Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2019 22:36:43 -0400
From: Wilde Wilde <wildewilde115@gmail.com>
Subject: Crashing With My Brother (incest)

CRASHING WITH MY BROTHER

This is a work of fiction.  No resemblance to any person, living or dead,
is intended.

Copyright reserved by author, 2019
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CHAPTER 2 --  SETTLING IN
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RYAN:

It was a late night, what with drinks, dinner, then a couple of more drinks
after that.  This was my first time in a gay bar but after the events in
the sauna that afternoon I was already too far gone down the road to ruin
to care about a little thing like that.

We ran into several friends of Conor's who all thought that I was some
fresh piece of meat that Conor had just picked up.  I'm not sure whether
they believed that I'm his brother or not.  I just told myself to expect a
lot of this kind of thing for the rest of the summer and roll with it.
Whatever they actually thought, two guys warned me not to drop the soap --
"ESPECIALLY since you're his brother."

When we finally got back to Conor's place -- "home," I guess I should call
it now -- we brushed our teeth, got undressed and went straight to bed. I
rubbed out a quick nut and was asleep within minutes.  When I got up late
the next morning, I heard the shower running and knew I had time to jerk
off before Conor came into the living room, so I did.  Living in the dorm
taught me to take advantage of any opportunity I found to fist my dick for
a few minutes.

Even though Conor and I had done it in front of each other the day before
and I wouldn't have been too embarrassed if he'd caught me now, I still
wasn't ready to be too obvious about getting my needs met.  The sauna was
neutral turf, but this is his home and I didn't want him to feel that I was
getting in his face a little too much.

By the time I got my shower it wasn't that long before we had to meet
Conor's friends for brunch so we just made a large pot of coffee and
skipped the rest of breakfast.

When we got to the restaurant Michael and Alex had already grabbed an
outdoor table.  As they stood up to say hi, Conor introduced us and there
were hugs and kisses for Conor and an enthusiastic welcome for me.  Michael
and Alex are both good looking, but Alex is a really handsome dude.  He's
tall, well built, has dark brown skin, closely trimmed beard and hair, and
a rugged face for someone still in his 20s. He's not ripped though he
obviously works out and, as I quickly learned, Alex is a quiet, low-drama,
kind of guy.  I was liking him already.

Michael is kind of short and looks younger than Conor; younger than me,
really.  He has fair skin that looks like it burns easily, and the kind of
body you get from doing a lot of yoga.  I don't know much about style, but
even I can tell that he dresses well and has a good haircut.  If Alex is
all cool and no drama, Michael can make up for that and he does.

By the time I'd been introduced and we all sat down, Jamie walked up and
the hugs and kisses started all over again.  I'd met Jamie on previous
visits to New York, but only briefly and hadn't really had much of a chance
to get to know him.  He resembles Alex, although he's not black, in being
more handsome than pretty and a little on the quiet, laid back side.  When
he had something to say, it was usually worth listening to, even for me who
didn't know any of the other people they talked about.

Once we'd ordered and a large pitcher of mimosas had arrived, the guys
loosened up pretty fast.  As the new boy in town, everybody wanted to know
my story.  I was telling them about my internship when Michael interrupted
to say:

"Your brother was up front with you, wasn't he," he said with a mischievous
look in my direction.

"Up front about what?"

"Up front about how half the men in this zip code can tell you the pattern
on his sheets and the other half can pick his dick out of a police lineup."

"As a matter of fact, he did tell me that," I replied with a devilish look
of my own.

Then Conor put on his sad turtle face and said, "Are you guys going to do
this to me all through brunch, because if you are I might as well ask for
my doggy bag now."

At that point, Alex turned toward Conor, rolled his eyes, then turned back
toward Michael and suggested that enough was enough.

"Yes, Daddy," Michael answered in a suddenly submissive voice.

"Daddy?..." I thought.  " Okay.  Whatever."

