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“Guess I’ll have to do the honors.”

He ducked down, and before I could react I felt his lips around my dick, sucking

me into the hot, squeezing wetness of his mouth. I braced myself back on the counter, arms stretched behind me, and gazed down my chest to where the white length of me

disappeared into him. Until now, only one guy had ever given me a blowjob, but Ty’s technique was definitely different than Craig’s: wetter, somehow, and eager in a

different way, like he was taking just as much pleasure from controlling me by my dick as I was getting from his attentions to it. With Craig, it always seemed like he got lost in the moment, but Ty seemed more deliberate, more knowing. Practiced, perhaps?

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He pulled his mouth off me with a pop and gripped my spit-slicked length with

one hand while he looked over his shoulder at his brother. “Man, he sure leaks a lot, bro.” I could feel myself blushing, the flush of red spreading across my chest, but a rough thumb scraping hard over the tip of my cock made me throw my head back and

gasp. “You sure you don’t wanna come try some?”

When I managed to look up, Louis was glaring daggers at Ty, but he wasn’t

budging. Ty looked back at me, an expression of mock confusion on his face. “I just don’t get it, Kyle,” he told me, voice pointedly loud enough to carry across the room.

“He’s so fuckin’ open-minded, full of pride at being the least judgmental guy in this whole fucked-up little town, but at the same time he’s afraid to do exactly what I know he really wants to.” I wanted to shrug, but I was panting too hard to do anything else.

“Why don’t you tell him what you want instead?”

I stared across the kitchen at Louis. Was the fury in his eyes when he looked at his brother the equal of the lust I saw when he stared at me? I couldn’t begin to fathom their relationship, but I knew—in this moment—how fucking horny I was.

“Please come and suck me, Louis, please…” I sighed, voice wheedling.

When I saw him wince, I immediately regretted it.

“Maybe he just doesn’t…” I started to say to Ty, feeling suddenly uncomfortable,

but he didn’t let me finish.

“Aww, fuck him,” the older brother spat, dipping his head again to envelop my

cock in his pistoning wetness and send shards of pleasure through my spine.

“This is how he is, Kyle,” Ty said with what sounded like true venom in his voice

as he pulled off me and ran my slick cock through his fist. “I come home, and I tell him all the gay shit I’ve been doing, and he sits there pretending he doesn’t give a fuck, and then he runs away to jerk off in the bathroom and pretend it’s not dudes that he’s thinking about.” He scowled over his shoulder. “Ain’t that right, Louis, yeah? It’s okay for your brother to do this nasty-ass shit, but fuck no, you’re not gonna admit to wanting it too.”

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I could feel Ty scooping up the precum from around my balls and the thick base of

my shaft, and then his fingertip circling my hole again. I could guess what was coming next, but I still gasped when he slid his forefinger inside me.

“Even when some fuckin’ gay-ass white kid puts his fuckin’ dick in your hand,

you still pussy out,” Ty taunted him. I wanted to complain about being the “gay-ass white kid,” but I was too busy trying to breathe after Ty had slicked another finger deep into my ass. My toes were curling, my legs uncontrollably lifting my heels from where they’d been perched on the cupboard door handles.

It meant I didn’t notice that Louis had crossed the room and that the first I realized that he’d punched his brother in the side of the face was when Ty toppled over to the floor, his fingers yanked unceremoniously from my hole as he sprawled half-dazed.

Louis’s face was like thunder as he glared down at his brother, and then he was staring at me, nostrils flared as he took deep, angry breaths. I froze in place until he pulled our heads together and was kissing me, kissing me hard, his hands seemingly trying to

touch as much of me as he could at the same time and unable to fix on any one spot for longer than a second.

He pushed at me, forcing my body back until I was half folded between the wall

and the countertop, pulling on my hips until my ass was hanging off the edge and he could lean down between my flailing thighs and sandwich my torso between him and

the marble. I heard coughing and then laughing from the floor. I couldn’t see Ty but could hear his reaction, a snort of disbelief.

