here?" I asked him as we walked down the hall together.

"I dunno, boring. What's it like growing up most places?"

"Really, it was boring growing up with Taylor?"

"Oh no, Taylor was great. And with the age difference between us, it worked pretty well. 'Cause he was here when I was growing up, so I could go to him if there was something I didn't wanna tell my parents. But then he moved out right before I hit high school, so I could finally get some privacy, you know what I mean?"

"Haha, yeah," I chuckled, even though I could only imagine. We were in the bedroom now, and Rory left to go to the bathroom. I heard the tap running and assumed he was brushing his teeth. I looked around, wondering what to sleep in tonight. I always slept naked, for years now, but that was hardly appropriate in this case. Should I sleep in the sweatpants I had on, or would getting down to my underwear be okay?

I heard someone walk in behind me. I assumed it was Taylor but I turned around to see Rory, who was now wearing nothing but his underwear: a pair of short green boxers with yellow stars on them. He had a toothbrush in his mouth and continued chatting with me while brushing his teeth.

I looked his body up and down real fast, to notice he was in decent shape, before I quickly looked away. I didn't want to stare. But also, I caught myself smiling. This felt... really good. Not because I was seeing my boyfriend's brother nearly naked or anything sexual like that. But because Rory felt like we were cool enough that he could walk around like this in front of me. Encouraged by it, I took my shirt off and pulled down my sweats to get down to my white boxer-briefs.

"Holy shit," Rory mumbled, almost letting his toothbrush fall out of his mouth. "I knew you worked at a gym, but sheesh."

Unable to hide my smile, I flexed my large pecs a couple of times (and noticed Rory looking at them). "One of the perks of the job," I added.

"Yeah, well I can see why my brother ended up with you."

Rory went back to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste, leaving me grinning to myself in my tight white underwear. Looking down, I realized just how noticeable my bulge was in these.

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"Shh. Don't wake up Rory," I heard Owen whisper, right after my brother had let out a barely-suppressed moan. It sounded like they'd just started fucking.

"Oh please," Taylor whispered back. "I've been hearing him snore all my life. Once he's down, there's no waking him up."

I rolled my eyes in the darkness. My brother loved to joke about my snoring (which I've been assured isn't as loud as he says). Taylor was aware it irritated me, so I thought of a way to pay him back. I kept quiet for a minute or so, just to make sure I would catch them off guard. Then, I slowly slid out from under my sheets, gently placing my bare feet on the floor in between the beds.

Crouching like a cartoon villain, I watched them fucking for a second, illuminated by the moonlight shining in. My brother was lying on his back, his eyes closed, lost in sexual ecstasy. His husband was on top of him, 200 lbs of muscle thrusting back and forth from the hips. I crept in closer until I could see the sweat running down Owen's back. Then, I leapt forward, jumped on his back, and shouted "Gotcha!"

My brother and his husband both shouted in surprise. It sounded like I'd scared them shitless. Owen threw me off his back and I landed on the mattress, laughing my ass off. Pretty soon they were laughing as well, and we all started a threesome wrestling match on Taylor's bed. It didn't even bother us that we were all naked, the two of them with raging boners swinging between their legs.

We play-wrestled until we were all out of breath, when we all slumped down on the bed. Thankfully, our parents' bedroom was on the other side of the house, away from all the ruckus we were making with our laughing and pinching and tickling.

It was a chilly night but we were all sweaty. The blankets were kicked off on the floor but our body heat kept us warm. I turned to my brother-in-law and hugged him from behind. As we all cuddled up, I noticed Owen's head was on my brother's chest. I caressed Owen's arm up and down with my fingertips, as he took his hand and wrapped it around Taylor's dick, stroking it.

Pushing my lower body closer up against Owen, I realized my cock was now getting hard as well. Not unusual at this time of night. I smiled, and I knew I didn't need to move or feel uncomfortable. As it got fully hard, my dick found its way right between Owen's muscular asscheeks. The movements with which he was jerking my brother off got faster. All throughout, I continued to caress Owen's arm with my fingers, feeling his glutes squeeze my cock.

"Fuck," I thought, "he's doing that so perfectly." I started doing some small up-and-down motions with my hips, basically dry-humping his ass – except it wasn't so dry anymore as I was leaking a good amount of precum by now.

Suddenly, Owen started scooting himself lower in the bed. Not about to give up the amazing sensations I was experiencing, I grabbed onto him to go along for the ride. We only moved about a foot toward the end of the bed, and I peeked up over Owen's shoulder to see his mouth was now wrapped around Taylor's cock. From the wetness I noticed on Taylor's belly, it seemed like my big brother was leaking just as much precum as I was.

We remained like that for a few minutes, with Owen taking Taylor's cock in his mouth while putting pressure around mine with his ass cheeks. I ran my fingertips down Owen's spine now, before leaning in and pressing my lips between his shoulders, almost at the bottom of his neck. The salty taste of his skin somehow got me even more turned on. I could feel how slippery the cleft of Owen's ass was now as it moved along either side of my cock. My precum was flowing, feeling like a natural lubricant.

Owen moved again, getting on his hands and knees in front of my brother, never letting Taylor's cock slip out of his mouth. Owen's ass was no longer rubbing against my cock now, but I saw him stick it out in the air, poking it out and wiggling it around, spreading his legs a little too. It made me think of the typical pose girls would do to get attention; except Owen's muscular thighs were the most masculine thing I've ever seen. Still, the message was the same.

I climbed off the bed and slowly walked around to stand at the end, my hard cock wagging back and forth in the moonlight. I ran both my hands up and down Owen's back, briefly entranced by how I could see all the different muscles shift under his skin as he moved back and forth slowly. My eyes moved higher and met Taylor's eyes. My brother was staring right at me with a relaxed smile on his face. I was reminded of him teaching me how to kick a ball or ride a bike when we were kids. His eyes seemed to say "Go for it. You can do it!"

I smiled back at my big brother, and I gently pushed down on Owen's hips to get him a little lower, lining us up just right. My fingers felt up his hole and I could tell he was ready. As I stepped forward slightly, the slick head of my cock pushed at his opening, and just like that I slid inside him.

He was tight, like remembered from when I fucked him at the Halloween party, but like that night, there wasn't any feeling of resistance. I continued with that slow push, and a moment later my whole cock was buried deep in my brother-in-law's ass.

"Oh, fuck!" I heard Owen shout loudly, as he removed Taylor's cock from his mouth and stroked it, bowing his head further forward. He was taking a moment to get used to my cock and find a rhythm that worked for both of us. I heard him taking a few deep breaths, groaning softly each time he pushed back and I thrust into him with equal force. When he went down on my brother again, it was all perfectly synced. I'd push into him as he moved his face down to the root of Taylor's cock, and Owen would thrust his hips back at the same time, tightening his internal muscles around my hard cock. I understood that he was maximizing his own pleasure this way, as well as making both my brother and me feel amazing.

"You like that, baby?" my brother said in a voice I'd never quite heard from him before. "You like serving two brothers?"

"Mhm," Owen nodded, choking on Taylor's dick.

That's when it hit me: this was pretty much the same position in which I'd caught the two of them and Brock in that bathroom stall on Taylor's birthday. Except instead of the bottom, Taylor was one of the tops now. Even after everything, and I mean EVERYTHING my brother and I had been through, he still managed to surprise me.

Our three naked bodies moved together as one. In our childhood bedroom, there were still several posters and toys left lying around. Just like when we were growing up; except now we were playing different kinds of games. And now, we had a third brother.

Our body heat kept us warm and the only sounds were our soft moans, affirming to one another how amazing this felt. Whenever I'd open my eyes to look at Taylor, he was already looking back at me. A lot had changed on my big brother's face over the years, but those eyes... those green eyes always remained the same.

I licked my lips as Taylor and I gazed at one another, and I could tell he was getting close as well. He smiled at me and grabbed the back of Owen's head, picking up the pace. Like waves rippling across the water, Owen's motions adjusted and then mine did as well; all of us now moving faster and more intensely. As I felt those first sensations deep inside, my eyes met Taylor's again. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but there was no need for words.

I pushed my cock deeply into Owen one last time and began to let loose. His ass was still gripping me tightly, as if it was working hard to milk every drop out. From the expression on Taylor's face and the way he was gripping his husband's head, I knew Owen was getting a load down his throat right now as well. I loved that my brother and I had managed to cum at the same time. I'd shot six or seven times at this point, and I squeezed Owen's hips tightly as the last few surges erupted deep inside him.

I could hear my brother-in-law moaning as he finished swallowing our loads from both ends. He started to move his head up and down my brother's cock again, and I knew he was making sure he got Taylor's entire load. I let myself fall forward a little and land onto Owen's broad shoulders, letting out a breath and putting my entire weight on him. My cock was still buried in him and I was in no hurry to pull it out. I felt hands on my shoulders – my brother's hands. He rubbed them gently and slid them up the back of my neck and through my hair. The sensation gave me goosebumps, which felt incredible in the post-orgasmic afterglow.

I slowly pulled out of Owen, which elicited a moan from both of us. The three of us collapsed together on the bed again, and someone managed to pull the sheets back up over us. I was spooning Owen, who turned his head back over his shoulder and kissed me for a little while. I opened my eyes and I saw my brother watching us with a smile on his face. Owen slowly turned toward his husband, and I watched them kiss tenderly as well.

"I love you," Taylor said. He was looking at Owen but then he turned to look at me, and I knew his profession was meant for both of us.

"Love you too," Owen pulled both my brother and me in closer with one arm each.

"Love you," I said without overthinking it. I wrapped my arms around my brother-in-law, as he wrapped his around my brother. My hand found Taylor's against one of Owen's pecs, and we interlaced our fingers. And that's how we fell asleep.