Jamie looked at me with a soft friendly smile and said, "Don't take him
seriously.  We don't and I don't think he does either."

To which I replied, "You guys would be surprised at how much I already know
about Conor's sexual adventures and he knows about mine.  We talk a lot and
we don't hold too much back.  You're going to have to try a lot harder than
this to scare me."

With that, Conor lightened up, and the talk turned to other subjects, like
who was now doing whom, upcoming trips, and how favorite competitors were
doing on reality shows like RuPaul's Drag Race and one I hadn't heard of,
The Great British Baking Show which the guys all liked.  (Who knew you
could build a show around baking?)

Even though I was the only straight boy present, I appreciated the way the
other guys accepted me, were careful not to leave me out of the
conversation, and explained things I wasn't familiar with.  As the
afternoon wore on, fueled by some shared desserts ("Sunday is cheat day,"
as Michael preemptively explained) and another pitcher of mimosas, I was
growing to like these guys a lot.  They weren't only fun, but they also
talked about boyfriends, work, family issues, whether one reported
infection meant that you couldn't completely rely on PrEP to keep you safe
anymore, and that kind of stuff, with an openness that was new to me.  I
really liked that.  I felt freer with this bunch than I did with my own
friends.

CONOR:

When we got home after dinner Saturday night and went to bed, I got myself
off one more time before going to sleep, like I do every night if I haven't
just gotten laid.  As I worked my dick, I couldn't help think about how hot
Ryan looked doing himself in the sauna that afternoon and it was turning me
on a lot.

I know that my baby brother is sexy as fuck, totally open minded and, if
they gave scholarships for being a top class horn dog, Ryan would have
gotten one; but still, when we walked into that sauna and two other guys
were rubbing their cocks through their towels, I thought he'd want to leave
at once.  He really surprised me by not only staying, but stealing as many
glances at them as he dared.  I began to wonder if he had other surprises
in store for me.  As Ryan said, this looked like becoming a very
interesting summer.

I was still having some thoughts along that line when I got up late the
next morning and headed to the bathroom, so I spent a little extra time in
the shower rubbing out a load to get the day started right.  I usually beat
off at least a couple of times a day anyway, so it's not like I was turning
into some kind of sex-crazed freak just because Ryan was here.  It's just
that the focus of my fantasies had shifted sideways a bit.

I wondered if Ryan and I would jerk off together again, and even if he
might be up for experimenting with another guy, or even me, in a way that
involved something more than a hand job.  I was really curious to know just
how far into boy sex he might get.

"We'll just have to wait and see." I thought. "If anything more happens, at
least with me, he'll have to take the lead because I'm not going to risk
losing him over some crazy fantasy."

I also wasn't sure -- the rational side of my brain was now in full control
-- that any kind of sex between us beyond the occasional jerk off session
would be such a great idea even if the idea were his.  Sex can really
change a relationship and Ryan and I have a fantastic one.  I resolved to
do my best not to think with my dick for a change.

I'd expected a certain amount of teasing at brunch, mainly from Michael, so
it didn't bother me.  Mostly, I was happy that the guys seemed to all like
Ryan and he liked them, as he told me on the way home.  In fact they were
all he talked about till we walked in my door.  They'd all be seeing more
of each other before the summer was over, I knew, so I was glad they'd hit
it off so well.

That evening, Sunday, I got fucked by a Scruff trick at his place, Ryan
headed out on his own, and we both made an early night of it because Monday
was an ordinary work day for me and Ryan's first day as a new marketing
intern.

RYAN:

I couldn't wait to get started at my new job on Monday morning.  I woke up
early, jerked a fast load of fresh cum, and headed for the bathroom.  I had
just pissed and was turning on the shower when Conor walked in naked, to
take a piss.  I was casually checking out his blurry ass through the shower
door when he said,

"Mornin'.  How was your first night on my couch?"

"Actually, I slept pretty well, considering how excited I am to be starting
this gig.

