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Hell yes!Yes! Working on editing the 4th chapter now- will post early this week! Thanks for the support
I was about to cum, frantically looking for the next chapter to take me over the pulsing, throbbing cumclusion...
(I'll reread this last chapter, mission accomplished, ; )
(I'll reread this last chapter, mission accomplished, ; )
Sorry for the wait—Chapter 4 took way longer than I expected! It’s hitting this site first before Nifty, just to make it up to you. I never thought I could write something this long or fully fictional, so your feedback means a lot. Got thoughts you don’t want in the thread? DM me!
Chapter 4
GENE
My chest heaved. My hand was coated with jizz. My thighs… yeah, not going there
Jimmy was right next to me. Breathing. Naked. Silent.
This wasn’t my first post-nut awkward silence. I’d had chicks sneak out before I even tossed the rubber in the trash. But this? I finally got the phrase deafening silence.
Not sure it gets more awkward than waiting for your brother’s best friend to get up and wipe your cum off his chest.
The porn was still playing, suddenly absurd and moaning and too bright. It felt like it was mocking us.
I stared at the ceiling. Maybe if I pretended to be dead, I could ghost my own life.
Jimmy sat up. He didn’t say anything. Just yanked at the sheet like that was gonna turn back time. His jaw was all tight. Shoulders clenched.
"So,” I said, “that… happened.”
Jimmy gave a dry, weird little laugh. “Yeah.”
I turned my head, trying to read his face. “We good?”
“Fine,” he said, too fast. Then quieter: “I just… shouldn’t have let that happen.”
I sat up fast. “Yeah. Wait, what? Timeout. You said let. Like I… what, tricked you?”
Jimmy snorted. “You texted me a whole-ass nude today.”
“By accident!”
“Still counts.”
I pointed at him. "Hold up- You came over to seduce me?"
“No! I didn’t! I… don’t know what just happened!”
“And somehow I’m still wearing your spunk right now!”
He let out a long sigh. “Fine—I’m sorry. I didn’t come over for that but I should've stopped it.”
I scratched my chest—still slick and sticky. “I mean… I’m not mad, dude. I’m not running out to buy a rainbow speedo or anything, but yeah… it felt good.”
Jimmy pointed down to his own cum-covered chest. “Clearly…”
“Wow. Rude,” I muttered, raking my hair. “Okay. Serious question—this thing with Regi… was it like that?”
That did it. His whole vibe shifted—eyes went cold, shoulders tensing.
"I’m gonna shower.”
“Jimmy—”
“I’m not talking about Regi. I’ve already said too much.” He got up, grabbing his towel roughly off the bed. “And I figure you don’t want anyone knowing about this. Same deal with him.”
“Okay, but Jimmy, I—”
Bathroom door closed.
Cool.
I sat there, still buzzing, not from the sex anymore—just the whiplash.
Eventually, I got off the bed and into the bathroom.
Water hissing. Mirror steamed over.
I knocked. “You gonna hog all the hot water or…?”
His voice came from inside the shower. “It’s your room.
I dropped my towel and stepped in.
He was shampooing his hair, like it was a normal Tuesday. His back was turned, jaw tight. And yes, I may have stared at his ass longer than necessary. Observation, not lust.
He turned, handed me the soap, and we stood there in silence.
I snorted. “Dude, new record: from nut to silent treatment in under five minutes.”
He chuckled, still avoiding my gaze.
We washed in silence. The water was hot, too hot. I tried to focus on the tile. But then I saw him again—nipples hard, water washing away all the evidence of our sordid afternoon. He must have felt my eyes on him. At 6’1”, he practically towered 4 inches taller than me.
“Dude,” he said, brow furrowed. “You’ve got… something.”
“What?”
He squinted. “You’ve got nut in your hair.”
"Oh, fuck me.”
“Not planning to,” he said, grinning.
“Asshole,” I muttered, scrubbing wildly. “Couldn’t aim anywhere else?”
“I didn’t map out my flight path, bro! Besides, who says it was mine?”
He stepped in closer. “Hold still.”
Before I could object, his fingers worked through my hair—way too intimate. I froze.
His hand lingered. He looked at me then—really looked. No jokes. No grin. Just… quiet.
I leaned in. Without thinking.
Our lips barely touched. Wet. Tender. Instant regret. I pulled back.
Jimmy’s eyes were wide. “Did you just—”
“Yeah. No. Shit. I thought—” I backed into the wall. “You were looking at me like—”
“I wasn’t,” he said, stunned, not sharp. “I didn’t mean—” He dragged a hand over his face. “I’m not gay.”
“Bro. Same. I have no idea what the fuck this is.”
Steam. Silence. So much goddamn skin.
My dick was still a little semi just being near him. So that was great.
He finally shook his head. “We were drunk. Stupid. Horny. Doesn’t mean anything.”
“Totally,” I nodded, trying to act cool. “I hadn’t jerked off all day.”
Lie. I came twice before he even showed up.
“Same. Been like… two days.” He said it too fast.
Lie. I knew his tell.
We dried off in silence. Towels rough. Skin still damp. I focused on mechanics: left leg, right leg, don’t look at his dick.
He didn’t look at me either. Just grabbed his boxers and slipped them on like nothing had happened.
I pulled on my jeans. “So… we’re good?”
Jimmy nodded without looking. “Yeah. Totally.”
“Just… one of those things.”
“Never happened.”
“Right.”
We kept dressing for the welcome party, each pretending the air wasn't thick with tension.
Finally, he cleared his throat. “Let’s take another shot. Reset the brain.”
He poured, handed me one.
I lifted my glass.
“No homo.” We toasted in unplanned unison.
And then we were laughing again. That weird, choking, what-the-fuck-are-we-doing laugh that only happens when you’re one breath away from breaking.
Chapter 4
GENE
My chest heaved. My hand was coated with jizz. My thighs… yeah, not going there
Jimmy was right next to me. Breathing. Naked. Silent.
This wasn’t my first post-nut awkward silence. I’d had chicks sneak out before I even tossed the rubber in the trash. But this? I finally got the phrase deafening silence.
Not sure it gets more awkward than waiting for your brother’s best friend to get up and wipe your cum off his chest.
The porn was still playing, suddenly absurd and moaning and too bright. It felt like it was mocking us.
I stared at the ceiling. Maybe if I pretended to be dead, I could ghost my own life.
Jimmy sat up. He didn’t say anything. Just yanked at the sheet like that was gonna turn back time. His jaw was all tight. Shoulders clenched.
"So,” I said, “that… happened.”
Jimmy gave a dry, weird little laugh. “Yeah.”
I turned my head, trying to read his face. “We good?”
“Fine,” he said, too fast. Then quieter: “I just… shouldn’t have let that happen.”
I sat up fast. “Yeah. Wait, what? Timeout. You said let. Like I… what, tricked you?”
Jimmy snorted. “You texted me a whole-ass nude today.”
“By accident!”
“Still counts.”
I pointed at him. "Hold up- You came over to seduce me?"
“No! I didn’t! I… don’t know what just happened!”
“And somehow I’m still wearing your spunk right now!”
He let out a long sigh. “Fine—I’m sorry. I didn’t come over for that but I should've stopped it.”
I scratched my chest—still slick and sticky. “I mean… I’m not mad, dude. I’m not running out to buy a rainbow speedo or anything, but yeah… it felt good.”
Jimmy pointed down to his own cum-covered chest. “Clearly…”
“Wow. Rude,” I muttered, raking my hair. “Okay. Serious question—this thing with Regi… was it like that?”
That did it. His whole vibe shifted—eyes went cold, shoulders tensing.
"I’m gonna shower.”
“Jimmy—”
“I’m not talking about Regi. I’ve already said too much.” He got up, grabbing his towel roughly off the bed. “And I figure you don’t want anyone knowing about this. Same deal with him.”
“Okay, but Jimmy, I—”
Bathroom door closed.
Cool.
I sat there, still buzzing, not from the sex anymore—just the whiplash.
Eventually, I got off the bed and into the bathroom.
Water hissing. Mirror steamed over.
I knocked. “You gonna hog all the hot water or…?”
His voice came from inside the shower. “It’s your room.
I dropped my towel and stepped in.
He was shampooing his hair, like it was a normal Tuesday. His back was turned, jaw tight. And yes, I may have stared at his ass longer than necessary. Observation, not lust.
He turned, handed me the soap, and we stood there in silence.
I snorted. “Dude, new record: from nut to silent treatment in under five minutes.”
He chuckled, still avoiding my gaze.
We washed in silence. The water was hot, too hot. I tried to focus on the tile. But then I saw him again—nipples hard, water washing away all the evidence of our sordid afternoon. He must have felt my eyes on him. At 6’1”, he practically towered 4 inches taller than me.