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Chapter 25: "Oh, He's Ready!" (Part 1/2)
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RORY:

"Finally!" my brother exclaimed as I showed up at the diner almost half an hour late for Sunday brunch. "Where have you been?"

"Sorry. I had to make my way here from Long Island," I said, sitting down at the circular table in between Taylor and Owen. It was the last day of January, and this was my first time seeing my brother and his husband in the new year.

"What the fuck is in Long Island?" asked Taylor.

"Oh, just this couple's house where Jordan and I spent the night," I replied, taking my jacket off and flagging the waitress.

"Wait, what?" Owen chuckled loudly. I made them wait until I'd gotten a cup of piping-hot, black coffee and ordered some eggs, before starting with my story.

"Remember when we went to that event at Gill's gallery a few months ago?" I looked at my brother. "The one where he ended up blowing you in the bathroom?"

"I do indeed," he nodded as I took a much-needed sip of my coffee. As I continued, I tried keeping my voice down, even though as usual, Taylor and Owen had picked a diner filled with 80% gay men, many of which would've probably enjoyed hearing the story.

"Well, after I walked in on you guys in the bathroom, I went back out and told Jordan about it. She and I weren't full-on dating at that point, so I wasn't sure how she would react. But she was really cool with it, which I took as a great sign."

"Aha," Owen listened intently. He took a bite of his toast, getting some jelly on his lips in the process. Spontaneously, I reached over and used my thumb to wipe it off, then stuck my thumb in Owen's mouth. The gesture made him smile, and he sucked on my finger for several seconds.

"So, she and I started going steady shortly before your birthday in November," I said, once again looking at Taylor. "At your party, after I caught you guys and Brock fucking, I went back to the table and told her all about it as well."

"Wait, how much did you tell her? Owen asked. "Does she know you stood there and took a video of the whole thing?"

"Yup," I nodded, as the waitress showed up with my eggs, and then quickly left.

"What did she say?!" my brother asked.

"Well first, she said you must have a fetish for fucking in public bathrooms."

"Guilty," Taylor laughed.

"And then she said that the whole thing is making her think she and I should be more adventurous as well. Take a page out of you guys' book. That's the night when we decided we wanted to be together but keep an open relationship, and hook up with other people as well.

"Whoa!" Owen reacted.

"And then on New Year's Eve, she and I had our first threesome. You know how I went to that party with all of her friends from college? Well, we ended up fucking with one of the other girls. It was great, everyone had lots of fun. Next, Jordan wanted to try it out with another couple. So we got on this app for couples that wanna meet other couples. That's where we met the people from Long Island. They're married, so it took them a while to arrange for their kids to be out of the house. But we went there last night and we... had a great time," I grinned, then filled my mouth with food.

"So tell us about this other couple," Owen prompted. Meanwhile, my brother just looked stunned by the whole story.

"They're hot. Wife's in her early 30s, the husband's a few years older. We just fucked side-by-side, and then we exchanged partners."

"Is it weird that I'm surprised to hear that straight people do stuff like this?" Taylor asked.

"Yes," Owen and I answered simultaneously.

"So, when you say you 'exchanged partners,' do you mean...?" my brother-in-law enquired.

"I mean, I just fucked the wife. Don't worry, you're still the last man I've fucked," I said, relieved that we could finally talk about this in front of Taylor.

"Aww, thanks bro," Owen pretended to blush. "Makes me feel special."

Unfortunately, only 15 minutes later Owen had to get ready to leave.

"I'm picking my dad up at the airport and then we're going to check out this empty space in Hell's Kitchen," he said. "It's close to home and it looks really promising so far, so keep your fingers crossed!"

Over Christmas, Owen managed to borrow some money from his dad and another investor, so he was now closer than ever to opening his own fitness studio. He got dressed, gave Taylor a long kiss, then walked around the table to give me a kiss goodbye. I surprised him by parting my lips and letting his tongue enter my mouth for a couple of seconds before he left the diner.

"So how are things going with you guys?" I asked my brother. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"Things are good! Owen's still pretty busy, but he's making more of an effort to spend time together as well. So I'm happy."

"I notice you're not wearing the chain and padlock anymore."

"No. To be honest, Owen and I are... experimenting with some things, I guess. Like, we've been flip-fucking a lot more lately."

It wasn't a term I'd heard before, but I could imagine it meant that my brother was both a top and a bottom now. I smiled, amused by the fact he was sharing all of this with me.

"And the chain and the cock cage just didn't feel right anymore," Taylor continued. "I guess I'm just growing and changing sexually. I don't know if I might go back someday, but for now it feels good to try out some new things."

"Hey, more power to ya, for being able to do it and still maintain a relationship," I said, talking a bit more earnestly. "I mean it, Taylor. I've actually learned a lot from you. It's helped me experiment and get to know myself better as well. Everything I do now... my whole life would be completely different if it weren't for you."

"Aww, thanks, Rory," my brother reached across the table and took my left hand. We stayed this way until I'd finished my meal and invited Taylor to come hang out at my place for the afternoon.

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Chapter 27: "69" (Part 1/2)
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TAYLOR:

Never underestimate the popularity of a couch large enough for someone to sleep on in New York City. It hadn't been long since my little brother got his own apartment, and we already had my father-in-law crashing on our couch now, with no departure date in sight.

Owen's dad Kevin was fortunate enough to retire recently at the young age of 57. Since Owen's mom still went to work daily, I think Kevin was getting more bored around the house than he cared to admit, so he jumped at the opportunity to come to New York and help Owen set up his fitness studio. A couple of weeks passed. Owen officially quit his job as a personal trainer, and now he and his dad spent their days making trips from the bank to the realtor; from the investors to the mortgage broker.

I myself was quite busy at the office, so time went by quickly. I was happy that my husband and I were no longer fighting, even though our sex life wasn't quite what it used to be either. Our five-year anniversary was coming up this spring, and I was determined to come up with a fun trip that Owen and I could go on to get away from the city and rekindle things. Plus, Valentine's Day was coming up this weekend, and I had plans to wine-and-dine Owen, hopefully followed by a night of hot sex.

Of course, having his dad on the couch put a cramp on things. Unlike my brother, who I was always friends with and I knew he could take overhearing Owen and me fuck, I wasn't that close to my father-in-law. Owen insisted that he was "cool," but I wanted to leave the best impression possible on my in-laws, especially since I hardly got to spend time with them.

One Friday morning, I walked out in my underwear to find the couch empty, and my husband in the kitchen naked, making coffee.

"Morning. Where's your dad?" I asked, yawning.

"No idea, I woke up and he was out. Morning, honey," Owen gave me a kiss, and we ran our hands down each other's naked torsos. I looked down at Owen's beautiful, thick dick, which was bouncing in a state of half-hardness.

"Mmm, I love this," I moaned, wrapping my hand around his cock.

"Just that?" my husband said softly, biting my bottom lip.

"All of you. But especially this," I smiled and started to stroke his cock, feeling it getting bigger and harder with each stroke.

"Why don't you get on your knees and show it some love then?" Owen asked and then kissed me again.

"Should we go to the bedroom? What if your dad comes back in?"

"No need. Just go for it," my husband, the eternal daredevil, suggested.

Feeling hungry and horny, I licked my lips and got down on my knees. Owen hadn't taken a shower yet, but his groin smelled PERFECT, emitting just the right amount of musk. I took a few seconds just sniffing it, circling around his cock with my nose before burying it under his smooth ball sack and taking a whiff.

Then, it was time to get to business. I had to go to work soon, but I craved my husband's load as breakfast first. I took his cock in my mouth, feeling the blood pumping through it, bringing it to full mast. His cockhead hit the back of my throat and I felt him leaking precum, which I dutifully swallowed, savoring its taste, as my cock got rock hard as well and left the confines of my boxer briefs.

I pulled back and started sucking only the tip of Owen's cock, wrapping my lips around it and feeling it oozing more precum, while my husband moaned in pleasure. After a while, I went back to deep-throating him again, burying my nose in his shaved pubic region. I raised my hands and ran them up and down his abs and obliques, admiring my husband's muscles while feasting on his cock, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world to be married to a hunk like this.

Just then, we heard the door open and someone walk in. My instinct was to pull out and stand up, but Owen put both hands on the back of my head, holding me firmly in place. It was his way of letting me know that even though his dad was about to walk in, we should keep going.

This only turned me on even more! I reached down for my hard cock with one hand and started jacking myself off. "Morning, boys," my father-in-law yelled out from around the corner. He could hear that there was someone in the kitchen, but he had no idea what we were doing. One, two, three footsteps later, and...

"Oh! Sorry about that," he said as he walked into the kitchen. I tried looking at my husband's father, but I couldn't see him from the corner of my eye. Owen was still holding my head with both hands, and he was now thrusting back-and-forth in my mouth, fucking my throat in front of his parent.

"No problem, Dad. Where were you?" I heard him ask casually.

"I thought I'd go get bagels for everyone. But I see you're... otherwise occupied," Kevin sounded amused rather than upset.

"No, we'll be done in a sec. Then we can all have breakfast. That's really nice of you."

I heard my father-in-law rummaging for plates and knives just a few feet from us, as Owen fucked my face faster and faster. I was about to cum, and I had a feeling my husband was also close to the edge.

"Ummmpf," I gagged, starting to drool as Owen's massive cock filled my mouth and went down my throat. And then...

"Aaaah, fuck!" Owen swore out loud and started to shoot his morning load in my mouth. The second I tasted it I started to cum all over the floor, struggling to breathe as Owen held my head right up against his crotch. I felt his jizz sliding down my throat and into my stomach for several seconds, after which we both started to calm down and breathe deeply.

"No better way to start the day, huh?" my father-in-law said, sitting down at the table. I finally got to look at Kevin, who had all his clothes on and looked overdressed next to his naked son and me.

