Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2021 22:43:52 -0700 (MST) From: Ash Hunter Subject: The Unknown Wager - Part 1 This story is a work of fiction. Characters may be inspired by people or fantasies in my life but have in no way actually occurred, with name and location changes as needed. I'm also Canadian, so I will be referencing many Canadian words, but will try and Americanize the grammar. As a first-time writer, I would love any comments, critiques, questions, suggestions, or pictures (even videos ;) ) that you deem necessary. Help me become a better author and inspire me with anything you think would work. You can also find me on Twitter! @hunter_writing If you enjoy the stories at nifty.org please consider making a donation to keep the archive running! There is a huge body of work available to suit every taste. Please support nifty.org if you can. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Story B for Brothers "Wait. I don't . I can't do this. It's too," I was suddenly cut off by Birch's mouth against mine. My mouth, already open from trying to speak, was filled with his tongue. I could feel his stubble as my words were lost in another passionate kiss. I moaned, almost cried, into his mouth as I was penetrated. Being pushed into Birch's muscled chest, I almost passed out. I've never felt pain like this but it gave way to a pleasure I've never felt either . ***** "So, what's your favorite cult movie?" I watched his dark eyes as he mulled over the question and ate another mouthful of poutine. It was our fourth hang out since we matched on Tinder. We were close to wrapping up lunch at the mall food court and about to head out, so I just decided to go over some of the more basic questions. Birch refused to talk about movies, music, books, or anything generic like that on Tinder or text until we talked about them in person first, so I jumped at the chance here. Though watching him consider the question made me lose myself in his looks. Birch was such a classically handsome man that I still felt like I was about to be catfished, even after meeting several times. I even still hesitate to call any of these hang outs a date, even though he himself specifically called all of them dates. He has a great jawline which was stubbled with a perfect 5 o'clock shadow. Dark brown eyes that sparkled with mischief and seemed to lighten when he laughed, and as I found out on hang out number three, they darkened when he was lustful. As we were just doing lunch while we were on break, he was in a perfectly fitted light blue button-down shirt, with the top button open exposing a whisper of chest hair and dark slacks that seems to accentuate his six-foot two height while highlighting everything in his pants perfectly. He wasn't a body builder but his body was obviously muscled as he moved, and his pictures from last summer on his Tinder profile showed a level of not quite ripped, but perfectly fit. Of course, after the last meeting, though I didn't get to see him in all of his naked glory, I could say his uncut cock and large balls were the perfect icing on the cake. Biggest dick I've ever tasted at eight and a half inches: I could barely get it in my mouth and I almost choked out on it. I had spent the better part of an hour working it down my throat. My tongue worked the cock head under his foreskin. I grasp down his pulsating shaft to his testicle s and cleaned the day's salty taste with my tongue while jacking him off. Uncut guys are great for hand jobs, the foreskin acted as a lube, so as long as you don't pull too hard on it, it feels amazing. Hearing him moan, while feeling his cock twitch in my hands and mouth, was one of the hottest sounds I've ever heard. He parked near my home as his moaning got louder as he drove , turning from a moan to a deep rumbling sound, almost a growl . Eventually, when I could feel his nuts starting to contract, he took a more dominate role: taking me by the hair and fucking my face. I had gotten more accustomed to his size and girth but when he was in charge, he was rough. My eyes had tears in them and spots dancing in front of them before he pulled me up, so just the tip was on my lips and I gasped for breath. Six thick loads fired into my eager mouth, coating it, and making me swallow in surprised pleasure. His load tasted amazing too, just the right kind of salty sweet, I'm glad he let me taste it. I was even impressed when, after he dominated my mouth, he drove a bit closer to my home and pulled into the alley behind my complex to return the favor: his tongue equally talented at speaking, kissing, and working a rock-hard cock. He just moaned onto my cock, which is on its own one of the hottest feelings, when I took his head in my hands and fucked his handsome face right back. Most guys like him just hang around to get their rocks off, so I was expecting to be ghosted. I definitely did not expect to be blown back and get a kiss goodnight where I could taste his seed on my tongue and my seed on his at the same time. I definitely did not expect a text the next day asking for a lunch date before he was gone for a week on business. "Tremors." Birch said returning me to the conversation at hand. "I think it counts as a cult classic. 