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Chapter 28: "Talented Bottom" (Part 1/2)
mybrotherandhishusband.com
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.
mybrotherandhishusband.com
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.