My Brother And His Husband

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

KEVIN:

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

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

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

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

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

 

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(Part 2/2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[dan0710]

Can’t wait for next chapter

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt all warm and fuzzy inside hearing that.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," I nodded again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So you're not upset?"

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

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

"Does Jordan know?"

"Yeah, I told her."

"And?"

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

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

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

"Well, she sounds like a keeper."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, she loves him."

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

 

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(Part 2/2)

TAYLOR:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Chapter 30: "Fraternal Cum"
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RORY:

Early that Saturday morning, I was woken up by the sound of my son crying. There was a warm, smooth body that smelled of shea butter in my arms, and she got out of bed first.

"I'll do it," Jordan said, and went to take care of Phoenix.

"You sure?" I mumbled, half-asleep.

"I'm sure. Go back to sleep."

"Thanks. I love you."

"Love you too," she planted a kiss on my lips and I drifted back to sleep with a smile on my face.

—​

An hour later, while Phoenix was asleep, Jordan and I fucked each other's brains off while trying not to make any noise. As I came inside her, I wondered what it might be like to have a baby with her, and how things would be different. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind while she showered and got ready to meet her study group.

"Have fun at your mom's party," she said. "Wish her a happy birthday from me. And say hi to your brother and his husband."

"Will do."

"And hey, whatever happens between you and your brother-in-law... Just promise you'll give me all the dirty details after."

I smiled, and replied "I promise."

After Jordan left, I paced around the apartment, contemplating the future. Ever since I'd googled "gifts for my girlfriend" before Valentine's Day, I'd been getting ads for wedding rings and articles like "Is It the Right Time to Propose?" I was starting to wonder the same thing. But there was one person I wanted to talk to about that first.

"Will! Hey!" I said, holding my phone in front of my face.

"Hey buddy. Look who else is here," Will said over FaceTime and cuddled his husband Eric. They were both lying in bed naked, possibly just having had a Saturday-morning fuck as well.

"How are you guys?" I asked my college buddies. Even though we often promised to talk more and get together when we can, life always seemed to get in the way. But there's never a right time for anything unless you make it happen. Since Will was Jordan's half-brother, I wanted to talk to him even more now that things were getting serious between us two. However, this was too important a conversation to have over FaceTime; I wanted us to do it in person.

"We should really meet up sometime soon. Maybe hit up P-town again," I suggested, thinking back on the trip we'd all taken two years ago.

"We definitely should!" Eric said enthusiastically. "Maybe not P-town, though. Winter's not over yet in Massachusetts!"

"Yeah, I'm getting sick of it at this point," Will added. "We should take a few days off and meet someplace warmer."

We chatted for a while and threw some ideas back and forth, until it was time for me to get up and start getting ready to leave the house. I told Will and Eric that I'd be in touch soon and we could decide on a location for our trip then. I took a quick shower before bringing Phoenix to his mom's place, and then taking the subway to Taylor and Owen's.

My brother and his husband had rented a car for us to drive to Mom and Dad's. We're lucky we made it alive, since my brother decided to give Owen road head while Owen was driving, which made for a nail-biting experience from the backseat (but also, a sight that'd given me a boner). At our parents' house, I was surprised to see that Mom's birthday party – which I'd expected to be a small family affair – was actually a free-for-all for the entire neighborhood. There were already a few people at my parents' house, and more kept showing up as the afternoon progressed.

I didn't have many friends in Phoenixville anymore. My friends growing up had either moved out or were too young to attend my mother's birthday. I humored some of the older neighbors, even though I found our conversations quite boring, and after a while I set out to look for Taylor and Owen and see what they're up to.

I found Taylor talking to a high-school friend of his that looked vaguely familiar.

"Rory, you remember Brandon?" my brother asked. "And this is his son, Ethan."

That's right! Brandon was as close to celebrity as our hometown got. He was the "world's youngest dad," who'd made news nationwide when he got a girl pregnant when he was only 10. Even now, it felt weird to stand here next to Brandon – who was my brother's age – shaking his son Ethan's hand, who was just a few years younger than me.

"Yeah, hi," I greeted them. "I haven't seen you in forever. What're you guys talking about?"

"Spring break," Ethan answered with a cute smile.

"Spring break?"

"Yeah, he's in college now, so you know how that goes," Ethan's handsome young dad said.

"Shut up! You're in college already?!" I asked in awe.

"Yup, freshman year," Ethan nodded. "I was gonna go to Miami with a bunch of friends but they all bailed on me. And we already put the deposit down for a house and everything. So now I'm going down with my dad and my uncle instead."

"They were just telling me about it," my brother interjected, "and I'm thinking of joining them with Owen. Our fifth anniversary's coming up, and I've been looking for someplace warm for the two of us to get away to for a few days."

"Wait, how big is this house you're renting?" I asked. "Cuz I might know a couple of guys from Boston who are interested. We were just talking about a vacation somewhere sunny."