“Well, it’s about fuckin’ time,” I heard him say, but I was too busy with Louis to think about that, pulling at his shirt until his smooth, lithe torso was bare. He pushed my shirt up, the fabric catching around my neck, and ground his chest onto mine,

running his tongue up my jawline as he humped on top of me. When I saw Ty stand up behind his brother, for a moment I wondered if he was about to hit him back, but

instead I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone and realized Ty was helping Louis off with his jeans.

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Louis stood up, one hand resting on my stomach, and twisted back to look at his

brother. For a moment they stood there in silence, Louis’s hand on Ty’s cheek where he’d hit him, and then Ty grinned and nodded at me, and Louis looked where I lay with utter hunger in his eyes. A twitch of his hips and his jeans were down, the slab of his erection clear through the cling of his boxer briefs, and though he was out of my

grasp—towering between my thighs—I still reached out to him, wanting to have him as naked as I’d seen in the showers.

After a beat he did the honors, deft fingers pulling down his shorts and allowing

the thick spring of his cock to bounce free. I watched as he ran his dick through his hand—one languid, confident stroke from root to tip, all the while Louis staring at me, biting his lip.

“I don’t…” I started, but then Louis was against me again, kissing me, and I felt

my cock clash with his, our rigid lengths trapped between us as he humped his body on my own. Ty stood back, leaning against the wall and watching us.

And inside…inside my body was singing and wailing, the lust and pent-up

emotion firing every neuron, while a tiny voice somewhere in my brain asked me what this meant to what I had with Craig, what he’d say if he found out I was squeezed

between the kitchen counter and my studly teammate, and whether—despite having

said nothing, discussed nothing, agreed nothing—this was cheating in some strange

way.

That voice never quieted, never actually stopped, but it was drowned out all the

same, beaten into little more than background static by the overwhelming rush of

Louis’s face in my hands, his lips on mine, and the growing slickness as our cocks made their leaking presence known. He stood up, lips trailing down my chin until he pulled back, took my dick in his hand, and ran his fist along the sticky length.

“Pussy…” Ty chuckled, and Louis glared over his shoulder at him as he dipped to

let my knob ease between his lips, and then his tongue swarmed eagerly around my tip.

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he’d let me, though Louis’s strong hand—fingers splayed and dimpling my flesh—held my pelvis down.

It was different from Craig, again. Craig was softer, more tentative in how he

sucked me—he only got really wild when I fucked his face, and even then it was my

hips doing the work. But Louis, though…he was a whole other story. It felt like he was in charge, even though it was my cock getting sucked—his hands controlling me,

setting the pace, his tongue grinding against the flare of my knob until I cringed from the overwhelming sensations.

And then, where Ty’s fingers had been, Louis’s followed. First, one slick digit

eased into the tight confines, and then a second alongside it, twisting and stretching me open as I ground myself against his probing fingers. In turns he’d jam his hand hard against me, forcing a finger or two as deep as he could, and then pull out, running the rough pad of his thumb around my hole to make me twitch and gasp.

I guess I knew then that I was gonna get fucked. So far I’d done stuff with Craig

that I’d never thought I’d do—that I’d never even fantasized about, let alone been in a place to try. But now, with Louis teasing my ass as his brother looked on, I knew that I was going to end up taking the next step; I’d inevitably let him fuck me, if that’s what he wanted to do.

Was Louis gay? That’s what Ty kept suggesting, but his comments to his brother

seemed more about winding him up than anything necessarily truthful. And, if Louis was gay, what did that make me—on my back, with half his hand jammed in me and

the thought of getting pounded by his dick at the very forefront of my brain? Maybe we needed a new word, a different name we could use, something that didn’t carry the

backstory of “gay” but that wasn’t so restrictive and inaccurate as “straight,” since the one thing I was pretty sure about was that it no longer properly described me.