"Morning, Kevin," I said, finally able to speak, while tucking my still-hard cock in my underwear.

"Good morning," he smiled at me. "Plain or sesame bagel?"

"Sesame, please," I smiled back, reaching for the paper towels. "Just let me do this first," I said and got back down on my knees, wiping my cum off the floor before sitting down to have breakfast with my husband and his dad.

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TAYLOR:

Getting to know Kevin a little better these past few weeks was really enjoyable. My relationship with my own dad had always been good, but I hadn't come out of the closet until a few years after I'd moved away from home. He'd been supportive of me but sometimes I felt like he didn't quite understand that aspect of my life. Which wasn't a big deal for me. We got along great and I was looking forward to seeing him soon for my mom's birthday.

But Kevin had a different vibe. He had been there for my husband during Owen's coming-out as a teen. So he "got it" in a different way. Kevin was like another dad to me I guess, but one that had always known me as a gay man, which was really cool.

For the first time, I'd gotten a few chances to hang out with Kevin, just the two of us. While Owen was out doing work, his dad and I were left with a few afternoons and evenings by ourselves. One day we walked around the city to a few touristy spots he'd never been to. Another evening we went to a sports bar, drank beer, and shouted at the TVs. Last night, we'd gotten high at the apartment and watched an old movie. At one point toward the end, I'd started to nod off and Kevin put his arm around me, prompting me to put my head on his shoulder. With almost any other older guy, something like that would lead to me sucking his cock within the next half hour. But this felt very paternal and friendly, and I enjoyed it more than I expected. I slept like that for a little while, until Owen returned home.

As for tonight, Kevin was out with Owen at the studio, mounting stuff on the walls and painting some of the walls. I know Owen wanted everything to look absolutely perfect, and I smiled thinking about him fretting about the smallest details that only he would ever notice. When they finally came home, they were both sweaty.

"Why didn't you shower at the studio?" I asked, which is what they usually did when they worked there. "Is the water off?"

"No, but my son insisted we jog home on our way back," said Kevin. "On top of all the work we did. I'm telling you, he's tryna kill me for the inheritance money."

"Don't joke about that," said Owen, immediately stripping his clothes. "I just thought we could use some cardio. I'm gonna go grab a quick shower."

My husband stood in front of us buck naked, and came to give me a kiss before heading to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Kevin was still standing there trying to catch his breath after the run.

"Go take a seat, Dad. I'll get you some water," I said. It wasn't until I was walking to the kitchen that I realized I'd just called my father-in-law "Dad."

In the living room, Kevin was sitting on the couch with his shirt off, using it to wipe some sweat from his chest.

"Thanks, son," he said with a smile and he took the water from me and drank half of it in one gulp. I'd seen Kevin shirtless before, and his beefy, hairy body always attracted my attention. This time was no exception. I went back to watching the show playing on TV, but kept stealing glances of my half-naked father-in-law out of the corner of my eye.

When Owen came out of the shower a few minutes later, drying off his naked body with a towel, Kevin got up and headed to the bathroom next. My husband went to the kitchen to grab a beer and then plopped down next to me, putting his arm behind my head and pulling me in for a long kiss. We paused for a moment and looked into one another's eyes. He had that look on his face and I knew what he needed. And if I'd hadn't known, his growing cock would have clued me in pretty quickly. My man had worked hard today making his dream into a reality and I was more than happy to reward him.

As I slid down onto the floor in front of Owen, I felt the automatic need to hurry, since Kevin probably wasn't going to take a very long shower. But then I chuckled, thinking back to the last time Owen's father walked in on me deep-throating his son's cock not too long ago. I'd been so turned on by that, I'd blasted my own cum on the floor while Kevin looked on.

I wasn't averse to giving Kevin another show today, so I took my time working Owen's shaft with my lips and tongue, teasing him a little to get more of his tasty juices flowing. My husband was getting even more into it than I expected, which told me he was feeling extra horny and pent up tonight. I felt his hand creep to the back of my neck, letting me know that he needed to slide down into my throat. Of course I obliged, and I was so engrossed in my task I didn't even hear when the shower shut off. After my face had been pressed into Owen's smooth crotch for a minute or two, I slid off his cock to take a break and I noticed my father-in-law standing just past the couch, a towel around his waist… [continue reading]

 

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OWEN:

"Who's that from?" I asked my husband as he checked his phone, which had just chimed.

"My brother. Wants to know how we're getting to the airport tomorrow."

Taylor and I were at our neighborhood diner. It was packed, even for a Saturday morning. Luckily, we had managed to snag a table, and were just halfway through our waffles.

"I don't wanna have to get up early," Taylor said, texting Rory back. "Even if we leave at eleven, I think we'll make it."

"Living on the edge, huh?" I said, sitting back in my chair to stretch out my legs a little. I glanced over at Taylor, whose eyes were on my crotch. The shorts I had on made my bulge look particularly big. Even though the weather was starting to get cooler, my husband and I still insisted on wearing as little as possible, sitting at this diner in flip flops, shorts, and tank tops. Eyeing my crotch, Taylor had that look in his eyes that I knew all too well.

"You know me. I'm all about that life on the edge," my husband said in a quieter voice, leaning forward. His hand slowly and discreetly moved to my upper thigh, his fingers slithering under the hem of my shorts.

I looked around the diner. This had been a pretty "gay" spot for as long as I could remember, but like many such places it had caught the eye of the trendy crowd and now there were quite a few families and other straight people around. Most of the people closest to us were gay dudes but I still wanted to get a sense of how far we could go here.

Taylor's hand continued to creep up until it had found my cock, which was already starting to harden. I moved my legs a little to restrict the visibility of what my husband was doing, and drew in a sharp breath as he started to stroke me. I glanced around again and then looked back at him. He had the biggest fucking grin on his face, and it was adorable. But his eyes were almost glazed over, like he was getting lost in the sensations instead of keeping one eye on the people around us. He was also moving his arm a lot more than when he started and I was concerned this was becoming too obvious.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, with a little urgency. This was hot, but I didn't want someone to complain and get us kicked out, or worse. I reached out my own arm to slow his down. It forced him to be more subtle again but he didn't stop jerking my cock. Taylor had become more daring with our public sexcapades, even by our own standards. Last week, we'd caught a movie and had headed to the bathroom when it was over. He'd pulled me into a stall and had me fuck him, even as a ton of guys from the same screening were crowding in. And he'd told me that the week before he connected with a guy on an app, and then had the dude come fuck him in the bathroom at work. I was surprised to hear he was mixing sleazy hookups into his work life as well.

Still, I'm no saint either, and I love the thrill. Taylor knew every inch of my cock. Once he got to working it good he had me close to the edge pretty quickly. Not eager to prolong the risky situation, I closed my eyes and let it all go, dumping a thick load into my husband's hand right there under the table. He slowed his motion and squeezed out the last drops, withdrawing his hand just as the server walked up to us.

"Anything else, boys?" the younger man said. He'd been flirty with us the whole morning.

"I'm all set," I said letting out the breath I'd been holding in. I had to meet a client at the gym in about 15 minutes and had to get going.

"I'll have another coffee," Taylor said, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking some cum off his fingers. He was looking the server in the eye the entire time. "Holy shit," I thought. "My man's got some balls." The server's mouth opened, but I could tell that he was caught off guard by what he'd just seen, and it was a moment before he actually spoke.

"I'll... get that for you right away," he said, his look of disbelief changing to a mischievous smile.

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Chapter 17: "The Stolen Underwear" (Part 1/2)

RORY:

"Hey, little bro. What're you up to tonight? Let's hang!"

I read the text from Taylor while trying to button up my shirt. Deciding it's easier to talk than text back and forth, I gave him a call, which he answered on the first ring.

"Since when do you call me 'little bro'?" I opened with a question instead of a hello.

"I thought that might get your attention," I could hear my brother smiling on the other side.

"Listen, I'm going to an art exhibition tonight," I said. Checking myself out in the mirror, I realized I didn't like the underwear I was wearing so I searched for something sexier. Who knows where the night might end up?

"An art exhibition?" Taylor said incredulously.

"Yeah. My friend Gill from those Daddy & Me classes, he works at an art gallery. He invited us over tonight for an event they're hosting. Hey, it's free drinks and canapés."

"Go off, Carrie Bradshaw."

"You're welcome to come if you want," I said, taking off my boxers and putting on a pair of sexy briefs that I'd stolen from my brother back when I lived with him and his husband. "It's over in Chelsea."

"Erg, of course it is. Is this Gill one of the gays?"

"He and his husband are the gay couple I mentioned, yes," I said, adjusting my bulge in the mirror. These briefs made it look great! It was bound to stick out even with jeans on. It was one of those little "enhancements" I'd picked up from Taylor and Owen.

"Are they hot?" my brother asked.

"You know what, forget it! You're uninvited."

"No no no, I'll be good! I swear I'll behave. I gotta get out the house. Owen is working tonight and I'm going insane."

"Fine. It's at eight. I'll text you the address."

I hung up, shot my brother a text, and continued to get dressed.

"Hair up or down?" I thought to myself, playing with my long hair. Finally, I decided to put it up in a bun and I headed out. My roommate Ian was nowhere to be seen. Probably out getting dicked down again. Good for him. Thinking of that made me realize how horny I was feeling. I better get some tonight. After all, I was meeting a date.

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"Taylor, you remember Jordan?" I said to my brother when he arrived at the gallery.

"Yeah! Will's sister, right?"

My brother and I had met Jordan at our buddy Will's wedding in Hawaii recently. Since she went to college in New York, she and I'd hung out a few times since. She was a very responsible student so she didn't have a lot of free time; but she was fun, cute, and excellent in bed, so I would take whatever I could get from her.

"And this is my friend Gill. Gill, this is my brother Taylor."

