My Brother and His Husband 4
Chapter 4: "New Best Buddy"
RORY:
The first week of living with my brother Taylor and his husband Owen went
by really quickly. It turned out all the things I was worried about before
moving in with them (how we can share an apartment so small, would I be in
the way, would everyone be comfortable) were no big deal. Instead, I was
busy with the small things: where to get the best coffee in the
neighborhood, what's the best commute to work, how to get into a gym
routine I can stick to. And then there was one big thing: how to make
friends after college.
As for Taylor and Owen, we were cool. Yes, I saw them naked around the
apartment but that was no big deal, especially in summer; and yes, I heard
them fucking every single night but that's to be expected of two newlywed
guys their age. However, hearing them reminded me of how much more fun it
is to have sex with a partner rather than just jerk off, and it made me
wish I had someone as well.
The Sunday before my first day at work, I woke up to Taylor and Owen
already in the kitchen. Owen was sitting at the table in his underwear,
drinking coffee and having his protein-rich breakfast. My brother was in a
jockstrap, kneeling on the floor next to him.
It took me a bit by surprise to see him this way, but I didn't say anything
but "Good morning."
"Good morning," Owen said back casually, scratching my brother's chin like
he was a good puppy dog. "How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty good, thanks. Just gotta make sure I have everything I need before
tomorrow."
After this, we started talking about work. Meanwhile, I helped myself to a
cup of coffee, while Owen snapped his fingers and my brother bent down on
his elbows, with his ass facing his husband. As he chatted with me, Owen
held his coffee mug with his left hand, and started nonchalantly fingering
Taylor's hole with his right.
I stood there, hiding my grin behind my cup as I sipped my coffee.
"So what're your plans for the day?" my brother asked me while two, then
three of his husband's fingers went inside his hole.
"I'm hanging out with a new friend. You know him, actually. Remember the
guy from the sauna, when we went to the gym the other day?"
"Oh," Taylor said and turned to look as me. We made eye contact, as Owen's
fourth finger went inside Taylor, making him squirm for a second.
"His name's Ian," I continued talking about my new buddy. "We exchanged
numbers when we got out of the sauna and we've been texting ever since.
He's cool. He's 21 as well, and he's lived in the city his whole life.
Thought it'd be cool to have a local guide."
"Definitely. You guys should go... ahh... have fun." As my brother said
that, Owen's hand turned and went deeper inside his hole. I saw both
pleasure and pain on Taylor's face at that moment, but a second later the
pain seemed to be gone and he looked to be in heaven.
"Anyway, I gotta run," I said, finishing the last of my coffee. "I'm gonna
grab a shower and then I'm off to Ian's. See you guys tonight!"
When I came out of the bathroom, on my way out, I saw Owen still sitting at
the table and my brother still on his knees. This time he was turned facing
his husband, sucking his dick at the table.
--
"Hey! Welcome!" Ian said when he answered the door, a huge smile on his
face.
He was naked head-to-toe. We gave each other a friendly hug and a pat on
the back as I walked into his apartment.
"Hey. Your roommates gone?"
I knew from all the texting back and forth that Ian lived with two
roommates.
"No, they're in their rooms. C'mon, I'll show you mine."
He led me down the hallway to his room, ducking in every doorway so not to
hit his head.
His room was small and cramped, even though there wasn't much there other
than a bed and a desk with a chair. He sat on his bed and I took the chair
and sat across from him.
"Sorry, there's no living room," he said, "so we either gotta sit here or
the kitchen."
"That's okay. I'm currently crashing on my brother's sofa bed, so I know
how it is."
"City living, eh?" he smiled. (Damn, his eyes were gorgeous.) "Would you
like something to drink?"
"Sure. It's Sunday, so I guess it's not too early to have a beer."
"Um," he said with some hesitation, "I don't drink so we don't really keep
alcohol in the house. But if you want I can run downstairs and get you
some?"
"No no no, that's fine. Water's fine."
I watched Ian's back (and his bubble butt) as he walked out of the room.
When he walked back holding two glasses of water, his dick with its big
mushroom head flopped around. He closed the door behind him and sat back
down on the bed.
"So your roommates don't mind you walking around naked?" I asked the
obvious question, just because I didn't want to sit in silence and nudity
seemed to be the easiest thing to talk about.
"Nah, they're cool with it. Besides, shared space, you know what it's like."