“Dude,” he said, brow furrowed. “You’ve got… something.”
“What?”
He squinted. “You’ve got nut in your hair.”
"Oh, fuck me.”
“Not planning to,” he said, grinning.
“Asshole,” I muttered, scrubbing wildly. “Couldn’t aim anywhere else?”
“I didn’t map out my flight path, bro! Besides, who says it was mine?”
He stepped in closer. “Hold still.”
Before I could object, his fingers worked through my hair—way too intimate. I froze.
His hand lingered. He looked at me then—really looked. No jokes. No grin. Just… quiet.
I leaned in. Without thinking.
Our lips barely touched. Wet. Tender. Instant regret. I pulled back.
Jimmy’s eyes were wide. “Did you just—”
“Yeah. No. Shit. I thought—” I backed into the wall. “You were looking at me like—”
“I wasn’t,” he said, stunned, not sharp. “I didn’t mean—” He dragged a hand over his face. “I’m not gay.”
“Bro. Same. I have no idea what the fuck this is.”
Steam. Silence. So much goddamn skin.
My dick was still a little semi just being near him. So that was great.
He finally shook his head. “We were drunk. Stupid. Horny. Doesn’t mean anything.”
“Totally,” I nodded, trying to act cool. “I hadn’t jerked off all day.”
Lie. I came twice before he even showed up.
“Same. Been like… two days.” He said it too fast.
Lie. I knew his tell.
We dried off in silence. Towels rough. Skin still damp. I focused on mechanics: left leg, right leg, don’t look at his dick.
He didn’t look at me either. Just grabbed his boxers and slipped them on like nothing had happened.
I pulled on my jeans. “So… we’re good?”
Jimmy nodded without looking. “Yeah. Totally.”
“Just… one of those things.”
“Never happened.”
“Right.”
We kept dressing for the welcome party, each pretending the air wasn't thick with tension.
Finally, he cleared his throat. “Let’s take another shot. Reset the brain.”
He poured, handed me one.
I lifted my glass.
“No homo.” We toasted in unplanned unison.
And then we were laughing again. That weird, choking, what-the-fuck-are-we-doing laugh that only happens when you’re one breath away from breaking.
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JIMMY
I found Regi leaning against the bar, half-drunk and half-bored, nursing something golden with a slow-melting ice cube.
His white shirt was still crisp despite the heat, the collar unbuttoned just enough to make him look effortlessly cool. The lighting caught the edge of his sharp, clean-shaved jaw line and for a second, I understood what Gene meant when he called him a pretty boy.
At 5’11”, Regi was only an inch taller than Gene, but his long frame made him look taller somehow. Probably 160, 165 lbs tops. Lighter-skinned like Gene, though something about his features was softer — bigger eyes and softer jaw but not feminine.
He looked like he could charm a mom and a bouncer in the same night. I could see it now- the resemblance. Same puppy eyes, same dimple when he half-smiled. Gene a chaos agent, but Regi used his looks to charm and disarm.
“You look like you’re in a cologne ad.”
Regi grinned. “Well, that’s because I’m scent-sational, obviously.”
I leaned on the railing beside him. “Your awful humor is why you give dad energy instead of daddy energy.”
Regi rolled his eyes. “I’m three months older than you.”
“And I’ve always respected your wisdom.”
“You respect nothing of mine. You used my toothbrush two weeks ago without telling me.”
“Exactly. I trusted you.”
He shook his head, laughing, and bumped my shoulder, giving me a hint of his aftershave. “You’re gross.”
“You’re a germaphobe.”
I followed Regi’s gaze back to the dance floor. Gene was in the middle of everything — sweaty, shirt unbuttoned to his waist, body loose with liquor, grinding on two girls at once like it was his full-time job. He looked like he was winning a dare. I looked away fast.
Regi groaned. “Does he always have to make a scene like that?”
“Always,” I said, trying to sound amused instead of wrecked. “He’s allergic to moderation.”
He chuckled and turned back to his drink. “Well, it’s his vacation. Let him go feral.”
Regi drained the last of his whiskey and set the glass down with a soft clink. “You wanna get some air? It’s like ninety degrees in here.”
I nodded, grateful. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
The patio door was heavier than it looked, and it stuck just enough to make slipping out feel like sneaking out.
Regi followed me, shirt damp with sweat, hair flattened at the temples. He smelled like cologne and heat, the kind of spicy-woodsy scent that only got stronger when he sweat. His flushed face was the only tell that he was buzzed.
“Man,” he said, dragging his fingers through his hair, “this place is humid as hell. My balls are in a sauna.”
I huffed a laugh, dragging the door shut behind us. The Mexican night air hit my face like steam.
“You chose a wool suit, dumbass.”
“I didn’t know I’d be dancing like a backup dancer in an Usher video.”
“You look great though.”
Regi stretched his back with a little grunt, the shirt pulling tight across his chest. A breeze teased his shirt, just enough to lift the hem and show a flash of brown skin, and I looked away. Because no. Absolutely not. One brother’s chaos was enough. No need to go full sequel tonight.
“I always do- does that mean the swamp ass is worth it?"
“Yeah, that’s a mental image I needed.”
He leaned on the wooden railing, looking unbothered.
“You chose to be friends with me.”
The door behind us slid open.
It was Gene.
Shirt open all the way now, hairy chest gleaming with sweat. One arm braced on the wall, head tipped back like he was trying to cool down through his neck. He held a vape loosely in his other hand, lips around it like he was sucking it dry. His chain caught the light as he moved.
He didn’t see us at first.
“Hey,” I said, too soft. Regi didn’t say anything.
“Oh hey,” he said, voice hoarse and lazy.
Regi stepped forward. “You looked like you were running the party into the ground.”
Gene shrugged. “Had to keep the energy up. It’s a wedding, not a wake.”
Regi glanced at me. “What’d you guys do all afternoon, anyway?”
I opened my mouth. Closed it again.
“Watched a movie.” Gene said it like it was an inside joke. “Jimmy said it felt like being a teenager again.”
I shot him a look.
“Hmm, cool,” Regi said, like he didn’t buy it.
There was a weird pause. Like none of us knew who had the next line.
Regi ran a hand through his hair. “Hey, by the way — I heard you have your own room?”
Gene looked up, a little surprised. “Yeah.”
“You didn’t tell me that. You know you can’t hook up with a bridesmaid or something. Everyone knows you have a girlfriend.”
“I didn’t plan it that way, it just worked out.”
Regi turned to me. “Dude. We should just crash with him. The groomsmen suite’s a human oven. Plus it reeks sweat socks and Red Bull.”
“Like a college road trip,” I said, forcing a grin.
“Exactly,” Regi said. “We are too old to pile onto one bed like idiots. And I'm not sleeping in a tub again.”
Gene’s expression didn’t change. “Yeah. Sure, I guess mi casa es su casa.”
Regi turned to me. “Come on. You in?”
I hesitated. “Uh…”
“You guys already spent the whole day together,” Regi said. “Might as well finish it with late-night room service and shit-talking. ”
Gene didn’t look at either of us. Just stared at the fence post beside him, jaw tight.
Regi was still talking. “I mean, what else are you gonna do? Go cuddle with groomsman #4 who keeps using the phrase ‘crunk?’”
“Jimmy,” Gene said suddenly. “It’s fine. If you wanna crash, crash.”
He didn’t sound mad. Just… flat.
Regi looked between us, brows furrowing. “Wait. Are you guys fighting?”
“No,” I said, too quickly.
Gene crossed his arms. “We’re good.”
“Okay…” Regi said slowly. “You’re being weird. I'll chip in for the room if that's what you're worried about”
I laughed awkwardly. “He's probably just tired.”
From making out with me. I thought to myself
Gene finally looked at me. “It’s hot out here.”
I met his eyes. “Felt better in the pool.”
Regi glanced back and forth between us. Still oblivious — but aware enough to feel something was off.
Something was definitely off! I'm standing between hot best friend and his hot little brother who covered me in his nut 3 hours ago.
“Whatever,” he said. “I’m calling dibs on the bed.”
“No fucking way" Gene said definitively.
" I’m the oldest.”
“So? You’re still the dumbest.”
Then Regi let out a long, loud exhale. “Alright, well we will figure out that part later. I’m going back in before I sweat through these pants. Again.”
He turned and disappeared through the door, and for one breath, I didn’t follow.
Gene looked at me. Really looked at me.
“Fun party,” he said, like he wasn’t asking.
Yeah,” I murmured. “Hot though- should have stayed in the pool.”
His smirk deepened. “You’re telling me.”
I found Regi leaning against the bar, half-drunk and half-bored, nursing something golden with a slow-melting ice cube.