Gill and Taylor clicked immediately, in that way that gay men seemed to click with each other from what I could tell. Which was great, because it gave me more time to talk to Jordan. Every now and then I mingled, talking to my fellow young dads Payton and Cole, who were also there. The only member of the Dad Squad who was missing was Deacon, Gill's husband, who was still stuck at work.

It's funny how quickly new friends can get you into new places. Even after all this time in New York, I'd still never been inside a single art gallery. But now I was here because of Gill, and I was really enjoying myself! I wasn't about to become an art snob anytime soon, but this exhibition seemed like a nice way to socialize and network.

Even though the gallery wasn't very big, there were about a hundred people at the event, which meant the place was packed. When Jordan and I got separated from the group, I'd completely lost track of where everyone else was.

Without saying anything, Jordan reached for a loose strand of my hair and started twirling it around her finger.

"Do I need to fix my hair?" I asked.

"No. I like your hair down," she said seductively.

"Well, then..." I replied, and let my hair down completely. Jordan ran her fingers through it, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having her long fingernails combing through my hair. The only thing that made the moment unpleasant was how much I needed to piss.

"I gotta go to the men's room," I said reluctantly. "But I'll be right back!"

The men's room was small; it only had one cubicle, one urinal, and one sink. The cubicle was occupied, but I needed the urinal anyway. While taking a piss, however, I heard a familiar voice coming from the stall.

"Mmm, yeah. Fuck yes. Suck that cock."

"That motherfucker!" I thought, biting my lip to hold myself back from laughing out loud. I could recognize my brother's grunts and moans anywhere.

As soon as I was done pissing, I looked down and sure enough: I recognized both Taylor's and Gill's shoes.

"Mmm, yeah! Fucking suck that cock, oh yeah!!" I grunted out loudly in a mock-porn voice. Next, I heard the two men in the stall burst out laughing.

"Fuck off, Rory!" my brother yelled out, and I could tell he was smiling.

"Not until I wash my hands first," I decided to tease them for a minute. My brother seemed happy to play along; he now started moaning even louder, not refraining himself.

"You kids have fun!" I said before leaving the restroom and going back to Jordan.

"What's so funny?" she said when she saw me smiling.

I thought about it for a second. Should I tell her the truth?

"Well, first off, you know that my brother's married," I said. "But he and his husband, they're in an open thing, like, they hook up with other guys occasionally."

"Oookay," she said, sounding confused. "I mean, I'm okay with that, I'm just wondering where this is going."

"I just caught my brother getting a blowjob from Gill in the bathroom," I said, laughing.

"Oh my god, that's hilarious!"

PHEW! That's the reaction from her I was hoping for.

"Isn't Gill married as well?" she asked, still laughing.

"He is. Speaking of," I said, facing the door, "see that man that just walked in? That's Deacon, his husband."

The exhibition progressed, and my brother and Gill came out of the bathroom. I shot them a shit-eating grin and watched them talk to Deacon. Meanwhile, I was hoping to get some action myself. I was sporting a semi in the tight briefs I was wearing, and the gallery was about to close soon.

"Do you wanna come over to my place?" I asked Jordan. She'd already been there twice before, and I was hoping we were in for a repeat.

"I'd love to, but I can't. Not tonight. I got a study group early tomorrow."

"Oh, okay," I tried not to look too disappointed.

"I probably need to leave now. But if you want, feel free to stay with your friends. We're taking different trains anyway."

"I will, for a bit. Thank you for coming."

"Thanks for inviting me. I had fun," Jordan said and gave me a passionate kiss. I loved it, but the only thing wrong with it was that it made my erection even worse.

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Chapter 20: "Summer 2017, Pt. I" (Part 1/2)
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SUMMER 2017 | TAYLOR:

"Here we are. Home sweet home," I chuckled nervously as the rental car pulled up in the driveway. "You ready?"

"I'm ready, baby," Owen smiled at me from behind the wheel, "but are you?! You seem nervous. You're sweating."

Owen reached for the stack of McDonald's napkins we had lying on the dash (we'd grabbed breakfast from the drive-thru before leaving New York this morning) and he started patting my face dry. He was right: I was covered in sweat, and it wasn't just from the fact that it was a hot summer's day.

"I... I've never introduced a guy to my family," I stuttered, "so yeah, I guess I'm a bit nervous."

"It'll be fine," he reassured me. "I'm sure we'll get along great. We'll just talk about what a good boy you are."

He scratched the back of my neck behind my ear, making me close my eyes in pleasure and calm down immediately.

Owen and I had been together a little over a year, but it felt much longer than that. After only a couple of months of knowing each other (and the best sex of my life), the opportunity presented itself for us to move in together. I knew people from back home thought I was rushing into things, but they didn't understand that time in New York City flowed differently. If life gives you a rent-controlled apartment in Hell's Kitchen, you say yes first and figure out the details later.

So in a short amount of time, Owen and I became a bona fide couple that lives together. Not that there was much else traditional about us. We still fucked with other guys, and enjoyed an unconventional power dynamic.

"I miss my chain," I said in the car, rubbing my bare chest, where a heavy padlock usually hung from a steel chain around my neck, that only Owen had the key for.

"Aww. It'll be back soon enough. Come here," Owen pulled me in and started giving me nuzzles and kisses.

"Thank you, Sir," I moaned in pleasure.

"Besides," Owen whispered devilishly in my ear, "this is still on."

He reached between my legs and, through my shorts, grabbed the chastity cage I was wearing on my dick. Another little thing only he had the key for.

"Mmm, yes," I whimpered, feeling my dick fill up the confines of the cage.

"C'mon! Let's go meet Mom and Dad," he said and we left the car.

The first person Owen met was neither my mother nor my father, but my little brother Rory, who answered the door. They shook hands, after which I gave my brother a hug in the doorway. I could still feel my caged cock tingle between my legs, and it felt extra kinky, experiencing it in my parents' house.

Owen, who'd grown up in suburban Minnesota, felt right at home in my hometown of Phoenixville, Pennsylvania; even though he'd never been to this part of the country before. He spent the afternoon talking to my mom, who gave him all of the local gossip ("And the Osbornes across the road, their daughter moved to Texas after she had a baby at 13. Huge scandal.") Owen humored her and asked follow-up questions, even though I knew he was only doing it to be polite.

I smiled as I witnessed their coffee klatch. I was used to seeing Owen in a leather harness, huffing poppers and spewing obscenities while mercilessly fucking my (or another man's) brains out. Now here he was in my parents' painfully middle-class living room, having my mom's homemade strudel and indulging her in conversation. For some reason, it only made him sexier, seeing this side of him!

"Hey. I'm going to the store to pick up a few things. Wanna come?" my brother interrupted my thoughts, reaching for the keys on his way out of the house.

"Sure, I'll come. Owen?"

"And miss out on Angela's stories?" he replied, making my mother blush. "No way. You guys go ahead."

Rory and I left by ourselves and got into my father's car.

"So how's school?" I asked the obligatory first question that you ask a college student, as my brother started the car.

"It's alright. It's been... a fun year," he smirked.

"You still living with Big Mike?"

"He just graduated. So I'm getting a new roommate this year."

I fondly thought of my brother's ex-roommate, who I'd hooked up with once when I was visiting Rory's dorm.

"Owen seems nice," Rory said from behind the wheel.

"Yeah, he's great," I nodded.

"Good to see that you guys are still going strong."

"Aha."

"Any plans of... taking the next step?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Well you know, like, getting married and stuff."

I laughed out loud.

"No," I answered, still laughing. "We're not that kinda people. I don't see us getting married."

"Well, never say never. Anyway, where's Owen sleeping tonight, in your bed or on the couch?"

My parents' house only had two bedrooms; my brother and I had shared a room growing up. I think my parents expected Owen to take the couch while he was here, but I wasn't particularly keen on that idea.

"Do you mind if he sleeps in our room? All three of us?" I asked my brother.

"Nope. Fine by me," Rory replied.

—​

Later that evening, Owen and I were in Rory's room, getting a few things out of our bag and changing into loungewear before going to watch a movie with everyone in the living room. We almost always slept naked at home, and neither of us owned much in the way of pajamas, but we certainly had lots of sweats and comfy clothing. Owen opted for a tank top and a pair of fairly thick sweatpants. I knew he was very well-hung and usually preferred clothes that showed that off, so this was as modest as my boyfriend got.

As I took my cargo shorts off to put on a pair of cotton sweat shorts, Owen walked up to me and put his large hand on my caged cock.

"I think we should take this off for a while," he said sternly.

"Yes, Sir," I mumbled in pleasure. Blood was already starting to rush to my cock.

"But before I release you... I need a release first."

Hearing that, I dropped to my knees immediately. Owen lowered his sweats and pulled out his cock, which was already half-hard (which was almost its natural state, anyway).

I took a big whiff, smelling my partner's groin. Doing this here, in my childhood bedroom, only added to the thrill. I leaned forward and took Owen's hardening cock in my mouth, pleased to hear him moan softly as I got him wet enough to slide down my throat. My own cock swelled as much as it could in its cage, and I whimpered at the mix of sensations I was feeling. I mashed my nose into Owen's crotch as he stretched my throat to the limit, and when I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing me into him, I got shivers down my spine. This is where I loved to be.

The door to this room didn't have a lock, so I knew we'd have to be fast. The risk of being caught usually got me very excited, and both Owen and I loved to have fun in public places. But I didn't necessarily want one of my parents catching me like this; sucking cock while kneeling on the floor, naked from the waist down, a weird contraption on my own cock.

My brother, on the other hand... was a bit of a different story. Rory and I had always been very comfortable around one another, so the idea of him walking in on us right now was actually kind of a turn-on, and I felt my trapped cock throb again.

