Date: Tue, 02 Apr 2019 00:35:52 +0000 From: lexnifty Subject: My Little Brother The Slut Chapter 24 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work contains material of a sexual nature. Readers must be of legal age according to local laws to open, read, copy, or save this work. The author in no way endorses sexual contact with minors. Please observe all local and federal laws. You can email me at lexnifty@protonmail.com. Apologies for any errors. All Rights Reserved Please donate to Nifty.Org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) to keep our stories alive! Stephen's face contorts in pleasure, unable to hold himself back. The big, purple head of his circumcised dick swells and starts to throb as it releases spurt after spurt of thick, hot nut all over his shirt. One shot even hits him on the chin. I look over at him, his head is tossed back, his mouth agape as he continues to rub the underside of his cock head. His muscular body glistens from the sweat, a slight musk starts to fill the air around us. "Fuck!" Steph groans, coming down from his orgasmic high. "Damn, dude! You are fucking covered in cum," I say, pulling my cock out. "Well, it's not every day your best friend tells you he fucked his slutty, little brother. His ass is tight, isn't it?" Steph says, raising his eyebrows, his dick still hard. "As fuck," I say, barely audible. Without saying another word, Steph gets on his knees in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine. He pulls down my shorts, I lift my ass a bit to help him slide them off. He stares at my dick, admiring it before kissing it. He pushes his face into my thick bush, inhaling my masculine funk. I know he can smell Logan's ass on me. I suddenly need my dick in his mouth. I grab the back of his head and guide him onto my thick, hairy, throbbing cock. He opens his mouth, licking his lips seductively before impaling himself on my dick. He moans as I start to make my way down his needy throat, the vibrations sending chills up and down my body. "That's it, faggot. Take my dick down your throat. You love this dick, don't you?" I moan, lost in my pleasure. "Mmhmm," Steph groans, now stroking his still hard dick. I lay back, allowing him to suck my dick at his own pace. I put my hands behind my head, exposing my hairy, musky pits. My eyes are closed as I enjoy Steph working my cock. He is just as hungry as Logan, it's almost as if they need dick to live. My dick. "Damn, that feels so good," I groan, as I feel Steph's tongue running from my large, heavy nutsack to my leaking piss slit. He switches his technique every few minutes. He goes from quick flicks to slow, deep sucks, gagging occasionally, more for my enjoyment than from his inability to take me down his throat, I'm sure. I look down when I feel him release my dick. He has his phone out, and quickly hands it to me. "Take a vid of me," he says before sucking my dick back into his mouth. I stare at him dumbfounded but lay back in pleasure. I throw aside all care and decide to go for it. I focus the phone on my best friend's face as he makes a production out of sucking my dick. He slaps my cock on his face, moaning with each strike. He knows what I like, what I need. My balls are tightening as he continues stroking and sucking me. He knows I am close. "Give me that load, daddy!" He begs, his face coated in his saliva and my precum. He wraps his hand around my fat cock and starts stroking it furiously, the big head and a bit of the shaft kept in his mouth. His other hand massages my heavy, hairy balls, urging me to cum. "Fuck! I'm gonna nut! Swallow it, bitch!" I moan, my hips pushing off the couch, choking Steph slightly. I can feel my cum being released from my balls and into his eager mouth. He gags at the sheer volume of cum coating his tonsils. He coughs and my cum gushes all over his face. His eyes are closed but he looks beautiful. "Damn!" He says, taking his fingers and running it through the streaks of cum before licking it off hungrily. I am a bit out of breath, but I start to recover. What have I done?! I just told Steph my deepest, darkest secret! I need to get out of here now. I start to pull up my shorts quickly. I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it up to wipe my brow before standing up. Steph was still on his knees, locking up at me. "I'm gonna go," I say, making my way toward the door. "Really? Come on, Alex," he pleads, starting to get up. I know he can tell something is wrong. This is a pattern with us. I am a willing participant while I'm horny, but as soon as I cum, I can't leave fast enough. "I'll see you later," I call out as I reach the door. I look back at Steph, he is closing in on me and I can see the disappointment and annoyance on his face. I can't say I blame him, but I'm just not gay. Sure, this is fun, but I still only like women, right?! "Whatever. Call me when you grow some balls," Steph says, rolling his eyes and closing the door in my face. Part of me wants to knock down the door and beat his ass for talking to me this way but the other part of me knows he has a point. Either I should accept what I am doing, or I should completely stop it. Although, right now, that is definitely easier said than done. The next day, after driving Logan to school, I head to work, my head still reeling nervously over what happened last night. Would Stephen tell Logan? "Penny for your thoughts?" I hear a voice, breaking me out of my trance. "Sorry what? Oh, hey Julian," I say, looking around before spotting the mystery voice. "Hey, buddy! You look like you have a lot on your mind. I'm a good listener. What's up?" He asks, smiling warmly at me. "Uh... nothing, man. I'm good, bro. You ready to get started?" I ask, remembering he is my first client today. "Well the offer still stands, if you ever wanna chat. No pressure. Anyway, thanks again for