My Brother And His Husband

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Chapter 16: "The Dad Squad" (Part 1/2)

RORY:

I sat on the floor with my shoes off, my butt getting stiff after being in this position for an hour. Holding Phoenix, I looked around the circle of two dozen dads with their infants, sitting on the colorful, foam-tiled floor. It was an interesting mix of guys for sure. A few of them were even younger than me, maybe even teenagers still. Others looked to be in their 50s. There was a gay couple with their adopted twins, a boy and a girl. Some men mentioned their wives; others talked about being single and juggling dating and fatherhood.

As the only new person in this "Daddy & Me" class, I'd introduced myself and my son in the beginning. We'd then gone in a circle, clockwise starting from me, and everyone said their and their kid's name. All in all, I'd quite enjoyed the class and could certainly imagine myself returning in the future.

By the end though, I was happy to get up off my sore ass. I had my eye on the coffee station at the back of the room. I hadn't slept that well the night before (courtesy of Phoenix's crying), so I made a beeline for the paper cups before I'd even slipped my shoes on, while the rest of the "regulars" were still sitting and chatting with each other. As I was filling my cup, I heard a voice behind me.

"You're smart to be first in line... we do run out," a guy around my age said to me with a smile. I tried to remember his name, but it was impossible after being bombarded with so many new names today. Luckily, he reintroduced himself as Payton. We shook hands, and I let him get his own fix of caffeine, before we walked back to my spot so I could put my shoes on and get Phoenix into his stroller.

Payton had his son with him, currently dozing in his baby carrier. As we chatted about our kids and the class for a few minutes, many men on their way out came up to Payton to say goodbye. He seemed like an outgoing guy that could draw people in quickly. Looking at him, he didn't strike me as a regular "dad." His T-shirt was tight and showed off his impressive pecs and broad shoulders. The sleeves of tattoos on both his arms were extremely detailed and I had to stop myself from staring at them too long. He wore tight, low-rise jeans; if I didn't know better I might assume he way gay, but he'd mentioned his girlfriend while speaking earlier.

The crowd in the room was thinning out and I stuck close to Payton. We walked to his spot in the circle where he casually slipped his flip flops on and picked up the baby carrier.

"Listen, Rory, a few of us get together for coffee after class usually. You're welcome to join if you want to," he invited me.

"That would be great, thank you!"

We walked together to a hole-in-the-wall place around the corner. There were only two tables outside on the sidewalk, and sitting at one of them I recognized three men from the class. They waved at us when they saw us, smiling invitingly.

Two of the men were the gay couple in class, Gill and Deacon. They looked to be in their late 20s or early 30s. Deacon got up to pull up a chair from the neighboring table when he saw I was joining them. Both of them dressed in expensive-looking casual clothes, and their double stroller was a fancy European brand (I noticed this type of things now). Gill's ears were pierced in a few places, and he held one hand on the stroller and another on his husband's lap. Deacon's colorful shirt was unbuttoned almost all the way down to his navel, which might look ridiculous on some but he could pull it off, with his muscular, hairy chest exposed underneath.

The last man at the table was Cole, whose daughter was sleeping beside him. Cole had a similar look to Payton, with tattooed arms and a tight T-shirt. He hadn't spoken in class and he seemed quieter than the rest of the men at the table. With time, though, he'd opened up and I'd learned that he was 24, just one year older than me.

"Cole's also a single dad," Gill said, causing Cole and I to make eye contact and smile at each other in comradery. Later, Cole mentioned his "ex-partner" a couple of times, giving no indication of whether that person was a man or a woman.

"What should I get?" I said, checking out the one-page menu at the table.

"The coffee's good. Just don't get the panini, they're horrific," Payton said.

"And stay away from the quinoa bowls as well," Gill added.

"Isn't this your usual spot?" I laughed. "Why do you go here again?"

"Because it's the only place in the neighborhood with a changing station in the men's room," Cole winked at me.

"Ah, yeah. The things that matter now," I chuckled.

We all sat and talked for over two hours. I wasn't sure if that was how long the guys usually spent here, but the conversation never stopped flowing. And the best part was: we didn't even talk about our kids the whole time! Of course that was in there, but Deacon had a pretty interesting job, Gill was hilarious, and everyone wanted to hear about my trip to Hawaii. When I mentioned I'd met a girl there who now lives in New York, it was followed by a teasing "Oooh, nice!" from the group, which made me feel like I was back in high school with my buddies.

"So, how well did you get to know each other?" Payton enquired playfully.

"Let's just say we spent the night together," I answered slyly.

"Meeting girls at weddings, man, I'm telling you. That's how my girlfriend and I met, five years ago," Payton said.

"How old are you now?" I was curious.

"26. She's 30."

"A cougar, huh?" I was happy to tease along.

The conversation about weddings continued. Gill and Deacon shared that at the last wedding they'd gone to, they were both flirting with someone independently, and were later amused to find out it had been the same guy, a 19-year-old aspiring model. The night had ended with a hot ménage à trois in their hotel room. Payton said he and his girlfriend had once gone to a wedding where they barely knew anyone, and ended up having a foursome with the best man and maid of honor. We all agreed that story took the cake. It's funny: here we were drinking coffee after a Daddy & Me class; but if we had been drinking beers instead this would've felt like a typical "night out with the boys."

As we were getting ready to leave, the conversation had turned to the little ones again. All of the guys assured me that they try to make it to class every Sunday, and asked if I planned on returning.

"Yeah, I think I will, yes," I nodded, smiling. "This was really nice."

"C'mon, you have to. You're in the Dad Squad now," Payton said.

"That's what we call ourselves. I tried to veto it, but they outvoted me," Gill added.

Gill, his husband, and Cole all got up and left, but not before giving me a hug and saying how nice it was to meet me. Payton, meanwhile, was digging through his diaper bag for a book on fatherhood that he'd mentioned earlier, that he offered to lend me.

Bending down in front of me, his low-rise jeans had slid down, exposing a bit of Payton's crack, as well as several inches of the colorful underwear he had on. It reminded me of something I might see on my brother or Owen.

"There you go!" he came up with the book finally. We exchanged a hug, waved at each other's sons, and I headed out to a nearby park to meet Phoenix's mom.

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(Part 2/2)

Walking for a couple of blocks, I suddenly realized I'd been smiling the whole time. After over a year in New York, I'd really only made one close buddy here, Ian. But today, it felt so... nice. Nice to be around people you have something in common with; an almost-automatic way to make friends in a city that put you through the wringer sometimes. "The Dad Squad," I chuckled to myself.

Rory and her girlfriend Laetitia were sitting on a bench at the park. As usual, they completely ignored me while saying hello to Phoenix first.

"You look happy," Rory finally said when she looked up. "How did class go?"

"It went really well. Yes. Thanks for the recommendation. I think we'll be back."

"Good. Happy to hear that."

Laetitia had started to push the stroller away from us, and Rory and I were left alone for a second.

"Seriously, Rory," she said. "You look great! Whatever it is you're doing, keep it up."

"Thanks," I said, and gave her a tight hug before saying goodbye. Feeling too excited to go back to an empty apartment just yet, I decided to check what my brother and Owen were up to.

My brother-in-law was the first to reply in our group text, saying they were heading out to dinner in about an hour if I wanted to join them. I strolled around aimlessly for a bit, enjoying the autumn Sunday as afternoon became evening, and then headed downtown to meet Taylor and Owen.

The restaurant was nicer than I'd expected, since my brother and his husband usually preferred a more low-key vibe. Even Owen had a shirt with a collar on at this place, I noticed when I spotted them sitting at a nearby table, talking to the waiter. As I approached them I realized the waiter looked familiar. It was Sawyer, Taylor and Owen's good friend who I had fucked. Twice! That explains why they picked this place.

Sawyer gave a big smile when he saw me and reached out to squeeze my upper arm. I had a feeling he would have given me a hug but this wasn't the place for it, not while he was working.

"You okay, Rory?" he asked informally, which contrasted with the very formal suit he was wearing. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, been alright, thanks. Life's been kinda crazy lately, but I'm finally settling down," I said as I sat down at the table.