90's monster horror with Kevin Bacon? I have the full series, at least up to the fifth movie on Blu-ray." He added with a chuckle. "I've heard of it; it was one of those random movies that was on late night a lot. Didn't look that great though so I never sat through and watched it." I smirked at him. He was one of those people who guys, and girls, normally always agree with just to stay in his good graces. It's hard to say no or argue with him but it's definitely fun to tease him. Even if, in the end, I give into whatever he wants. "Well, I guess you're entitled to your wrong opinion," He said thoughtfully, "but you should let me prove to you that it deserves it's rank as the best cult classic B-movie. Come over to my place next week when I get back. We can have some drinks and I'll blow your mind." His darkening eyes let me know the offer was for more than just having my mind blown. "Yeah, that'd be great. What about your brother though?" I asked. Birch had mentioned his brother several times, they shared the separate basement suite at their father's house. "I'll let Braxton know to find something else to do that night with this girlfriend Lexa. It'll just be us." Flashing a sultry and inviting smile before glancing at his watch. "Got to jet though, I'll talk to you about it later and we'll hammer out the plans this week while I'm gone. It'll be worth the wait. Walk with me back to my car?" I smiled and stood up and we walked to his car in a comfortable silence. As soon as we got to his car and he opened his door, I was suddenly pinned to the side of the car by Birch's big hands and found his lips urgently pushing against mine. As I started kissing back, his hands let me go. One braced against his car and the other was rubbing my dick through my jeans. I gasped and he broke the kiss with a cocky grin. He swung his hand behind me and cupped my ass as I looked at him. His kiss and touch had me rock hard and a quick glance down to his crotch showed that he was just as into this kiss as I was, but his hand still on my ass made me think that I should be ready for anything next time. "See you in a week." Another quick peck on my cheek and pinch of my ass he got into his car and took off. After he left, I walked to my own car, and pulled out Tinder to sw ipe through his profile again. We didn't use it much to talk anymore but I liked going back and looking through his pictures, and there were several, each one sexy in its own way. One in a business suit similar to his current one but with a red shirt. Another around a campfire with friends and a craft beer in hand. At the beach in his board shorts, looking like a bronze skinned god with a million-dollar smile. Finally, the last couple pictures were of him and his brother on the beach. They weren't exactly twins, but they could easily pass for it. Braxton was born in February and Birch was born in November of the same year. Birch said their grandpa called them Irish twins. They had identical physiques, height, and confident auras that came through the pictures; but where Birch had dark eyes, a more professional demeanor, and dark hair, Braxton had his hair dyed a dark forest green, with sea green eyes, and had a more indie look going on . I switched back to the pictures of just Birch, smiled, and then headed back to work . ***** It was finally the night Birch was back. He messaged me and asked me to come over after 8:00 PM just in comfy sweats or PJS. Braxton had a date with his girlfriend Lexa and would be gone all night, so Birch had the movies, dr inks, and snacks ready for us. He was just getting home, so he promised some light snacks that night and a big breakfast if I'd stay the night. I was a little hesitant as I had to stay up late the previous night to finish some work and hadn't eaten too much that day, but he must have sensed my hesitation since he sent me a Snapchat, asking me to come over again w hile he was shirtless, I ended up answering yes without even thinking about it. It had been a long week. As I was getting ready, I remembered the kiss and how dark and lustful his eyes got at lunch last week, so I made sure that I was ready for whatever he had planned. Took a nice long shower, getting fully clean, brushed my teeth, and looked in the mirror. My reflection looked b ack at me with pale blue eyes. And rivulets of water spilling from my brown hair. I wasn't quite in the same league as Birch but I did like what I saw. Arguably my most prominent feature was my deep swimmers V plunging i nto my towel and lightly defined chest. Turning slightly, I made sure my booty was still nice and plump. Birch had big hands and I wants to make sure my ass would fill them. I got to his place and parked on the street. I grabbed the bottle of Zinfandel I brought, I hated going