"I do. I lived in a dorm up until a few weeks ago and there was no hiding
anything."
"I never went to college, so I never got to live in a dorm. Must be fun."
"It is. It's got its downsides, of course, but I found it *incredibly* easy
to make friends and be social there. I gotta say, I feel a bit clueless
now, 'in the real world.'"
This was more personal than I would normally get with a person I hardly
knew, but something about Ian made me feel safe to open up to him. Besides,
as sad as it might sound, after saying goodbye to my boys from college who
were like brothers to me, I was desperate for a new best buddy.
"Yeah, it can be tough," Ian said, "especially if you're new somewhere. But
don't worry, you'll meet people soon enough."
Before long, the conversation had turned to my brother. Ian assumed he was
my boyfriend when he saw us at the sauna together, but I'd corrected him
over text that Taylor was my brother.
"I've seen him around the gym," Ian said. "He's hard to miss in the locker
room with his... accessories."
"Oh, his cock cage?" I laughed.
"Yeah. Wasn't sure if you knew so didn't wanna mention it."
"I know. My brother and I are pretty close, always have been. And he and
his husband seem to be in an... interesting relationship."
"Like a Dom/sub thing?" Ian asked casually.
"To be honest I don't know what that is."
"Like his husband's the more dominant one, and your brother's submissive.
Gets off on being told what to do." Ian sounded like he'd taken a class in
this.
"I don't know how to feel about that," I admitted.
"It sounds weird if you've never been exposed to it, but it's perfectly
fine if it's consensual, it's very common. Especially with us gay men, I
think."
"So is that... something you've done as well?" I asked, hopeful I wasn't
prying too much.
"Not really in that way. But like, I get a kick out of this," he said,
pointing between us two.
"What?"
"Like, the clothed male naked male dynamic. I like that you're sitting
there with all your clothes on and I'm here fully naked."
"Like it as in it's turning you on?" I asked. Then, I instinctively looked
down at his dick, which was now getting hard.
"Yes, in a way. But I also like that we can sit and talk and it doesn't
have to be sexual. It's like two buddies."
I smiled when I heard that word. A few minutes later, I moved to sit next
to him on the bed. Ian quickly got fully hard and remained that way most of
the time, but ignored it as if it was no big deal.
We talked that way for about half an hour, until we decided to go down and
grab something for lunch.
"Hey buddy, can I ask you something before we go?" he said, and I had a
feeling where this was going.
"Yes," I answered.
"Can I jerk off before we go eat?" he said, leaning back on his bed. "I
just really need to cum."
"That's okay," I smiled.
I watched Ian lean all the way back, as I sat on the foot of his bed. He
put his left hand under his head, and used his right hand to start stroking
his cock.
"You can rub one off as well if you want," he offered.
"No, that's fine," I said. By this point I was starting to get hard in my
jeans as well, but for some reason I didn't want to whip it out.
Instead, I watched Ian as he jerked himself off, starting slow then going
faster, starting to moan, and occasionally using his free hand to pinch his
nips or tug on his balls. The light coming in from the window shined
directly on him.
"Fuck, I like that," he said, pulling on his balls.
He shuffled his arms a few times, trying to jerk off while tugging on his
ballsack. He seemed to be close to cumming, but he just couldn't get
comfortable.
Then, out of nowhere, I felt the urge to help him out. I reached for his
sack and pulled it. It instantly made his eyes roll to the back of the head.
"Fuuuuck, yeah," he screamed out, stroking his dick with both hands now, as
I pulled on his balls. "Oh buddy, that feels so good! Thank you."
I smiled and kept pulling. Less than a minute later, Ian started shooting
his load all over his stomach, his hands, and my arm. I felt the warm cum
hit my skin, but I never let go.
"Ahhh," he leaned forward, trying to catch his breath. Next thing, he was
sitting down and we were face-to-face. He moved closer to me until we were
nose-to-nose. I felt his breath and saw the sweat dripping down his face.
My hand was still clutching his nuts.
"Thank you, buddy," he exhaled softly. "That felt so good. Thanks."
I looked him in the eyes, the smell of his sweat taking me back to the
sauna where we met. Then, he leaned forward and gave me a kiss. His balls
were still in my hand, but instead of squeezing them I'd inadvertently
started to stroke them.