"I can imagine. It's good to see you again, Daddy," he winked at me with a smirk.

"Yup, that I am," I chuckled, blushing. "How's Brock?" I asked about Sawyer's boyfriend, and he and I talked for a couple of minutes before he took our orders and disappeared to the kitchen.

"What?!" I asked my brother when I noticed he was grinning, looking at me across the table.

"Nothing. You're just adorable, hearing you talk to Sawyer."

"Well, I know you're both used to running into guys you've fucked everywhere you go, but it's a pretty unusual occurrence for me," I replied.

Sawyer returned with an empty wine glass for me. The bottle of red wine at the table was almost empty.

"Can we have another one, please?" my brother asked. Judging by his mannerisms and how rosy he was in the face, I assumed Taylor was the one who'd drunk most of the first bottle.

Our first topic of conversation at the table was the class I attended this afternoon, as well as the guys I'd met afterward. Owen seemed very interested in it and had a lot of questions. My brother, on the other hand, seemed distracted. Every few minutes, he'd scoot even closer to Owen and kiss him on the neck or rub his chest. This wasn't anything unusual for them, so I didn't didn't put too much thought into it.

As time went by, even after we got our food, Taylor seemed unable to keep his hands to himself. He kept reaching for Owen's leg under the table, and I saw him squeeze his bulge a couple of times. While this wasn't exactly out of character for either of them, there was a different energy than usual. This place was way too formal for games like this, and even Owen himself looked a bit uncomfortable. When Taylor started rubbing his husband's cock at the table, Owen reached for Taylor's hand and removed it from between his legs. "Slow it down," I heard Owen whisper. Taylor reluctantly gave up, rolled his eyes, and reached for his glass of wine instead; and I chalked up his behavior to him being buzzed.

By the time Sawyer returned to ask us about dessert, my brother was way past "buzzed," and made a joke about needing something cream-filled a little too loudly. Owen looked at him, disapproving of his bad joke, and said we'll pass on dessert and if we could have the check instead.

With my brother being so tipsy, Owen figured they better take a cab home. I'd left my headphones in Taylor's bag on our way back from Hawaii, so I decided to horn in on their cab ride home so I could grab those before heading back to my place. Out in the street, Owen was muchmore comfortable with PDA, and he let my brother kiss and grab him all over while I hailed us a cab.

A minute later, a car pulled up in front of us and I watched my brother tumbling into the back seat, followed more gracefully by his husband. I walked around and went to sit in the front. The driver was a kind-looking man, probably in his fifties. I saw him smile a little as he looked over his shoulder at Taylor snuggling up to Owen, and then we were on our way.

Predictably, my brother started to get even more handsy as the ride went on, and I was able to see some of what they were doing in the rear-view mirror. My brother was basically accosting Owen, now that Owen wasn't putting in any resistance. I could hear them kissing loudly even over the soft music that was playing, and Taylor was already working on unbuttoning his husband's shirt so he could reach in and stroke Owen's chest. The driver, who for all I knew had been an NYC cabbie his whole life, had probably seen it all before and didn't seem affected.

"Mmm," my brother and Owen moaned as they made out in the back. From there, things escalated quickly and soon I could see my brother's fingers sliding Owen's zipper down.

"Hey," Taylor said suddenly to the driver, "you don't mind if we... you know, let loose back here?"

"You boys go right ahead," he said with a chuckle. "I appreciate you asking."

He looked over at me and we both shook our heads, as he smiled and turned his eyes back to the road. I stared out the window for a minute but then found that I couldn't help but look back in the mirror at what was going on in the back.

Owen was sitting in the center of the seat with his legs spread wide open and my brother's head bobbing up and down on his lap. Owen's hand was in Taylor's hair, pushing and pulling as he fucked his face. Whenever Taylor's head bounced up, I could see Owen's impressively thick erection sliding between my brother's lips. Meanwhile, Taylor moaned out in pleasure more and more loudly, which was no surprise coming from a dedicated cocksucker like my big brother.

Owen stretched his arm out and I saw his hand snake down the back of Taylor's tight jeans, pushing them lower and exposing the waistband of his underwear. The sight made me think back to seeing Payton's underwear earlier, when he was bending down on the sidewalk with his jeans sagging.

"Ah, fuck!" I heard my brother gasp as his head had come up for air. Taking a moment to breathe, he used his hand to keep stroking his husband's hard cock, giving me a view of the action in the mirror. I had to hand it to them: life with these two was like living in a porn movie. I smiled, and realized I was getting hard myself. I put one hand in my lap discreetly, giving my cock a few pleasurable rubs as the cab drove on.

I noticed the driver's eyes looking in the rear-view, then checking out my lap before making brief eye contact with me and smiling. I had no idea if this man was gay or straight or whatever, but what I knew was that he deserved one hell of a tip after this.

"Make sure you swallow everything when I cum," Owen instructed my brother, not even trying to keep his voice down. That was the encouragement Taylor needed to dive in face-first again, and let Owen's cock slide down his throat. Owen put his hand back on Taylor's head and pushed it down even further, making my brother gag. Next, Taylor let out a muffled but loud moan. He pulled his head up slightly and I watched with fascination as the visible part of Owen's cock pulsed rapidly. Taylor kept up his satisfied moans and I knew my brother was getting a thick load of cum ejected into his throat. Owen let out a long breath, and even though I couldn't see his face in the mirror, I was very familiar with the satisfied expression I knew he had at that moment.

Taylor kept his lips around Owen's cock for another minute, nursing on it. For the first time all night, he looked incredibly content. He sipped the cum out gently, keeping only Owen's cockhead in his mouth, sucking on it like it were a pacifier. I stared at my brother in the mirror and then he opened his eyes and looked right at me. A surge ran through me right then, and while I didn't cum, I could feel the warmth of some precum spread against my inner thigh as I gave my hard cock another squeeze. I closed my eyes and briefly slipped into that almost-sleep state that can happen when riding in a car. I realized I was tired, but that was to be expected after a day like this.

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It is really a erotic and tasty story so far, but it would make the story even hotter if you could put on a dark role play scene, in which the dom top OWEN is forced to submit to the young RORY and his buff brother TAYLOR watch the whole scene...
 

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It is really a erotic and tasty story so far, but it would make the story even hotter if you could put on a dark role play scene, in which the dom top OWEN is forced to submit to the young RORY and his buff brother TAYLOR watch the whole scene...
Yeah, I've been wanting that too.
 
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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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(Part 2/2)

TAYLOR:

Lately, my husband was taking on as many clients as he could, in an effort to prop up his savings account. He'd somehow gotten the idea that he might open his own studio some day. I tried being supportive, but what this meant was a lot less time spent together. And lately, I'd been feeling hornier than ever, so this wasn't exactly good timing for me.

Luckily, my brother was still around to hang out with, even after he moved out. Tonight, I'd come to meet him in a gallery in Chelsea, which quickly led to me getting my cock sucked in the bathroom by the person organizing the event. I'd blown my load in the cocksucker's mouth, and as soon as we went out I was introduced to his husband.

The whole scenario got me even more turned on, and in record time I was ready to go again. Unfortunately, the gallery was about to close, and the married couple was about to go home and relieve their babysitter. So I looked around the room, wondering if there was anyone else I could take home. But I didn't notice anyone other than my brother.

"You okay?" I asked Rory. "Where's your girl?"

"She left. Had a thing in the morning."

"Aww, that sucks," I said sympathetically, noticing how bummed my brother seemed. I put one hand on his shoulder and gave him a little rub. I could tell Rory was a little drunk, as was I. "This place is about to close, huh? Wanna come over to ours? We can wait for Owen and watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah. Thanks. That seems like a good idea," Rory seemed a bit cheered up.

We walked around to say goodbye to all his friends, and a short cab ride later we were back in my apartment, sitting on the same couch that he crashed on for almost a year. After a moment, we both realized that we weren't really going to be comfortable until we got out of the nice clothes we had on. I was reminded of the times when we were kids and we'd get home from some dressy event and rushed to undress as quickly as possible.