"I've got the coffee maker going, if you want any."

"I should have time for a cup, and some toast if you have it, before I have
to leave.  Thanks, Conor!"

At this point the conversation took a break while Conor brushed his teeth,
left, and I finished my shower.  As I started to dry myself off, Conor came
in again, still naked but now with a big blob of cum on the tip of his
semi-hard dick, or maybe it was just precum, and said:

"I'm meeting Jamie for dinner tonight and there's a good chance we'll end
up in my room afterward.  You have any plans?"

"Nah.  Who the hell would I make a plan with?  Except for Jon and you, I
don't know a soul here and I haven't talked to Jon yet, though I should see
him today.  I'll just see how my first day goes and take it from there."

"Sounds good," Conor replied, as the blob of cum dangled for a moment off
the bright red tip of his dick before dropping to the floor when he hopped
into the shower.

Over coffee, Conor gave me a few suggestions about how to handle myself at
work which I appreciated because I didn't know shit, and then we both
headed out.

My new company's midtown offices were on a high floor of a new building and
the views of the skyline and the river were amazing.  It was like being in
a movie set in New York and starring me.  Yes, I'd seen even better views
of the city before from the Empire State Building, but I was a tourist
then, surrounded by other tourists.  This was different.  This was going to
be part of my daily life for the whole summer and I was feeling really
proud of myself just for being here, even though I hadn't actually done
anything yet.

Jon's dad, who'd gotten me this internship, is a VP here and, I learned, my
boss's boss's boss.  Since I was still a little early, I asked where his
office was and went there to say hello to him and thank him for helping me.
His admin wasn't there yet, so I walked in and found him at his desk
looking majorly handsome in a sharp navy blue suit, white shirt and solid
navy tie.  I also noted that he seemed to be in good shape and still had a
full head of dark hair.  Definitely not what I was used to at home.

"Hi, Mr. Regazzi, it's Ryan Jameson, Jon's friend.  I wanted to stop by to
say hello and thank you again for helping me get this internship.  It means
a lot to me.  I'm really grateful to you."

"Hello Ryan!  Glad to meet you in person finally, and you're more than
welcome for the help.  Jon really likes you so I'll look forward to seeing
more of you this summer."

As he continued to speak, Mr. Regazzi put on his glasses and looked me up
and down before making eye contact again.  I'm not really sure, maybe it
was the way his eyes lingered a little too long on my crotch, but I thought
that maybe he was checking me out.  Either that, or I'm just getting way
too vain for my own good.  Hard to be sure.

"And speaking of seeing more of you, Jon mentioned inviting you out to
dinner soon and his mom and I think that's a great idea.  We were thinking
of Wednesday around 7:30.  That work for you?"

"Thanks, Mr. Regazzi.  I'd love to come, and Wednesday would be perfect.
I'm looking forward to it already."

"Good, we'll see you then.  Oh, and by the way, outside the office, please
call me Tom.  Everybody else does."

He asked me a little about myself while taking another opportunity to look
me up and down, and then, since I was going to be late if I didn't get to
where I was supposed to be pretty fast, I thanked him again, excused myself
and left Mr. Regazzi's office, pretty sure by now that he'd really been
checking me out the whole while, especially the front of my pants.  It
didn't bother me though; just the opposite, in fact.  I'd never knowingly
had that kind of sexual hold on an older man.  And now that I did,
especially one as handsome and powerful as Mr. Regazzi, I kind of liked it.

Right at 9, I walked into my new boss's office and introduced myself to
Mr. Walker, or Bob, as he told me to call him.  He looked like he was about
Conor's age, he had an easy way of talking to people, and I immediately
felt comfortable with him.