He kissed me for bout 15 seconds, slowly but passionately, our tongues
going in and out of each other's mouths. When he broke free, Ian smiled at
me.
"Let's go get something to eat," he said.
OWEN:
"See, it's no big deal. Your little brother's okay with everything."
I was sitting at the kitchen table after breakfast, talking to my husband
while getting my dick sucked by him.
"I know!" he said, taking my dick out his mouth to reply. He continued to
stroke me while he talked, kneeling on the floor. "I knew he'd be cool, he
always has been, but even I'm surprised how much."
"Well you've always been close, haven't you?" I asked (even though I
already knew the answer), putting my thumb on Taylor's lip to wipe some of
my precum off it.
"Yeah, especially as k**s, growing up and sharing a room and everything."
"Tell me about the time you taught him how to jerk off."
As I said that, I got up and motioned for Taylor to get up as well. I
picked him up, his arms around me and his legs straddling me, so my hard
dick was in between his asscheeks as I walked us to the living room, while
Taylor talked.
"Well Rory was about 9 or so, must've been cuz I was already in high
school. He started getting erections all the time. I noticed when he would
change, or if he was in his underwear, he was hard the entire time. So I
asked him, 'Rory, do you know what jerking off is?' and he said no. So I
taught him."
"Did you show him?" I asked (even though I knew the answer as well).
"No. But I did explain it in lots of detail. Told him what an erection is
and how to stroke his dick. And that eventually he'll start shooting cum."
"Fuck," I said and plopped him on the sofa bed in the living room. Rory
hadn't made it this morning, so his sheets and the underwear he slept in
were still on it. "I'm gonna fuck you right here," I growled.
"Yeah? On my brother's bed?"
"On your brother's fucking bed."
RORY:
I spent the entire day with Ian. After grabbing a quick lunch, we walked
around his neighborhood. A buddy of his worked as an usher at a movie
theater, and let us sneak in to go see a movie. After that, Rory took me to
an all-you-can-eat buffet he liked, where we both gorged until we couldn't
move.
By the time I got home, it was time to go to sleep if I was gonna get up on
time for work tomorrow.
Back at the apartment, the first thing I noticed was how messy and sweaty
my sheets looked. Second thing, I noticed my brother and his husband were
in their room fucking. The thing was, I had to get my stuff ready for
tomorrow and my clothes were in their room.
"Ah, fuck! Fuck," I heard my brother's voice from inside the bedroom as I
stood on the other side of the door and knocked.
"Yes?" Owen's voice bellowed from inside.
I opened the door.
"Sorry, I just need to get my clothes for tomorrow, so I don't wake you up
in the morning," I said.
"Go ahead," Owen said with a smirk.
Sure enough, I was right and the two were in the middle of sex. Taylor was
lying on his back on the bed, his feet up on his husband's chest, as Owen's
muscular body pounded him from up top.
"While you're here," Owen said, "can you hand me the key that's in my jean
pocket?"
"Sure," I said, and reached for the jeans he was pointing at, on top of a
messy pile on the floor. With the door and windows closed, the room reeked
of sex.
I took out the tiny little key that was in the pocket, and walked to the
bed to hand it to Owen. As I did, I briefly made eye contact with each of
them.
"Thanks," Owen said and quickly used the key to unlock the cage that was on
my brother's dick. Taylor's dick sprung out like a jack-in-the-box. Owen
thrust deeper inside him, and in a mere second my brother's dick seemed to
go fully hard, as if in fast motion.
I turned away and walked to the closet to get my clothes. As I looked for
what I needed, I heard my brother scream out.
"Ah, fuck. Fuck yes! Fuck yeah!!!" he shouted, unable to control himself
now that his dick was free.
"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah," he continued on loop. The sound of
Owen's balls slapping my brother's ass was clearly distinguishable. The
thrusting, the pounding, the moaning, all got faster and louder.
"Ahhhh, fuck!! Fuck yes, Daddy! FUUUCK!" I heard my brother yell out at the
top of his lungs. He'd cum, just a couple of feet from me.
I turned around without even planning to, drawn by the orgasmic noise. I
saw Taylor breathe deeply, probably still feeling the aftereffects of his
orgasm. He was clutching his husband's back, whose dick was still inside
him. Owen looked up and saw me looking, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Then he winked at me.
"Fuuuck," he said, and his eyes started rolling.
I stood there holding my clothes for work, and watched him shoot his load
inside my brother's ass.
