Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2021 09:59:17 +0000 From: Valentin Delgrado Subject: Brotherly Games, Chapter 17 Hey there! Please do not forget to make a donation to Nifty for the amazing platform they provide for both readers and writers. If you wish to contact me, you may do so by E-mail: Delgrado@hotmail.fr Or follow me on Instagram: @Despanien I would also like to thank Max Potter for the taking of his time to check my chapters as I am not a native English speaker. You can read his stories on: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#maxpotter Brotherly Games Chapter 17 If you had told me only a few months earlier that I would be sitting on a bench, freezing my arse off, for the sole purpose of watching a rugby training session, I would probably have laughed at your face. Yet again, there are a great deal of many things that I didn't exactly foresaw in the light of recent events. It was Tuesday evening, and after Tim begged me for weeks to come and watch his team train, I finally accepted. Initially, I had hoped Jean-Baptiste would accompany me, so I would at least have someone to talk to for the two hours it lasted, but no such luck. I guess I should have considered myself lucky that at least I had more than a dozen young, incredibly muscled, and wearing solely shorts and polos, rugby men to leer at. I'm not sure I shared their fondness for rolling onto the mud after sunset on a cold November evening, but they sure looked like they were having plenty of fun. I certainly wouldn't have minded the physical contact their training session implied, even though I would never admit it to Tim. Timothée would frequently look my way, nervously making sure I was paying attention and not getting too bored. To be honest, yes I was a little bored, but I made sure it wasn't too obvious. I could tell that Tim was really proud I finally came, and his boyish joy when I finally accepted made my heart melt to the core. There is no denying that Timothée was very handsome, but anytime I saw him playing rugby, I couldn't help but think that he was one of the sexiest guys alive. He was smoking hot, literally since his body was slightly steaming in the cold November night, dripping with sweat and mud. What a sight! I know I'm a perv, but I didn't expect to be that turned on by watching a simple rugby training session. I was smiling like an idiot every time Tim looked my way. Though I kept myself busy leering, I was quite pleased when the practice finally came to an end. The coach whistled and gathered his boys around him for a short briefing before dismissing them. Tim slowly walked to me, dripping with sweat and sex-appeal, panting and widely smiling at me with his mouthguard. He quickly removed his protective helmet and grabbed his mouthguard to take it off before I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. Tim smelled like sweat and wet muddy grass, but I didn't mind. As we were unabashedly making out, his teammates teasingly chuckled as they walked past us. Tim broke the kiss and looked back at me with a sly smile. "You're not too cold?" He asked me as he gauged me. "Well, I'm not the one wearing a short and a polo!" I shot back, snickering. "You must be freezing!" I pointed out worriedly. "Nah, I'm fine!" He brushed off with a hint of cockiness. "Let's hit the locker room." He then suggested. I followed him inside of the stadium and, as we reached the locker room, I sat on a bench in the corridor. Tim looked back at me with confusion. "Come on." He insisted, pointing at the locker room. "Tim... I'm not part of the team, I really shouldn't..." I started explaining. "Bullshit! No one cares!" He shot back confidently. "I'd feel like invading their private space really." I confessed coyly. Of course, by now I already knew that Tim was a stubborn little shit, so it was no surprise when he shot me a stern look and pointed at the locker room once more. "Henri!" He simply exclaimed, signifying that he wouldn't take no for an answer. I sighed with frustration and finally obeyed, following my boyfriend inside. Surely enough, I was soon surrounded by undressing athletes. Some of them were still getting undressed, but most were already buck naked in front of me. At least Tim didn't lie, and they truly looked like they couldn't give a fuck about my presence in their locker room. Unbothered, Tim walked to his backpack and unceremoniously stripped. In the blink of an eye, my boyfriend was stark naked too, as he kept chatting with me. I must say it took all the strength I had inside of me to keep my composure, and mostly to keep my perving eye from wandering around the locker room. I was, however, allowed to perv on my boyfriend, so that's what I did. I was particularly turned on by the fact that I was admiring his soft, yet massive, cock hanging low between his muscled legs. Yeah, Tim was hung like a fucking horse, and I was damn lucky to have him as a boyfriend. I was starting to get a boner right in front of all of Timothée's teammates, and although I genuinely tried to think of something else than my breathtakingly hot boyfriend and the dozen naked guys surrounding us, I failed to contain my erection. Thankfully, I was wearing an ample winter sweater that partially covered my crotch, avoiding a national embarrassment for myself. Because