His white shirt was still crisp despite the heat, the collar unbuttoned just enough to make him look effortlessly cool. The lighting caught the edge of his sharp, clean-shaved jaw line and for a second, I understood what Gene meant when he called him a pretty boy.
At 5’11”, Regi was only an inch taller than Gene, but his long frame made him look taller somehow. Probably 160, 165 lbs tops. Lighter-skinned like Gene, though something about his features was softer — bigger eyes and softer jaw but not feminine.
He looked like he could charm a mom and a bouncer in the same night. I could see it now- the resemblance. Same puppy eyes, same dimple when he half-smiled. Gene a chaos agent, but Regi used his looks to charm and disarm.
“You look like you’re in a cologne ad.”
Regi grinned. “Well, that’s because I’m scent-sational, obviously.”
I leaned on the railing beside him. “Your awful humor is why you give dad energy instead of daddy energy.”
Regi rolled his eyes. “I’m three months older than you.”
“And I’ve always respected your wisdom.”
“You respect nothing of mine. You used my toothbrush two weeks ago without telling me.”
“Exactly. I trusted you.”
He shook his head, laughing, and bumped my shoulder, giving me a hint of his aftershave. “You’re gross.”
“You’re a germaphobe.”
I followed Regi’s gaze back to the dance floor. Gene was in the middle of everything — sweaty, shirt unbuttoned to his waist, body loose with liquor, grinding on two girls at once like it was his full-time job. He looked like he was winning a dare. I looked away fast.
Regi groaned. “Does he always have to make a scene like that?”
“Always,” I said, trying to sound amused instead of wrecked. “He’s allergic to moderation.”
He chuckled and turned back to his drink. “Well, it’s his vacation. Let him go feral.”
Regi drained the last of his whiskey and set the glass down with a soft clink. “You wanna get some air? It’s like ninety degrees in here.”
I nodded, grateful. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
The patio door was heavier than it looked, and it stuck just enough to make slipping out feel like sneaking out.
Regi followed me, shirt damp with sweat, hair flattened at the temples. He smelled like cologne and heat, the kind of spicy-woodsy scent that only got stronger when he sweat. His flushed face was the only tell that he was buzzed.
“Man,” he said, dragging his fingers through his hair, “this place is humid as hell. My balls are in a sauna.”
I huffed a laugh, dragging the door shut behind us. The Mexican night air hit my face like steam.
“You chose a wool suit, dumbass.”
“I didn’t know I’d be dancing like a backup dancer in an Usher video.”
“You look great though.”
Regi stretched his back with a little grunt, the shirt pulling tight across his chest. A breeze teased his shirt, just enough to lift the hem and show a flash of brown skin, and I looked away. Because no. Absolutely not. One brother’s chaos was enough. No need to go full sequel tonight.
“I always do- does that mean the swamp ass is worth it?"
“Yeah, that’s a mental image I needed.”
He leaned on the wooden railing, looking unbothered.
“You chose to be friends with me.”
The door behind us slid open.
It was Gene.
Shirt open all the way now, hairy chest gleaming with sweat. One arm braced on the wall, head tipped back like he was trying to cool down through his neck. He held a vape loosely in his other hand, lips around it like he was sucking it dry. His chain caught the light as he moved.
He didn’t see us at first.
“Hey,” I said, too soft. Regi didn’t say anything.
“Oh hey,” he said, voice hoarse and lazy.
Regi stepped forward. “You looked like you were running the party into the ground.”
Gene shrugged. “Had to keep the energy up. It’s a wedding, not a wake.”
Regi glanced at me. “What’d you guys do all afternoon, anyway?”
I opened my mouth. Closed it again.
“Watched a movie.” Gene said it like it was an inside joke. “Jimmy said it felt like being a teenager again.”
I shot him a look.
“Hmm, cool,” Regi said, like he didn’t buy it.
There was a weird pause. Like none of us knew who had the next line.
Regi ran a hand through his hair. “Hey, by the way — I heard you have your own room?”
Gene looked up, a little surprised. “Yeah.”
“You didn’t tell me that. You know you can’t hook up with a bridesmaid or something. Everyone knows you have a girlfriend.”
“I didn’t plan it that way, it just worked out.”
Regi turned to me. “Dude. We should just crash with him. The groomsmen suite’s a human oven. Plus it reeks sweat socks and Red Bull.”
“Like a college road trip,” I said, forcing a grin.
“Exactly,” Regi said. “We are too old to pile onto one bed like idiots. And I'm not sleeping in a tub again.”
Gene’s expression didn’t change. “Yeah. Sure, I guess mi casa es su casa.”
Regi turned to me. “Come on. You in?”
I hesitated. “Uh…”
“You guys already spent the whole day together,” Regi said. “Might as well finish it with late-night room service and shit-talking. ”
Gene didn’t look at either of us. Just stared at the fence post beside him, jaw tight.
Regi was still talking. “I mean, what else are you gonna do? Go cuddle with groomsman #4 who keeps using the phrase ‘crunk?’”
“Jimmy,” Gene said suddenly. “It’s fine. If you wanna crash, crash.”
He didn’t sound mad. Just… flat.
Regi looked between us, brows furrowing. “Wait. Are you guys fighting?”
“No,” I said, too quickly.
Gene crossed his arms. “We’re good.”
“Okay…” Regi said slowly. “You’re being weird. I'll chip in for the room if that's what you're worried about”
I laughed awkwardly. “He's probably just tired.”
From making out with me. I thought to myself
Gene finally looked at me. “It’s hot out here.”
I met his eyes. “Felt better in the pool.”
Regi glanced back and forth between us. Still oblivious — but aware enough to feel something was off.
Something was definitely off! I'm standing between hot best friend and his hot little brother who covered me in his nut 3 hours ago.
“Whatever,” he said. “I’m calling dibs on the bed.”
“No fucking way" Gene said definitively.
" I’m the oldest.”
“So? You’re still the dumbest.”
Then Regi let out a long, loud exhale. “Alright, well we will figure out that part later. I’m going back in before I sweat through these pants. Again.”
He turned and disappeared through the door, and for one breath, I didn’t follow.
Gene looked at me. Really looked at me.
“Fun party,” he said, like he wasn’t asking.
Yeah,” I murmured. “Hot though- should have stayed in the pool.”
His smirk deepened. “You’re telling me.”
GENE
We burst into the hotel room after 2 a.m., soaked in sweat, glitter, and three different types of tequila.
I had no idea how we made it back—only that Jimmy was still laughing about something Regi said, and Regi was already shirtless, flexing like a douchebag.
“Bro,” Regi said, flopping onto the edge of the bed. “You guys smell like microwave shrimp. I can’t share a bed with you.”
“Me?” I said. “It’s Jimmy. He smells like someone dipped a jock strap in a protein shake.”
Jimmy groaned. “You two smell like a porta-potty at a chili cook-off!”
Regi peeled off one sweaty sock and flung it across the room like it personally betrayed him. It landed with a slap against the mirror.
“Oh my God,” Jimmy gagged. “I’m calling FEMA.”
We all collapsed in laughter, shoulders knocking, ribs aching. Felt like brothers again. Tequila brings everyone together.
I wandered over to the minibar, grabbed a tiny bottle of Jose Cuervo, and cracked it open with one thumb ready to chug it.
Regi sat up suddenly, eyes lighting up. “Okay, wait. Real talk. Group shower.”
Jimmy blinked. “What, we are Navy Seals now?”
Exactly like Navy Steal—navy steal—I mean Navy Seal style,” Regi sputtered, already standing. “We’re disgusting and if we go one at a time, the other two will pass out smelling rank. Boom. Efficiency.”
I blinked slowly at him. “You want all three of us to shower together?”
Regi held up a finger, slowly swaying as he spoke. “I want to smell better than the aftermath of a donkey show. Let’s be grown men about this.”
Jimmy laughed—that weird, hiccupy half-laugh he did when he was drunk. “Okay, fuck it. I’m in if Gene’s in.”
I should’ve said no. I definitely should’ve said no. But I was too drunk, too warm, too curious.
And way too aware of the way Jimmy looked right now — shirtless, flushed, a line of sweat catching the curve of his lower back.
He had that tall, lean, perfect body — all V-lines and smooth dark skin, with just enough chest hair to be rude. His shorts sat low on his hips, and when he glanced at me with a drunken grin as he pulled them down.
“Fine,” I said, already unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. “But if either of you piss in there, I’m pissing back.”
Regi snorted, undid his belt, and gave his pants a drunken kick, stumbling and clutching the sink for balance.
His body was lean and tight, shoulders and arms muscled, chest smooth, abs the most defined of the three of us, leading down to his thick, muscular legs shaped by his years on the college tennis team
Jimmy was slower — not shy, just… careful. The kind of guy who’d look away while undressing you, like a damn gentleman.