"It's big enough for at least eight people," Ethan answered my question. "Maybe more."

I looked to my left and made eye contact with my brother, who had a mischievous grin on his face. It was time for another trip with our buddies, and we all knew what that meant. I could see the wheels turning in Taylor's mind already, just as our father came out holding a birthday cake and chants of "Happy birthday, dear Angela" started to fill the room.

—​

Later that evening, Taylor, Owen, and I all stumbled into the bedroom we always shared here at my parents' house, the bedroom Taylor and I grew up in. None of us were drunk (we had to keep it together around the parents, to some degree) but we were all a little tipsy and giggly. It was early for us to be turning in, but with the long drive followed by hours of socializing, it had been a big day.

It seemed like the bedroom door had only been shut for two seconds, and Owen was already naked and sprawled out on one of the beds. He let out a deep breath, sounding both relaxed and tired.

"Phew, such an exhausting day," my brother-in-law said, scratching his balls and tugging on his cock, which even in its soft state looked big and thick. Then again… upon closer inspection, I realized Owen wasn't fully soft. He was quickly chubbing up, growing harder with each stroke of his large hand. It seemed to attract my brother's attention as well.

"Which one of you wants to take care of this?" Owen surprised me with his question, indicating down to his dick and looking at both Taylor and me.

"Be my guest," my brother said to me, pointing to his husband's cock.

"Wh– What?" I asked, trying to wrap my mind around this.

"You already blew him once. Apparently, you did a damn good job, as well. Show me," Taylor said, with just a hint of authority in his voice.

"Aight then, I'll show ya," I said with a cocky grin, feeling my nervousness disappear. I walked up to the bed Owen was lying on, taking off my clothes in the process until I was as naked as he was. I stood over him, watching him jack that monster cock of his, which was now rock hard.

"Go for it, bro," Owen encouraged me with a captivating smile. I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth. It felt both familiar and new. Once again, I knew I couldn't be doing this with just anyone, but this was Owen. A man I loved dearly, just like I loved Taylor. As for my brother, when I turned to look at him on the other bed, he was already naked himself, stroking his dick while watching me suck his husband… [continue reading]

 

[Gan666]

Getting hotter and hotter!! The big dominant Owen is becoming a bottom bitch for the two brothers!! What a turn on!!!
Can I have some wishes for the upcoming chapters?
It would be great to see Taylor "revenge " on Owen with all those kinky tricks they used to play, but in reversed roles
It would be great to have MORE dirty talks during sex, the sexy dirty talks will make the scenes even hotter!!!

 

[Jonas Reiss]

It's so hot that I donated for your site for the third time. Owen became a slutty cock hoe is such a turn on. Wish we could see Rory gets table turned on him and losing his virginity to Owen next. Good woork, Phoenix.
!

 

[Gan666]

Flip flop is fine! But always great to be see the big alpha man Owen getting dominated by a smaller top! The dynamic creates great fantasy!!

It's so hot that I donated for your site for the third time. Owen became a slutty cock hoe is such a turn on. Wish we could see Rory gets table turned on him and losing his virginity to Owen next. Good woork, Phoenix.
!

 

[Gan666]

Anything new coming up soon?

 

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Chapter 31: "Grand Opening, Pt. I"
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STEPHEN:

When my younger son Rory first told me I was going to be a grandfather, I was equal parts thrilled and shocked. Rory had been living in New York City for less than a year and he wasn't even seeing anyone, as far as his mom and I knew. He was still crashing on his brother's couch, but apparently that didn't stop him from successfully sleeping around.

Rory and the mother of the baby – a girl named Aurora who ironically enough went by the nickname Rory as well – decided not to be a couple. Of course, as a parent, a part of me wished things had gone a different and more traditional route, but this was the way of the world today and I respected their decision. Aurora was young and healthy and the pregnancy went by as smoothly as possible. It was a flip of a coin that decided the baby boy was going to have our family name as opposed to his mother's. As for his first name, the young parents had settled on something unique: Phoenix.

I didn't get to see my grandson as often as I would've wanted since he grew up in New York and my wife and I lived in Pennsylvania, but we still made as many trips as possible. Before we knew it, a year had gone by and we were all in NYC for Phoenix's first birthday, which took place in Aurora's apartment. By this point, both parents were dating other people. My son was together with a college student named Jordan, who I was introduced to at the party for the first time; and apparently Aurora also had a girlfriend. Again, this was all a tad "unconventional" compared to what I was used to, but everyone seemed happy so I had no complaints.

Phoenix's first birthday will go down as the most memorable party I've ever been to, probably until the day I die. It played out like one of the soap operas my wife likes to watch. First, soon after the birthday candle was blown, my son went on one knee and proposed to his girlfriend Jordan. I was one of the only people in the room who wasn't shocked by this, since a couple of weeks earlier Rory had called me to have a father-son chat, where he revealed he's thinking of proposing. But then, Jordan made sure I got my fair share of surprise.