there were only five spots in the communal showers, not everyone could shower at the same time. Tim didn't seem to be in any kind of rush, so he kept chatting with me while absentmindedly scratching his heavy balls. "Are you okay babe?" Tim suddenly asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Hmm?" I mumbled as he stared at me thoughtfully. "Oh, yes, sure. I'm fine!" I promptly added to dissipate his doubts. He kept scrutinizing me for a few seconds and then moved on. "Do you think you could massage my left calf? I'm a little sore." He asked me with his boyish eyes, and yet the beginning of a mischievous smile. "I... uh..." I stammered, looking around us. "Well... uh... sure." I eventually accepted, my face turning a nice shade of crimson. Extremely self-conscious, I knelt in front of my naked boyfriend, sitting on the locker room bench, and took hold of his sore left calf. Tim leaned his head back, against the wall, and closed his eyes. I could tell his cock was chubbing up, although not totally hard yet. I didn't even know how to properly massage a calf, but I guess I was doing a good enough job because Tim seemed ecstatic. "Hey Henri, do you think you could massage us too?" One of Tim's teammates teasingly shouted across the locker room, triggering laughter from the guys. "Yeah, I've got a fat piece of meat you can massage if you want!" Another suddenly added. I was truly mortified and wanted nothing more than being swallowed under the ground to hide forever. Tim opened his eyes and straightened up on the bench with a mean look on his face. "Not even in your wildest dreams, Léo!" Timothée exclaimed with a serious tone. "Yeah, you should try to convince your girlfriend to touch that nasty shit before stealing Tim's boyfriend!" Another teammate shot back at the infamous Léo with a mocking snicker. Guys burst into laughter, including Léo, and Tim relaxed a little, chuckling. I put a smile on my face, even though I was still quite uncomfortable and embarrassed, and Tim leaned on me before dropping a tender kiss on my lips. "Thanks for the massage, baby. I'm feeling much better already." He told me with a faint apologetic smile. Boys being boys, I suppose. As the minutes kept passing, more and more of Tim's teammates were showered and dressed, and started saying their goodbyes before leaving. About half an hour later, Tim still didn't hit the shower, and only a handful of his teammates were still in the locker room getting dressed, and Tim was the last yet unshowered. Suddenly, three of his dripping wet teammates exited the communal showers. "Looks like it's time for us to hit the showers." He exclaimed with a shit eating smirk. "Us?" I repeated quizzically. Timothée looked back at me with a mischievous grin and I suddenly read through his lustful mind. "But I... I don't...I..." I stammered, getting slightly alarmed. "Come on..." He whispered suavely. "Wouldn't a nice warm shower with your man feel nice after a long school day?" He pleaded with his deep seducing tone. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I simultaneously found the idea appealing and scary. "I... I don't have a towel." I tried to reason. "You'll take mine, baby, I don't mind." Tim answered, knowing I was now a sitting duck, and he simply needed to pull the trigger. The beast stood up from his bench, buck naked, and offered me his hand for me to stand as well. Such a gentleman, right? Yeah, he knows how to be one when he's got something in mind, especially when it's something kinky (Not that he isn't always super sweet, of course). Once I was standing, Tim "helped" me undress with a lustful gaze, and although I shot a quick nervous glance at his teammates, they clearly were unbothered. I decided to relax and enjoy the moment. After all, I already do shower with my teammates during swimming practice, and although it felt weird at first, I quickly realised it was no big deal. As I was now standing stark naked, Tim put his hand on my lower back and gently pushed me forward, encouraging me to hit the communal shower area. I hesitantly walked there, my face completely flushed, and quickly placed myself under a shower head. I pressed the button in front of me, and the water immediately started pouring over me. The two remaining teammates in the communal showers shot me a slightly surprised and inquisitive glance, but they didn't say anything. When Tim stepped in though, the teammates exchanged looks and smiled at one another complicitly. Tim either didn't notice, or didn't care, and took the spot next to mine. I closed my eyes and let the stream of steaming hot water pour all over me. I sighed, slowly relaxing, although the scent of masculine sweat surrounding me kept assaulting my nostrils and arousing me. Suddenly, I felt something touching my lower back, almost caressing my butt cheeks. I jolted with surprise and opened my eyes. Tim was right next to me, devilishly smirking at me, and when our eyes met quickly looked in front of him and nodded towards it. I turned and saw the corner of the communal showers, where you couldn't quite be seen from the locker room. I saw the sole remaining teammate with us in the shower looking at us with a questioning smile, as if he were saying "Nah, they wouldn't dare, would they?", and myself thought "Well, why the fuck not