anywhere empty handed, and walked around back to his and Braxton's entryway and knocked on the door. It took him a minute but he answered in a sleeveless t-shirt and loose dark sweats: showing off his biceps and bulge respectively. With a dark-eyed sparkle and big smile he let me in, closed the door behind me, and immediately pushed me against the door. I barely held onto the wine bottle as he kissed me deeply; his kiss turned my legs and arms to jelly. As a moan escaped me, he stepped back. "There, that should take care of any first night over ice-breaking." He smirked at me and brought me into his shared suite. It was a big single room comprised of the living area, complete with a couch and two reclining armchairs on either side of a coffee table with a huge TV taking up part of the wall, standing lamps beside both r ecliners, and a dining room that featured a lovely dark wood cabinet filled with various alco hols in front of a matching table with four chairs. Around the corner to the right was a kitchen and to the left a little hallway with two rooms on either side and the bathroom at end. It was a nice little set up. He was obviously pretty close with his brother Braxton and his parents. They had a wall dedicated to family pictures and outings as brothers: covered in mud and running a marathon together, doing polar dip, a three-legged race (beer bottles in hand), and striking poses at the beach. Birch had more defined pecs and biceps but Braxton has what looked like an eight pack of solid abs , both of their swimsuits were clearly filled, so I couldn't help but wonder how close the rest of them looked. Braxton had a few pictures of just him and a surprisingly plain, though still cute, red head who must have been Lexa. Birch drew my attention back as he popped open the wine I had brought with a flourish and led us to the couch where he already had some chips, dip, and a veggie spread on the table. There was another bottle of wine on the table too. Clearly this was going to be a relaxing night. He turned off the lights, which plunged us into near total darkness, and dropped onto the couch with his arm on the back of it and picked up the remote. "Do you watch movies standing or are you going to join me?" He smiled. I could only roll my eyes as I sat next to him. His well-muscled arm immediately dropped from the couch onto my shoulders, pulling me into his warm body , as he hit play. His arm kept me firmly by his side, no complaints there, while his free hand gently stroked my chest. It was pretty distracting, he had on an intoxicatingly spicy cologne and the wine was really hitting the spot. I wasn't normally a lightweight but I'd been on a pretty long dry stretch and was tired from being up late the previous night, so the wine hit me hard and fast. Soon I was curled right up to him with o ne hand rubbing his thigh and the other holding my wine glass, which Birch made sure was full. We powered through both bottles of wine as the movie progressed. The protagonists were on horseback for some reason, going for help from the monsters, when my thigh rubbing finally had worked its way up to Birch's hard cock. I decided to play with him a little bit . I set my wine glass down and laid down on the couch, head in his lap. I could feel the warmth of his cock through his sweats and gently rubbed my face around on it. His hand, no longer around my shoulders , had dropped to my torso, sliding under my shirt and gently holding me in place. I turned my head lightly and gently took the throbbing shaft in my mouth, letting my teeth run over it for friction, knowing his sweats would protect it from any actual biting. His hand had worke d under my waist band and his thumb was slowly swirling my precum over my cockhead. I was just dragging my mouth up the shaft, working towards his waistband to really get the night started, listening to Birch's breathing quicken with passion and feeling my heart beating wildly in my chest, remembering how his thick rod filled my throat, when the door to the suite creaked open and the lights flew on. My head snapped over to look at the door, but Birch tightened his grip on me, holding me down. His hand slid from my cock head but he stayed in a position where I couldn't move. Standing in the doorway looking both annoyed and sheepish was Braxton. The green had largely grown out of his hair, you wouldn't notice it without light, and he was a little more dressed up for his date night, so he looked so much like Birch I couldn't help but glan c e back and forth making comparisons. They weren't quite identical but they were very close . He glanced at me in his brother's lap and Birch's hand keeping me down with an indecipherable expression. "Sorry to barge in guys but Lex got sick from dinner, so the night was canceled." He hit the lights, grabbed the bowl of chips, and flopped into one of the armchairs with another glance at Birch. Birch sighed, his hand openly squeezed my shoulder, "This is Derek. Derek, this is my clueless brother