- - -
RORY:
The first week of living with my brother Taylor and his husband Owen went
by really quickly. It turned out all the things I was worried about before
moving in with them (how we can share an apartment so small, would I be in
the way, would everyone be comfortable) were no big deal. Instead, I was
busy with the small things: where to get the best coffee in the
neighborhood, what's the best commute to work, how to get into a gym
routine I can stick to. And then there was one big thing: how to make
friends after college.
As for Taylor and Owen, we were cool. Yes, I saw them naked around the
apartment but that was no big deal, especially in summer; and yes, I heard
them fucking every single night but that's to be expected of two newlywed
guys their age. However, hearing them reminded me of how much more fun it
is to have sex with a partner rather than just jerk off, and it made me
wish I had someone as well.
The Sunday before my first day at work, I woke up to Taylor and Owen
already in the kitchen. Owen was sitting at the table in his underwear,
drinking coffee and having his protein-rich breakfast. My brother was in a
jockstrap, kneeling on the floor next to him.
It took me a bit by surprise to see him this way, but I didn't say anything
but "Good morning."
"Good morning," Owen said back casually, scratching my brother's chin like
he was a good puppy dog. "How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty good, thanks. Just gotta make sure I have everything I need before
tomorrow."
After this, we started talking about work. Meanwhile, I helped myself to a
cup of coffee, while Owen snapped his fingers and my brother bent down on
his elbows, with his ass facing his husband. As he chatted with me, Owen
held his coffee mug with his left hand, and started nonchalantly fingering
Taylor's hole with his right.
I stood there, hiding my grin behind my cup as I sipped my coffee.
"So what're your plans for the day?" my brother asked me while two, then
three of his husband's fingers went inside his hole.
"I'm hanging out with a new friend. You know him, actually. Remember the
guy from the sauna, when we went to the gym the other day?"
"Oh," Taylor said and turned to look as me. We made eye contact, as Owen's
fourth finger went inside Taylor, making him squirm for a second.
"His name's Ian," I continued talking about my new buddy. "We exchanged
numbers when we got out of the sauna and we've been texting ever since.
He's cool. He's 21 as well, and he's lived in the city his whole life.
Thought it'd be cool to have a local guide."
"Definitely. You guys should go... ahh... have fun." As my brother said
that, Owen's hand turned and went deeper inside his hole. I saw both
pleasure and pain on Taylor's face at that moment, but a second later the
pain seemed to be gone and he looked to be in heaven.
"Anyway, I gotta run," I said, finishing the last of my coffee. "I'm gonna
grab a shower and then I'm off to Ian's. See you guys tonight!"
When I came out of the bathroom, on my way out, I saw Owen still sitting at
the table and my brother still on his knees. This time he was turned facing
his husband, sucking his dick at the table.
--
"Hey! Welcome!" Ian said when he answered the door, a huge smile on his
face.
He was naked head-to-toe. We gave each other a friendly hug and a pat on
the back as I walked into his apartment.
"Hey. Your roommates gone?"
I knew from all the texting back and forth that Ian lived with two
roommates.
"No, they're in their rooms. C'mon, I'll show you mine."
He led me down the hallway to his room, ducking in every doorway so not to
hit his head.
His room was small and cramped, even though there wasn't much there other
than a bed and a desk with a chair. He sat on his bed and I took the chair
and sat across from him.
"Sorry, there's no living room," he said, "so we either gotta sit here or
the kitchen."
"That's okay. I'm currently crashing on my brother's sofa bed, so I know
how it is."
"City living, eh?" he smiled. (Damn, his eyes were gorgeous.) "Would you
like something to drink?"
"Sure. It's Sunday, so I guess it's not too early to have a beer."
"Um," he said with some hesitation, "I don't drink so we don't really keep
alcohol in the house. But if you want I can run downstairs and get you
some?"
"No no no, that's fine. Water's fine."
I watched Ian's back (and his bubble butt) as he walked out of the room.
When he walked back holding two glasses of water, his dick with its big
mushroom head flopped around. He closed the door behind him and sat back
down on the bed.
"So your roommates don't mind you walking around naked?" I asked the
obvious question, just because I didn't want to sit in silence and nudity
seemed to be the easiest thing to talk about.
"Nah, they're cool with it. Besides, shared space, you know what it's like."