We both stripped down to our underwear and plopped back down on the couch, much happier than we'd been a few minutes before. We hadn't exchanged any words but this was one of those brotherly moments when we didn't need to. He was probably remembering the same thing I was.

I got up to make us some drinks, switching off the kitchen light when I was done so we could enjoy the light of the city coming through the windows. When I returned and handed Rory his glass, I noticed that the underwear he had on looked really familiar.

"Are those... are those mine?" I asked him, already knowing the answer. My brother got a big, drunken smile on his face.

"Yup," he replied shamelessly. "I was out of clean underwear once and grabbed these out of your drawer. I realized they looked better on me, so I never gave 'em back." He put a faux-cocky expression on his face and sipped his drink, looking right at me.

"You fucker," I replied, sitting back down and giving him a gentle shove with my shoulder, though not hard enough to make him spill his drink. "Just for that, I get to pick what we're watching."

I clicked on the TV and flipped through a bunch of channels, the light from the screen illuminating the otherwise dark living room. I eventually settled on an episode of American Ninja Warrior. Rory and I both liked this show, mostly because it was filled with fit athletic bodies wearing very little, often falling into water. We'd always joked that it would be better if they made the competitors wear only thin white fabric, so you'd get to see everything when they got wet. I kept the volume very low. We weren't watching this to hear the commentary.

As we watched the male and female contestants push themselves to the limit, we were both adjusting our cocks frequently. Rory caught me glancing over at one point as he groped himself again and made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan... (continue reading)
 

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Chapter 18: "We're Family, Bro!" (Part 1/2)

IAN:

Living together with Rory was going even more smoothly than I expected, and that made me extremely happy. After all, I took a risk when I offered to move in with him. We'd become such good buddies over the past year, but you never know: sometimes moving in with someone could upend everything.

Besides, I was in no rush to leave my previous roommates. I got along with them, and they tolerated my nudity. I didn't think of myself as "a nudist" specifically, but I was naked more often than not when at home. Luckily, this was New York. People had seen it all and heard it all.

For the most part, nudity was just comfortable for me. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a certain kick out of it as well. Yes, I knew Rory's straight, and I definitely didn't want to fuck up my friendship with him. Yet even around him, I enjoyed showing off, and I got a thrill when I'd notice him sneak a peek once in a while. We'd had a few chances to play together in the past (although, never everything too hardcore) and I cherished having those memories with the guy I considered my best buddy.

Whenever Rory had guests over though, I'd cover up to be respectful. At least when I knew that someone was there.

"Oh, shit!" I said on my way to the kitchen when I realized there was a guy sitting there. I pulled down my headphones and left them hanging around my neck. They were the only item I had on my naked body.

"Sorry. I didn't hear anyone come in," I apologized.

"No worries," the young guy who was sitting at our kitchen table smiled and got up to offer me his hand. "I assume you're Ian?"

Since he was approaching me, he didn't seem to be freaked out by my nakedness.

"Yes," I smiled back and shook his hand, feeling my balls swinging between my legs.

"I'm Cole. A friend of Rory's."

Cole's smile was captivating, and I couldn't quite tell if it was merely friendly or flirty. I was flirty with almost everyone, so maybe I was imagining it. Up until now, I'd never met another friend of Rory's and I was happy to do so (and maybe just a teensy bit jealous).

I heard the toilet flush and turned around to see Rory coming out of the bathroom, zipping up his fly.

"Oh. I see you guys've already met."

"Yup," Cole nodded.

"I was just coming to check what's in the fridge for dinner," I gave an excuse for my nudity, even though no one asked me.

"We were just gonna order some food. Wanna join us?" Rory asked me.

"Um, yeah, that sounds great," I accepted the invitation. "Lemme just go put some clothes on."

"Don't do it just for my sake," Cole added. He kept smiling, so I wasn't sure if he was joking or not.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, man. It's your place after all."

"Then how about I mix us some drinks instead?" I added, and went to the fridge.

It was a good thing that we were ordering food, because the only thing in our fridge was alcohol and soft drinks. I improvised and made us Cosmos, served in wine glasses since that's all we had.

"Cheers!" we all said, sitting on the couch in front of the TV, with Rory in the middle.

"So how do you guys know each other?" I asked.

"Cole's one of the guys from my Daddy & Me classes," my roommate answered.

"Oh really?!" I was surprised to hear that. With his arms covered in tattoos and his smoldering smile, Cole didn't look like someone's dad. Granted, what does that even mean anymore? I mean, not like Rory fit the old-fashioned stereotype.

During our conversation (both before and after the food arrived), Cole and I really hit it off. He was a native New Yorker as well, just a few months younger than me, and we seemed to have a lot in common. I made sure to drop hints that I was into guys. Irritatingly, though, Cole kept referring to his ex as "his partner" and never offered anything more than that. Honestly, my intuition told me he was probably (and regrettably) straight, but I didn't want to give up so easily.

After dinner, just as we were starting to get tipsy, Rory's phone rang.

"Hello," he answered. "No, he's not here."

While my roommate was on the phone, Cole and I kept quiet and made eye contact. I reached between my legs and "casually" adjusted my balls, watching to see if Cole's eyes moved to look. For a brief second, I could swear they did.

"No, I have no idea," Rory continued. "Is everything okay?"

Cole looked back up at me and licked his lips. Was it a coincidence, or was he reacting to my advances? I was usually into older guys, but he was so fucking hot. Besides, he was technically a daddy as well.

"Okay. Are you sure you're okay? What are you doing tonight? 'Cause I can drop by if you want me to," Rory told whoever was on the phone, and a short while later they hung up.

"That was Owen. My brother-in-law," he explained for Cole. "He was calling to check if my brother was here. To be honest, he sounds kinda... off. I think I might go to his place and check up on him."

"Oh. Okay..." Cole reacted.

"Feel free to hang out here," Rory said, to my great pleasure. I'd just made a fresh batch of drinks and I was hoping to get to spend some more time with Cole. Even if he wasn't into guys; he seemed like a cool person to hang out with.

"Sure man, if you don't mind," Cole looked from Rory to me.

"Yes, stay. We can finish up our drinks," I said and got up to give Rory a hug goodbye. "Let us know if you need anything," I told him.

"Will do," he said, patting my bare back. "You behave," he whispered in my ear, then lowered his hand and gave me a smack on the ass.

A few moments later, Rory was out the door, and Cole and I were back on the couch, sitting next to each other now. I sat down on his left, with my legs spread open.

"Cheers," he raised his glass with his right hand and proposed a toast, "to new acquaintances."

"Cheers to that," I said mischievously and took a sip.

As we drank, Cole's left hand slid toward me and ended up on the inside of my hairy thigh. He smiled at me again and this time I knew I wasn't imagining his interest.

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OWEN:

I was exhausted! I'd committed to taking every shift I can, and signing up even more clients, which meant I'd now been working for twelve days straight without a break. Thinking of the money I was making kept me motivated, but I was also thankful to finally have a day off tomorrow.

I needed to make things up to my husband. But, when I got home, Taylor wasn't there. I took all my clothes off to get comfortable, and then I reached for my phone. I tried texting him, but noticed the texts weren't being delivered. I tried calling next and sure enough: his phone was off.

My first thought was that my husband was out cruising for some dick. Had he been out all day, is that why his battery died? I pictured him on his knees in a cruisy park somewhere, letting one guy after the other come up to him and get their cocks serviced. It made my own cock stir. I was hornier than I liked to admit.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I told myself and thought I'd first check with some friends, in case Taylor was with them. Sawyer and Brock were out on a date, and they had no idea where Taylor might be. I wished them a pleasant evening and hung up, feeling envious of their date night.

Taylor and I hadn't been on a date since that time Rory joined us at Sawyer's restaurant. Come to think of it... that was also the last time my husband and I had sex. Almost three weeks now. That was eternity for us! Possibly our longest dry spell ever.

Thinking of Rory, I figured I'd call him next. He had no information on his brother's whereabouts either, but he sensed something was wrong.