Owen got to the edge pretty quickly. I knew he was horny (he pretty much always was) and he was probably also aware that we needed to be quick. After a few minutes, he let out a muffled "fuck" and I felt him unloading. I didn't have a choice but to swallow; he was already deeper than that. It always felt amazing when he'd cum like this down my eager throat.

I stood up and let myself breathe normally again as I wiped my mouth and grinned. Owen leaned in and kissed me, then produced the key for the cock cage and unlocked it. I felt a sense of relief as my cock sprung out, immediately getting hard. I wanted to keep playing, but I knew my family was waiting for us. I'd only just slipped on my sweat shorts when my brother opened the bedroom door, knocking at the same time.

"Hey, just seeing if you guys are still gonna watch the movie with us," he said, poking his head in. Owen and I smiled at one another — only a moment earlier, Rory would have gotten an eyeful if he'd done that!

"We're coming," I said with my back turned to the door so my brother wouldn't notice the boner in my shorts. Rory left, and Owen put his hand on my cock and gave it a squeeze while saying "Oh, yes we are," and followed Rory to the living room. I took a few deep breaths, waiting for my erection to go down a little bit, before joining the rest of my family.

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Chapter 23: "Teamwork" (Part 1/2)
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Author's Note: This chapter mentions consumption of illegal drugs which is not endorsed IRL.

OWEN:

The first time I sucked my young brother-in-law's cock was right before his son was born. On days like that, reality feels shifted. I'd never intended it. To use the oldest excuse in the book: it just sorta happened.

For the first time ever, I was a tad nervous to tell my husband about a sexual encounter of mine. Taylor and I were open, but this was his brother, after all. Then again, he and Rory didn't have the most "normal" relationship as brothers, either. Thankfully, Taylor didn't make a big deal out of it when I told him. With things being as hectic as they were right after Phoenix's birth, it all blew over quickly.

So months later, when I sucked Rory off for the second time, I knew it would be alright. This time, I didn't even have to tell Taylor because he basically walked in on us right after it happened. He seemed intrigued, and maybe even a little... turned on by the whole scenario.

But by the time Halloween rolled around, things were beginning to get more complicated between my husband and me. I was working more than ever and honestly, I felt great about it. I was on a roll. I was saving a lot of money, and networking with many people now that I had more clients. One of them was a broker, who gave me ideas about the types of loans I could take out if I wanted to open my own studio. Another client was a realtor, who knew of good spots around the city. All of a sudden, the impossible was starting to feel within reach.

The downside to it all, of course, was the tow it was taking on my personal life. Taylor was not happy about my long hours. I could understand him; of course no one likes feeling abandoned. But couldn't he understand just how important this was?! I was in my mid-30s now; it was time to stop fucking around. As a personal trainer, I didn't have too many options, and it was now or never.

Although my husband deserves some of the blame, it was also my fault for not understanding just how lonely he probably felt. Everyone deals with loneliness in a different way, and for Taylor it was sex. Sex with others, more specifically, since I was never around. That was all fine with me; I wasn't jealous. Rather, I was growing concerned about who Taylor was meeting and what he was doing with them. What kind of things he was taking to keep chasing the next high. I was no saint, so far be it from me to judge, but still... There had to be another way.

Our unequal power dynamic was also making things more complicated. Usually, my husband loved doing anything I told him, no matter how perverted. He felt most at ease when he was on his knees, following my every command. His pleasure came from pleasing ME. But what happens when there are genuine disagreements in the relationship? I couldn't tell him "No! Get on your knees and do what I tell you!!" now; it would feel like an abuse of power, and of the trust he'd placed in me. So I let him roam free instead.

Obviously, with so many factors adding tension to things, it was all starting to weigh on me a bit too much. I was always supposed to be the strong one. Owen, the muscle bull. The dom top who had his shit together. "Rawr! Bow down and obey!" It was getting exhausting, to be quite fucking honest.

So for one night, at that Halloween party, I let myself go. I opened up my heart (as well as my ass) to my brother-in-law. And Rory was amazing! Fuck, that was just what I needed. For those twenty minutes while his cock was up my ass, all the voices in my head stopped nagging me for the first time in weeks! Nothing else mattered but my hole being drilled, and finally feeling Rory's seed deep inside my guts.

But, alas, all good things come to an end. All too soon, Rory was pulling out and dabbing his dick dry with toilet paper. The party on the other side of the door got louder. We would have to leave. Go back outside. Back to reality.

"Listen," I said, wiping lube off my ass. "Things are really tense with Taylor and me right now. I wanna be the one who tells him about all this. But I can't do it right now."

Rory just looked at me, and in the most neutral tone he could probably muster he said, "I don't like keeping things from my brother."

"Neither do I, you know that. I told him about the two blowjobs, I told him about everything. But this, right now... It's just bad timing."

"Okay. But for one reason only," Rory stepped closer and put his hands on my face. "Because you're my brother as well."

I swallowed, almost letting out tears. Rory closed his eyes and came in to give me a kiss again, a tender one this time. I felt his tongue in my mouth for just a couple of seconds before he pulled out, sucking on my bottom lip and leaving the bathroom.

—​

I didn't see Rory again for exactly one month, right to the day. Halloween passed, as did Veterans Day. It was now two days before Thanksgiving, and it was also Taylor's 29th birthday. We were going to celebrate in New York before driving down to Taylor and Rory's parents on Wednesday afternoon.

I still hadn't told my husband about what happened between his brother and me at the Halloween party. It felt like it was never the right time. I was still working a lot. The time off that I spent with Taylor, we relaxed together and watched TV. Those moments were too few and too precious to bring up anything that might spoil the moment. So I waited. I had a whole week off coming up for the holiday, and I decided to do it then.

Taylor's birthday was my first day off. I'd planned it that way because Taylor wanted a big "goodbye 20s" party. He'd booked several tables as the bar where he used to bartend and he invited all of our friends, and then some. There were quite a few people there that I didn't recognize, and I realized just how much my husband had been socializing without me lately.

It felt good to be out and about again. It was only a Tuesday, but the bar was packed. Fuck, I hadn't even realized how much I missed this place! The loud music, the drinks, the sexy guys. I took my shirt off and started dancing. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Rory as he came in, holding hands with that girl he'd met in Hawaii. (Jordan?) I wasn't certain, but it looked like she was his girlfriend by now. He and I nodded at each other; this wasn't the right place for a conversation. I saw him and Jordan join our friends Sawyer and Brock at one of the tables.

For the first time in a while, my husband and I were on the same page. We took shot after shot after shot. We had all eyes on us on the dance floor. We made out. I tucked my hand in his pants, squeezing his ass as he rubbed my bulge. It was a blast! And Taylor had plans to amp it up even more.

My husband dragged me toward the bathroom. We had to stop several times to say hi to people; everyone here seemed to know us, and especially Taylor. Finally, we got to the restroom and into one of the two stalls. The echo of the stall door slamming shut hadn't even faded before Taylor had me pushed up against one wall and shoved his tongue back in my mouth. I was drunk enough to give up control over where this was going, but not so drunk that I couldn't appreciate that feeling. Everything felt perfect.

Before I knew it, Taylor's mouth had moved from my lips to my cock. I didn't even remember him undoing my pants. I loved looking down and seeing his beautiful green eyes staring back up at me, mouth full and yet still somehow smiling. Then my wet cock was next to his face and his smile now looked more conspiratorial. He kept stroking me with one hand, while in the other he held up a small plastic baggie full of white powder, and shook it up at me tantalizingly.

"No way!" I exclaimed, laughing at the same time. "How long have you had that?" I asked him.

"About twenty minutes," Taylor replied, delicately opening the bag. "The perks of being the birthday boy at the bar where you were known for making strong drinks." I was wondering if he had anything flat to do the coke off of (hoping he wasn't planning on using the toilet seat) when I saw my husband shift his grip on my cock and start to delicately pour out a line along my shaft. I laughed again, careful not to move around too much.

Taylor looked up at me again and then snorted the line of coke off my dick. Then, he put it back in his mouth, licking the remainder off and sucking me. I was enjoying the sensation when his hand came up, passing the baggie to me.

"I want mine the same way," I told him, and we went switching positions. I ended up stepping out of my pants altogether to avoid tripping on them, and kicked them to the side as I crouched down and grabbed hold of my husband's cock. His cock cage was off for the night and his dick was rock-hard after our action on the dance floor. As I snorted my own line off him, I heard a few guys come into the bathroom, talking loudly. I swear I felt Taylor's cock swell up more in my hand when that happened. He loved getting crazy in public places like this, and I loved that about him. I felt the rush, and the sudden surge of energy and focus, and then we were making out again, even more aggressively than before.

Some time passed, maybe a few minutes or maybe more. Taylor had gone down on me again, then he'd snorted another line, and he was putting my cock back in his mouth when I heard a familiar voice from the other side of the stall door.

"Taylor? Owen? Are you guys in here?" It was Brock.

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(Part 2/2)

Taylor pushed open the door and we both watched Brock's eyes darting back and forth, trying to take it all in. I couldn't blame him. I was naked except for my shoes, Taylor was in his tight T-shirt and a black jock. I wasn't sure where his pants had gone. He continued sucking me while Brock watched us, and when our friend's face settled into a look of keen interest, Taylor quickly stood up and started kissing him. His hand stayed on my cock for a moment, but I grabbed it and moved it to Brock's crotch so I could stroke and watch them. They were getting hot and heavy fast, and it was sexy as fuck. No one had even closed the stall door, but none of us cared.