I turned around to give him space, but I looked anyway. Of course I looked.
And there he was.
Naked again.
Jimmy stepped toward the shower to get the water going “This is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” he said to Regi, but his tone said I love it.
“I stand by it,” Regi said, whacking his flaccid dick from side to side in front of the guys “this should be standard Sleepover protocol. Group rinse. Keeps the vibe intact.”
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror before I stepped in the shower. My chest looked hot on full display: broad and cut, lightly dusted with dark hair that glistened where sweat still clung.
My gold chain caught the overhead light. My thighs were thick and furry. I peeled down my briefs, manhood flopping free, soft but hefty, swaying between my hairy legs.
I compared by build to Regi's his legs longer, waist tighter, skin the same warm brown but smoother, less hairy.
His dick hung lazily against one thigh—same general size, uncircumcised, just like mine. Not twins but... brothers. I wonder who was bigger hard. I opened my mouth to ask Jimmy then shut it .
I joined Jimmy in the shower. Jimmy stood there all tall and his smooth-skinned dark chest glistening under the water, his piece bounced free and hung solid and heavy, darker than the rest of him.
It twitched once as he caught me looking. Mine did too.
I swallowed
The shower was big enough for all three of us, but barely. Every shift made someone’s shoulder brush someone else’s. My back hit the cool tile, Regi grabbed the body wash, and Jimmy ducked under the spray.
I forced myself to breathe. You’ve seen naked dudes before. Chill.
Regi squirted half the bottle into his palm and turned to me. “Damn I still can't believe my little brother is this hairy beast!"
“You offering to help me wash off?” I smirked at his outstretched hand of bodywash.
He grinned like a maniac and lathered his hands. “Bend over.”
He didn’t actually make me bend over—but he did start scrubbing my chest in big, comedic circles, soapy bubbles sliding down over my pecs, giving me a nipple twist before he went down to my abs. The pressure was firm. Familiar. Brotherly.
Until it wasn’t.
His hand dragged lower, across my belly. Not on my dick, but close. Too close. Jimmy was watching and laughing
Then Regi turned his back to us to rinse his hands. And Jimmy took half a step toward me to give Regi space.
I didn’t plan it. Swear to God.
But I reached down and tugged junk once. Just once. A slick, slow drag from the base up. My fingers grazed the underside of his cock, velvet-soft and thickening by the second.
Jimmy sucked in a breath, hips pushing forward before he could stop himself.
Then Regi turned back, and I was already rinsing my hands under the spray.
Jimmy backed up like nothing happened. His dick, though, was no longer hiding. It hung fat and more than semi-hard now, flushed at the tip. I felt smug. Guilty. Horny. All of it.
Regi, turned to Jimmy with a bar of soap and said, “Your turn, big guy.”
Jimmy laughed nervously. “You’re not serious.”
“Dead serious.” Regi lathered up again with a deadpan face. “I never joke about water conservation.”
I thought Jimmy would protest. Instead, he stood there—shoulders back, thighs tight—and let Regi rub the soap up one arm, over his pec, down his side. They were close. Too close. Regi’s hand slid over Jimmy’s stomach, low enough that it made my mouth dry.
Jimmy looked down at him with an unreadable expression. Regi said something too quiet for me to hear. Jimmy looked bashful.
And Jimmy’s cock surged again.
I turned away, rinsing my face under the spray- I couldn't identify this feeling, but the room was starting to spin.
"I'm all clean. I'll go get towels"
We burst into the hotel room after 2 a.m., soaked in sweat, glitter, and three different types of tequila.
I had no idea how we made it back—only that Jimmy was still laughing about something Regi said, and Regi was already shirtless, flexing like a douchebag.
“Bro,” Regi said, flopping onto the edge of the bed. “You guys smell like microwave shrimp. I can’t share a bed with you.”
“Me?” I said. “It’s Jimmy. He smells like someone dipped a jock strap in a protein shake.”
Jimmy groaned. “You two smell like a porta-potty at a chili cook-off!”
Regi peeled off one sweaty sock and flung it across the room like it personally betrayed him. It landed with a slap against the mirror.
“Oh my God,” Jimmy gagged. “I’m calling FEMA.”
We all collapsed in laughter, shoulders knocking, ribs aching. Felt like brothers again. Tequila brings everyone together.
I wandered over to the minibar, grabbed a tiny bottle of Jose Cuervo, and cracked it open with one thumb ready to chug it.
Regi sat up suddenly, eyes lighting up. “Okay, wait. Real talk. Group shower.”
Jimmy blinked. “What, we are Navy Seals now?”
Exactly like Navy Steal—navy steal—I mean Navy Seal style,” Regi sputtered, already standing. “We’re disgusting and if we go one at a time, the other two will pass out smelling rank. Boom. Efficiency.”
I blinked slowly at him. “You want all three of us to shower together?”
Regi held up a finger, slowly swaying as he spoke. “I want to smell better than the aftermath of a donkey show. Let’s be grown men about this.”
Jimmy laughed—that weird, hiccupy half-laugh he did when he was drunk. “Okay, fuck it. I’m in if Gene’s in.”
I should’ve said no. I definitely should’ve said no. But I was too drunk, too warm, too curious.
And way too aware of the way Jimmy looked right now — shirtless, flushed, a line of sweat catching the curve of his lower back.
He had that tall, lean, perfect body — all V-lines and smooth dark skin, with just enough chest hair to be rude. His shorts sat low on his hips, and when he glanced at me with a drunken grin as he pulled them down.
“Fine,” I said, already unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. “But if either of you piss in there, I’m pissing back.”
Regi snorted, undid his belt, and gave his pants a drunken kick, stumbling and clutching the sink for balance.
His body was lean and tight, shoulders and arms muscled, chest smooth, abs the most defined of the three of us, leading down to his thick, muscular legs shaped by his years on the college tennis team
Jimmy was slower — not shy, just… careful. The kind of guy who’d look away while undressing you, like a damn gentleman.
I turned around to give him space, but I looked anyway. Of course I looked.
And there he was.
Naked again.
Jimmy stepped toward the shower to get the water going “This is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” he said to Regi, but his tone said I love it.
“I stand by it,” Regi said, whacking his flaccid dick from side to side in front of the guys “this should be standard Sleepover protocol. Group rinse. Keeps the vibe intact.”
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror before I stepped in the shower. My chest looked hot on full display: broad and cut, lightly dusted with dark hair that glistened where sweat still clung.
My gold chain caught the overhead light. My thighs were thick and furry. I peeled down my briefs, manhood flopping free, soft but hefty, swaying between my hairy legs.
I compared by build to Regi's his legs longer, waist tighter, skin the same warm brown but smoother, less hairy.
His dick hung lazily against one thigh—same general size, uncircumcised, just like mine. Not twins but... brothers. I wonder who was bigger hard. I opened my mouth to ask Jimmy then shut it .
I joined Jimmy in the shower. Jimmy stood there all tall and his smooth-skinned dark chest glistening under the water, his piece bounced free and hung solid and heavy, darker than the rest of him.
It twitched once as he caught me looking. Mine did too.
I swallowed
The shower was big enough for all three of us, but barely. Every shift made someone’s shoulder brush someone else’s. My back hit the cool tile, Regi grabbed the body wash, and Jimmy ducked under the spray.
I forced myself to breathe. You’ve seen naked dudes before. Chill.
Regi squirted half the bottle into his palm and turned to me. “Damn I still can't believe my little brother is this hairy beast!"
“You offering to help me wash off?” I smirked at his outstretched hand of bodywash.
He grinned like a maniac and lathered his hands. “Bend over.”
He didn’t actually make me bend over—but he did start scrubbing my chest in big, comedic circles, soapy bubbles sliding down over my pecs, giving me a nipple twist before he went down to my abs. The pressure was firm. Familiar. Brotherly.
Until it wasn’t.
His hand dragged lower, across my belly. Not on my dick, but close. Too close. Jimmy was watching and laughing
Then Regi turned his back to us to rinse his hands. And Jimmy took half a step toward me to give Regi space.
I didn’t plan it. Swear to God.
But I reached down and tugged junk once. Just once. A slick, slow drag from the base up. My fingers grazed the underside of his cock, velvet-soft and thickening by the second.
Jimmy sucked in a breath, hips pushing forward before he could stop himself.
Then Regi turned back, and I was already rinsing my hands under the spray.
Jimmy backed up like nothing happened. His dick, though, was no longer hiding. It hung fat and more than semi-hard now, flushed at the tip. I felt smug. Guilty. Horny. All of it.
Regi, turned to Jimmy with a bar of soap and said, “Your turn, big guy.”