"Are you sure you're okay? What are you doing tonight? 'Cause I can drop by if you want me to," he offered. I told him there was no need, but truth be told, I was kind of hoping he'd show up. Compared to the bright lights at the busy gym, this apartment felt dark and empty, and I couldn't stomach waiting for Taylor by myself tonight.

Less than half an hour later, my young brother-in-law was on my doorstep. Without saying a word, I gave him a tight hug and felt both his hands patting my back.

"Hey there. You okay, buddy?" he asked on his way in. I shut the door before any of the neighbors got a chance to see I was fully naked.

"Yeah. I'm just not used to not being able to reach Taylor."

"Do you think anything bad might've happened?"

"No, not at all. It's Saturday, he's probably been out all day and didn't get a chance to charge his phone. His battery's been shit lately."

"Well, why don't I hang out with you until he gets back?" Rory offered, and I felt like giving him another hug just for that.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked.

"I was having vodka earlier," he said. "So let's keep going with that."

"Shit, were you hanging out with anyone? Sorry, man, I really didn't want to disturb you."

"Don't be ridiculous. We're family, bro! C'mon, finish those drinks and come to the living room."

We sat down on the couch, and I started to talk. I shared how I felt like I was going through a weird time. I'd been working more than ever, and it was making me worry that I was neglecting Taylor. My husband didn't seem like himself either, lately. And it was difficult to talk about this with anyone, because most of the friends we had were mutual friends and I didn't want to put them in an awkward position.

Halfway through my monologue, we'd finished our drinks and I made us a second round. As I shared my feelings with Rory I felt naked, in more ways than one.

"Things just feel... strange right now," I concluded, closing my eyes.

"I understand," Rory said, and when he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in, I felt like he really did understand. "Sometimes things get out of balance. You just need to nudge them a little; it may not be as tough as you think. It just feels way worse than it actually is because you're on this pessimistic spiral right now. But don't worry, you'll bounce back up. I believe in you."

"Thanks," I said, cuddling up to my brother-in-law. I leaned more into him, my head on his shoulder, almost resting on his chest. His other arm came around my front and he was embracing me. With pretty much everyone, I was always the bigger guy, the big spoon, the one who did the holding. It felt good to fall into someone else a little. And with Rory especially, it felt safe.

"Thanks for coming over," I told him. "And for talking to me. How'd you get to be so wise?" I teased, but I was being honest.

"I dunno, maybe it just happens when you have a kid. I remember freaking out right before Phoenix arrived as well. And then... it's like nothing else matters anymore. You start to let all the petty shit go. And hey, I'll never forget you were there for me as well. You let me stay with you when I came to New York. You were there all the way until the day my son was born, remember?"

"Do I?!" I chuckled, thinking back of the blowjob I'd given Rory in the hospital. Somehow, it felt like that was what he was referring to. I'd felt so incredibly close to him at that moment. I felt the same way right now.

Maybe it was the drinks I'd had tonight, or all the jumble of feelings inside me, but I found myself reaching for Rory's crotch. And maybe it was all the drinks he'd had, or him remembering me on my knees that day in the hospital, but I felt a hard cock throbbing in his pants. I heard him laugh quietly as I squeezed it. Not from embarrassment or awkwardness; we'd moved past things like that. I think he was just laughing because it felt good.

I nuzzled my face into his chest a little more and began stroking him with one hand and undoing his fly with the other. When I felt his hand start rubbing my back, I knew he wasn't going to tell me to stop. My hands kept up their work as I slowly slid down onto the floor, and Rory leaned back into the couch, scooting his lower body forward. Pretty quickly, I had his erection right in front of my face. I always seemed to forget what a great cock my brother-in-law had, since it wasn't often I saw it in its fully-hard state. He was hung, and right now I wanted it all in my mouth.

I felt Rory's hands on the back of my head, and what I heard next caught me by surprise.

"Fuck, yeah," he said in a low and sexy voice. "Swallow my cock!"

I looked up and the two of us made intense eye contact as I obeyed Rory's order. I swallowed his cock and pushed further, taking him all in my throat, burying my face into his lower abdomen and inhaling his scent.

"Fuck, yeah. Take all of it," my young brother-in-law grunted, turning me on even more. I moaned, and went deeper until I felt the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. My own cock was rock-hard by now as well, but I ignored it. This was all about Rory. "Suck it!" he continued to grunt confidently.

That day at the hospital, Rory hadn't said a word the entire time while I knelt on that bathroom floor and blew him. He kept his eyes closed, and I figured maybe he was imagining a girl going down on him. Now, I could feel his gaze upon me as I choked on his dick, while his hands stroked my short hair in a way that felt both tender and dominant.

"Fuck!" he gasped as his cock slid even further down my throat. "Lick my balls!"

I pulled back and off him slowly, letting his wet cock slide out of my mouth. I moved lower and went to work on his nuts one at a time with my tongue, using one hand to tug on his scrotum while the other kept stroking him. He still had his hands on my head and I loved seeing this more aggressive side of him. He'd heard me fucking his brother countless times and he knew how aggressive I could get. Maybe I was rubbing off on him. This thought made me feel both horny and proud. I finally felt like a big brother, teaching my little bro new things.

I wasn't the only person feeling more turned on. I felt Rory's cockhead get more slippery as precum began to ooze out in greater amounts, and my hand focused on spreading that around as much as I could. That seemed to get him to the next level fast.

"Oh shit, Owen... I'm gonna cum right now!" he shouted, and I felt him reach for his cock with one hand and move my head with the other, making it clear he wanted to be back in my mouth when he unloaded. I was happy to comply. I barely had the cockhead between my lips when the first spurt shot onto my tongue. Rory's hand remained on the back of my head. I was making sure to work my tongue around the end of his dick as he continued to cum. I wanted to make him feel as good as possible. His grunts and groans of pleasure made it clear I was doing my job well.

As I felt my brother-in-law's baby-making cum gushing down my throat, I suddenly started to shoot my own load without even touching my cock. I came all over the floor, moaning as loudly as I could with Rory's cock inside my mouth.

Finally, he finished, letting out a deep breath, and I let his cock slide out of me as I swallowed all of his cum. I moved back up to the couch, into a sitting position. Rory was next to me and practically horizontal. He looked up at me with sleepy eyes and a smile.

"That was... unexpected," he chuckled. "And incredible."

"Yup," was all I could say, so I smiled instead of talking. Rory and I cuddled up again, and remained that way for the next 20 minutes, until my husband showed up with a dead phone and a surprised look on his face to catch us this way.

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Chapter 19: "Bet I Can Cum Before You Do" (Part 1/2)

TAYLOR:

Walking in on my husband and my little brother cuddled up on the sofa was... unexpected to say the least. Granted, it shouldn't have come as that much of a surprise. My husband had already told me what happened between him and Rory at the hospital on the day Rory's son was born.

At the time, hearing the story from Owen was surprising, but it got overshadowed by my nephew's birth. "I know it sounds like a huge deal, but it kinda... wasn't," Owen had told me at the time. "He had his eyes shut the entire time. I think he was thinking about a girl blowing him."

I know many people would expect me to be outraged over my husband blowing my brother. But Owen and I had already had such an outrageous sex life together, that this felt like just a drop in the bucket. I never brought it up to Rory; I didn't want to embarrass him, and he had his hands full with his newborn.

But it's funny how seeing two people cuddling could seem so much more intimate than them full-on fucking. When I walked back into the apartment that evening, I had multiple strangers' cum inside my ass. Several others had shot down my throat. It was a Saturday and my husband was working, so I'd decided to go out to a cruising spot. With it being potentially the last sunny weekend of the year the place was more popular than usual, and I'd ended up spending all day there.

Seeing Owen and Rory on the couch, my husband fully naked, my brother with his shoes off and a satisfied grin on his face, they looked... they looked cute, I had to admit. I wanted to join them but unfortunately the couch wasn't big enough for three.

"You boys alright?" I said, dumping my keys and looking around for a charger for my dead phone.

"Great. Even better now that you're here," my husband said, still wrapped around in my brother's arms. "We were worried about you for a second. How are you?"