Braxton." Birch stubbornly kept me on his lap so I just gave a weak smile and chin jerk in Braxton's direction, "Hey." Braxton's eyes, pale in the light from the m ovie, crinkled in a warm, but mischievous, smile and nodded in recognition, then resolutely looked at the movie screen as if there wasn't a single thing in the world that interested him more. As Birch hadn't let me move, I could still feel the warmth from his semi-hardon and, emboldened by the copious amounts of wine, I slowly started rubbing my cheek against it again. I kept glancing back at Braxton but he seemed to be completely absorbed by the movie. I guess he and Birch had some overlapping tastes as well as looks. I could feel Birch's cock returning to its full glory as he kept his hand on my hip; as it started to thicken again, I could feel him start to rub my ass cheeks with his fingers. The rubbing of my butt, the bottle of wine, the sudden cock block that Braxton represented, not to mention the increased heat of Birch's cock against my face was driving me crazy. I shifted slightly, Braxton didn't even look over, and gently pulled at Birch's waistban d , letting my lips brush his cock head, flicking my tongue out to taste his head and foreskin . Birch gasped the quietest of gasps but I quickly moved my head back to place, eyeing Braxton's shadowy face: he was still looking at the TV. However, before I could try again, Braxton stood up and started undoing his pants, walking towards the bedrooms. "Sorry guys, these need to go. Be right back." He turned into the hallway and a second later light from his bedroom flooded out. Without hesitation, I whipped Birch's cock out and went balls deep on it. Deepthroating him was the only way to feel his trimmed pubes tickle my nose and, as I was inhaling, I took in his almost spicy, cinnamon-y cologne. He let out a surprised gasp but I was possessed by my lust. I was as quiet as I could be but I blew his thick cock as fast as I could while keeping my eyes on the hallway light. Birch's thick, soft fingers slid into my sweats, and with the same urgency I was devouring his cock, he pushed to my hole and started working it dry. Luckily, I've always been a fairly wet bottom and he was able to work his finger into the first kn uckle. The lights turned out in the hallway and I quickly pulled Birch's cock from my throat, covering him with his sweats, returning my he ad to his lap as I heard Braxton walk through the main room to the kitchen and turn on the light there. I looked back at the movie and for some reason two guys and a girl where pole vaulting over some rocks. Braxton's voice, a little deeper than his brother's, came from the kitchen. "Birch! Are we out of wine? Where's that bottle of "Ménage à Trois"?" Birch stiffened oddly and just as quickly relaxed. I wonder if I h ad imagined it. "It's on the counter you moron." Birch said, clearly exasperated then he leaned down and kissed my forehead and whispered, "Be right back. Just need to help the idiot. Don't move. I like this position." Another kiss and he slid out from under my head, readjusted his obvious erection in his black sweats, and went to the kitchen. There was a murmuring of voices, talking low so I couldn't hear what they were saying over the movie. "Sure?" "Saw that." "Yeah he's..." "Fine." "Skilled." A few other words came out but meant nothing, I heard some thick liquid hitting a glass and then two sets of footsteps coming back. Braxton walk around the couch back to his armchair while Birch gently lifted my head and slid back under me, placing my head on his lap. I kept my eyes on the movie and Braxton in my peripherals to see if I could get back to business. I've never done anything like this, though I have an exhibitionist streak, and this was extremely hot. Birch put down a glass next to the couch and there was a light, almost coconut scent in the air. Birch's cock was back to being semi-hard, though, so nothing else was important. Getting back to my new found boldness, I adjusted myself in Birch's lap so that if Braxton looked it would just appear that I was resting o n my arm, but I was aggressively rubbing Birch's cock with my hand. It was quickly thickening, maybe because we had basically been edging since before Braxton got here, but it seemed to get even bigger than usual. The movie had some screams coming from it, and I took those as cover to pull down Birch's waistband again and get my lips on his cock. I was a man on a mission and hornier than I've been in months. I had Birch's huge cock head against my lips and was playing with my tongue over and into the slit, tasting the precum surging out. I was surprised to feel Birch's hand on my head, gently pushing me down, while his other hand slid back into my pants and found my hole. His fingers felt rougher this time but I could barely concentrate. I heard a soft, deep moan as Birch's control of my head started to force me down deeper onto his cock. I thought I heard a chuckle from Braxton and a shift as if he was moving