Hi Everyone, it has been a minute since I posted a story. I just wanted to warn people of my stories, for whoever read my story of Patrick and Cole.
1. Yes, my stories are very long. I like to be as detailed as I can, fleshing everything out. If you don't like that, I would suggest skipping this story. The story isn't just about sex, it has a story behind it.
2. This story came after watching Hulu's "Fire Island" and another story I read on here, that really inspired me to write another story.
3. This story is told from two perspectives, from both brothers. Each chapter is told by one of them.
4. I already wrote a whole bunch of chapters, as I been working hard on this story, adjusting it, trying to make it a really good story.
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Chapter 1: How it all Started (Anthony's Point of View)
There I was, stirring at the watermelon martini, the waiter just handed to my friend Henry. A second later, the waiter handed me my lychee martini. It was a beautiful Thursday summer evening, in Manhattan and I just finished having dinner with my besties at Elmo on 7th ave. I had the fried chicken, while Timmy, one of my best friends, had the classic meatloaf. Rodrigo, my other bestie, had the salmon, while Henry was just having a liquid dinner. We gathered tonight, to plan our 4th of July annual trip to Fire Island, coming up this weekend. This would be the first time in two years we would be going to Fire Island since the start of the pandemic lockdowns that hit the city extremely hard, back in March of 2020.
A little about myself, before I get into the story. My name is Anthony Caruso, but everyone calls me “Ant”. I am 28, gay, and born and raised in New York City, well, the South Shore section of Staten Island. I am one of seven in my family, 3 girls and 4 boys. My father, Vincenzo Caruso, aka Vinny, was born and raised in Bensonhurst Brooklyn. My lovely mother, Eleni Alexopoulos, was born and raised in Astoria Queens. My mother is a famous NYC news anchor, aka, Rosanna Scotto from Good Day New York, on Fox 5 NY archrival for another network in the city. My father comes from a long line of proud FDNY firefighters. My great grandfather, my grandfather, my father, and my 2 brothers are firefighters. It’s in our blood.
As I said before, I am one of seven in my family and the youngest. I came out at the age of 16, when my brother Tommy and my mother walked in on me blowing our next-door neighbor, hottie Chad Deluca, who was the captain of our football team at St. Joseph high school at that time. You would think, my family finding out me being gay would be a scandal, however it wasn’t. My brother Tommy, the one I am closest to, who I shared a bedroom with for years, is considered the black sheep in our family. Like I stated before, being part of the FDNY is a family tradition. Tommy, my 30-year-old brother, the star of our family growing up and the golden child of Staten Island. He was a star athlete and student, captain of our high school Football, baseball, and basketball team. Graduated in the top 3 of his graduating class and was offered multiple scholarships to schools like Duke, Boston University, and University of California, Berkeley, to name a few.
As you haven’t figured it out yet, Tommy is one of the main protagonists of our story. Tommy had it all, athletic, brains, and looks. All the boys in our family range between 6’1 to 6' 4, with the nice olive skin of being of Sicilian and Greek descent. Tommy was the tallest of all of us, at 6’4 and extremely good looking. However, once the golden child, things would take a turn, where he ends becoming the black sheep of our family. It all started his freshman year at BU, where he would meet Claire Friedman. A one-night stand and 9 months later, little TJ was born. This would lead to both Tommy and Claire dropping out of BU and heading to Long Island, where Claire was from. The betrayal would come after, as a rift would come between my father and brothers and him. Tommy should have joined the FDNY, like everyone else in our family. Heck, even though I am a senior software engineer manager for Warby Parker, I still work part time for the FDNY EMT team on the weekends. However, Claire had power over him, resulting in him becoming a cop on Long Island. This became such a scandal, not only in my family, but the neighborhood and Staten Island in general.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago, when Tommy walked in on Claire, the mother of his now 3 sons, getting railed in the kitchen by the hot, tall, and hung Puerto Rican UPS guy. Come to find out, Claire and Luis, the young 23-year-old driver, have been having an affair for a while, since the start of the lockdowns. Tommy tried to make it work, however, it was revealed that Claire ended up getting pregnant by the affair. So here we are now, me having dinner with my friends, when Tommy calls me, stating he has arrived at Penn Station.
“Hey guys, we will have to put this on hold until tomorrow. Tommy just arrived at Penn Station, and he is going to crash at my place for a while.” I said, while dropping money on the table.