Jimmy laughed nervously. “You’re not serious.”
“Dead serious.” Regi lathered up again with a deadpan face. “I never joke about water conservation.”
I thought Jimmy would protest. Instead, he stood there—shoulders back, thighs tight—and let Regi rub the soap up one arm, over his pec, down his side. They were close. Too close. Regi’s hand slid over Jimmy’s stomach, low enough that it made my mouth dry.
Jimmy looked down at him with an unreadable expression. Regi said something too quiet for me to hear. Jimmy looked bashful.
And Jimmy’s cock surged again.
I turned away, rinsing my face under the spray- I couldn't identify this feeling, but the room was starting to spin.
"I'm all clean. I'll go get towels"
Jimmy:
Gene left the shower first, mumbling about towels and stumbling toward the bedroom. The second he was out the door, Regi pressed against me.
“This feels like old times,” he murmured into my neck as his hand swept down my back and cupped my ass. “Except… damn, Jimmy. You’ve put on some muscle since then.”
I laughed too loudly, too nervous to push him away. “That’s what happens when you stop living off pop-tarts and hit the gym.”
His right hand stayed glued to my ass, but his left slid between my pecs down to my flat stomach. He lifted his eyes to mine as his fingers closed around my growing erection. I tried to suppress a moan.
Regi smirked, triumphant. “Some things don’t change. You still get hard way too easy.”
“It's just the tequila talking the rest is ancient history" I muttered, shifting but not stepping away.
He laughed under his breath, thumb circling my cockhead. “Maybe. Or maybe you just missed me more than you want to admit.”
Before I could respond, the bathroom door swung open. Gene staggered in, hair plastered to his forehead, holding two towels in one hand and a beer in the other. His grin was wide, sloppy, oblivious to what was happening.
“Here—towels!” he slurred. “Hurry up in here—it’s time for more shots.” He paused and closed his eyes, considering if he was about to be sick, then stumbled back toward the bedroom, leaving us alone again.
“Go lay down; you’re already wasted,” Regi shook his head at his brother as we grabbed towels. I wrapped mine tighter than necessary, aware of his gaze.
By the time we dried off and walked back into the bedroom, Gene had already collapsed onto one side, still in just a towel.
“Gene—why don’t you sleep on the side closest to the bathroom in case you get sick?”
“Fuck you, Jimmy. I don’t puke up tequila. And…” He slurred in and out of sleep, “…I don’t wanna sleep on our dry cum puddle.”
Regi froze, eyes wide. “What the fuck did he just say?”
“Oh yeah, we fucking jizzed all over the place, right, Jimmy?” He laughed and, just like that, he passed out, snoring softly.
I swallowed hard, heat burning my face. “I… I don’t know—he’s drunk.”
He stared at me. “Jimmy, I know your tell—you can’t lie to me. What the fuck happened with you and my brother today?”
“No, wait—stop. It’s not what you think,” I tried, breathless.
“Did you and my brother cum in this bed today?”
“No—well yes, but Regi, listen,” I started.
His eyes became angry slits.
“Just listen—Gene accidentally sexted me this afternoon, then we got drunk and just watched porn… and got a little carried away.” I felt sick to my stomach, and I wasn’t sure if it was tequila or guilt.
“How do you accidentally sext someone? And what’s a little carried away? Did you tell him?!”
“He—I—no. Reg…” I was too flustered to answer.
I looked at Gene, asleep with his mouth open, suddenly innocent again after the chaos he’d caused.
“Jimmy. What the fuck. You just said in the shower those days were behind us—because you’re sucking my brother off now?”
I couldn’t tell if he was angry, jealous, or hurt.
“Regi, wait. Calm down—no. This just happened, and it’s not going to happen again. We were drunk and stupid—honestly, I think he only did it because you did.”
“Did what?! Gene sucked your dick? And how does he even know any of this?!”
“Bro, please,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “I didn’t tell him anything about us. Well, not everything… I was just drunk, confused, and I swear it won’t happen again.”
Regi’s brow furrowed, hands clenched. “So let me get this straight—Gene sexts you accidentally, you two get drunk, you accidentally busted a nut… and none of it means anything?”
“Exactly!” I said, desperation leaking into my voice. “He’s just Gene. Chaotic. I didn’t plan any of it.”
He exhaled sharply, leaning back against the headboard. His eyes softened for a moment, but tension remained, taut as a wire. “You’re going to need to start from the beginning, and don’t leave anything out,” he said quietly.
I sat on the bed and he sat next to me. I explained the whole story—the naked picture, the pool, the tequila, the porn… everything.
For a beat, he said nothing. Then quietly, almost to himself: “That’s the whole story? You’re not leaving anything out?”
“I’m not,” I said firmly.
His lips pressed into a thin line, eyes narrowing slightly—but there was a flicker. A flicker of understanding. Finally, he let out a long, shaky breath.
“Okay,” he muttered.
I nodded, tension still tight in my chest, but relief creeping in.
“Reg,” I said tentatively, “listen, I know this is like a serious moment—but I’m really drunk. I gotta piss before my kidneys explode.”
He laughed. “Actually, me too.”
We stood up, and his towel dropped. In spite of his anger, my story had clearly had an effect on Regi. His cock was definitely more solid than normal.
I walked back to the bathroom, and he was close behind. I undid my towel and stared to take a long piss.
Jimmy stood beside me with his cock out, aimed at the toilet. We used to do this as kids to save time during 4th quarter time-out.
We shook out the last drops of piss and sized up each other’s plump dicks.
Without a word, Regi reached his hand over and grabbed my balls, casually weighing them in his hand. I reached over and started to stroke his lengthening boner.
We looked up at each other and laughed. He leaned in and grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me. He pulled me by my stiff cock against his body. He continued to explore me—his hand traveling from my cock to my bush and the back around to squeeze my ass and pull me closer.
What started as a soft kiss turned into making out in earnest, and we ground into each other. I felt the pre-cum dripping from his rock-hard cock onto my hip as we kissed. For the second time today, my senses left me.
He pulled away from me and deadpanned, “So who’s the better kisser?”
I didn’t answer with words; instead, I stuck my tongue back down his throat to punish him for teasing me. His hand moved from the back of my head to my shoulders as he pushed me down.
I bent down on the cool bathroom tile, pressing my knee into the hard floor. My face brushed against his trimmed bush, the scent of soap from the shower mixing with that manly locker-room musk I’d secretly always loved.
I could feel his hard, clean cock leaking already against my cheek. My mouth itched to taste him. For a split second, I hesitated—did I really want to do this? We’d almost lost our friendship years ago, but right now, the thought of holding back felt impossible.
Sliding my lips over the pink head, I licked and swirled my tongue where his foreskin pulled back, savoring him. He tasted just as good as I remembered, the sensation sharp and thrilling.
I wrapped my mouth fully around him, moving instinctively. It hit me with a jolt of nostalgia—like finding my favorite candy from childhood. The velvety softness of his foreskin contrasted deliciously with the rigidness of his erection, and I felt my heartbeat quicken.
I grabbed his ass to push him deeper into my mouth. I felt my nose tickle against his trimmed bush and sucked harder. The salty taste of his juice turned me on so much I had to slow so I would shoot my own load.
“Fuck, I missed your mouth, Jimmy,” he said.
I looked up at him. His hands were linked behind his head, biceps flexed, and his fuzzy pits exposed. I picked up the pace of my sucking; I wanted his milk badly.
“Wait—wait—not so fast,” he said, pulling back.
As he pulled out of my mouth, I whimpered. Fuck, that was embarrassing. He looked down at me and grinned. He reached down and pulled me up by my armpits.
“I know we said we were done with this—and I fucking love pussy—but I needed this, Jimmy.”
He kissed me again, pulling me close.
He grabbed both of our dicks together and started pumping them.
“Is this what you did?” he asked seductively, his face in the small of my neck. “Is this how you made Gene cum?”
He was clearly turned on at the thought. I couldn’t even form words and simply nodded my head.
“Say it—tell me how you made him bust,” he ordered.
“Yes—I rubbed our hard cocks together till we—fuck—yeah, I made him nut—he shot all over me, Regi.”
“Tell me the truth, Jimmy—did you wanna taste him like you taste me?”
That sent me over the edge. My erection pressed hard against his as I exploded, shot after shot, warm and slick, coating his neck and my chin.
Even through the waves of my orgasm, he kept stroking, relentless and steady.
Then his fingers—slick with his own cum—hovered near my mouth. “Go ahead,” he whispered, heat in his voice. “I know you want it.”
I hungrily licked him clean, deep-throating his middle finger, savoring the salty, musky taste.
He pressed against me, grinding, then flipped me onto the counter. I bent over the cool sink, gasping as he furiously stroked himself, grunting and moving faster.