Taylor's ass looked amazing in his jock so I reached out with my free hand and began kneading one of the cheeks. My husband pushed his ass out toward me, moaning while still kissing Brock deeply. Wasting no time, I slid two fingers into my partner's hole, prompting an even louder moan. He reached down and unbuttoned Brock's pants as I kept fingering him. Taylor paused for a moment to pull his sweat-soaked shirt off, looked over his shoulder at me with a grin, and then moved backward, which ended up pushing me against the back wall. Then he bent forward and took Brock's hard cock into his mouth. My husband's satisfied moans told me all I needed to know about what he wanted. I removed my fingers from his ass and slowly replaced them with my dick, which was still slick with Taylor's saliva.

I knew Taylor was in heaven, moving himself back and forth slowly, alternatively taking both cocks balls-deep with each of his hungry holes. It had been quiet in the restroom since Brock entered, with only our sex sounds and the muffled music from the bar, but now a few guys were coming in and out again. Every dude who entered stopped to take in the whole scene for a moment before proceeding to the urinals or sinks. Some looked surprised, but tried to hide their shock. Most guys just looked amused, giving us a wink or a thumbs-up. Some of them were acquaintances who nodded "hello" to me and I returned their greeting. I could tell most people would've liked to stay and watch but they were too shy, so they only lingered for as long as it took them to wash their hands very thoroughly, being leaving.

The bathroom got quiet again. When the door opened the next time, it was Rory who entered. Almost immediately, Taylor pulled Brock out of his mouth.

"Hey, Rory," my husband said gleefully. My brother-in-law's eyebrows both went up as he saw everything that was happening. He looked at me briefly and I just smiled, thrusting deeply into his brother's ass at the same time. Rory opened his mouth and it looked like he was about to say something, then he just rolled his eyes and walked over to the urinals. Taylor got back to sucking.

After taking a piss, Rory reappeared at the sink. For some reason I was transfixed by watching him wash his hands and fix his long hair as he looked in the mirror. I was pushing my cock in and out of Taylor's ass at a steady pace, a little on drunken auto-pilot but still appreciating how good it felt. When Rory was done, he turned back toward us and I caught myself making a suggestion.

"Hey, Rory, think you can take a video of this?" I asked.

"Sure. But only 'cause it's my brother's birthday," Rory agreed, acting like it was no different than taking our picture in front of a tourist attraction. He pulled out his phone and started recording.

Being the exhibitionists that we were, the three of us got going even harder. Brock was starting to close his eyes for longer periods of time as he ran his fingers through Taylor's hair. I could see Rory moving the phone to get close-ups of various bits of the action. He knew what we'd want to see. As he pointed the lens toward his brother's jockstrapped ass, and my cock plunging in and out of it, Rory looked at me again and this time maintained the eye contact. It was intense, and I felt myself getting closer to cumming inside his brother's ass while looking at Rory's eyes. I knew Brock would be there soon too, and I wanted to try and time my load with his. I finally looked away from Rory, noticing the smile on his face as I did. I started fucking Taylor even more aggressively.

Wondering if there was anything that would faze my brother-in-law by this point, I slapped my husband's ass, deciding to get verbal since I knew Taylor would love it.

"Yeah, you slut, you like that?" I grunted loudly, moving my gaze back and forth between Taylor's face and the camera lens (thinking of how I'd be looking right at him when he watched this later). "Huh, you little whore? Getting both your holes filled right here?"

Taylor responded by moaning "mhmm" in pleasure, nodding his head on Brock's dick while Brock pulled on Taylor's chain, increasing his own pace. Rory's only response to what I was saying was a slightest twitch of his eyebrow and a crack of a smile.

I had been keeping an eye on Brock, knowing that I could get myself to cum pretty quickly whenever he was ready. When he breathlessly announced he was going to unload, I groaned in response and stopped holding back. Both Brock and I got loud as we filled Taylor's mouth and ass with cum. Rory was moving his phone, trying to capture it all. Brock was holding Taylor's head to one side to play to the camera, and a few rivulets of cum ran down my husband's chin and neck. When Rory leaned in to get a close-up of that, I could see him and Taylor looking into one another's eyes. They were both so hot, and I loved the moments like this where I could appreciate their brotherly resemblance.

In one swift move, Taylor stood upright and both our cocks slid out of him. He took a deep breath as he adjusted the waistband of his jock and shifted his own hard cock that was filling the pouch. I saw him step past an exhausted-looking Brock and pull his brother into a hug.

"Thanks, bro," he said tenderly. It was as if we were just done playing an exhausting game as a team, and we were all sweatily congratulating each other for our accomplishments and the excellent teamwork.

—​

The first thing we did after leaving the restroom was to go back to Brock's boyfriend, who was waiting for us at the table.

"Finally!" Sawyer said. "Where've you guys been? I'm dying for a smoke. Wanna come?"

"I can't," Brock replied, slumping down on the couch. He hadn't had the little pick-me-up Taylor and I had earlier and he was looking tired. "Phew. I need to catch my breath."

"I'll come," I told Sawyer.

"Me too," said my husband, and the three of us left the bar to smoke in the alley next to it. Sawyer took out a joint and lit up.

"Why are y'all so sweaty?" he asked, looking at Taylor and me. "What the hell happened in there?"

We gave him the whole sordid story.

"You fuckers!" he shouted in amusement. Here in this alley, we were a bit further from the rest of the crowd and the traffic in the street. "You could've sent for me! Assholes. You're lucky it's your birthday, otherwise I wouldn't forgive this," he smiled and said to Taylor.

"You can always watch the video my brother took," my husband replied.

The three of us smoked for a while and continued to talk. When we were done with the blunt, Sawyer said he was feeling cold and wanted to go back in. Too amped up to go in just yet, Taylor and I told him to go ahead and we'd be back in a few minutes.

As soon as Sawyer left, I gave my husband a big kiss. This is the most fun he and I had had in ages! I could taste Brock's cum on his tongue, and I sucked on it for a few minutes.

"I need to tell you something," I finally said, encouraged by all the alcohol I'd had. "Your brother and I... fucked at a party a while back. He fucked me."

Taylor took a step back. He smiled, maybe expecting to hear this was a joke. In time, the smile faded from his lips.

"What?!" he shouted, and I instantly regretted doing this here and now.

"Yeah. It just... We were at a party and one thing led to another..."

"What party?" Taylor shouted loudly, attracting the attention of people who were smoking on the sidewalk, even though they were several yards away.

"Those two guys... what're their names... from Rory's daddy classes... Gill and Deacon. Their Halloween party."

"THAT WAS A MONTH AGO!!!" Taylor was in full-on hysterics by now, possibly fueled by the coke he'd had. "YOU KEPT THIS FROM ME FOR A MONTH?!"

"Taylor, calm down–"

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!"

Suddenly, mid-thought, Taylor stopped and turned around, and started quickly walking away from me.

"Where are you going? Taylor!"

"Do not follow me!" he shouted back at me without turning around. I saw him walk past the bar and cross the street. There was a bodega there that we often went to to get some water if we wanted to cool down after too much drinking. I was hoping that was what he was about to do.

I went back inside the bar, back to the birthday party, now without a birthday boy. I tried putting my best "normal" face on, but it was more difficult than I thought. I saw Rory making out with his girlfriend, and I didn't want to interrupt and give him any bad news. Soon, people were starting to ask about Taylor, and I had no choice but to say he wasn't feeling well and that he left to go home.

"I should probably go check up on him," I said to our friends, even though I wasn't sure if Taylor was even there. "But you guys stay. Have fun!"

I dashed out of the place, and went back to the apartment as fast as possible.

"Taylor? Taylor?!" I shouted in the dark, flicking the lights on. In the silence, there seemed to be no one home.

I walked into our bedroom, and saw a note laid out on the bed. It was a large piece of paper, with just two sentences on it: "Off to my parents'. Please don't come."

Under the piece of paper, I noticed two metal objects: my husband's cock cage, and the chain he wore around his neck ever since our wedding day. He knew where I kept the key for it. And for the first time ever, he'd used it without my permission.

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Chapter 28: "Talented Bottom" (Part 1/2)
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OWEN:

Maybe a good fight is necessarily every now and then in every longterm relationship, to keep everyone on their toes. After the drama we went through a few months ago, my husband and I were both determined to make things better, even if it meant making some changes.

Tonight was Valentine's Day, and Taylor had booked a table at a very fancy and difficult-to-get-into restaurant downtown. Places like this weren't usually our style, but I have to admit it felt good to be taken out on a traditional date. Taylor insisted on paying for everything and acting like an old-fashioned gentleman for the night. He held doors open for me and made the wine selection. After all the stress that came with opening up the fitness studio, it felt wonderful to kick back for an evening and not worry about anything other than what to order for dinner.

"So I can have anything I want?" I asked my husband, going down the menu and trying not to bring up the steep prices.

"Anything you want, babe. As long as it doesn't get in the way of you bottoming a few hours from now," Taylor smirked.

"Oh. So I'm bottoming a few hours from now, am I?"

"Well, I'd at least like to keep the option open," he winked.

I smiled, and took Taylor's hand in mine. Even though the restaurant had tried to keep the Valentine's Day decorations and music tasteful, some of it was still on the kitschy side, but I kind of liked that for tonight.

"I'm enjoying this... change of dynamic between us," I admitted to my husband, squeezing his hand.

"I do too, even if I'm not certain where we're going. I have no idea where we'll be five years from now, but maybe that's a good thing. Keeps things exciting, at least sexually."

"I agree," I nodded just as the server showed up with our food. After it was all on the table, I changed the topic.

"So Rory's got Phoenix for the weekend. No date night with Jordan tonight," I said.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'm sure they'll make up for it next weekend."

"Do you think..." I paused for a second, "your brother is... bi, or something?"

"After what happened between you guys on Friday? Not necessarily."

I'd learned my lesson this time, and as soon as Taylor got off work on Friday, I'd told him about Rory and me and our 69 action. Taylor found the whole story hot, and sucked my cock just hours after his little brother had done the same thing.