My thirsty friends all perked up when I brought up my brother’s name. Like I said, even at 30 years old, he was still extremely good looking, the dimples would drive my friends crazy, when he smiled. As Rodrigo, Timmy, and many others have said, “my brother oozes sex”. The thing about Tommy, ever since he discovered I was gay at 16, he has been a major supporter of the LGBT community. While I am very close with my family and my siblings, my relationship with Tommy was on another level. We always had each other’s back. I remember, when same-sex marriage became legally recognized in New York on July 24, 2011, Tommy was with me and my friends, celebrating at Stone Wall. Same thing as well in 2019, when we celebrated the 50th anniversary of the StoneWall Riots, he was there, with his cop friends from Long Island to celebrate.
As I got off the 34th street subway station, I saw my brother across the street, waiting for me under the famous Madison Square Garden sign. However, the usually happy, chipper, life of the party person I knew, wasn’t. He looked deflated, sad, and lost. We hugged one another and got into an Uber to head to my apartment in Long Island City. Once home, Tommy went to go take a shower, as I was preparing the guest bedroom for him. Once he got out of the bathroom, in his pj pants and tank top, he sat next to me on the bed. He lowered his head to my shoulder and started to cry. My brother has been defeated.
After a few minutes, he looked up and saw my suitcase on the side and asked me if I was going somewhere. I told him I was planning on going to Fire Island for the 4th with the guys, but I could cancel if he wanted me to stay. He said no, he would just stay at my apartment and be depressed. I went into the kitchen and on our 4th of July group chat, I told my friends, I probably wasn’t going to go because of Tommy. Timmy and Rodrigo chimed in right away and told me to bring him. I knew those thirsty queens would want him around, they have been wanting to ride his dick, since the day they met him. However, it was Henry, who’s house we will be staying at, texted me on the side, and told me to bring him along.
I went back into the bedroom and asked Tommy if he wanted to go to Fire Island, to get away from everything and have fun with us. He was very hesitant at first, since it would be him, surrounded by a bunch of horny gay men. However, after thinking about it, he agreed and I informed the group, Tommy would be coming with us. Lord, I hope everything goes well.
1. Yes, my stories are very long. I like to be as detailed as I can, fleshing everything out. If you don't like that, I would suggest skipping this story. The story isn't just about sex, it has a story behind it.
2. This story came after watching Hulu's "Fire Island" and another story I read on here, that really inspired me to write another story.
3. This story is told from two perspectives, from both brothers. Each chapter is told by one of them.
4. I already wrote a whole bunch of chapters, as I been working hard on this story, adjusting it, trying to make it a really good story.
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My Straight Brothers Week at Fire Island.
Chapter 1: How it all Started (Anthony's Point of View)
There I was, stirring at the watermelon martini, the waiter just handed to my friend Henry. A second later, the waiter handed me my lychee martini. It was a beautiful Thursday summer evening, in Manhattan and I just finished having dinner with my besties at Elmo on 7th ave. I had the fried chicken, while Timmy, one of my best friends, had the classic meatloaf. Rodrigo, my other bestie, had the salmon, while Henry was just having a liquid dinner. We gathered tonight, to plan our 4th of July annual trip to Fire Island, coming up this weekend. This would be the first time in two years we would be going to Fire Island since the start of the pandemic lockdowns that hit the city extremely hard, back in March of 2020.
A little about myself, before I get into the story. My name is Anthony Caruso, but everyone calls me “Ant”. I am 28, gay, and born and raised in New York City, well, the South Shore section of Staten Island. I am one of seven in my family, 3 girls and 4 boys. My father, Vincenzo Caruso, aka Vinny, was born and raised in Bensonhurst Brooklyn. My lovely mother, Eleni Alexopoulos, was born and raised in Astoria Queens. My mother is a famous NYC news anchor, aka, Rosanna Scotto from Good Day New York, on Fox 5 NY archrival for another network in the city. My father comes from a long line of proud FDNY firefighters. My great grandfather, my grandfather, my father, and my 2 brothers are firefighters. It’s in our blood.