We spent close to an hour getting acquainted, then Bob sent me over to HR
to fill out some forms.  When I got back, Bob explained the market research
project I'd be helping him with for the next few weeks, handed me a big
pile of materials that I'd be using in my research assignment, and told me
to become fully familiar with them as soon as I could.  Then he showed me
to the open area where my desk was and told me to check in with him later
on to let him know how I was doing.  It was sink or swim time so I got
straight to work, but not without glancing every so often at the view
through the nearby windows.

A little later on I texted Jon.  He had a different boss but was doing the
same kind of work I was.  We were both feeling a little intimidated by our
reading piles and decided that we'd better abandon the idea of getting
lunch together and just eat at our desks.  We decided to meet up for drinks
at the end of the day.

The afternoon went by quickly.  I had a lot of reading to do, but at least
I understood it pretty well.  Around six, I packed up some reading to take
home and headed out with Jon, who had his own armload of reading, to a
nearby bar.  We spent the next hour comparing assignments, talking about
our final exams, and discussing things we might want to do on the weekends.
I told him about meeting his dad, the dinner invitation for Wednesday and
that I was looking forward to meeting his family.  By then it was time for
us to head home, grab something to eat and get some more work done.

I picked up some takeout on the way home.  It was warm when I walked into
the apartment, but cool enough outside not to need air conditioning, so I
opened the windows, stripped down to my underwear, and was eating my dinner
and drinking one of Conor's beers when I remembered that Conor was having
dinner with Jamie and that they'd be having fun in the bedroom later while
I was working.  As soon as I was done eating, I cleared the table, put the
takeout containers in the recycling, and planted myself on the sofa to read
for the next while.

A couple of hours later I heard the key turn in the lock and in walked
Jamie and Conor.  Still shirtless and in a pair of Conor's low-cut white
briefs (I ran out of clean underwear), I got up to say hello.  When Conor
disappeared into the bathroom, Jamie stayed in the living room to ask me
how my first day at work had gone, what kind of assignment I'd been given,
and what my boss was like.  As we talked, he gave me a few more tips on how
to keep myself looking good around the office.

I appreciated Jamie's interest in me, which was especially nice of him
considering that I'm only his best friend's kid brother.  I told him about
meeting Jon's dad and that he was checking me out the whole time.

"He'd have to be dead not to," Jamie responded.  "Everybody at brunch
yesterday was doing that, including me, to be honest.  You've got to know
how hot you are, but what you may not be used to yet is noticing when men
as well as women look at you like that.  Sounds like you're starting to
learn, though."

"Yeah, something like that happened in the sauna at the gym yesterday.  I
suppose Conor told you all about that."

"He did," Jamie said, without going into detail.

That's when Conor rejoined us and asked me some of the same questions Jamie
just had, before they disappeared into the bedroom.

Since Conor lives alone, I don't think he realizes how loud he and Jamie
get and how not-soundproof this place is, even with the bedroom door
closed.  Pretty soon I could hear most of what was going on in there. I
tried to read and not get distracted, but I couldn't.

Most of the noises were just that, noise, but I could make out some of what
was going on.  There was a small cry followed by "Easy on that tit!,"
(Conor).  More noises and then a low, "C'mon, take it all the way down,"
(Jamie), and in a little bit, "Do my balls!" (Jamie).

The bed added its own noises.  It wasn't squeaking or anything loud like
that, but sometimes I could tell that it was moving.  After a while, Conor
told Jamie to suck him and soon I heard low moans and the occasional "Fuck,
yeah!" or "Just like that!"  I could almost smell the sex though the
bedroom door.

I was hypnotized. My dick had boned up when Conor went down on Jamie and
now it was leaking precum nonstop. I got out some lube, dropped my briefs,
wrapped my fist around my dick and started a slow pump, getting close, then
backing off, trying to last as long as they did, which wasn't easy.