"Who knows what label Rory will end up with," Taylor said, "for now, it feels like that doesn't really matter. Besides, I find it hot that the first load my brother swallowed came from my husband," Taylor winked at me, making my cock stir under the table.

KEVIN:

At midnight, with the boys still out on their Valentine's date, I decided I would just turn in. I didn't know if they'd decided to go to a bar or maybe even a nightclub after dinner, and there was no point in waiting up for them. I just hoped they didn't feel the need to keep it down when they came in so they wouldn't wake me. This was their place after all.

The couch was surprisingly comfortable, I'd found. I could understand how Taylor's brother Rory had been able to sleep well here for so many months. Usually I sprang for a hotel room when I came to visit Owen, at least ever since he and Taylor moved in together. But this trip was several weeks of helping my son finish up all the paperwork for the new gym, and he had insisted that I not spend a fortune when I could stay with them. I certainly didn't mind getting the extra time with Owen, and it had also been great to connect more with my son-in-law Taylor on his own turf. When they visited us in Minnesota, Taylor always seemed to be on his "best behavior" for the in-laws. Still genuine of course, but I could tell he was more relaxed in our interactions this past week. He walked around in his underwear, smoked weed, and told dirty jokes... not to mention sucked my son's cock right in front of me!

Seeing the two of them together filled my heart with happiness, because I could see that Owen was really – finally – creating the life he wanted. With the new business venture, it seemed like he had everything going his way. "Maybe a two-bedroom apartment should be next on the list," I thought to myself with a chuckle, as I spread out the blankets I'd been using for bedding.

I'd spoken to my wife by phone earlier in the evening, and I definitely missed being with her for our traditional Valentine's Day night out. We usually drank too much and ended up fucking our brains out when we finally stumbled back home. We'd sipped wine together as we talked tonight, but it certainly wasn't the same. She'd been up for some dirty talk, but not the full-on phone sex I'd secretly hoped for, even though I always knew that wasn't really her style.

My cock had still been hard when we'd hung up, and even as I'd watched a movie and finished off the bottle of wine, my hand kept drifting back for a tug every now and then. It had been a long trip, and without much privacy my opportunities to jerk off had been few and far between. A few times in the past, my solo trips to New York to see Owen had ended up providing me with a chance to push my sexual boundaries, including one very memorable occasion when my son's old roommate had given me an incredible blowjob while Owen pounded his ass. Moments like that were hard to forget for any man, and I still associated visiting Owen with the potential for adventure.

 

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Chapter 29: "Double Blowjob" (Part 1/2)
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RORY:

Since it was such a sunny Sunday, everyone in the Dad Squad decided to ditch our weekly class today and meet at Central Park instead. As we all got more comfortable with fatherhood, the need for Daddy & Me classes diminished, but we were all very determined to continue to meet up to touch base and organize play dates as much as possible. Most parents seem to complain about the toll parenthood takes on their social lives. Ironically, becoming a dad was the best thing that could've happened to me when it came to making friends. After knowing them for a few months, I loved everyone in the Dad Squad and I felt grateful to have guys like them in my life as my support group.

After a couple of hours at the park, Deacon and Gill were the first to leave because their twins were getting fussy. Cole and his daughter left next. I met up Girl Rory at the park and handed off Phoenix to her, and I took a short walk with my buddy Payton, whose son was strapped to his chest.

"What're you doing for the rest of the day?" Payton asked as we left the park.

"I'm meeting my brother for lunch. I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks so we're catching up."

"Aw, that's nice," Payton said, and fifteen minutes later we were in front of the restaurant, where Taylor was standing waiting for me. The three of us chatted for a while until Payton turned to leave. I saw my brother checking out Payton's ass very noticeably as he walked away.

"What is it about being a dad that makes men sexier?" Taylor asked, pretty much drooling over my friend.

"I wouldn't know – I was sexy before I had a kid as well. C'mon, let's go in, I'm starving."

At the table, our first topic of conversation was Owen, who was out with his dad getting the fitness studio ready, even on a Sunday.

"Kevin's going back to Minnesota in a couple of days, so Owen's using him for free labor as much as he can before he leaves," my brother filled me in.

"And how's Owen doing?" I asked.

"He's okay. Told me to say hi. He misses you."

I felt all warm and fuzzy inside hearing that.

"Having Kevin crash on our couch kinda reminds us of the days when we had you around," Taylor continued.

"Yeah. We had fun, didn't we?" I smiled, thinking back nostalgically.

"We're still having fun," Taylor smirked. "Remember what happened before Valentine's Day?"

"Yeah," I nodded. I knew my brother was referring to me sucking Owen's cock a couple of weeks back. Taylor and I hadn't spoken about it yet. It didn't feel like the kind of conversation to have over the phone, and this was our first time meeting in person since it happened.

"It was your first time sucking someone's dick, wasn't it?" my big brother asked.

"Yeah," I nodded again.

"Well, if you ever wanna talk about it or anything, you know you can always come to me."

"I can come to you for blowjob tips?" I joked, trying to keep things lighthearted.

"That too. I have a LOT of experience," my brother winked at me.

"But for real..." I said, trying to gather my thoughts before continuing, "I've been thinking about what happened. And it doesn't even matter to me that I sucked someone's dick, as much as the fact it was OWEN'S dick. You know what I mean?"

"I think I do, but continue," my brother left me room to speak.

"Well, if it was someone else, I don't think I would've done it. But with him... and with you... with all three of us... You know things have been lately. We've been super close since I moved to New York and... Owen's told me multiple times that I feel like a brother to him, which is so flattering, since he's wanted to have a brother his entire life. I guess what I'm tryna say is... I'm very fond of your husband, Taylor."

"Well, that's something every sibling likes to hear. We just have an interesting way of expressing it," he laughed.

"So you're not upset?"

"No, not at all. To tell you the truth it... was kind of a turn-on, hearing what happened."

Hearing my brother admit that made me blush for whatever reason, and I looked down at my plate, smiling. I wasn't sure how to respond, but thankfully Taylor asked me another question.

"Does Jordan know?"

"Yeah, I told her."

"And?"

"Well, I told her the whole thing when we were high, which may not've been the best idea, cuz she didn't believe me at first. We talked about it the next day as well and she's cool with it."

"Really?!" Taylor seemed shocked, but did his best not to show it too much.

"Yeah. I've told you, our sex life is quite... unconventional as well. She has no problems with stuff like this."

"Well, she sounds like a keeper."

"Yeah, I've been thinking the same thing. She met Phoenix's mom the other day and they really get along. Plus you know I went to college with her brother, so it feels like we have that extra connection as well. I don't know, we'll see where things go, but for now I'm quite happy."

"I'm happy for you too, little bro," Taylor moved his chair closer to mine so he could reach over and give me a hug. I smiled, feeling very content in that moment. "Why don't you bring her over for Mom's birthday next week?" Taylor suggested.

"What do you mean, 'bring her over'? Bring her over where?"

"Oh, didn't I mention? Owen and I are thinking of driving back home for Mom's birthday, just for the night. Why don't you guys come along?"

"Jordan's got midterms, so I'll be very surprised if she says yes. But I might join."

"Sure," Taylor said. "Mom will be happy to see you. And you know how she feels about Owen."

"Oh yeah, she loves him."

"Yeah, well, hopefully she doesn't end up sucking his dick next," my brother said, and I had the best laugh in a very long time, attracting half the restaurant's attention.

 

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Thank you, everyone. Glad you enjoy these stories. I've neglected putting them up on LPSG but I'll try to upload some more chapters on here.

Chapter 32: "Grand Opening, Pt. II"
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OWEN:

After years of saving money and working on the project, I was finally opening my own gym. It was happening several months later than planned, but that was mostly due to my perfectionism and a veryspecific idea of what I wanted in my head. Other than the fact that I wanted the place to be useful and practical, I also wanted it to be SEXY. The list of clients I'd accumulated before opening were like 90% gay men, and I wanted to provide a place to pump some iron and then dump a load in someone. The showers were all open-plan, and it took weeks to find the proper lighting for the sauna that gave off just the sultry vibe I was after.

After all that, it was time to open the doors! The opening party was on a Friday night, complete with a DJ and cater waiters. The gym would be open for business the following Sunday morning.

The Friday night party included about a hundred people, which I was thrilled to see! Although my parents couldn't make it from Minnesota, Taylor's parents drove up from Pennsylvania. Curious passers-by peeked in from the street and some of them even asked to sign up as members. In a way, I was proud to say "I'm sorry, the gym is invitation only for now, but you can get on the waitlist" (one of the most New York things I'd ever said in my life). Since I already had quite a few clients and space was limited, I was actually turning people away! "Holy shit, this might actually work out," I thought to myself excitedly.

Among all of the excitement, my husband and Rory still managed to distract me with their sexy stories and uncontrollable boners. In the shower-room-turned-nightclub, the two brothers got their dicks hard by talking about Rory's latest sexcapades, before retreating to their parents' hotel room for some privacy. When the two of them returned, I immediately made time from talking to some of my investors so I could go find out what happened at the hotel.

"Let me show you," Rory said and handed me his phone… [continue reading]

 

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Chapter 12: "Good-Morning Handjob" (Part 1/2)

TAYLOR:

It had been almost ten years since I'd been on spring break, and I never thought I'd be going on one ever again. Then again, I never thought I'd be throwing my younger brother a "dadchelor party" either. And I never expected everything would go the way it did in Cancún…

For a few days after we returned to New York, life was more hectic than ever. Owen and I had to catch up at work after our week off, and Rory was running around getting everything ready before the baby's due date, which was almost here.

It was over a week before I found myself home alone with some free time. I rolled up a joint and went out to the fire escape, our version of a balcony. I lit up, then pulled out my phone.

Of course, he was on top of my feed. He was by far the most popular person I followed. Or was it that the algorithm knew he was exactly who I wanted to see…?