The first splatter hit the middle of my back, warm and sticky. At least 4 volleys followed, coating my ass.
Fuck.
He slapped my ass, then handed me a towel. Before I could protest, he grabbed my face and kissed me again, quick and forceful.
“We should clean up and get in bed,” I said. “We do have that breakfast in the morning.”
Gene left the shower first, mumbling about towels and stumbling toward the bedroom. The second he was out the door, Regi pressed against me.
“This feels like old times,” he murmured into my neck as his hand swept down my back and cupped my ass. “Except… damn, Jimmy. You’ve put on some muscle since then.”
I laughed too loudly, too nervous to push him away. “That’s what happens when you stop living off pop-tarts and hit the gym.”
His right hand stayed glued to my ass, but his left slid between my pecs down to my flat stomach. He lifted his eyes to mine as his fingers closed around my growing erection. I tried to suppress a moan.
Regi smirked, triumphant. “Some things don’t change. You still get hard way too easy.”
“It's just the tequila talking the rest is ancient history" I muttered, shifting but not stepping away.
He laughed under his breath, thumb circling my cockhead. “Maybe. Or maybe you just missed me more than you want to admit.”
Before I could respond, the bathroom door swung open. Gene staggered in, hair plastered to his forehead, holding two towels in one hand and a beer in the other. His grin was wide, sloppy, oblivious to what was happening.
“Here—towels!” he slurred. “Hurry up in here—it’s time for more shots.” He paused and closed his eyes, considering if he was about to be sick, then stumbled back toward the bedroom, leaving us alone again.
“Go lay down; you’re already wasted,” Regi shook his head at his brother as we grabbed towels. I wrapped mine tighter than necessary, aware of his gaze.
By the time we dried off and walked back into the bedroom, Gene had already collapsed onto one side, still in just a towel.
“Gene—why don’t you sleep on the side closest to the bathroom in case you get sick?”
“Fuck you, Jimmy. I don’t puke up tequila. And…” He slurred in and out of sleep, “…I don’t wanna sleep on our dry cum puddle.”
Regi froze, eyes wide. “What the fuck did he just say?”
“Oh yeah, we fucking jizzed all over the place, right, Jimmy?” He laughed and, just like that, he passed out, snoring softly.
I swallowed hard, heat burning my face. “I… I don’t know—he’s drunk.”
He stared at me. “Jimmy, I know your tell—you can’t lie to me. What the fuck happened with you and my brother today?”
“No, wait—stop. It’s not what you think,” I tried, breathless.
“Did you and my brother cum in this bed today?”
“No—well yes, but Regi, listen,” I started.
His eyes became angry slits.
“Just listen—Gene accidentally sexted me this afternoon, then we got drunk and just watched porn… and got a little carried away.” I felt sick to my stomach, and I wasn’t sure if it was tequila or guilt.
“How do you accidentally sext someone? And what’s a little carried away? Did you tell him?!”
“He—I—no. Reg…” I was too flustered to answer.
I looked at Gene, asleep with his mouth open, suddenly innocent again after the chaos he’d caused.
“Jimmy. What the fuck. You just said in the shower those days were behind us—because you’re sucking my brother off now?”
I couldn’t tell if he was angry, jealous, or hurt.
“Regi, wait. Calm down—no. This just happened, and it’s not going to happen again. We were drunk and stupid—honestly, I think he only did it because you did.”
“Did what?! Gene sucked your dick? And how does he even know any of this?!”
“Bro, please,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “I didn’t tell him anything about us. Well, not everything… I was just drunk, confused, and I swear it won’t happen again.”
Regi’s brow furrowed, hands clenched. “So let me get this straight—Gene sexts you accidentally, you two get drunk, you accidentally busted a nut… and none of it means anything?”
“Exactly!” I said, desperation leaking into my voice. “He’s just Gene. Chaotic. I didn’t plan any of it.”
He exhaled sharply, leaning back against the headboard. His eyes softened for a moment, but tension remained, taut as a wire. “You’re going to need to start from the beginning, and don’t leave anything out,” he said quietly.
I sat on the bed and he sat next to me. I explained the whole story—the naked picture, the pool, the tequila, the porn… everything.
For a beat, he said nothing. Then quietly, almost to himself: “That’s the whole story? You’re not leaving anything out?”
“I’m not,” I said firmly.
His lips pressed into a thin line, eyes narrowing slightly—but there was a flicker. A flicker of understanding. Finally, he let out a long, shaky breath.
“Okay,” he muttered.
I nodded, tension still tight in my chest, but relief creeping in.
“Reg,” I said tentatively, “listen, I know this is like a serious moment—but I’m really drunk. I gotta piss before my kidneys explode.”
He laughed. “Actually, me too.”
We stood up, and his towel dropped. In spite of his anger, my story had clearly had an effect on Regi. His cock was definitely more solid than normal.
I walked back to the bathroom, and he was close behind. I undid my towel and stared to take a long piss.
Jimmy stood beside me with his cock out, aimed at the toilet. We used to do this as kids to save time during 4th quarter time-out.
We shook out the last drops of piss and sized up each other’s plump dicks.
Without a word, Regi reached his hand over and grabbed my balls, casually weighing them in his hand. I reached over and started to stroke his lengthening boner.
We looked up at each other and laughed. He leaned in and grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me. He pulled me by my stiff cock against his body. He continued to explore me—his hand traveling from my cock to my bush and the back around to squeeze my ass and pull me closer.
What started as a soft kiss turned into making out in earnest, and we ground into each other. I felt the pre-cum dripping from his rock-hard cock onto my hip as we kissed. For the second time today, my senses left me.
He pulled away from me and deadpanned, “So who’s the better kisser?”
I didn’t answer with words; instead, I stuck my tongue back down his throat to punish him for teasing me. His hand moved from the back of my head to my shoulders as he pushed me down.
I bent down on the cool bathroom tile, pressing my knee into the hard floor. My face brushed against his trimmed bush, the scent of soap from the shower mixing with that manly locker-room musk I’d secretly always loved.
I could feel his hard, clean cock leaking already against my cheek. My mouth itched to taste him. For a split second, I hesitated—did I really want to do this? We’d almost lost our friendship years ago, but right now, the thought of holding back felt impossible.
Sliding my lips over the pink head, I licked and swirled my tongue where his foreskin pulled back, savoring him. He tasted just as good as I remembered, the sensation sharp and thrilling.
I wrapped my mouth fully around him, moving instinctively. It hit me with a jolt of nostalgia—like finding my favorite candy from childhood. The velvety softness of his foreskin contrasted deliciously with the rigidness of his erection, and I felt my heartbeat quicken.
I grabbed his ass to push him deeper into my mouth. I felt my nose tickle against his trimmed bush and sucked harder. The salty taste of his juice turned me on so much I had to slow so I would shoot my own load.
“Fuck, I missed your mouth, Jimmy,” he said.
I looked up at him. His hands were linked behind his head, biceps flexed, and his fuzzy pits exposed. I picked up the pace of my sucking; I wanted his milk badly.
“Wait—wait—not so fast,” he said, pulling back.
As he pulled out of my mouth, I whimpered. Fuck, that was embarrassing. He looked down at me and grinned. He reached down and pulled me up by my armpits.
“I know we said we were done with this—and I fucking love pussy—but I needed this, Jimmy.”
He kissed me again, pulling me close.
He grabbed both of our dicks together and started pumping them.
“Is this what you did?” he asked seductively, his face in the small of my neck. “Is this how you made Gene cum?”
He was clearly turned on at the thought. I couldn’t even form words and simply nodded my head.
“Say it—tell me how you made him bust,” he ordered.
“Yes—I rubbed our hard cocks together till we—fuck—yeah, I made him nut—he shot all over me, Regi.”
“Tell me the truth, Jimmy—did you wanna taste him like you taste me?”
That sent me over the edge. My erection pressed hard against his as I exploded, shot after shot, warm and slick, coating his neck and my chin.
Even through the waves of my orgasm, he kept stroking, relentless and steady.
Then his fingers—slick with his own cum—hovered near my mouth. “Go ahead,” he whispered, heat in his voice. “I know you want it.”
I hungrily licked him clean, deep-throating his middle finger, savoring the salty, musky taste.
He pressed against me, grinding, then flipped me onto the counter. I bent over the cool sink, gasping as he furiously stroked himself, grunting and moving faster.
The first splatter hit the middle of my back, warm and sticky. At least 4 volleys followed, coating my ass.
Fuck.
He slapped my ass, then handed me a towel. Before I could protest, he grabbed my face and kissed me again, quick and forceful.
“We should clean up and get in bed,” I said. “We do have that breakfast in the morning.”