"I do. I lived in a dorm up until a few weeks ago and there was no hiding
anything."
"I never went to college, so I never got to live in a dorm. Must be fun."
"It is. It's got its downsides, of course, but I found it *incredibly* easy
to make friends and be social there. I gotta say, I feel a bit clueless
now, 'in the real world.'"
This was more personal than I would normally get with a person I hardly
knew, but something about Ian made me feel safe to open up to him. Besides,
as sad as it might sound, after saying goodbye to my boys from college who
were like brothers to me, I was desperate for a new best buddy.
"Yeah, it can be tough," Ian said, "especially if you're new somewhere. But
don't worry, you'll meet people soon enough."
Before long, the conversation had turned to my brother. Ian assumed he was
my boyfriend when he saw us at the sauna together, but I'd corrected him
over text that Taylor was my brother.
"I've seen him around the gym," Ian said. "He's hard to miss in the locker
room with his... accessories."
"Oh, his cock cage?" I laughed.
"Yeah. Wasn't sure if you knew so didn't wanna mention it."
"I know. My brother and I are pretty close, always have been. And he and
his husband seem to be in an... interesting relationship."
"Like a Dom/sub thing?" Ian asked casually.
"To be honest I don't know what that is."
"Like his husband's the more dominant one, and your brother's submissive.
Gets off on being told what to do." Ian sounded like he'd taken a class in
this.
"I don't know how to feel about that," I admitted.
"It sounds weird if you've never been exposed to it, but it's perfectly
fine if it's consensual, it's very common. Especially with us gay men, I
think."
"So is that... something you've done as well?" I asked, hopeful I wasn't
prying too much.
"Not really in that way. But like, I get a kick out of this," he said,
pointing between us two.
"What?"
"Like, the clothed male naked male dynamic. I like that you're sitting
there with all your clothes on and I'm here fully naked."
"Like it as in it's turning you on?" I asked. Then, I instinctively looked
down at his dick, which was now getting hard.
"Yes, in a way. But I also like that we can sit and talk and it doesn't
have to be sexual. It's like two buddies."
I smiled when I heard that word. A few minutes later, I moved to sit next
to him on the bed. Ian quickly got fully hard and remained that way most of
the time, but ignored it as if it was no big deal.
We talked that way for about half an hour, until we decided to go down and
grab something for lunch.
"Hey buddy, can I ask you something before we go?" he said, and I had a
feeling where this was going.
"Yes," I answered.
"Can I jerk off before we go eat?" he said, leaning back on his bed. "I
just really need to cum."
"That's okay," I smiled.
I watched Ian lean all the way back, as I sat on the foot of his bed. He
put his left hand under his head, and used his right hand to start stroking
his cock.
"You can rub one off as well if you want," he offered.
"No, that's fine," I said. By this point I was starting to get hard in my
jeans as well, but for some reason I didn't want to whip it out.
Instead, I watched Ian as he jerked himself off, starting slow then going
faster, starting to moan, and occasionally using his free hand to pinch his
nips or tug on his balls. The light coming in from the window shined
directly on him.
"Fuck, I like that," he said, pulling on his balls.
He shuffled his arms a few times, trying to jerk off while tugging on his
ballsack. He seemed to be close to cumming, but he just couldn't get
comfortable.
Then, out of nowhere, I felt the urge to help him out. I reached for his
sack and pulled it. It instantly made his eyes roll to the back of the head.
"Fuuuuck, yeah," he screamed out, stroking his dick with both hands now, as
I pulled on his balls. "Oh buddy, that feels so good! Thank you."
I smiled and kept pulling. Less than a minute later, Ian started shooting
his load all over his stomach, his hands, and my arm. I felt the warm cum
hit my skin, but I never let go.
"Ahhh," he leaned forward, trying to catch his breath. Next thing, he was
sitting down and we were face-to-face. He moved closer to me until we were
nose-to-nose. I felt his breath and saw the sweat dripping down his face.
My hand was still clutching his nuts.
"Thank you, buddy," he exhaled softly. "That felt so good. Thanks."
I looked him in the eyes, the smell of his sweat taking me back to the
sauna where we met. Then, he leaned forward and gave me a kiss. His balls
were still in my hand, but instead of squeezing them I'd inadvertently
started to stroke them.
He kissed me for bout 15 seconds, slowly but passionately, our tongues
going in and out of each other's mouths. When he broke free, Ian smiled at
me.