around in the chair but as I was going to glance over , a second finger started squeezing into my hole and I just stopped caring about what Braxton heard or saw. My lips slid passed his flared cock head and down a perfectly smooth shaft. It definitely felt thicker than before. Edging must have been driving him insane. I wasn't even halfway down his shaft, with two fingers knuckle deep in me, when his thick bush brushed my nose. I inhaled again hoping for more of his cologne but I couldn't smell it anymore. As my tongue swirled around his shaft, trying to massage it while he worked his way into my throat, I started enjoying the smoothness of his shaft. Cut cocks were great for head, never have to worry about foreskin pulling on your teeth or anything like that. My nose started getting buried in his pubic hair as I almost made it to the bottom of his huge cut cock. Birch's cock was uncut. My eyes snapped open and I pulled back suddenly. At the same time, I heard Braxton's chair creak as he must have suddenly stood up . The standing lamp clicked on bathing us in a pale-yellow light. Though Birch's hand was trying to hold me down I pulled back suddenly and unexpectedly, pulling off the huge, cut cock, moving into a sitting position, his fingers pulled free from my hole, and looked up to into his dark eyes. But they weren't Birch's dark eyes. They were Braxton's sea green eyes. I glanced down and saw a thick nine inch cut cock, glistening with my saliva as an image in my peripheral moved closer. I turned my head to where I thought Braxton was and there was Birch, his huge eight-and-a-half-inch cock rock hard pointing at my face. I opened my mouth to protest, to demand what the fuck was happening, when Birch, the real Birch, pushed his cock into my mouth. Like a stick into water, it slid right down my throat, where it belonged, and he cupped the back of my head. The feeling of completion Birch's cock gave me quelled me for a moment. I noticed that he had completely kicked off his pants and underwear. There was a shift in weight and suddenly Braxton was standing beside his brother, dropping his pants and his wet cock pointing at my face . He pulled off his shirt, his abs taunt and his pubic hair a bush framing his cock. He reached over and grabbed my hair, pulling me off Birch's cock, and shoving me onto his as I gasped for breath. Birch's shirt also slid off his frame and onto the floor. His uncut masterpiece looking even bigger thanks to his well-trimmed pubes. Braxton pushed me off his cock and back into the couch as he stood beside his brother. They both stepped back to give me some room as I took in the sight. Braxton, a little slimmer build than his brother but with ripped abs and a massive cut cock that shined in the lamplight. His green eyes sparkling and a smirk on his face. He was not gentle. Birch, broader shoulders and huge biceps, extremely defined pecs, though his abs were less defined, and the perfect uncut cock dripping a stream of precum. I longed to lick it up. His eyes almost black with lust but he was holding back. He was gentler. He looked a little sheepish and his eyes clearly told me that if I wanted this to stop, it would. My cock throbbed, the thought of stopping left my mind. I had one of the most perfect guys I've ever dated and an almost carbon copy of him standing naked in front of me. I'd never done something like this, never even dreamed of it with brothers, but it was something I wanted. I needed. I stood up, my sweats tented with a steel rod of a dick, and I stepped up to Birch. "This better be an amazing breakfast tom orrow," was all I could think of saying as I stretched up to kiss him. He laughed and caught me up in his arms. I felt my pants being pulled off by Braxton. I didn't stop kissing Birch as I stepped out of them, but I felt Birch smile suddenly in the kiss and pull me closed in his arms. Before I could even think what was happening, Braxton's tongue was at my hole. I gasped into Birch's mouth as his brother worked into my ass. Both brothers were exploring my holes with their thick tongues. I moaned as I felt some hands on my shirt, and broke my kiss with Birch long enough to lift it over my head . Then instead of going back to his waiting mouth, I bite onto one of his nipples. I pushed my ass further into Braxton's face as I started toying with Birch's nipples. Birch's hands went to both of our heads; holding me to his nipple and his brother to my ass. "He figured it out a lot sooner than Lexa did." Birch said, "I told you so." "He got a lot further down on my cock in those few minutes than she does on a regular basis." Braxton stood up behind me, his huge cut monster rubbing against my ass cheeks, "I guess you were right." His big hands, so much rougher that his brother's, gripped and massaged my shoulders as his cock pushed passed my cheeks towards my hole. "Let's see how this fag is with taking it back here." He started trying to shove it in while I was sandwiched between them but I ducked to the side