"I'm good, just starving," I replied. "Gonna order some food. You guys hungry?"

"I ate at work, thanks," said Owen.

"No, thank you, I had dinner at home earlier," my brother replied, still cuddled up with my husband. There was a movie playing on the TV, that they seemed to half-pay attention to.

I went to the kitchen to plug in my phone, and waited for it to come on so I could order food. In the meanwhile, I could hear Rory and Owen taking to each other on the couch. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I could clearly hear their laughs and giggles between sentences. Since when did Owen giggle?

By the time I went to the living room, my brother was getting up, saying he needed to go take a piss. He left the room, and I went over to give Owen a kiss.

"Where were you, babe? Out cruising?" he said, kissing me while running his fingers through my hair.

"Aha," I admitted, noticing I wasn't the only person with an unusual taste in his mouth. "You taste like cum," I said to my husband.

"You got your little brother to thank for that," Owen said, looking me straight in the eyes, his hand still pulling my hair.

"You... you serious?"

Owen nodded, grinning.

For some fucked up reason, the thought turned me on. I gave my husband an even bigger kiss, tasting him, which is how Rory found us when he came back into the room.

"You can have your spot back," I said to him, moving away so he could get back to where he had been lying on the couch.

"You sure? You don't wanna sit there?"

"I'll take this chair by the table. Easier to eat when my food gets here."

"Alright," Rory said and lay back behind Owen, spooning him.

"So what're we watching?" I sat down and said, even though I wasn't paying much attention to the movie. I was too distracted by the view of my naked husband and my brother on the couch.

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RORY:

Since I'd joined the Dad Squad, I wanted to have all the guys over at my place some evening. With everyone's schedules, it was a nightmare to organize. Finally, as September turned into October, everyone seemed to have a Sunday night free. Or so we thought.

"Shit. Gill and Deacon's babysitter canceled last minute," I announced to everyone in the room after receiving the text. Payton was with me in my living room, opening bags of Halloween candy that stores had started selling already. Over in the kitchen area, Cole was mixing drinks with my roommate Ian (who for once, was wearing clothes).

"Aw, that's too bad. So they're not gonna make it?" Cole asked.

"Nope," I replied, as Payton came to sit next to me.

"Not to be nosy," Payton whispered to me, "but is there anything going on between those two?"

He pointed to Cole and Ian in the kitchen.

I laughed. Although not necessarily nosy, Payton seemed to know everyone's business at our Daddy & Me class.

"You know... I think there might be," I said, looking at my roommate and Cole. They did look pretty close, and I knew for a fact they'd seen each other a few times recently.

Over the past weeks, I'd learned that Cole's ex was indeed a woman and the mother to his daughter. But he clearly seemed to be into guys as well, judging by his body language when he was around Ian.

Even without Gill and Deacon there, it was a nice evening. Payton filled us in on a trip he and his girlfriend were taking later in the year. Everyone wanted to know if things had gotten more serious between Jordan and me.

"We're still seeing each other, when she's not too busy with school," I said after a few glasses of wine. "We're not official or exclusive yet, but... who knows?!"

A few glasses later, Ian and Cole seemed to come up with a plan that only included the two of them.

"If you excuse us," Ian asked, getting up while holding Cole's hand, and leading him to his bedroom.

"Of course," Payton and I replied, looking at each other and trying not to snicker out loud.

All of a sudden, as soon as it was only two of us left in the living room, it felt much quieter. Within a couple of minutes, moans and grunting started to come out of Ian's room.

"Yup. They're going at it, alright," Payton noted with a smile, and we clinked glasses to our friends getting laid in the other room.

Payton and I tried to focus on the TV as a distraction, which was really difficult, seeing as the moaning was turning into full-on shouting of "Fuck, yeah!"

"This happen often?" Payton asked with a smirk, spreading his hairy legs a bit wider next to me on the couch.

"Let's just say my roommate has a healthy sex life," I chuckled. "But I'm used to it by now. I used to live with my brother and his husband, and they were newlyweds. So you can imagine what that was like!"

"There was this every night, huh?" he pointed to Ian's room, where we could now hear my roommate shouting "Fuck me!"

"That, and worse. My brother... he's out there. He and my brother-in-law both."

"Man, that's crazy," Payton said, taking a sip of his drink.

We sat silent for a moment, as rhythmic echoes of "Ah, ah, ah!" filled the room.

"My girlfriend and I used to go at it all the time," Payton said out of nowhere. I don't know if I was imagining it, but as he spoke, I thought I noticed his hand rummage between his legs. "Before our son was born. And if we ever went a day without fucking, I'd just take care of business myself. Now, it's not so easy. We live in a studio so... I'm back to jerking off over the toilet like in high school," he laughed.

By now, Payton's hand was definitely grabbing at his crotch. Payton wore a pair of cotton shorts, and I could tell his bulge was growing. I spread my legs a bit wider in the gray sweats I was wearing.

"Ah, fuck yeah! Fuck me," Ian moaned loudly in his room.

"Uhh! Take that cock!" Cole's voice sounded, to my surprise. He was usually on the quiet side. Not when fucking, apparently.

Payton and I had both started to rub our bulges through our shorts. It hadn't been long since my brother-in-law sucked me off for the second time, on the couch in their living room. All my experiences with Owen were putting me more and more at ease when it comes to doing stuff with other guys. Since coming to New York, I realized I'd fooled around with Owen, or his friends, or Ian, who were all gay. Now, could Payton turn out to be my latest jerkoff buddy?

I lowered my sweatpants that I was freeballing in, and my semi-hard cock popped out. For a split second, I wondered how Payton might react, but it didn't take him long to pull down his shorts and his underwear, exposing a hairy, cut dick which was almost fully hard.

"Fuuuck, I haven't had a good session in a while," he said, tilting his head back and starting to stroke his cock. I could feel the pleasure he was emitting, as our two bodies gently rubbed against each other, side-by-side on the couch.

"Go for it, buddy!" I encouraged him, picking up speed and stroking my cock, which was quickly growing as hard as Payton's.

As I jerked off, I looked at my buddy's lap and at the cock he was stroking. I wasn't turned on by it necessarily, it was more like... it felt incredibly close and intimate that we were doing this together. Payton was the first person who talked to me in class. He introduced me to his friends, who were now friends of mine as well. I liked the fact that he felt comfortable enough to do this; it felt like it was strengthening the bond between us.

"Ah, that's good!" Payton moaned loudly next to me.

"Do you want some lube?" I asked, like a good host.

"Nah, thanks. I'm leaking enough precum for that."

I looked down and indeed, Payton's cock was slathered in shiny precum. I don't think I've ever seen a guy leak so much. I smiled, feeling a tad envious.

"Awww, fu-u-uck!!!" my roommate was now moaning uninterruptedly in the other room. Cole was probably fucking him like a jackhammer.

"Shit. I need a place like this where I can just come and jerk off," Payton smiled at me.

"You're welcome here anytime, bro," I smiled back, as we both started to stroke our cocks faster.

"I'm going to cum soon," Payton suddenly told me with a very intense look in his eyes. We were making eye contact and moving even closer to each other.

"Bet I can cum before you do!" I said, bringing in a dose of competitiveness to the mix.

"You're on!" he grinned and then bit his lower lip. Even though I was looking at his eyes, I could tell his arm was moving faster and faster by the second. His whole body started vibrating, as did mine, facing him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ian's moans got even louder. I'd heard him getting fucked dozens of times since moving in together, but Cole seemed to be the best partner he's had yet.

Licking my lips, Payton and I looked at each other, each of us determined to win our competition. Our friends in the other room seemed to be close to the edge, judging by their noises. I felt close to cumming as well. And then...

"FUCK!" Payton shouted louder than I'd ever heard him. All of a sudden, cum started erupting out of his dick, spraying out with amazing strength. His huge load shot out my way, landing on my sweatpants as well as my hand and my own cock.

"Fuck, man!" I moaned out as my own orgasm started, shooting my cum in my lap. It spurted up before drenching my sweats. Meanwhile, I continued stroking my cock, using Payton's cum that had landed there as lube.