"Rory, I've been waiting a couple of weeks to tell you this since I found out," she announced, "and I can't imagine a more perfect moment than right now. I… I'm pregnant."

My wife started crying and hugging me as I stood still, trying to process the new information. Soon, congratulations were made all across the room. It was decided that the wedding would take place within a few weeks, before Jordan got to the more demanding advanced stage of her pregnancy. My elder son Taylor helped out by securing the wedding location: a small b&b on Fire Island in New York, that was entirely booked out for the wedding party. It was a medium-sized ceremony that nonetheless seemed very humble and low-key, just like Rory and Jordan wanted it.

At the time, Rory was still sharing an apartment in Brooklyn with his roommate Ian. Right after the wedding, Ian moved out and went to live with his boyfriend Cole ("Is everyone in New York gay?" I sometimes wondered) and Jordan moved in with Rory, converting Ian's old room to a baby room.

But that wasn't all there was to celebrate in New York. After a very, very long and arduous process, Taylor's husband Owen was finally opening his own gym. At the end of the summer, we were all invited to the grand opening. My wife and I made our way to New York once again, always happy to get a chance to catch up with Phoenix and our sons. Attending a party at a gym was… interesting. All of the workout equipment was there; as well as a pop-up bar, a DJ booth, and a catering crew. Even the gym's shower area looked like a little night club. I found it interesting that Owen had decided to go with gang showers without any sort of partitions for privacy. It was something that wasn't uncommon when I was younger but that you hardly ever saw anymore. As I watched my two sons and Owen drinking and dancing at the party together, I could tell there was much more to these handsome boys' lives than I was aware of.

TAYLOR:

Before my brother came to New York, I was worried he might be a cock block while crashing on our couch. Ha! I'd never been more wrong about anything ever. Since Rory came around, my life had been more exciting than ever, and that included my sex life! It was like every month there was a new trip, a new adventure. This year, we'd already gone to Miami during spring break with a bunch of our kinky buddies. Staying in a house full of mostly gay men… well, let's just say multiple loads were blown every day. That was followed by Rory's bachelor party, which included both a straight and a gay strip club. Finally, our time on Fire Island for my brother's wedding was even sexier. While everyone else enjoyed an intimate ceremony, us and our pervy friends were getting intimate in a whole different way at the b&b behind closed doors.

Even though he was now a married man, Rory wasn't weighed down by the shackles of monogamy. At the grand opening of my husband's gym, Rory had a story to share with Owen and me.

"You see my buddy Payton over there?" Rory said to my husband and me, pointing at his handsome friend Payton who was standing a few feet away, talking to his girlfriend.

"What about him?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink. We were all standing in the gym's open shower area, which was converted to a mini club for the night, complete with disco ball and strobe lights.

"Jordan and I hooked up with Payton and his girlfriend last night," Rory explained. "We just fucked side-by-side, no biggie, we'd done that before. But then… the girls wanted to see Payton and me fuck. So… I fucked Payton for the first time," my younger brother grinned.

"Holy shit!" I said, eyeing Payton who was looking at us and smiling. He could probably tell just what we were talking about.

"How did it go?" Owen wanted to know.

"Honestly… it was hot but it was a loooot of work. Payton was really tight, so it took a while to get him to loosen up. I still shot a load in him, though," my brother bragged, followed by a devilish wink.

I grabbed my crotch and tried to discreetly adjust my growing cock. Unfortunately this wasn't the kind of party where I could just whip it out and jerk off – our parents were here, as were plenty of our "vanilla" friends. Still, the image of my newlywed brother fucking one of his best buds and cumming inside of him turned me on. It didn't help that Owen had purposefully designed this room to be as sexy as possible, since he anticipated a lot of cruising happening at the gym. In two days, it would be open for business and I couldn't wait to see all the dicking that would take place here.

"Fuck. You've made me hard," I admitted to Rory, which only made him grin even more.

"Lemme see," he said… [continue reading]

 

[Gan666]

Like the role reversal chapter!!

 

[Gan666]

It would be great to see one step further: a public exhibition of the former alpha dom submitting to his former sub husband in his new gym... the grand role reversal in front of everyone including those he has topped or dominated before, now everyone can have their own revenge on this big alpha hunk...

 

[xrajx]

Woow

 

[Blue404]

Are there any new chapters of My Brother and his Husband.

 

[Bryaned61]

This is so erotic and hot. Keep writing please

 

[Di_No]

More chapters have been posted on Nifty and his own personal website.

I really liked this series, specifically the Rory/Owen dynamic.

 

[Nabil.solo]

 

[Pepijn]

Love that his stories are being told. Real good quality. He has a talent for engaging gay love passion and sex.

 

[PhoenixStories]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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