after all!". As Timothée gently nudged me to encourage me to walk, I complied and headed to the spot under the shower head that was in the corner. My boyfriend followed me with a lustful glare, and his teammate looked at us with a mixt of indignation and amusement. When I pushed the button in front of me, consequently activating the shower head, Tim's tall body was suddenly pressed against my back. Soon, he was effectively pinning me against the white tile wall. "Tim! Stop!" I giggled playfully before turning back, facing him. His cock was getting bigger by the minute. "I can't help myself." He murmured seducingly. "You're so fucking sexy babe..." He told me before diving in my neck and covering it with wet kisses. "You're going to have to pay for my therapist, Lafargue!" His teammate joked as he was rinsing his hair from the shampoo. "Fucking horn dog cannot keep it in his pants!" He then added towards the guys getting dressed in the locker room. "What pants?" Tim shot back cheekily. "That's the upside of being gay, you can bring your boyfriend in here without the coach going ballistic on you!" Some guy exclaimed from the locker room, triggering laughter from the others. Tim was laughing too, only he had his eyes locked on mine, and he was high with lust. Tim then resumed kissing me, making out with me as his massive cock stabbed me in the stomach, before assaulting my ear with his tongue. Fuck, the guy clearly knew what he was doing, and soon I was rock hard too. Every single objection to the obvious indecency and inappropriateness of our behaviour melted under my boyfriend's lips, and soon I was containing moans and clenching Tim's powerful arms and shoulders for balance. When the chatting and laughers from the locker room subsided, Timothée became increasingly more aggressive in his ways to kiss me, and I knew he was in the mood for some rough kinky sex. "Get on your knees, faggot!" He instructed me with a commanding tone, while still not speaking louder than a whisper. Without knowing, or caring to know, if there were still some of his teammates in the locker room, I obeyed. Tim looked down at me with a mean smirk as I grabbed his rock-hard cock and aimed it at my expecting pink lips. Finally, after what felt like hours of foreplay and public flirting, I engulfed my man's fat cock. Immediately after, Tim's large hand grabbed a fistful of my hair from the back of my head and pressed me further on his throbbing shaft. He pushed me on his massive dick until my nose was pressed against his pubes. Laboriously, I managed not to throw up there and then, and Tim grunted animalistically. He pulled on my hair, effectively getting most of his cock out of my mouth, before brutally thrusting it back inside of my velvet throat. I couldn't stop from gagging and choking, but Tim didn't seem to care about the loud and unambiguous noise we were both making. Well, it was his teammates after all, and as we say in France, "No one gets to be more royalist than the king himself" (Meaning that no one should care more than the first concerned do). So, if Tim didn't care, I wouldn't either. Deepthroating my boyfriend's meat was monopolizing my whole attention anyway. "Fuck, you're so hot babe!" Tim grunted between his gritted teeth. "So fucking sexy!" I moaned and nodded back in appreciation, locking my eyes on his, and communication all my adoration and submissiveness to this guy I fucking loved. I kept bobbing up and down his shaft, covering his heavy balls with spit as it poured from the corners of my mouth. After a while of this ruthless treatment, Tim finally yanked me off his cock. My rest was short lived, though, since my boyfriend quickly grabbed me under the armpit and pulled me on my feet. In the blink of an eye, I was pinned face first against the white tiled wall. Tim's lips dropped a ferocious kiss right next to my earlobe and I felt his spit-lubed cock press against my still tight pussy. I took a deep breath and his cockhead forcefully slipped inside of me. I gasped and winced in pain, and Tim covered my neck with lustful kisses. He kept mumbling "Fuck... fuck... oh fuck..." under his breath, reaching orgasmic levels of pleasure. As my moans were getting loud, Tim muffled them with one of his large hands, covering my mouth. "Shh baby!" Tim chuckled cockily. "I know you like your man's cock, but we have to keep it down." He whispered half-mockingly. Yeah, right... I should perhaps fuck his ass, so he'd have a better idea of how easy it is to actually stay discreet while being pounded, especially by such a large cock. Although he asked me to be quiet, the bastard actually increased the pace, inescapably triggering more moans and whimpering from his little faggot of a boyfriend. I knew he was getting off on this, even more than I was. The mere possibility of being caught turned me on, actually being caught was what turned Tim on. In addition to the high-pitched noises that involuntarily escaped me, the showers were filled with the unmistakable sound of my boyfriend's mighty balls slapping against my smooth butt. Personally, I fucking loved this sound, but I was forced to admit that it was indecently loud. I was too far gone to care though. With his right hand, Tim encircled my throat and lifted up my chin to give himself better access to my neck, slightly choking