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Can’t wait!Thank you so much!! I'm planning to post the next part Friday
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Chapter 5
I’m in my old room at my parents’ house—I know it because of the Yasmine Bleeth poster above the shelf stacked with debate trophies and cross-country medals.
To my left, teenage Regi is rolling a joint.
“Dude, we’ve got a couple hours alone to smoke this and then we can… do stuff,” he says, voice cracking.
Before I can answer, someone pounds on the door and bursts in.
It’s Gene—but not teenage Gene. It’s Gene now: bulky, cocky, eyes locked on me.
“You’re not leaving me out this time,” he says, except it’s Regi’s voice coming out of Gene’s mouth.
They both laugh, one sound.
“Go on,” teenage Regi whispers, nodding toward Gene’s body. “Let my brother use you.”
I can’t breathe. Panic sparks.
I shove past Gene and bolt through the door.
The door slams behind me, but I’m already sprinting down a woodsy trail, sliding in mud.
Their laughter follows, sharp and cruel.
“Come back, you brother-fucker!”
A chapel flashes into view ahead, sunlight blazing off tall windows until the whole church glows.
I crash through the door. My girlfriend, Deepa stands at the altar in a white dress, veil floating like smoke.
The pews are packed—everyone watching, waiting for me.
She smiles in relief as I step toward her.
Somehow I’m in a tux now.
But just before I reach her, the best man moves in from behind and pushes me aside.
It’s Regi—grown-up, tux perfect, smile easy.
He takes her hands like it’s always been him.
Turns to me, eyes bright with a dare.
“I’m the only one who can satisfy her—she needs a real man.”
Laughter echoes—Gene’s, Regi’s, maybe even mine.
It shakes the walls.
I lunge for Deepa, but the floor splits beneath us and we plunge into a canyon opening in the center of the church.
—
I jolt awake.
The sting of tequila from an open bottle somewhere in the room assaults my nose.
My head is pounding.
Gene’s arm lies heavy across my chest; Regi’s leg is slung over mine, his morning wood pressing into my thigh.
For a moment the dream clings so tight I can’t move.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Slowly, I slide Gene’s arm away and ease out from Regi’s half-hug.
The mattress creaks, but they keep breathing steady.
In a sliver of predawn sunlight I fumble through my suitcase—shorts, a T-shirt, running shoes.
As quietly as I can, I slip out the door.
The morning air slaps me—humid, salty, alive.
I stretch once, long and shaky, then start to run, as if I can outrun the dream still buzzing through my mind.
REGI POV
I’m suddenly cold. Not even fully awake, I inch closer to Jimmy for some body heat. I push closer and hear a groan as an arm lands against my bare chest. It feels weird—too muscular, too hairy. I open my eyes and realize it’s Gene sprawled across me, his arm draped over my ribs like he thinks I’m part of the mattress. His chest presses warm and heavy against mine, and his semi poking into me .
I twist my head up to look around the room for Jimmy. He’s gone. I know him well enough to know exactly where he's gone. How the hell could he have gone for a run after a marathon night of drinking?
I shift slightly, careful not to wake Gene too abruptly. His hair sticks up in wild spikes, the fade at his temples tousled and soft—reminds me of when he was just little kid before all the attitude and swagger. His breath hits my neck; it’s warm and makes my dick stir.
“Morning, big guy,” I murmur, my lips brushing the top of his shoulder.
He groans, eyes half-lidded, squinting at me like he’s trying to piece together the world. Recognition flares, and I see it: confusion, guilt, and that ridiculous alpha cockiness that never quits.
“What the fuck happened last night? Why am I in a towel? Oh god—was there… a group shower?”
“Is that the last thing you remember?” I ask, teasing.
“I guess,” he mutters.
“You pretty much passed out after the shower- but not before telling me you didn’t want to sleep in… where did you call it? Oh yeah—the cum puddle you and Jimmy had created that afternoon… together.” I can’t resist emphasizing the last word.
His eyes snap open, wide. He pulls his head up off me, though his body stays curled next to mine. “Oh shit… you… you know about that?” His voice is rough, a mix of disbelief and embarrassment.
I grin. “Mm-hmm. Heard Jimmy’s version. Thought I’d get the full Gene account for comparison.”
He flushes and shoves his face into the pillow like he can hide under it. “I… I don’t know what you—why—”
I slide in closer, letting the warmth of my body brush his side. “Relax,” I whisper. “I know- it doesn't mean anything.”
He finally realizes that his erection is pressed against my hip and pulls away awkwardly.
He rolls onto his back, tugging his towel closed over his erection as though I haven’t shared a bathroom with him for years and haven’t seen him in every state of arousal.
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “You really think a towel can hide that from me?” I tease, letting my fingers lightly trace the bulge of his bicep. His flush is immediate, but I can tell he’s still half-amused.
“You're an asshole,” he mutters, though the edge of a smile betrays him.
I lean closer. “So… tell me about yesterday,” I murmur, letting my voice drop a little. “I want the full story. First time?"
Gene freezes, jaw tightening, eyes darting away. “Yeah but I… I don’t know if I should—”
“Come on,” I push gently, letting my hand slide along his ribs again. “It's a safe space. I’ve already heard enough to know you enjoyed it- I just want your take.”
He grunted softly, rolling slightly to avoid my gaze but pressing against me, the warmth of his body radiating under mine. “It’s… complicated,” he mutters, voice low.
“Complicated?” I echo, teasing. “It's not like we haven't shared morning-after conquest stories before” I wiggle a finger along his side, just enough to make him squirm. “Or are you questioning which team you play for?”
He groans again, burying his face in the pillow. Then, abruptly, he sits up slightly, shoulders tense. “Fuck no-- just Forget yesterday. I want to know about you… about you and Jimmy discovering porn together as teenagers--all the locked doors make sense now. When did that get started?
I pause, caught off guard. “High school- middle school? I don't even know when it started” I murmur. “That part isn’t interesting, and honestly, I don’t remember much. It just… kinda happened.” My voice tightens slightly as I glance away. I wish I could remember the beginning and forget the end.
Gene leans back, brow furrowed as though he can read my mind . “When did it stop,” he presses. “I want to know about that part too.”
I shift slightly, letting the warmth of his chest brush against mine again. “Not… not today,” I murmur, teasing, even as the memory tugs at me. “Maybe someday.”
⸻
FLASHBACK
“Hey—wake up, shithead,” I said, shaking Jimmy lightly. It was the last weekend before I left for college, and he had spent the night in my room like he had a thousand times before.
“What could you possibly want right now?” he groaned, eyes half-closed.
“My parents just left, and Gene’s probably going to be asleep for at least a couple more hours.”
Jimmy sat up slowly, rubbing at his eyes. “So… we’ve got some time to kill?” His voice was groggy, but curiosity.
I nodded and reached for the side table, pulling out the makeshift bong we’d smoked from the night before—a Frankenstein’s monster of a potato and dryer sheets, probably a fire hazard.
I took a hit, then passed it to him. Jimmy’s hair was messy and the tent in his boxers made me grin. I loved that he really only let me see him like his- not perfect.
“You want some?” I asked, holding it out. He nodded, still groggy, but eager. We inhaled together. The high hit fast, buzzing low in my chest, making the room thick and heavy.
“What are we gonna do today?” I asked as I pushed him.
“I don’t know… I’m bored,” he replied as he pushed me back.
This was our little dance. The code words to start the game that always ended the same way- with us emptying our nuts on each other.
I lunged on top of him, straddling, chest pressing to his.
“What kind of pussy sleeps in a T-shirt?” I teased, tugging at the hem. He knew the game, and he wasn’t giving up easily. He held his shirt down until I jabbed my fingers into his hairy armpit, tickling him mercilessly. His arms shot up reflexively, and I yanked the shirt over his face.
He couldn’t see, but somehow he grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back.
“Tickling isn’t fair,” he panted, pulling the shirt back down.
“Everything’s fair, bitch,” I shot back, yanking his boxers instead. They caught on his erection, but I tugged again, sliding them past his hips.
He fell forward onto me, mouth going straight for my neck. He knew my weak spots. Tongue lapping and rubbing his teenage peach fuzz on my neck. I moaned as goosebumps covered my arms. I felt my dick surge with erotic anticipation.
I relaxed for a split second—fatal mistake. He sank his mouth into my neck, teeth grazing, lips sucking, trying for a hicky.
“You bastard!” I gasped, flipping him onto his back. I climbed on top, yanking my boxers off, pressing my face to his, lips crashing into his in a punishing kiss.
“You’re still my bitch, Jimmy,” I whispered.
He whimpered, mouth opening to protest, but I shoved my tongue in, tangling it with his.
There was no softness—no romance—just messy, hormone-filled chaos. I bit his bottom lip, groaning as I felt his warm breath across my face.