In fact, the one word that did describe me most accurately in this moment was

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was loosening my virgin hole. I’d seen Louis’s dick. I knew how big it was, but the thought of it wasn’t putting me off somehow; instead, I was itching to have him inside of me.

It seemed like Ty was similarly impatient, as I watched him step up behind his

brother again and lean in close until his lips were nearly against his ear. Louis’s eyes were fixed on mine, frowning with concentration. Ty peered over his shoulder and

down to where the tip of his brother’s prick kissed my loosened entrance.

“Better than pussy, bro…” I heard him whisper, and then everything else became

secondary to the sensations between my legs. Everything I’d known about size

somehow felt like a complete underestimation, as the flare of his cock bruised its way through.

He paused as I caught my breath again, tried to will myself to relax. Craig had

seemed to enjoy it far more than I was right now, but then again Craig had been

practicing with his fingers at the very least for a while; in contrast, it was only in the past few weeks that I’d even begun to realize the potential for pleasure that my ass could bring.

Picturing Craig—on all fours as I leaned my weight against him, skewering him

deep—was what started the turn from pain into pleasure. I don’t know if my ass gave up fighting or just decided it had been stretched enough, but suddenly I was thinking more about how Louis’s dick would feel deeper inside me rather than whether I’d ever walk again when he pulled it out.

“Kid’s ready for you…” Ty purred. I felt the ridge of Louis’s cock bump against

my prostate and couldn’t help but groan, hoping he’d pull back and then nudge it

again. Instead, though, Louis buried himself deep, until his hips were wedged between my spread thighs, his smooth, muscled torso hovering scant inches over my own.

I leaned up, let my lips trail over his. Louis had his eyes closed, a slight frown creasing his forehead; as we touched, he dipped closer to me, the gap between our

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pecs. Our tongues met, mouths giving up any semblance of tenderness as our kiss

became hungry, eager.

I wrapped my fingers around his finely shaped skull, gripped his closely-cropped

scalp as his hips began to move. I felt his cock pull back, grind gently against my prostate sending shivers up my back, and then demand its way back through, forcing my ass to accept it.

I realized I was whimpering when his hands began gently stroking up my flanks,

when I heard his voice close to my ear. “Relax, dude,” he told me, in a quiet, intimate voice. “I know you want this. I want it too.”

It was the intimacy—the feeling that I was more than just some alternative to

pussy—that broke down the final barriers. I began to lift my hips, meeting Louis’s thrusts, felt the cling of our sweat-filmed skin as it kissed together and apart. My arms were around his neck and my legs around his starkly tapered waist, hugging myself to him, reveling in the feeling of fullness and the shaking pleasure radiating out from my tender midsection.

I could sense my own climax ready to crest, knew that the sensations were driving

me over the edge. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna come,” I moaned, breathless and light-

headed. Louis lifted his chest off me and peered down between our bodies to where my dick was red and swollen, the tip glossy.

“Fuck…” he muttered, and it was the feel of his cock popping out of my ass—a

final, torturing stretch of my tired muscle—that made me burst, the first spurt

splattering his face as he ducked to bury my dick in his mouth. The next spurt, and the next, went down his throat, the rest sliding down his cheek and to his chin as he

swallowed over and over.

Then he was standing, fisting his hardness, until he soaked my twitching hole

with cum, letting the first two blasts coat the crack of my ass before pushing his dick through the mess and back inside me, leaving the rest as deep as he could manage it.

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Louis’s body fell down onto me; I tasted cum and sweat as he kissed me, our tongues mashing. His flesh was roasting hot, and I was sure I was just as flushed.

When he pulled off me, let his softening cock slip from my gooey insides, I looked down at him between my spread legs. He looked serious again, and then his face lit up in a grin as he caught my own expression.

“Dude, you look fucked.” He laughed, running a strong hand down my inner

thigh to end up gently squeezing my balls. I smiled back at him.