me in the process. With his left hand, he was furiously jerking me off, getting me closer to an impending mighty orgasm with every passing seconds. I seriously wondered how someone with so little experience with sex could be so skilled. This smoking hot teenager was driving me crazy with lust, pushing me further with every passing day, corrupting the innocent boy I was (Yeah, sure... innocent my ass!). Timothée's fat cock was relentlessly rubbing my prostate, sending waves of pleasure washing through my body. His grunts were getting deeper and deeper, and his hand was clamping my throat tighter. I was getting dangerously close when suddenly. "Is anyone still in here?" A voice called from somewhere in the locker room. "Yeah coach, it's me!" Tim answered with a deep hoarse voice. Shit, I painfully gulped and turned white as a ghost. "I'm in the shower!" He added while still fucking me. "Tim!" I lamented in a barely audible whisper as he kept pounding my pussy ferociously. I tried to stop him, and slightly turned my face to shoot him a half panicked, half disapproving glare, but he simply smirked back at me. "Don't worry, the coach is not allowed in the showers." Timothée whispered back in my ear mischievously. "What's taking you so long, son?" The coach inquired with an admonishing tone. I was truly mortified and closed my eyes in shame. A shame my boyfriend seemingly didn't share. "Nothing!" He snickered. "Just making sure I'm thoroughly nice and clean!" He devilishly lied. While talking with his coach who was in the next room, Tim kept jerking me off faster. I was loosing my mind, on the verge of an orgasm I really didn't want to get until his coach got the fuck out of there. "Hurry up, will you, I need to lock behind you!" The coach grumbled moodily. "Yes coach, I'm almost done!" Tim answered, audibly panting. There was no fucking way his coach didn't suspect that he was at least jerking off, if not correctly guessing he was fucking his boyfriend's pussy. Tim didn't lie though, he was indeed almost done, mostly thanks to me. I couldn't hold on any longer and so I cummed in a long moan that I painfully repressed through my gritted teeth. Tim's hand was coated with my load as my hole was twitching, gripping his cock like a vice. It was all it took for Tim to unload inside of me and reach orgasm. The hand that was choking me forced me to turn my head and as he was filling me with jizz, he French kissed me. His kiss turned more tender as his orgasm subsided. I was catching up on my breath, so I had to break the embrace. Our eyes met, and we exchanged a complicit look before almost simultaneously bursting into laughter. "Jeez, that was wild!" Timothée exclaimed when he stopped laughing. He slowly pulled his deflating cock out of me and we quickly rinsed with shower gel. A few minutes later, we were getting dressed in a hurry and soon to be on our way out of the locker room. The coach was at the other end of the corridor, speaking to what I presumed was the stadium janitor, and shot Tim a disapproving glare when he exited the locker room. When he caught the sight of me, following my boyfriend outside, his expression instantly changed. I had the terrible feeling that he suddenly understood what was actually going on when he checked on us earlier. We left the stadium and Tim was joyfully chatting as we made our way to the subway station. I was still in a daze from the whole thing, but I felt good nonetheless, just a little distracted. "Are you hungry?" Tim asked me as we jumped into the subway. "I'm fucking starving!" He quickly added before I could answer. "Yes, I'm definitely hungry too!" I confessed with a smirk. "But I can't be back home too late, I don't want my brother to be pissed off." I pointed out. Tim rolled his eyes, annoyed that I'd let my brother be a somehow parental figure, but knew better than to say anything. "Let's grab a Kebab then." Tim said. "It will be quick, and I kinda feel like it anyway." "Ok!" I promptly accepted. He leaned on me and dropped a peck on my lips. I blushed, unsettled to be kissed in the subway, and quickly looked around us. Most didn't notice, but one or two guys shot us a death stare, although Tim didn't pay attention. "Have you ever... uh... been in a fight?" I tentatively asked, cautious not to assume anything. He looked back at me with an inquisitive gaze and raised his eyebrow before shrugging. "Yeah... happened sometimes." Tim answered with a casual tone. "Why?" He asked me defensively. "I was just curious." I quickly brushed off. "At least one of us can fight!" I pointed out with a sly smile. Tim suddenly straightened up and browsed the subway with his eyes, suspiciously looking for whatever made me think of that. "Babe, if anyone ever even thought of raising their dirty hands on you, I'd break every single bone in both of their arms." Timothée declared with a serious tone. I blushed, both deeply flattered and slightly worried about this unabashed expression of violence. "Well, let's hope we never have to come to that point then." I coyly mumbled back, looking at my feet. Once we exited the subway, Tim dragged me straight to the Capitole square, near which the "best kebab of Toulouse" was located, according to Tim. I couldn't tell you, I'm not that much of a kebabivore to be honest. Still, I must admit that