As my fist moved up and down my cock, I pictured Jamie sucking Conor's
dick, and Conor's big hard-on with the flaring piss slit that I'd seen only
the day before.  I knew exactly the look that Conor had on his face just
then.  I imagined that Jamie, then Conor, was going down on me, or that one
of them was sucking me off while the other teased my balls and nips.  I
almost came a few times, and though I managed to back off before it was too
late, the effort was driving me crazy.  Sometimes my cock throbbed so hard
it hurt.

I didn't even stop to consider that it was two guys who had me as horned up
as I have ever been in my life.  My dick knew what it wanted and that was
all the thinking there was gonna be.  Kinda like yesterday afternoon in
that sauna.

Then I heard Conor say, "Yeah, get your tongue way in there." I've fingered
myself before but never eaten or fucked ass, mainly because I was too
afraid of scaring some girl off by asking her to wash her butthole before
we had sex, and no girl had ever eaten me out.  I had seen lots of rimming
in porn, though, and really wanted to try it.  Now that I knew Jamie was
licking the opening to my big brother's ass and pushing his tongue into
Conor's asshole, I began to finger my own.

I didn't last long after that.  I knew that I was gonna cum now whether I
wanted to or not, so I pumped my dick faster and gripped it tighter.  In
seconds, ropes of cum flew all over my chest and face, and some landed on
the cushion behind me.  My breathing was so deep and fast that I nearly
passed out and had to lie there for a little while till I stopped feeling
light-headed.  Then I remembered what Conor and I had done yesterday and
decided that it was time to taste my own cum.  It was pretty good!

I cleaned the cum off the cushion, ducked into the bathroom for a minute to
clean up, then I went back to the couch, picked up the lube and got to work
on a second load.  I hoped I'd last a little longer this time.  Soon Jamie
got ready to poke my slutty brother.

"On your back, pig!  Now!"

"Yes sir!"

"Spread those cheeks!  Show me your hole!"

There were a few slaps, a short silence, and then cries of "Shit!" and
"Fuck, that hurts!" followed by moans and grunts.

"So Jamie IS pretty big," I thought.  I've never had anything bigger than a
finger in my ass and I wondered what it might feel like to have Jamie push
his cock into it.

I tried to picture my brother on his back with his legs in the air and
Jamie looking steadily into his eyes, as he slowly worked his cock deeper
inside Conor.  Jamie being a nice guy and Conor's best friend, I knew that
he wasn't pushing it in any faster than Conor could take it.  I was as
horned up as I'd been before I came the first time.

Pretty soon Jamie settled into a nice rhythm, and except for a few porn
cliches like "Fuck me harder, Jamie!" and "You like that big dick slamming
your tight little ass?", things were quieter for a while.  I continued to
picture the two of them, covered with sweat, lube and precum, moving on
that bed while I fisted my own cock.

Then, to my surprise, Jamie told Conor to fuck him.  Forgetting what Conor
had told me in the past, I'd begun to think of him as a bottom, but soon I
heard him say:

"Okay, payback time is now.  I'm gonna teach you to be careful what you
wish for.  On your hands and knees, Jamie boy!"

"We'll see about that," Jamie retorted.

From the sound of things, Conor was soon eating Jamie's asshole and Jamie
was loving it.  I visualized my brother with his tongue in his best
friend's hole and fingered my own even faster, only to slow right back down
because I didn't want to come again so soon.  By now, if they'd walked into
the living room and told me to get on my stomach so they could both nail
me, I would have.

When Conor began to fuck Jamie, he didn't yelp about it like Conor had and
they got a good rhythm going pretty fast.  I suppose both of them were
already close when they started, because they didn't last long.  In a few
minutes I heard "I'm cumming!" from Conor, followed by the grunts I'd heard
back in the sauna only louder, and then, "I'm gonna bust," as Jamie
unloaded.  After that, the bedroom was quiet.  I shot another load and then
lay there with cum all over my chest and stomach, my eyes closed, catching
my breath and relaxing for a few minutes.