"Let's go get something to eat," he said.
OWEN:
"See, it's no big deal. Your little brother's okay with everything."
I was sitting at the kitchen table after breakfast, talking to my husband
while getting my dick sucked by him.
"I know!" he said, taking my dick out his mouth to reply. He continued to
stroke me while he talked, kneeling on the floor. "I knew he'd be cool, he
always has been, but even I'm surprised how much."
"Well you've always been close, haven't you?" I asked (even though I
already knew the answer), putting my thumb on Taylor's lip to wipe some of
my precum off it.
"Yeah, especially as k**s, growing up and sharing a room and everything."
"Tell me about the time you taught him how to jerk off."
As I said that, I got up and motioned for Taylor to get up as well. I
picked him up, his arms around me and his legs straddling me, so my hard
dick was in between his asscheeks as I walked us to the living room, while
Taylor talked.
"Well Rory was about 9 or so, must've been cuz I was already in high
school. He started getting erections all the time. I noticed when he would
change, or if he was in his underwear, he was hard the entire time. So I
asked him, 'Rory, do you know what jerking off is?' and he said no. So I
taught him."
"Did you show him?" I asked (even though I knew the answer as well).
"No. But I did explain it in lots of detail. Told him what an erection is
and how to stroke his dick. And that eventually he'll start shooting cum."
"Fuck," I said and plopped him on the sofa bed in the living room. Rory
hadn't made it this morning, so his sheets and the underwear he slept in
were still on it. "I'm gonna fuck you right here," I growled.
"Yeah? On my brother's bed?"
"On your brother's fucking bed."
RORY:
I spent the entire day with Ian. After grabbing a quick lunch, we walked
around his neighborhood. A buddy of his worked as an usher at a movie
theater, and let us sneak in to go see a movie. After that, Rory took me to
an all-you-can-eat buffet he liked, where we both gorged until we couldn't
move.
By the time I got home, it was time to go to sleep if I was gonna get up on
time for work tomorrow.
Back at the apartment, the first thing I noticed was how messy and sweaty
my sheets looked. Second thing, I noticed my brother and his husband were
in their room fucking. The thing was, I had to get my stuff ready for
tomorrow and my clothes were in their room.
"Ah, fuck! Fuck," I heard my brother's voice from inside the bedroom as I
stood on the other side of the door and knocked.
"Yes?" Owen's voice bellowed from inside.
I opened the door.
"Sorry, I just need to get my clothes for tomorrow, so I don't wake you up
in the morning," I said.
"Go ahead," Owen said with a smirk.
Sure enough, I was right and the two were in the middle of sex. Taylor was
lying on his back on the bed, his feet up on his husband's chest, as Owen's
muscular body pounded him from up top.
"While you're here," Owen said, "can you hand me the key that's in my jean
pocket?"
"Sure," I said, and reached for the jeans he was pointing at, on top of a
messy pile on the floor. With the door and windows closed, the room reeked
of sex.
I took out the tiny little key that was in the pocket, and walked to the
bed to hand it to Owen. As I did, I briefly made eye contact with each of
them.
"Thanks," Owen said and quickly used the key to unlock the cage that was on
my brother's dick. Taylor's dick sprung out like a jack-in-the-box. Owen
thrust deeper inside him, and in a mere second my brother's dick seemed to
go fully hard, as if in fast motion.
I turned away and walked to the closet to get my clothes. As I looked for
what I needed, I heard my brother scream out.
"Ah, fuck. Fuck yes! Fuck yeah!!!" he shouted, unable to control himself
now that his dick was free.
"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah," he continued on loop. The sound of
Owen's balls slapping my brother's ass was clearly distinguishable. The
thrusting, the pounding, the moaning, all got faster and louder.
"Ahhhh, fuck!! Fuck yes, Daddy! FUUUCK!" I heard my brother yell out at the
top of his lungs. He'd cum, just a couple of feet from me.
I turned around without even planning to, drawn by the orgasmic noise. I
saw Taylor breathe deeply, probably still feeling the aftereffects of his
orgasm. He was clutching his husband's back, whose dick was still inside
him. Owen looked up and saw me looking, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Then he winked at me.
"Fuuuck," he said, and his eyes started rolling.
I stood there holding my clothes for work, and watched him shoot his load
inside my brother's ass.
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