"Fuck! Cum in my ass!" came from Ian's room.

"Ahhhh! Take that load. Shit!" Cole moaned.

Payton and I still stroked our cocks, finally slowing down our movements. I don't know about him, but I felt phenomenal.

Loud "AHS!" and "FUCKS!" announced that Ian and Cole were cumming as well.

"Shit, man. Sorry about your sweatpants," Payton suddenly laughed out loud.

"No worries," I chuckled. "It's not all your fault," I said, reaching for a napkin and wiping all the cum that was on my pants, which had come out of Payton as well as me. When I was done, I crinkled up the napkin into a ball and jokingly threw it in Payton's face.

"Fucker!" my buddy laughed, and leaned back on the couch to finally catch his breath.

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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.

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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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We all got settled in front of the big TV. My parents were on one couch, Owen and I on the other one, and Rory was on the floor with a big pillow. The summer evening was getting cool and we had some windows open, so I grabbed a big throw blanket for my boyfriend and I to snuggle underneath. This was a first for me: cuddling with my man on the couch while my family was around. But it felt good! The nervousness I felt this morning had faded away. "I'm sure we'll get along great" – Owen was right when he'd said that.

Pretty quickly, Owen put his big arm around me and pulled me in close, with my head resting on his collarbone and the top of his chest. This is how we sat on the couch at home and it felt nice to do it here too. His hand would move down my back every now and then to rub it, and every time he did that I'd start to get hard. I guess a few deep breaths weren't enough to fully get rid of my horniness.

I started to realize I hadn't cum since yesterday morning, and I knew I'd need a release before going to sleep tonight. I wondered how we'd manage that if we were sleeping in the room with Rory. I briefly imagined Owen fucking me in the garage or the backyard, but that only got me more excited. Luckily, the thriller we were watching was actually pretty good, and distracted me enough to help me calm down for the time being.

About halfway through the movie, Owen's hand was on my back and started to creep lower, which got my attention (as well as the attention of my cock). I felt his fingers touch the waistband of my shorts and then move past it. I figured he wanted to palm my ass cheek, which he often did at home while we watched TV, so I shifted to sit more on the other side of my body, leaning against him more. I was surprised to feel one of his fingers rubbing lightly on my hole. He made small circles slowly, which made me melt into him and sent blood rushing to my cock once again.

We were covered by the blanket and his movements were subtle, so even if someone looked over at us, no one could tell anything was going on. Just as I was wondering if he was going to be bold enough to do it, Owen slipped his finger inside me. He knew how I loved to have my hole worked over, and as one finger probed inside me I felt another continue to rub at the edge, which always sent waves of pleasure through me. I was starting to get a little warm, and Owen took advantage of that, pulling out for a moment to rub my sweaty lower back and then returning his newly-moistened fingers to my hole. This time, he pushed two in and I let out a little grunt as he did. The sound of the movie kept anyone else from hearing me, and I heard Owen make a soft sound, sort of a chuckle. He was enjoying this immensely, and I knew he'd happily be doing it without the cover of the blanket if I'd told him it was okay.

We settled into a rhythm for a while, with him slowly pushing his fingers all the way in and then almost all the way out. I was breathing heavier and loving this moment we were having. Rory had shifted position on the floor a few times, and suddenly he sat up and scooted backward, right up against the couch Owen and I were sitting on. My boyfriend had stopped moving his hand when Rory had begun to move closer, leaving his fingers pushed deep in me. My brother settled into position, sitting against the couch, right next to my legs. His head was barely more than a foot away from my ass and Owen's hand. With the blanket covering everything, Rory had no idea anything was happening, and he remained focused on the movie.

Once my brother was settled, Owen resumed his ministrations, keeping his fingers all the way inside me and focusing his effort there. I realized that my cock had begun leaking precum when Rory had moved closer, and I could feel the spreading stickiness inside the front of my shorts. I'd been rock hard for at least the last ten minutes and I knew that wasn't going to change anytime soon. Owen's fingers found my prostate and I inhaled sharply as a new level of pleasure hit me. The movie was nearing its climax and I realized that I was as well. Owen took advantage of the loud music and whispered to me softly.

"You good to go all the way?" he asked.

"Mhmm," I responded softly in affirmation. There was no way I was getting off this train. The fact that my brother was right next to us on the floor, and my parents just across the room, only made this more intense. I had stopped following the events of the movie, but the building intensity of the music matched my own feelings perfectly. Owen picked up the pace with everything he was doing: various combinations of in and out, pressure and release. It was driving me wild. I tried to keep my eyes looking at the TV even though they weren't focused on anything at all, when I really wanted to close them and let out a long moan.

I noticed Rory turn his head toward us, and I looked down at him. Had I moaned without knowing it? Could he tell what we were doing? He just smiled at me though, that smile I knew so well. He turned back to the TV a moment later, and I felt his hand move to my bare shin, touching me right below the hem of the blanket. He gave it a squeeze and then left it there. It was a completely innocent gesture, I knew he was just happy to be here with me. But feeling him touch me in that small but tender way, with everything else I was experiencing, put me over the edge.

My hole tightened around Owen's fingers and he stopped moving them and in and out, focusing on pushing that magic spot that was pulsing inside me. I started cumming inside my shorts, and it took every ounce of strength I had to keep still and stay quiet. My eyes were closed and my mind was blurred by what was happening. I was vaguely aware that my muscles were all clenched, and Rory's hand responded by gripping my shin a little tighter. After five or six spurts of cum, I started to come back down to earth and opened my eyes, still breathing heavily, and sweating profusely. Rory and my parents were still watching the screen, unaware I'd just had an insanely intense orgasm right there on the couch.

That had felt incredible. I couldn't recall if I'd ever cum solely from being fingered before this. And I certainly had never cum with my parents in the same room. I couldn't believe we'd actually done this, but I loved that it had happened. Owen slowly and tenderly withdrew his fingers from me, and pulled the back of my shorts back up. I knew my shorts were a mess and I wondered how I would navigate standing up with everyone else around. I guess I'd have to wait for them to leave the room before I did.

As the credits began to roll on the screen, my father sighed with content and turned to look at us.

"Well that was great," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, it was," Owen agreed in a friendly tone. "It was lots of fun." It was all I could do to keep from laughing.

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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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I woke up a couple of times over the course of the night. Due to the bed being smaller than what Taylor and I had at home, we were smushed in closer together. Every time I woke up I had a raging boner, and had to fight back the temptation to slide down the underwear Taylor slept in and start fucking him right there.

Finally, in the morning, I woke up with a hand stroking my boner from top to bottom. Fuck, this was the perfect way to wake up! I enjoyed the rubbing sensation all along my cock. Even with my eyes closed, I could recognize Taylor's technique.

It took me a few moments to regain consciousness. I looked around, wondering where I was, before I remembered we were in Taylor's childhood bedroom. I looked at the other bed in the room and saw that his brother was gone; there was nothing on Rory's bed except the green boxers he'd worn last night.

"Mmm," I stretched in bed and enjoyed the handjob I was getting. I drifted into a state of half-sleep, where I was only aware of the hand on my cock. After a while, Taylor seemed to stop and my eyes slowly opened. I saw him stand up and yawn, and he said "I'm gonna go downstairs for some breakfast, babe. You can sleep in if you want."

"I've got a better idea," I said, getting up, and surprising Taylor with a kiss. Unexpectedly, we both fell back onto Rory's bed. Taylor was laughing and had a big smile on his face. I'm sure he preferred this over sleeping in.

After making out for a few minutes, which got Taylor's cock as hard as mine, I pulled back from our kiss, looked him in the eye, and flipped him over. Early on, I'd learned how much he loved being handled like this and that he got off on how I could lift him up so easily. He spread his legs and I moved mine in between them, leaning forward again and putting some of my weight on his back.

Whispering into his ear, I asked a question that I knew, after last night, would get him worked up even more.

"I'm gonna fuck that perfect ass of yours right now, babe," I said softly. "Right here on your brother's bed. And he could come in here any minute. You cool with that?"

Taylor moaned a little and pushed his ass up at me more before he answered.