it tasted pretty good. My usually so talkative boyfriend was religiously silent as he devoured his super large kebab, and I chuckled to myself, mesmerised by this impressive sight. After he was done, he pulled me to him and tried to kiss me. I giggled like a boy and managed to avoid his lips at the last moment. "Tim!" I lamented while still giggling. "My breath smells like garlic and onion now!" I protested with a cheeky smile. He tightened his embrace and tried to kiss me once again, this time successfully. "I don't give a shit baby!" He eventually answered after our lips parted. "It could smell like sewers and I would kiss you all the same!" Tim added mischievously. "Eew! Gross!" I immediately shot back playfully. "And... romantic at the same time?" I then pointed out, widely grinning. "That's all me, grossly romantic!" Tim playfully joked before dropping several kisses on my lips to prove his point while I giggled and pretended to resist his assaults. "I love you!" I eventually whispered, completely forgetting we were out in the busy streets of Toulouse, being side glanced by passers-by, as we displayed our teenage romance for everyone to see. Neither of us seemed to care though, and Tim looked at me with a mixt of tenderness and pride. "I love you too baby." He answered, pressing the tip of his nose against mine and browsing his hand in my hair. "Ok, let's go before your brother lashes out at me again!" Tim suggested with a cheeky smirk. I sighed, not wanting this evening to end, and nodded. It turned out we were both worried for no reason at all because no one was expecting us in my house. Neither my brother, nor my parents were there. Dad left a note on the fridge, unusually announcing that they wouldn't be back until the next day, even though they had just come back from a 4-days-long weekend the previous evening. Tim, who accompanied me back inside to greet my parents, saw the disappointed look on my face and shot me a sympathetic glance. I was kind of pissed at my parents to be honest, and although I was the one to be supposed to ask for my brother's permission, I still thought it would have been nice if he told me he was going to be out that night. I then did something I almost never do, I tried to call my brother on the phone. I just wanted to know if he was coming back anytime soon and if he wanted me to prepare him something to eat. Okay, maybe I also wanted to know where the fuck he was, give me a break. No answer, after waiting for a few seconds I was redirected to his voicemail. I didn't leave him a message and just sighed with exasperation. I was kind of bummed by the constant lack of communication in this "family" of ours, but whatever. I suggested to Tim that we watch a movie together before he heads off to his, and he eagerly accepted. I prepared a little snack from the kitchen and then joined the beast on the couch, where I snuggled against him as he picked a movie on Netflix. Honestly, I was about to doze off, as I always seem to do when we watch a movie with Tim snuggled against him, when I received a message. I got my phone out of my pocket and opened WhatsApp, where the message was from. It was from George, who virtually never texted me, so my heart jumped in my chest, and I was suddenly wide awake. He had sent me a video, and I quickly opened it. The beginning was all black, so there was no way to know what it was before opening it, but it soon changed. Fatiah was being recorded sucking my brother's cock, who was apparently lying on a bed. The legend that my brother wrote simply said "Busy", as an answer to my phone call I assumed. My heart sank to my stomach, and I turned paler than the moon. I panickedly shut the video, but not before Tim could catch a glimpse of it. He immediately straightened up on the couch and shot me a confused glance. "You're watching porn?" He asked me, frowning in surprise. "Wait, was that... is some dude sexting you?" He suddenly inquired as I could see anger building up inside of him. "No... I mean... it's not really..." I hesitantly stammered, reaching new levels of embarrassment I never thought existed. "Are you cheating on me, Henri?" Tim almost shouted. "What the fuck? Give me that phone!" He commanded me with an angry mean look on his face. "No!" I quickly refused. "It's really not what you think Tim, I swear!" I tentatively explained. "If it's not what I think then give me that phone and fucking prove it!" He challenged me, quickly losing his temper. "I can't..." I timidly refused again. If he weren't already, now he definitely was pissed off. He jumped out of the couch and began walking out of the living room. "I'm fucking out of here!" He shouted infuriated. "No! Tim!" I pleaded with a high-pitched voice before catching up on him. "Please, I swear I'm not cheating!" I insisted before leaning on the main door to get in his way. Tears were building up in my eyes and I felt the situation getting out of control. I simply couldn't lose him. "Give me that phone and prove it, or we're done!" He threatened with a voice that poorly dissimulated his rage and disappointment. He was clearly not believing me, and I was left with a very tough choice. I could either not show him the phone and he would most likely dump my ass, believing I was cheating on him, or I could show him the phone and he'd know