and stepped away to face them. "I'm down for whatever this thing you two have going on," I said looking at Braxton, "but your cock isn't going anywhere near my ass until I've been with Birch." Braxton looked annoyed and impressed. I doubt many people said no to him. He was a dominate and domineering person. Birch had proven he could be just as dominate, but he was more balance d and could take whatever he gave. I doubt Braxton would be sucking cock or bending over for anyone. "Deal." Birch said before Braxton could talk. He reached down and picked up the glass that Braxton had brought in from the kitchen. It wasn't wine, it was coconut oil. He took a glob of it and coated his cock with it. Braxton coated a few fingers with it and turned me around. "I'm at least going to prep you for my brother," He whispered, forcing in three fingers, and making me gasp in pain, "but just remember that before this night is over, I'm going to ruin your pussy you little faggot." He took out his fingers, spun me around, and kissed me deeply. Like Birch he was an amazing kisser but he also bit down on my lip, not enough to bruise, but enough to get another gasp of pain from me. I don't know if he was just trying to be all alpha, but I loved the dirty talk and name calling. That just egged me on. "Get over here Derek." I pulled away from Braxton, more turned on than I cared to admit, and looked at the couch. Birch had dropped it down into a bed, I hadn't even noticed it was a futon , and was stretched over it, head right at the edge. Cock held straight up and glistening with the coconut oil. I swung my body over him and lowered myself so my hole was just kissing the tip of his cock. It was rare I was in a position where I could be full dominate. I leaned forward and held both his arms down onto the edge of the futon , kissing him deeply as I start pushing down on his cock. I had thought his cock in my throat was the fullest I had even felt but as his cock pushed past my hole and into my ass, I felt a whole new level. It took about a minute and a half but I felt his balls touch my cheeks. His cockhead was pressing right onto my prostate . His tongue was fighting for control of my mouth. We both moaned at the feeling of completion. And then I started riding it. "Fuck yeah Birch, this fag's a real bottom." Braxton said watching us. Pulling up and slamming myself down. Each time his balls touched my cheeks I felt him gasp a little in pleasure. I've n ever been fucked like this. We went on for at least 15 minutes and then I felt a hand wrap into my hair. I had completely forgotten about Braxton. He pulled me away from my kiss and pushed his cock into my mouth. Birch started thrusting up to meet me as I slammed down while his brother started jackhammering into my throat with the same force. They matched each other stride for stride, thrust for thrust, unconsciously falling into sync with one another. I started seeing spots again. Braxton was bigger and far less forgiving than Birch. Braxton seemed to forget that I did need to breath. I could feel tears falling from my eyes and saliva dripping from my mouth as I was being used by Braxton. I could feel Birch biting and kissing my neck and chest as I was more and more deprived of oxygen. Right when I actually thought I was going to pass out, he pulled out. "Fuck this. I need a hole; I'm going to nut. And I'm not wasting it on some fag's face." He grabbed some coconut oil and slathered up his dick even more. He stepped around behind me and lined up with my hole as if he expected Birch and I to immediately separate for his pleasure. Birch actually made like he was starting to pull out but fuck that. As hot as this was, as much as I was enjoying not just the doubled-up attention, the conflicting attention of Braxton using me and Birch wanting mutual pleasure, I wanted Birch to fill me first. I could still taste his cum from the road head, but I needed to feel it in me. I pushed down harder on him. Keeping him in. "You can have a hole when we're done. I'm taking him first." I said looking back at Braxton over my shoulder. I gasped as I bottomed out on Birch again. "Patience is a virtue." Braxton just looked at me. He slowly smiled. "You want to wait until Birch is done before I get my load in you? Fine. I'll show you how to really make him cum." He moved right up against my back; I could feel his abs rippling against my spine. He reached around and grabbed my nipples, squeezing them and forcing another gasp of pain and making me arch back into him. He whispered into my ear, "Careful what you wish for faggot. Time to ruin your pussy." Braxton released my nipples and pushed me down onto his brother's chest, leaving Birch's cock in my ass, and lined up his cock with my hole. I could feel his cock head push against my hole, above Birch's shaft. It took me a second to realize what he was doing. He was going to double penetrate me. My ex had tried this once with a friend. They were a lot smaller than either of the brothers and they