I only opened my eyes when I heard the bedroom door open and saw Jamie walk
out and turn toward me.  He was glistening with sweat, his hair was a mess,
and his dick was still hard enough to tent his briefs, which had a big wet
spot on the front of them.  He looked over at the couch for a long moment
where I was still naked with cum all over me, smiled, then walked silently
into the bathroom and closed the door.  When he was back in the bedroom, I
got up to clean up and brush my teeth before they did, turned out the
light, went to bed, and didn't see either of them again till morning.

I'd gotten up a little early so I could shower and finish my interrupted
work from the night before, and was sitting at the table with my coffee and
reading when Jamie and Conor got up and headed to the bathroom.  They
pissed, showered, put on some clean underwear and joined me.

"Sorry we were such a distraction last night," Conor said.  "I'll try to
plan more of my play dates for the other guy's place, but it's not always
doable since a lot of them have roommates and no privacy."

"At least you got to have SOME fun," Jamie added with a big grin.

"I suppose you could call it that," I replied.

"Well, you're always welcome to join the party," he said as Conor's mouth
turned up in a small smile.  I smiled a little too, said nothing, and
wondered if Jamie really meant that and what Conor might do if I took him
up on the invitation.

We finished our coffee and bagels without saying anything more about the
night before, got dressed and headed off to work.  All the way on my walk
to the office I couldn't think of anything but the two of them sucking and
fucking and how hot it all was.

Sure, Conor had always been pretty open with me about his hookups, and he'd
warned me that there'd be a lot of them in the apartment this summer, but
actually hearing him and Jamie fucking in real time taught me exactly what
that meant.

Plus, I hadn't ever been around gay sex before in my life, except for the
gym sauna, but now that I had been, I realized that I had only understood
it in a sort of conceptual way, but without trying to imagine the reality
of what two guys actually do with each other when they get naked.  It made
me realize that as close as I am to Conor, I still don't know everything
about him.

Between the jerkoff scene in the sauna and my reaction to last night's
fuck, I began to wonder if I even knew myself, what my sexuality is.  At
the same time, I didn't see much need to worry about it.  I don't have any
hangups around that issue and I figured I could sort things out when I felt
ready.

CONOR:

Jamie is a seriously good fuck and we always have the best time in bed
together.  I hadn't intended to make Ryan into an audience for us, but once
Jamie and I got going, I realized that he had to be able to hear almost
everything and that only got me more aroused than ever.  I've had sex with
an audience lots of times, but I have to admit that Ryan's being my brother
only made the whole thing feel really transgressive and almost thrilling.

When Jamie came back into the bedroom he told me about seeing Ryan lying
naked on the sofa, still hard, with cum all over himself, and how aroused
he was by the sight.  I boned up all over again listening to Jamie and
thinking about my brother getting himself off while we fucked.

We knew we'd never get to sleep until we blew another load, so we grabbed
our dicks and this time we didn't try to hold off.  As I pumped, I kept
replaying images in my mind of Ryan jerking off and cumming in the sauna,
or just now lying naked and covered in his own cum. I quickly worked up to
another orgasm as intense as the first one had been and Jamie was right
behind me.

After we came again and caught our breath, Jamie said quietly:

"Do you think Ryan might ever want to join us some night?"

"Dunno.  He's totally surprised me already with where he's willing to go
sexually, so I wouldn't be exactly shocked if he were down with that, but
I'd never risk my relationship with him by asking."

"Suppose it were his idea?"

"In that case, I might go for it.  I'll decide that if it happens."

After that, we turned out the light and cuddled before going to sleep.

I should have known that my tentative openness to a three way would be
enough to prompt Jamie to sort-of-kiddingly suggest to Ryan, as we sat at
the table the next morning with our coffees and bagels, that he should join
the party some time if he felt like it.  I watched Ryan react to Jamie's
remark with total nonchalance and began to think that, as close as Ryan and
I are, there are still things about him that I never would have suspected.
All that day at work, I wondered if there would be any more of them this
summer.

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