that George had texted me a video of his dick being sucked. Both options seemed incredibly risky and could go terribly wrong, but I loved Tim so much that I grabbed my phone, unlocked it, and handed it to him, sobbing. He snatched the phone from my hand and immediately opened WhatsApp. He scrolled through my conversations and couldn't find any "guy" that would be suspicious so he was getting frustrated. "Where is it?" He asked me angrily. "The video you were looking at, where is it?" He insisted, shooting me a death stare. "It was from my brother." I confessed defeatedly. The look on his face was priceless, between utter confusion and disbelief. He immediately opened the conversation with George and, sure enough, found the infamous video. "I... I really don't know why... I mean... I think he's just doing that to be an asshole and..." I stuttered as Tim watched the video. "Holy shit!" Timothée exclaimed. He then burst into laughter and re-watched the video. "He's got a nice dick!" He commented as his mood had considerably changed for the best. "Tim!" I lamented, tears still pouring down my cheeks. He quickly turned my phone off and handed it back to me with a guilty expression on his face. He sighed and pulled me in his arms. "I'm sorry baby..." He whispered as my cries subsided against his chest. "I know I should have trusted you." He added with a soft voice. "But I couldn't exactly have guessed that your brother would send you something like that!" He pointed out, justifying his angry reaction. He then started laughing and I broke the embrace to shoot him a death stare. "It's not funny!" I protested vigorously. "My brother got a weird sense of humour, and he probably thought it would be a smart way to come back at me for the video of us Vianney showed him!" I explained accusingly. Yeah, I know, I was a fucking hypocrite to act all pissed off and upset at seeing my brother's cock in front of Tim, but I still had this "don't act suspicious" alarm in my head. I reacted the way I thought I would genuinely have if I was not a fucked up incestuous brother. It looked like it worked, and I was immensely relieved. I recalled this time at the nightclub, when George came to dance with me, and I started freaking out, thinking that other people around us would unmask the truth about us. My brother then told me that no one would ever think that we were actually lovers, because people thought things like that never happened in real life. I guess he was right, because Tim really seemed clueless, even when suspicious stuff happened right in front of his fucking face. "Yeah... maybe." Tim answered pensively before displaying a shit eating smirk. "Well, you have to acknowledge that it IS a smart way to get back at you!" He said mischievously. I rolled my eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Aw, come on baby! It's not such a big deal!" Tim insisted. "It's not the first cock you've seen!" He sneered with another of his cocky chuckles. "Let's finish the movie, and never mention this story ever again, shall we?" I suggested, locking my eyes in his with a commanding tone of my own. "Yes, Sir!" Tim promptly accepted before putting his arm under my butt and lifting me in his arms as I yelped with surprise. He carried me back to the couch as I laughed and symbolically protested. We finished the movie, at least theoretically since I didn't watch a second of it. I was far too busy cuddling, kissing and browsing my boyfriend's body with my hands. However, as I kept worshiping Timothée's perfect body, I couldn't get rid of my brother's cock picture, constantly popping in my head. I was both green with jealousy and terribly aroused, as Fatiah was dutifully taking care of George's meat. I tried to resist my urges, but they were too strong, so I did what I could to satisfy them. Without asking or checking with him if it was okay anyhow, I opened my boyfriend's fly, and fished his massive manhood out of it. It still had the faintest scent of my own pussy from the pounding he gave me in the locker room showers, but otherwise smelled like shower gel, and Tim. Yes, it also smelled like my man's scent, and god knows how much I loved it. Timothée didn't seem to mind that I took the initiative to take care of his cock, for he loudly grunted as I engulfed his quickly inflating dick to the root. Soon enough, his cock reached full mast as I kept bobbing up and down on it, repositioning myself on the couch to lie on my stomach, my head just above his lap. Tim grabbed a fistful of my hair and used me as a living fleshlight, face-fucking the living lights out of me for all he was worth. As my nose was against his pubes, his hand browsed my back up to my butt crack. He rubbed my hole with his fingertips, increasing my already over the roof pleasure, and I moaned like a bitch, his cock twitching deep inside of my throat. I pulled off from his cock and gave his balls the special attention they deserved, licking, sucking, and swallowing the big egg-sized balls one by one. "Film me!" I impulsively exclaimed. "What?" Tim asked, unsure he heard me correctly. "Grab my phone and record your fag of a boyfriend taking care of your meat!" I commanded with a devilish and lustful smirk. Tim didn't need to be told twice, he grabbed my phone and handed it to me so I could unlock it before handing