"He's downstairs having breakfast... He won't... Mmm... He won't be up here for a while."

Satisfied with the all-clear, I shifted my lower body into position. As I eased my cockhead up against Taylor's ass, I felt all the precum leaking out of my cock, lubing up my boyfriend's hole. Smiling, I pushed into him more forcefully than I would have otherwise, getting most of my cock in with one thrust. I knew it was a lot to take, and my cock throbbed inside him as I heard him moan more loudly than he probably meant to. His family was just downstairs, after all. But I loved the risk... and so did he.

"You little slut," I said as I slid almost all the way out of him, leaving the swollen head of my cock just barely inside his hole. "Were you planning on fucking me awake again?" A few times at home, Taylor had woken me up similarly to this morning, but instead of his hand on my cock it had been his ass sliding down onto my morning boner. Before he could answer, I shoved my cock back into him quickly, this time giving him my full length.

"Ugh!" my boyfriend moaned loudly. "Maybe..." he added playfully, squeezing his ass muscles around my cock. I started thrusting back and forth at a slow pace, and we didn't speak for a while, focusing on our mutual pleasure. After a few minutes we shifted position slightly, and rather than looking sideways I saw him shove his face right into the pillow. Rory's pillow. I reached with one hand and pushed the back of his head down gently.

"Can you smell him?" I asked softly but with a commanding tone. "Do you smell your little brother while I'm nailing you on his bed?"

Taylor replied with an affirmative moan, muffled by the pillow. I started fucking him a little harder and faster, still pushing his face down. I noticed Rory's worn boxers next to me on the bed, and some naughty inspiration hit me. Straightening up my back, I let go of Taylor's head and slid my hand down to the middle of his chest, pulling him up about a foot. His arms moved to brace himself if needed, but he relaxed and it felt hot to be holding the weight of his entire upper body for a moment. With my other hand, I grabbed Rory's boxers and tossed them onto the pillow where Taylor's face had been a moment before.

I eased him back down and moved my hand back to his head, pushing him into the pillow again, this time with his brother's dirty underwear right in his face.

"How about now?" I said, picking up the pace of my thrusting even more. Before Taylor managed to reply, I felt his cock throb from inside his ass.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned. "Yes!"

We kept going, and I eventually moved my hand from his head to better brace myself for harder fucking. He left his head pressed into Rory's boxers, however, as if I were still pushing him down. I was getting so turned on seeing how into this he was, and I wondered how much further I could push it. I grabbed his waist and pulled us back into a dog style position. He didn't resist and our rhythm immediately adjusted, but this time he was able to push his ass back onto me more. It changed how his ass slid up and down my cock and it felt amazing. I loved fucking this man so much.

I reached forward with one hand and grabbed the boxers off the pillow.

"Open your mouth," I said quickly, and I didn't have to look to know he would comply. I got the center front of the boxers placed perfectly on two extended fingers, and then I shoved the cotton-covered digits into his mouth.

"Now you can taste your brother too, boy," I said, realizing I was close to unloading. I felt Taylor's lips close around my fingers and his tongue press into the fabric. I slowly withdrew my hand, leaving the boxers stuffed into his mouth as I grabbed him at the waist again.

He was letting out low but steady moans, not holding back now that the sounds were muffled. I pulled him back into me aggressively, just as I slammed my pelvis forward again and again. I wasn't holding back either, and I could feel myself building to an intense climax. Suddenly, the sensations around my cock changed. Taylor's ass got tighter and I could feel the pressure along my entire shaft. That's all it took and I started shooting my load deep into his ass.

After the first couple spurts, I realized what I had felt. Taylor was cumming as well. My boyfriend came from getting fucked pretty often, but usually to nut right at the same time, one of us had to hold back until the other was ready. It seemed like Rory's boxers in his mouth might have sent him over the edge, a thought that made my cock pulse a little harder as the last of my load filled him up.

Finally, we both slowed down and let out a few deep breaths, and I slowly slid my cock out of him. I could see him trying to clench and hold my load in, but a drop oozed out and ran down the back of his balls, dripping onto the sheet below. Ordinarily I'd have tried to catch it with my finger, since this wasn't our bed. I probably would have fed it to Taylor who would have eagerly licked it up. But with my boyfriend's own load already soaking its way into the linens, a drop of my cum wasn't going to make things any worse.

As I climbed off the bed, I was already thinking about how we'd need to change the sheets, and I was sure Rory would notice when he came back into the room. Would he ask what had happened? Would we tell him the truth? I'd definitely let Taylor take the lead on that one, I thought with a grin. It would be fun to watch both their reactions.

But Taylor didn't seem to think any of that would be necessary. He still had Rory's boxers in his hand as he got off the bed, and he turned around and used them to wipe up his cum. Luckily, the sheets were white and so when he was done, I couldn't see any stains or dark spots. Taylor and I looked at each other and I loved the devilish grin I saw on his face. Without exchanging any words, I knew we were both thinking about how Rory would be sleeping on those sheets again tonight.

Now that I'd emptied my balls, my thoughts began to stray to the food downstairs. I sniffed like a hungry dog, detecting the faint smell of waffles which was making my stomach rumble. I got dressed, went to the bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth, and joined Rory and his parents at the breakfast table. A few minutes later, Taylor joined us, wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts and nothing else. No one reacted or said anything, so I guess they didn't mind Taylor having breakfast shirtless. Everyone asked us how we'd slept and how we felt this morning.

"Really, really good," I said with a smile, shooting my boyfriend a conspiratorial wink.

Shortly thereafter, Taylor got into an intense conversation with Rory and their dad, while I chatted with their mother. After a few minutes, I got a text on my phone and looked at it.

"I can still feel your cum inside my ass as I sit here," said the text from Taylor, and I grinned as I watched him talking to his father and brother that way.

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Chapter 22: "Angel and Devil" (Part 1/4)
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TAYLOR:

It wasn't even 10 o'clock in the morning yet, and I already had five loads up my ass. I felt the various men's cum mix inside me as I walked through Chelsea. It was an uncharacteristically sunny morning for late October, and I walked slowly, take-away coffee in hand, looking at the Halloween decorations in store windows all around me.

I'd spent the night with a random couple who lived here in the neighborhood. We'd known each other for years, yet I had trouble remembering their first names. They would text me whenever they felt like fucking a third guy, and more often than not, I'd comply. Last night my husband was working late again, and just as I was starting to go stir crazy at home, I received their sex invitation. Within minutes, I was on my way to the couple's apartment.

The fuck fest lasted longer than I'd anticipated, fueled by some party favors that they had. After they both shot their loads inside my ass, we all fell asleep on their bed, to be followed by two more loads inside me early this morning. The final, fifth load had come from a guy I made eye contact with in line at Starbucks right after leaving the couple's apartment. We got our coffees and locked ourselves in the bathroom, where he dumped a fresh load inside of me while pulling the padlocked chain around my neck.

Staring at a grinning skeleton in a shop window, I felt my phone start to vibrate. My hosts last night had been gracious enough to charge my phone for the night. Now I kind of wished they hadn't.

"Shit," I swore out loud when I saw my husband's name flash on screen. A phone call instead of a text was never a good sign.

"Good morning," I answered, trying to sound cheerful and awake.

"Hey," Owen said. His voice sounded sexiest in the morning, even deeper than usual. "You're alive."

"I am. Sorry. I hooked up with these two guys last night and ended up crashing at their place. I didn't plan on it, but it just sorta happened."

"Aha," he said, making it difficult to gauge his reaction through the phone. "And you didn't think to text?"

"I was gonna, we just got carried away."

"Are you still there?"

"No, I just left their place," I replied.

"And you STILL didn't get in touch this morning?"

"Owen, I literally just left. What do you expect me to do?"

I was getting impatient, feeling like I had to justify my behavior to my mother or something.

"What do I expect you to do?!" my husband repeated, sounding equally ticked off. "Oh, I dunno, I expect you to take the literal THREE seconds it takes to send a text when I come home and you're not here."