As I said before, I am one of seven in my family and the youngest. I came out at the age of 16, when my brother Tommy and my mother walked in on me blowing our next-door neighbor, hottie Chad Deluca, who was the captain of our football team at St. Joseph high school at that time. You would think, my family finding out me being gay would be a scandal, however it wasn’t. My brother Tommy, the one I am closest to, who I shared a bedroom with for years, is considered the black sheep in our family. Like I stated before, being part of the FDNY is a family tradition. Tommy, my 30-year-old brother, the star of our family growing up and the golden child of Staten Island. He was a star athlete and student, captain of our high school Football, baseball, and basketball team. Graduated in the top 3 of his graduating class and was offered multiple scholarships to schools like Duke, Boston University, and University of California, Berkeley, to name a few.
As you haven’t figured it out yet, Tommy is one of the main protagonists of our story. Tommy had it all, athletic, brains, and looks. All the boys in our family range between 6’1 to 6' 4, with the nice olive skin of being of Sicilian and Greek descent. Tommy was the tallest of all of us, at 6’4 and extremely good looking. However, once the golden child, things would take a turn, where he ends becoming the black sheep of our family. It all started his freshman year at BU, where he would meet Claire Friedman. A one-night stand and 9 months later, little TJ was born. This would lead to both Tommy and Claire dropping out of BU and heading to Long Island, where Claire was from. The betrayal would come after, as a rift would come between my father and brothers and him. Tommy should have joined the FDNY, like everyone else in our family. Heck, even though I am a senior software engineer manager for Warby Parker, I still work part time for the FDNY EMT team on the weekends. However, Claire had power over him, resulting in him becoming a cop on Long Island. This became such a scandal, not only in my family, but the neighborhood and Staten Island in general.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago, when Tommy walked in on Claire, the mother of his now 3 sons, getting railed in the kitchen by the hot, tall, and hung Puerto Rican UPS guy. Come to find out, Claire and Luis, the young 23-year-old driver, have been having an affair for a while, since the start of the lockdowns. Tommy tried to make it work, however, it was revealed that Claire ended up getting pregnant by the affair. So here we are now, me having dinner with my friends, when Tommy calls me, stating he has arrived at Penn Station.
“Hey guys, we will have to put this on hold until tomorrow. Tommy just arrived at Penn Station, and he is going to crash at my place for a while.” I said, while dropping money on the table.
My thirsty friends all perked up when I brought up my brother’s name. Like I said, even at 30 years old, he was still extremely good looking, the dimples would drive my friends crazy, when he smiled. As Rodrigo, Timmy, and many others have said, “my brother oozes sex”. The thing about Tommy, ever since he discovered I was gay at 16, he has been a major supporter of the LGBT community. While I am very close with my family and my siblings, my relationship with Tommy was on another level. We always had each other’s back. I remember, when same-sex marriage became legally recognized in New York on July 24, 2011, Tommy was with me and my friends, celebrating at Stone Wall. Same thing as well in 2019, when we celebrated the 50th anniversary of the StoneWall Riots, he was there, with his cop friends from Long Island to celebrate.
As I got off the 34th street subway station, I saw my brother across the street, waiting for me under the famous Madison Square Garden sign. However, the usually happy, chipper, life of the party person I knew, wasn’t. He looked deflated, sad, and lost. We hugged one another and got into an Uber to head to my apartment in Long Island City. Once home, Tommy went to go take a shower, as I was preparing the guest bedroom for him. Once he got out of the bathroom, in his pj pants and tank top, he sat next to me on the bed. He lowered his head to my shoulder and started to cry. My brother has been defeated.
After a few minutes, he looked up and saw my suitcase on the side and asked me if I was going somewhere. I told him I was planning on going to Fire Island for the 4th with the guys, but I could cancel if he wanted me to stay. He said no, he would just stay at my apartment and be depressed. I went into the kitchen and on our 4th of July group chat, I told my friends, I probably wasn’t going to go because of Tommy. Timmy and Rodrigo chimed in right away and told me to bring him. I knew those thirsty queens would want him around, they have been wanting to ride his dick, since the day they met him. However, it was Henry, who’s house we will be staying at, texted me on the side, and told me to bring him along.
I went back into the bedroom and asked Tommy if he wanted to go to Fire Island, to get away from everything and have fun with us. He was very hesitant at first, since it would be him, surrounded by a bunch of horny gay men. However, after thinking about it, he agreed and I informed the group, Tommy would be coming with us. Lord, I hope everything goes well.