having me. Logan and Steph seem fun to hang with. Hope it won't be the last invite," he says, noticing I don't want to dwell on it. "Yeah, they are. Alright let's get started," I say, leading the way to the gym floor, quickly changing the subject. After a few reps, he takes a break to sip some water. He is already sweating a bit and his muscles are a bit pumped. We are working chest today and I start to picture his ass bent over on the bench with me spreading his firm cheeks from behind. What the fuck is wrong with you Alex, I ask myself. "How did you know?" I ask Julian after a few seconds. I look around the gym, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "Know what...? That I am into dudes?" He asks nonchalantly, his voice was low so only I could hear him. I nod slightly, hoping no one saw or overheard. "I dunno. I guess I've always known. I realized I was turned on looking at both guys and girls. Why?" He asks, looking at me curiously. "Alex?" He says when I don't answer. "Sorry. It's nothing. Just had me thinking. It's funny dude cuz you don't look gay. You don't act gay. I dunno. Anyway, get your ass back on that bench, we're not finished yet," I say, wanting to change the subject quickly. He looks as if he wants to say something else but instead, he gets on the bench. He powers through his set, grunting as his muscles become exhausted. "You know there's no mold. We come in all different shapes, sizes, and looks. LGBT people that is. Steph doesn't look 'gay' either. We're not all prancing around in rainbow tutus singing Ariana Grande, you know," he says, re-racking his weights. I laugh slightly. I know he is right. Stephen and Julian were both men. Masculine men. Yet, they both like cock. "I know. It's just all new to me, I guess. You are pretty cool for a gay guy. Bi, I mean," I say, leading the way to another gym machine. I notice Julian isn't following me and I turn back and find him standing in the same spot looking at me, with an unamused look on his face. "What?" I ask, confused, walking back towards him. "It's one thing to be curious and it's completely another thing to be ignorant," he states, his eyes locked on mine. "What the fuck did you say?" I respond, his tone pissing me off. "I feel bad for your brother and Steph if this is how you think. You, and guys like you, are part of what's wrong with this world. This whole toxic masculinity bullshit you try to push on everyone. You think because I like dudes, I am inferior to you. Somehow that it makes me less of a man than you," he rants. My eyes are bugging out of my head. My anger begins to dissipate only to be taken over by confusion. "Huh?! What are you talking about?" I ask. "Your comment. I'm 'cool for a gay dude'. I am a man, Alex. A man who happens to like both men and women. My sexuality doesn't define who I am; it doesn't determine my masculinity. It's hurtful and ignorant to say I am 'cool' despite being gay. I am more than just my sexuality. What I enjoy and who I want to be with is my choice. Being gay doesn't make me any less 'cool' or masculine than being straight. A real man recognizes that," he explains. "Woah, dude. I didn't mean anything by it. Chill... It's just, when I think of guys liking guys, I think of... you know..." "No, I don't know," Julian responds, getting more annoyed by the minute. "You know, the faggy type of dudes," I say. "Seriously?! You have issues, dude." He laughs, attempting to calm himself. "Look, I'm not trying to be offensive!" I say, looking at him almost pleadingly. I am beginning to see why Stephen got annoyed with me after our trysts. I know it's stupid. I know it's no one's business who I fuck so why did I care so much?! "Alex?" Julian asks. "Sorry, dude. It's just, I've always thought I was... I think I...," but I can't bring myself to finish my sentence. "It's ok... I know," Julian replies quietly. I stare at him confused. Is he just joking? Does he really know!? "I don't judge, and I don't care. I just noticed how you and Stephen were around each other. Look, man, you don't have to label it. It's no one's business, but sometimes talking to a friend helps," he says, putting his hand on my shoulder. I look at him, he gives me an encouraging smile and nods. I know he's right. I fucked Logan and Steph enough times for it to be more than just a curiosity or an act of desperation. I like fucking them, a lot. Would admitting it to Julian change me? "I... I, uhm, I guess... I think... I think I like dudes, too," I confess. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well there you have it! Chapter 24! I have two more chapters planned before the story comes to a close. I hope you guys have enjoyed this journey as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Thank you all for bearing with me during these long breaks in between chapters. I appreciate all the emails and support as I power through these last few chapters. Your emails are the reason I keep writing instead of just ending the story with a "and they lived happily ever after". Keep them coming! I am working on a new story called Keeping My Promise. It will be a bit of a departure from the pervy stuff I write. Many of you know I was inspired to write by reading the story Lincoln. Upon further reading, I realized that was a replica of Joel. So KMP will be my version of that storyline. It will have similarities, but it will be 100% my work. If anyone is interested in reading the first chapter and give me some feedback, please email me and let me know. I have a few chapters written already but want to make sure it's something you all would like to read. A special thanks to the proofreaders I have had throughout this journey, but especially to hornysuckboy for being the sole editor for a majority of the series. You are amazing and I appreciate all you do for me! As always, let me know your thoughts! Alex