"Owen," I shouted, still looking at the grinning skeleton in the window, which seemed to be mocking me, "I'm on my way home right now. Let's just talk when I get there, okay?"

"I can't, I've got a morning shift today. I'm about to head to the gym."

"Okay," I said defeatedly. "I'll see you tonight, then."

"Aha, yeah, whatever. We'll see," he said and hung up the phone.

I stood on the sidewalk, surprised by this sort of catty behavior. "Fuck you!" I yelled at the skeleton (startling a woman that was passing by) and I continued walking.

A couple more blocks, and I found myself in front of an art gallery. I looked in through the window and saw a familiar face inside, setting everything up for the day. He noticed me looking, and came to unlock the door.

"Hey there, Taylor."

"Morning, Gill," I said to my brother's buddy as I walked into the gallery.

"Did you come to say hi, or are you here for another blowjob?" asked Gill, who just a few weeks ago sucked my cock at this very place. I wasn't quite sure if he was joking or not.

"I was just passing by. Unfortunately, I can't quite go for a blowjob right now."

"Oh. Why not?"

I looked behind me to make sure no one in the street was looking in, and I pulled down the front of my sweatpants to flash Gill the cock cage which I had on.

"Oh, I see. You're doing the whole Locktober thing?" he asked with a smile.

"Not necessarily," I said, pulling my sweats back up. "I wear this quite often."

"Listen, I still got ten minutes before I need to open," Gill changed the subject. "Let me grab a coffee and we can go for a walk outside."

I waited for Gill to buy his coffee, and we walked together through Chelsea. Now that the weather was colder, sunny mornings like this felt extra special.

"How's Deacon?" I asked, and we both talked about our respective husbands for a couple of minutes. Then, the conversation circled back to my cock cage.

"You know, I didn't really picture you as the type," Gill said. He didn't sound judgmental, just curious. "When I sucked your cock, you seemed pretty... assertive."

"I guess there are... different sides to me," I tried to explain it the best way I could. Frankly, I wasn't sure myself.

"It shouldn't have been a surprise," Gill continued, "what with that chain around your neck. Which is very nice, by the way."

"Thank you. Owen put it on me on our wedding day. I had a chain before this, a cheaper one, but this one's special."

By now, we were back in front of Gill's gallery.

"Listen, Deacon and I are throwing a Halloween party this weekend," he said. "Why don't you and your husband come along? Rory's gonna be there."

"Yeah, thanks," I nodded. "We might just do that."

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RORY:

After spending a few days with my son, I realized I never got the time to go costume shopping for Gill and Deacon's Halloween party. Luckily, my brother and his husband had a solution for me.

"Don't worry, we have something for you. Just come over before the party," my brother-in-law texted early that Saturday evening.

I waited a while for Phoenix's mom to come pick him up, and I headed over to Hell's Kitchen. There, Owen answered the door, wearing nothing but a tight white jockstrap and some sort of white glitter all over his muscular body.

"Rory, hey," Owen shot me a smile just as white as his underwear, and gave me a welcoming hug. When he turned around to lead me into the apartment, I gave his bare asscheek a playful smack, locker-room-style.

"You're not thinking of going like that, are you?" I laughed.

"Of course not. I got wings to go with it as well," Owen turned around to wink at me. As he walked in front of me, I saw a pink mark on his pale ass, shaped just like my hand. I rolled my eyes, unsure if he was joking or not.

Owen led me to the bedroom, where I saw my brother, lying in bed and blowing his nose.

"Oh. What's wrong with you?" I asked Taylor.

"I feel like shit," he said with a nasal voice. "I can't come tonight."

"You alright?"

"Yeah. It's just a bad cold. Started yesterday. I was hoping it'd be over by now, but no."

"Shit," I swore, feeling sorry for him.

"On the bright side," said Owen, standing next to me, "we now have a free costume."

He pointed to the edge of the bed. There, laid out neatly, was a crimson-red jockstrap, identical to the one he had on except for the color. Next to it were two sets of faux-feather wings, one red and one white, attached to a red and white leather harness respectively.

"Oh, and there's this," Owen pulled out a red headband with horns on it. "We're going as an angel and a devil."

"Yeah, I got that. Except... You plan on us wearing nothing but jocks?"

Owen just smiled at me.

"Why not? 'Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.'"

"Is that a reference I'm supposed to get?"

"It'll be fine," my brother chimed in from the bed. "Gill said there'll only be adults at the party."

It took me by surprise to hear my brother and Gill were even talking.

"C'mon, drop 'em!" Owen said. "Let's see how your costume fits you."

"Holy shit, you're serious, aren't you?" I said, but I couldn't help a grin that appeared on my face.

Owen left and reappeared with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses.

"Let's get you to loosen up first," he said, and he and I took a shot right there in the bedroom. I wasn't sure I could do this, but to be frank... I was kinda turned on by the idea. Besides, I'd have Owen by my side, and it was a couple's costume after all. I couldn't disappoint my brother-in-law.

"Oh, what the hell!" I said and started unbuckling my belt. I took off my shirt and pulled down my jeans next, getting naked in front of my brother's and Owen's watchful eyes.

"Can't I wear a pair of red briefs instead?" I tried to haggle, standing there in my boxers. I'd seen my brother's underwear collection and I knew he had briefs in every color.

"Nope, we have to match," Owen said with a devilish grin on his face. It was quite ironic that he'd be the one dressed as an angel.

I made eye contact with Owen, and then with my brother. Finally, I pulled down my underwear and left it on the floor. Even though I wasn't necessarily trying to impress anyone in the room, I still flexed my pecs a couple of times and tugged on my cock, fluffing myself up.

"Remember when we used to go trick-or-treating together?" I asked my brother.

"Oh, I remember," he smiled, as his husband handed me the red jock. I put it on, and adjusted my package. The material was quite thin, and I'd already noticed how visible Owen's bulge was. Did mine look the same? Holy shit.

"Looking great, little bro!" Owen joked and patted my chest. "We got shoes and socks to go with it as well."

He pulled out two pairs of sneakers and handed me the red ones. Luckily, my brother and I wore the same shoe size. Owen and I took another shot of tequila, and I put the socks and shoes on.

"How do I put this on?" I looked at the red leather harness, confused by all the buckles.

"Let me do that for you," my brother-in-law stepped in front of me and put the winged harness on me, buckling it in the front. I was a bit chilly nearly naked like this, but feeling Owen's touch skin-on-skin made me immediately warmer. "The wings are detachable," he said, "so you can take 'em off and leave the harness on if you get sick of 'em."

"You look amazing," my brother said, getting up from the bed, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. "Now just for a bit of makeup."

Taylor took out some makeup which I didn't even know he had (maybe he'd bought it just for Halloween) and he put some on me, mostly around my eyes. Owen already had white glitter all over his body, and my brother took out a bottle of red glitter and applied some on his hands. Then, he started rubbing it on my torso, mostly focusing on my chest, shoulders, and upper arms.

Next, Taylor went down to apply the glitter on my stomach and my thighs. I stood still, my bulge wiggling right in his face. For a second, I felt my cock briefly brush against his nose, the two separated only by the thin fabric of the jockstrap.

"Turn around," Taylor said. He did my back next, and knelt down again. I was surprised to feel him rubbing my asscheeks, but I just stood still and smiled, making eye contact with Owen, who was observing the whole scene.

"Stop flexing!" Taylor said. I hadn't even realized I'd been flexing my glutes in his face.

"Sorry," I said, as he went down my thighs and finished up with my calves.

Owen and I took a couple more shots before he ordered us a car. I put on my horned headband, and we said our goodbyes to Taylor, who looked like he was about to pass out as soon as we were out the door.

"How do I put my coat on over these wings?" I asked Owen just as we were about to leave the apartment.

"No need. The car will drop us off at the doorstep. You won't be cold, c'mon."

Feeling absolutely crazy that we were about to go out in public wearing nothing but jockstraps(!), I followed Owen closely. He looked like the kind of guy no one wanted to start a fight with so at least I knew we wouldn't get in trouble. "Only in New York, kids!" a voice echoed in my mind as we went out on the sidewalk practically naked, and I chuckled.

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