failed. I looked into Birch's eyes and saw he was almost mindlessly lost to the passion. "Wait. I don't . I can't do this. It's too," I was suddenly cut off by Birch's mouth against mine. My mouth, already open from trying to speak, was filled with his tongue. I could feel his stubble as my words were lost in another passionate kiss. I moaned, almost cried, into his mouth as I was penetrated. Being pushed into Birch's muscled chest, I almost passed out. I've never felt pain like this but it gave way to a pleasure I've never felt either . Braxton, even though he was dominate and a little cruel, was an expert with his cock. I didn't even know my ass could open this much but he knew exactly how to coax me open. There was almost no resistance. I suddenly felt both of their heads hitting my prostate at once. I didn't know anyone could be this full. I could feel them both bottom out in me. I could feel every single vein in their thick cocks. Then Braxton pulled back a little and slammed back into my prostate. I couldn't handle it. I shouted in euphoria. And felt my hole shudder and clench on the two brothers that were both in me. Rubbing their cocks, one cut, one uncut, together and against my prostate. My load shot out of me. Seven thick ropes of semen coated both Birch and I. That must have pushed them both over the edge. I felt both of their cocks throb in me. They somehow managed to get even thicker as they swelled against each other and I felt them both blow their loads at the same time . They both screamed "Fuck!" in unison, their cocks pulsating wildly as they drained their loads in me. I had both brothers seed me together, each one coating my insides with eight or nine shots of cum . It felt like hours. Our near perfectly in sync triple orgasm may have even had us pass out. I felt Braxton pull out his spent cock, then he rolled over and laid beside his brother. Slowly, Birch also pulled out of me but he placed his arms around me, holding me against his muscular chest . I was empty. I could feel both of their loads deep inside me but I was completely empty. I had never had an experience like that before. "Alright Birch, you win." Said Braxton, "He was way better than Lexa." I couldn't help but laugh. "What are you two talking about? You do this to everyone the other one dates?" "No, only the ones that might stick around. Congrats, you passed the test and proved Birch right: guys are better bottoms than girls. Lexa didn't even know she was blowing Birch until I hit the lights." Braxton reached down and touched my hole. I flinched. As amazing as it all felt, coming down from the sex high I don't think I'd be able to bottom for a while. Sitting may prove an issue too. "I'm going to bed." Braxton rolled off the couch and started walking to his room but his voice came back to us from the hallway with a yawn: "I guess we'll have to talk about the prize later." The sheen of sweat on him made him look even sexier than before, but also made me want a nice, hot shower. I started to move for the bathroom when Birch finally spoke: "Hold up. We're not done." I rolled off him and looked over. His eyes were sti ll dark and I realized his cock was still hard. He moved quickly to my legs and raised them into the air, exposing my hole. "I can't Birch, I can't take anymore," and I was suddenly cut off with a gasp as he jammed his tongue into me. I loved getting rimmed, and Braxton had been great, but Birch was something else and I had never been rimmed after getting fucked. Birch was eating his own seed, and his brothers, out of me. I moaned at the feeling and started getting hard again myself. Without pause, Birch reached for some more coconut oil and lubed up my cock. He stopped eating me out and straddled me. "It's only fair you seed someone since you've been seeded yourself" he said as he lowered his muscled framed onto my cock. He slid all the way down and took a few moments to adjust himself. He leaned over and kissed me: I could taste Birch, his brother, and coconut. Then he started to ride me. I was too spent to do anything but he had no problem taking point. He was also rock hard, his uncut cock bouncing in front of him, smacking his belly as he pulled up and thudding onto mine as he s lammed down on my dick. His be autiful muscled ass was doing everything it could to milk me. I didn't last long. I thought that after that last huge load I shot, I'd be done but Birch's ass found another load in me. I couldn't help it, I bucked up into him, making him gasp, and started firing four shots into him. Marking him with my seed as he and his brother had done to me. Birch moaned uncontrollably as he felt me unload into him and frantically jacked off his cock; shooting five of his own loads on me. One hit my chin. He pulled off me and stood up beside the futon , offering me his hand. "I'm ready for a shower and bed. Care to join me?" I smiled and reached out to grab his hand. Maybe tomorrow I'd ask what exactly he won from his brother but tonight I was ready to crash.