it back to him, and seconds later pointed the camera at me. Reinvigorated by the camera pointed at me, I resumed the treatment I was giving Tim, and made a point of being extra-slutty. I unabashedly deepthroated him, gagging like a whore, kissed his cock-head with puppy eyes staring at the camera, licked his balls while arching my back. Tim turned bold and loudly slapped my ass. I kept arching my back provokingly, inviting his hands to hit my butt cheeks again, and so he did. "Fucking hell!" He grunted. "Suck that fat fucking cock baby!" "Cum in my face baby please!" I begged with a boyish voice. "Yeah?" He asked, both surprised and obviously turned on. "I'm going to repaint your faggot face babe!" He grabbed me by the hair and got me on my knees in front of the couch before standing up in front of me. He jerked off in front of my expecting face, still pointing the camera straight at me. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out submissively. He loudly smacked his cock on my tongue and sighed with blissful orgasmic pleasure. My hands were caressing his balls as he was jerking off. I suddenly slipped one of my hands from his taint to his crack and touched his virgin hole. He was sweaty, so I got bold and gently pushed my fingertip inside of him, immediately sending him over the edge. I knew I should have closed my eyes, but I wanted to put on the best possible show for the camera, so I didn't. His first rope of cum landed right on my forehead and nose, in the middle of my face. He then painted my cheeks, tongue, chin and left eye. He turned the camera off and immediately collapsed on the couch. "Holy shit!" Timothée panted before nervously chuckling. I was about to reach for the tissue box when Tim grabbed me under the armpits and pulled me to the couch, effectively sitting me on his lap. His cum was dripping from my face all over his body, but he didn't seem to care or mind. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me for a full make-out session with him. His tongue tasted his own cum from my lips, and he painstakingly lapped it from my face. It was so hot the way he wasn't grossed out by his own cum at all. Tim threw me on my back on the couch and stood up. He fully undressed and climbed on top of me. His ass straddled my face, and I immediately knew what he expected me to do. I brought my tongue to his tight virgin hole and began lapping and sucking his ass. However, something I didn't expect to happen was Timothée leaning over my body and swallowing my cock. I almost hit his face with my knee when I felt his mouth engulf my cock. I had always kind of assumed that sucking me would be far too faggy for my manly boyfriend to do, but it seemed that I was wrong (Yeah, I know, I need to get my head out of the middle age.). I was on cloud nine. Eating my boyfriend's ass while he was sucking my cock and consequently receiving my first ever blowjob. Timothée's semi hard cock was hanging on my chest, as my head was bobbing up and down between his butt cheeks, tongue-fucking him. I was moaning and grunting when suddenly my cockhead slipped inside of Tim's throat, triggering his gag reflex. The feeling was simply too good to be true, and although I knew I was a bottom at heart, I felt the exquisite pleasure of being a top, understanding for the first time the amazing feelings I was usually giving Tim or my brother. "You like this babe?" Tim asked me with a deep hoarse voice. "Huh-uh!" I simply mumbled with my face still deep between his muscled butt cheeks. Tim then grabbed my cock and began jerking me off as he licked my balls. I couldn't help but yelp a little, as I felt the ticklish sensation of his tongue on my smooth ball-sac. I was already gradually becoming dangerously close to a mighty orgasm, but when Tim slipped a finger in my pussy as he engulfed once more my throbbing cock, I just lost it. A torrent of cum must have flooded Timothée's mouth as my whole body jerked in orgasmic spasms, a long guttural moan escaping my mouth, muffled against his hole. As my orgasm subsided, Tim straightened up and turned over on the couch. He leaned over me and pulled me for a kiss but, when I parted my lips to welcome his tongue, he shared my cum with me. We kept making out for a long time, swapping my load between the two of us, our sweaty bodies rubbing against one another. "That was hot!" Tim pointed out after breaking the embrace. "It truly was, thank you baby!" I promptly answered with a tender smile. "Jeez, don't thank me! Now I feel like a whore!" He jokingly answered with a giggle. I joined him in laughter, thinking that it wouldn't be so surprising that I'd have to pay to have such a wonderful boyfriend. I'm sure the price would be worth it anyway, but I refrained from sharing these thoughts with him. When Tim left my house, I was both spent and beaming for I had just spent a magical evening. I was definitely going to watch his rugby training sessions more often from that moment on, I thought. I headed to the kitchen and started preparing a pie for the next day, knowing we would be starving when coming back from the Lyceum for lunch. Jean-Baptiste would be there, and we had planned to spend the afternoon together, going to the cinema, shopping downtown, eating ice cream, the usual routine of our outings in the historical centre. I