I put down my phone for a few drags, thinking. It was easy to feel fascinated by someone like Ben. I'd just met him in Mexico, and new people often seemed fun and interesting. He and my husband went way back, so he had Owen's seal of approval. Plus, he was a literal model! He was gorgeous, loaded, and a great fuck. What's not to like?

But that wasn't it, I told myself. I'd met plenty of guys who were good looking or rich or hot, or any combination of the above. There was something else… Something about Ben that confused and intrigued me.

Once again, I went to his profile to scroll through his recent posts. I found my favorite: a pic posted the very next day after we left Cancún. Ben showing off his naked body, including recently acquired tan lines. Standing in his bathroom in his Californian mansion (which looked palatial compared to our dingy little NYC bathroom), turning his big ass to the mirror and snapping a photo of it for the whole world to see and drool over.

When Owen told me he and Ben had never hooked up, I found it extremely hard to believe. They went all the way back to when Owen was a teenager. They were both attractive. Both gay (well, I guess Ben is bi; he does have a son after all). I couldn't see how they'd managed to keep their hands off each other.

We'd made up for that pretty quickly, though. It took us mere hours in Mexico before the three of us all hooked up in the hotel pool. But that wasn't what was haunting me ever since. It was the time Ben and I had spent in bed alone, just the two of us…

I scrolled to the top of the page and, looking for a reason to DM him, I typed, "You haven't posted in over 24h. You alive?!"

I didn't have to wait long for an answer.

"Haha. Yeah, been busy. Just got to Boston, spending time with Sam."

I swallowed. My throat felt incredibly dry now after smoking the joint.

Learning that Ben was right here on the East Coast, just one state away, didn't leave me indifferent. A part of me was excited that he was so near. Another part felt… jealous. I knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of him spending time with his son. I was nothing to this man; barely an acquaintance. For all I knew, I might never see him again.

I wasn't going to let that happen.

"Why don't you come by when you're done there? ," I typed.

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Chapter 13: "Reset" (Part 1/2)

RORY:

I scrambled around Ian's room looking for my clothes, a million things running through my mind at once. What's the fastest way to get to the hospital? Do I need to pick up anything on the way? Is everything going to be alright?!

Sensing my panic, Ian got up and, naked as he was and without saying a word, put his hands on my bare shoulders. I could still see the dried cum glistening on his chest. Making eye contact from so close by and feeling his skin on mine helped calm me down immediately.

"Breathe," he said softly. "Take a second. You'll be fine, buddy. Babies aren't born in five minutes."

As he talked, his hands rubbed and squeezed my shoulders and neck, soothing my tension like a charm.

"Yeah," I said with my eyes closed. "I gotta get to the hospital. I'm sorry to leave like this, I'm –"

"Are you kidding?!" he chuckled. "You don't need to apologize for anything. And don't think for a second you're leaving here alone."

He picked up his phone, still continuing to gently rub my shoulder with his other hand.

"I just called an Uber. It'll be here in five. In the meanwhile, go take a piss. I've got a bunch of cheap toothbrushes. Come, I'll get you one real quick."

We squeezed in my buddy's small bathroom together and both took a long morning piss at the same time, side-by-side, crossing streams. We brushed our teeth and got dressed just as Ian's phone pinged to let us know the car is here.

"Do you have everything you need?" he asked before we left.

I made eye contact with him and examined his face. His smile and kind eyes reassured me. It felt good to have my best buddy by my side on my big day.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Yes, I do."


OWEN:

The elevator doors opened, and my husband and I rushed out. Looking around the hospital waiting room I felt lost, but Taylor spotted a familiar face and rushed toward him.

"Ian, right?"

"Hey," a young man even taller than me who looked vaguely familiar stood up, and gave my husband a hug as if they were old friends.

"This is my husband, Owen," Taylor introduced me to the boy. We hugged as well. Guess it's moments like this that make everyone feel like family.

"Yeah, I've seen you around the gym," Ian said.

"Yes, that's right!" I nodded. So that's where I knew him from.

Taylor and I left for the hospital as soon as we got the text from Rory. Granted, it happened just as I was balls-deep inside his brother's ass, so it took us a few minutes to reach for whatever clothes we could grab first and rush out of the apartment.

"How's Rory?!" Taylor asked, slightly panicked.

"Both Rorys are fine," Ian reassured him. "He's in the delivery room with her, but last I heard there's still a while to go. Absolutely no complications so far."

"Phew, that's good!" my husband exhaled and reached for his phone immediately. "Excuse me, I gotta go call Mom."

He walked a few feet away and I heard him talk while pacing the room. Smiling, I turned back to Ian.

"So, you and Taylor know each other?" I asked.

"No, not really, actually. We've only seen each other at the sauna at the gym, the day I met Rory."

"The sauna, ha! The best place to meet new people."

"True," Ian laughed, and sat back down on his chair. Looking down, I noticed there was a bottle of water on it.

"Where can I get one of those?" I asked. I hadn't had a chance to eat or even have a sip of water this morning.

"There's a couple of vending machines down that hallway," Ian pointed me.

"Thanks. You want anything?"

"All good, man."

I walked through the waiting room and down the hallway by myself. I didn't normally feel self-conscious about what I wore, but this was such a "family environment" that even I felt a bit awkward. The first thing I'd managed to grab off the floor this morning were my tiny gym shorts from the day before. I didn't put any underwear on and now I had to be careful; the shorts were so short that my dick might poke out.

The vending machines were pretty bleak; a few types of soda and all the water sold out. I bent down, trying to decide which kind of soda is the least of all evils, when I heard a voice behind me.

"The machines in the next hallway are better stocked. The good stuff's always gone from these."

I turned and saw a gorgeous nurse in teal scrubs. He was smiling at me, and I wondered if it might have to do with the view he was getting while I was bending down in front of him.

"Oh yeah?" I replied. "Thanks. Guess I'll trust the expert. Down this way?"

I checked out the guy's bod while talking to him. Nice arms, almost too much for the short sleeves he had on. A bit of a tattoo peeking out on the left side. Trim, but he clearly worked out. The scrubs were just tight enough to show it all off.

"Yeah," he said, noticing me eye him up and down, and clearly doing the same to me. "Come, I'll show you."

"I appreciate that," I smirked, and started to follow him. The full rear view was as nice as I'd hoped. The scrubs clung to his ass perfectly and I was enjoying watching each side flex as he walked. After a moment, I looked up and his head was turned to look back at me. Uh-oh: busted! We both smiled in mutual acknowledgment, before he turned his head back and kept walking, with just a bit more pep in his step.

About halfway down the long hallway, he slowed down and took a quick look around. For a moment I wondered if he was lost or something, but he moved toward another short hallway and motioned for me to follow him. He used his keycard to open a door, and when I saw a small utility closet on the other side, I understood what was up. I quickly slipped in behind him.

The small closet, stocked full of medical supplies, could barely fit one person, let alone two. The nurse flipped on the light and let the door close. We were now pretty much stuck face to face.

He looked right up at me and whispered, "I hope this is okay?"

I gave him a sly look and said, "I guess that depends on what you had in mind."

His gaze didn't waver as he just replied: "This."

With no inhibitions, the nurse put his right hand on my crotch and started rubbing my cock through the flimsy fabric. Looking down, the shorts really were doing a horrible job at concealing anything. I didn't get to cum this morning and I was still operating with a semi-chub.

Trying to keep the noise down, we started to kiss. A couple of minutes later, the nurse started to crouch down. His hands reached around my body and slid my shorts lower as he kept going.

"Oh fuck…" I heard him whisper, as my quickly hardening cock popped out once the waistband was low enough. It's nice to hear that reaction no matter how many times it happens. As far as reveals go, this was a great one: my cock almost hit him in the face when it popped out, and the head already had precum glistening on it.

He got to work quick. Through the door, we heard people passing in the hallway. The guy didn't waste much time teasing or stroking me. As soon as my dick was hard, he took all of it in his mouth greedily.

"Mmmm," I groaned quietly, enjoying how nice it felt. Less than an hour ago, my cock was up my husband's ass; so it was extra sensitive to the sudden warmth and wetness of this stud's mouth.

One of his hands held my dick by the shaft, while the other went to my full balls. This dude was clearly a born cocksucker — his eyes had a look of pure satisfaction that I've seen on so many guy's faces while they swallowed me, including my own husband's.

He got me to the edge fast, helped along by my horniness from the unfinished session with Taylor at home. I wondered if he could taste my man's ass on my cock. And if he even cared about that or not. Maybe it was a turn-on for him.

His face fully pressed against my body, I was getting close. I made the motions and sounds to let him know I was about to give him his prize. He responded by working me even harder, which pushed me over the edge. No stranger to quietly cumming in public places, I breathed deeply as I let go and began releasing. He let out a muffled moan and kept my cock deep inside his throat. He was one of those guys that liked it way down inside. I always appreciate that in these public situations. No cleanup necessary.

Getting a little lightheaded as my orgasm subsided, I was glad I was leaning against the shelves in this small space. I closed my eyes and savored the moment, as I felt the nurse slowly pull back. As he rose from his crouching position, he pulled my shorts up as fluidly as he'd slid them down. Once again, he and I were face to face.

"Thank you," he said. "I'm in the middle of a double shift. I needed that."

I smiled at him, and waited for him to turn around, slowly open the door, and peek out. He gave me the all clear, and we quickly left the supplies closet and headed in different directions down the hallway.

Remembering my original mission, I headed toward the vending machine he'd pointed me to. While looking at it, I heard a familiar voice on the other side of the hall.

"Excuse me, is there a bathroom around here?"

"Right over there. Next to the vending machine that man is using."

I turned around, and I saw Rory talking to the nurse that'd just sucked me off.

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