was more than happy when, after the pie was cooked and stored in the fridge, I was finally able to collapse on the bed. It had been a long exhausting day, although filled with excitement and pleasure. However, despite this crazy sex-marathon that Tim and I went through mere hours earlier, I was still incredibly horny. I couldn't exactly tell you why, but George's cock kept popping up in my head, preventing me from falling asleep. My best efforts to ignore my urges were proven useless. As an act of surrender to my deep and dark self, I grabbed my phone and played the video my brother sent me. I hated myself for it, not just because I didn't think I could ever come to term with that taboo incestual desire, but also because it triggered my pathologic jealousy, and both exited me and revolted me to see someone else servicing the one I considered to be mine and mine only. Soon, anger overpowered lust, and although I was fuming, I couldn't stop replaying the video again and again. What did my brother expect while sending me this video? Arouse me? Provoke me? Anger me? Maybe all of them at once, or maybe he didn't even care how I'd react, it wasn't his problem, after all. Well, I decided it was time for George to get a taste of his own medicine. I browsed my files and quickly found the video Tim just filmed, showing my skilful worship of my boyfriend's fat cock in the living room. My head bobbing up and down on Timothée's fat meat right where my brother usually sat when he played his PS4. Yeah, that would do. I pressed the send button and watched as the video browsed in the WhatsApp chat. I almost instantly regretted it. Anger was dissolved into apprehension, and I wondered how my brother would react. I kept checking the conversation, but he didn't even see the message yet. I deeply sighed and closed my eyes. What a fucking moron I was, I thought. Slowly, I managed to drift off to sleep, and a few minutes later, I was peacefully asleep on my bed. I woke up in the middle of the night. First, I thought it was because of the thunderstorm, but I then heard noises coming from the stairs. I groggily got off the bed and opened my door, catching the sight of my brother painfully staggering up the stairs. He was quite visibly completely shit faced, but he was also soaking wet from the torrential rain outside. "And here comes Spielberg!" George sneered with a deeply intoxicated tone. "Are you done filming your masterpiece in the living room?" He added with a hint of reproach. "That's rich, coming from you!" I retorted curtly before rushing in the stairs to help him out. "No! Noo..." He stammered drunkenly. "Yours was really... wow! I was mersersm... msemserm... mersmar... uh..." "Mesmerised?" I suggested, raising my eyebrows. "You've got that right brainy Henri!" He exclaimed with a mocking snicker. "Always here to help your retard of a brother!" "I've never said that!" I pointed out defensively. "Nah... you're too kind, too perfect, you wouldn't dare say something inappropriate, now would you?" He mumbled as I escorted him to his bedroom. "You're drunk." I stated, mostly for myself, to attenuate the pain of being verbally humiliated by my brother. "Fucking right I am, Sherlock!" He confirmed with a chuckle. Once we were in his bedroom, I started undressing him. His clothes were completely damp, and they stuck to his skin when I peeled them off him. George just stood there, looking at me with a mean smirk on his face, as I undressed him. I tossed his pullover by his door, and then his shirt and t-shirt. When he was finally shirtless, I kneeled in front of him and started unlacing his shoes before taking them off his feet. Obviously, my brother was enjoying the attention, and his bulge was growing by the minute. When I started unbuttoning his jeans' fly, my brother chuckled cockily and looked down at me with a mixt of contempt and lust. "I guess you liked my video after all." He sneered. I shot him a death stare, unamused by his mean arrogant mood. "Timothée certainly did!" I responded calmly. "When I had to show him because he thought I was cheating on him with some dude that sent me sextos." I explained, locking my eyes with George's. I hoped to see a sparkle on his eyes, something that meant that he suddenly realised how stupid he had been and how terrible it could have ended, but no such luck. "Yeah, I'm sure he did!" George answered, seemingly very proud. "You think I could get this fag to suck my cock?" He asked me provocatively. I had enough, I definitely hated when George was drunk, which meant extra-mean and extra-cocky. "Sometimes you're really a fucking asshole George!" I snapped as I stood up. "Aw... so, no head?" My brother mocked with a fake high-pitched voice. I snorted with disbelief and shook my head in pure contempt for his attitude. "Did I hurt your feelings?" He added, trying to sound seductive, and poorly succeeding. "Fuck off!" I shot back before storming out of his bedroom and slamming the door behind me. **** If you want to send me comment, questions, or just want to chat about the Story, feel free to add me on Instagram: Despanien Or send me an E-mail: Delgrado@hotmail.fr Also, I mentioned some recipes in this story, and I wanted to tell you that I translated them into English, and you are able to find them here: https://maxrpotter.blogspot.com/