Instinctively we lined our cocks up against each others. Frotting as a mess of sticky precum exposed how close we both were to losing our loads.
“Wait, wait,” I panted. “We’ve got time.”
Jimmy groaned but slowed his hips. I kissed him again, softer this time, before sliding down his body. The little chest hair he had tickled my nose, as I moved lower. Though I was craving a pair of bouncy tits- i still loved teasing his nipples with my tongue, alternating between soft sucking and biting, listening to him groan, his hands tugging at my hair.
I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. “Don’t move,” I ordered.
I pressed my face into his dark pits, inhaling his manly musk and started to jerk his hard cock slowly.
I looked up, catching his gaze. “I think I owe you a good-luck-in-college present,” I murmured.
He nodded, eyes wide, chest rising and falling.
“Say please,” I ordered.
He frowned, grabbing a fist full of my hair.
“Open wide,” he countered, daring me instead of begging.
This time I obeyed. Opening my mouth wide to let in his sticky mushroom head. His hand went from grabbing to gently pushing my head down.
I had never imagined sucking dick before Jimmy but I liked the feeling his thickness in my throat. That feeling of being out of breath and pulling up at the last second. I knew what felt good and I wanted my buddy to return the favor.
Jimmy’s thick cock was still dripping with my spit when my jaw started throbbing.
Fuck, he was girthy—like trying to suck a Red Bull. I groaned against his shaft, my teeth dragging lightly just to watch him flinch.
“You’re fucking loving this,” I whispered, shifting lower following the intoxicating locker room scent from his balls.
His nuts hung heavy against my chin, sweaty and taut. I tongued the wrinkled skin slowly, lapping up that intoxicating salt.
My gaze slid lower. Between his cheeks, untouched and clenched tight, was that perfect brown pucker—smoother than any I’d ever imagined. Without thinking, I spread him wide and dug in- a first for both of us.
I half expected him to bolt, but the sound he made wasn’t just panic—it was like pleasure.
Jimmy’s gasp tore through the room. “R-Regi?! What the FUCK—”
But his hips arched off the bed, pushing his hole against my tongue.
He wanted it. I speared him with my tongue deeper, wet, sloppy strokes.
When I slid a finger inside he begged "Jesus, noo—” His hole sucked me in, hot velvet clenching tight around my knuckle. I crooked my finger, searching for the spot while taking his cock back down my throat.
Part of me wanted to laugh— the never frazzled Jimmy completely losing it like this—but I couldn’t spare the breath.
He fucked my face in ragged thrusts, a flood of pre-cum sweet on my tongue, his moans guttural.
Before I could even catch my breath from eating his ass like I’d starve without it, Jimmy’s hands slammed into my shoulders and flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing. The bed frame groaned as he straddled my hips, his muscular thighs framing my waist, his cock already slick with precum and spit. Thick, dark veins pulsed along the shaft, and I couldn’t help licking my lips.
He gripped himself at the base, jerking furiously. "You wanted in, huh?" he whispered, voice raw with need. "After what you just did to me… you earned my nut in your face."
I pulled him back by his waist until my cock was between his firm ass cheeks. This wasn’t the first time we’d done this — the “hot dog in a bun” game we’d played since we were stupid horny teens — but this was different. His hole was wet from my rimming.
Our eyes locked. No words. I lifted my hips, my uncut cockhead dragging across his rim — thick, soft foreskin pulling back as I nudged against him. I held his stare, begging silently: Can I? Now? Please?
He answered by lowering himself.
A choked gasp escaped both of us as my thick mushroom head pushed its way inside him. "Fuck!" Jimmy hissed, head falling back, neck strained, muscles tight. "Too big — no, wait stop—"
But I didn’t. I gripped his waist and pulled him down, sinking deeper into that molten heat, his virgin ass tight as hell, clenching like a fist around my girth. Inch by inch, I buried myself inside him I could feel every ridge of my cock stretching him wide, his hole clenching in shock and pleasure.
We stayed like that — buried deep, motionless — before he leaned forward, pressing his chest against mine, our mouths crashing together. I sucked his tongue like I was swallowing his soul.
The grunts started to turn from pain to please as he relaxed his hole and let me all the way in. Then he started to ride.
He rose and fell on my cock, using his thighs to control the pace making his ass slap against my pelvis. I reached up, biting one of his nipples, then the other, while my hands gripped his ass cheeks, spreading him wider so I could feel my cock disappear inside him.
Jimmy was starting to break a sweat as he bounced on me.
“Turn over,” I said, the words rougher than I meant.
He hesitated for half a second, then shifted, palms flat to the mattress. The sight of him like that—trusting me enough to give up control—hit me like a punch.
I moved behind him, hands skimming down the tense muscles of his back.
We were still breathing hard, his cock getting used to my girth again, when the floor creaked next door.
Click.
The bathroom door on Gene's opening.
My blood turned to ice.
“Gene…” Jimmy breathed, eyes wide with panic
Gene was in the adjoining bathroom having a forceful piss. “Hey, Regi—did Mom and Dad leave?” he called.
We froze. I forced my voice steady. “Yeah, a little while ago,” I answered.
“You wanna play some World of Warcraft?” he asked through the door. He had his ass beaten up too many times to walk in my room without permission.
“Go ahead and play downstairs, man,” I said, forcing calm. “Jimmy’s helping me pack for college. Then we can all grab breakfast later.”
“Fine,” he replied. I could tell he felt left out, and we heard the stomp of his footsteps down the stairs.
Still on all fours, Jimmy looked back up at me. The prospect of getting caught only made me hornier.
When he opened his mouth, I thought he was going to tell me to stop. So instead, I pressed him back into the pillow, my hand firm at the base of his neck, thrusting my rigid prick back in him before either of us could think.
I started thrusting faster now. My hands on his hips and my mind raced with all the girls I wanted to fuck like this- rough and hard. In the end though my mind settled on the fact that i was taking my best friend virginity.
One final thrust — deep, unrelenting — and I came so hard I think I blacked out. My cock throbbed inside him, spewing ropes of thick, hot cum deep into his hole. The moment I did, his ass clenchedaround my stiff rod — pulsing, milking, as he shot his load against my bedsheets.
We collapsed, breathless, tangled, slick with sweat and cum. My cock slipped out of him with a lewd, wet sound.
Neither of us spoke. Suddenly I was embarrassed that we had gone that far.
I grabbed a crumpled T-shirt off the floor and tossed it at Jimmy. “Here. Clean yourself up.”
He caught it, dragging the cotton across his abs in slow, lazy circles.
I slid out of bed, and stepped into the first pair of boxers I found.
“Uh… Regi? Those are mine.”
I looked down, then back up at him. “Does it matter anymore?” My shrug was deliberate.
At the dresser, I tugged a clean shirt over my shoulders, letting the silence stretch until he shifted.
“Gotta say, “your ass puts Sharon’s to shame.” I'm trying to normalize the situation.
Jimmy blinked. “Wait—ass-fucked Sharon? And never told me?”
“Once,” I said, glancing at him in the mirror. “She was on her period, didn’t want to waste the night of privacy. Swore me to secrecy so she wouldn’t get a rep.”
I let a slow grin creep in. "Honestly, though? Now I'm doubting her ass was a virgin, so maybe the reputation was deserved."
We both laughed loudly
"Yeah, yeah, funny. But seriously—” His face went serious, and I recognized the tone. “Speaking of sworn to secrecy- I we gotta stop-- whatever this is.”
I rubbed the back of my neck, nodding. “Yeah… fine. That went too far- sorry. Won’t happen again.”
“No,” he said firmly. “We both got carried away- but we are going to college man! No more parent and curfews- no more excuses not to get as much pussy as we can. This was all just practice- right?”
I took a beat, letting that sink in. Then I nodded, finally agreeing. “Yeah. Agreed. Pussy is way better.”
I finished getting dressed and headed for the door. He swung his legs off the bed starting to get getting dressed. I saw a streak of cum on his collarbone.
I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him close. My lips found his collarbone and I licked up that last bit of proof of this morning's activities.
I moved up to his lips, kissing him, one hand sliding down to cup his still bare ass. I felt him go hard against me as he kissed me back.
“You missed a spot,” I murmured.
“Now we’re done,” I said finally, pulling back, brushing a hand over his slender chest.
He was hard again and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Take care of that thing before you come see my brother, you perv,” I teased, straightening my shirt.
Chapter 5
I’m in my old room at my parents’ house—I know it because of the Yasmine Bleeth poster above the shelf stacked with debate trophies and cross-country medals.
To my left, teenage Regi is rolling a joint.
“Dude, we’ve got a couple hours alone to smoke this and then we can… do stuff,” he says, voice cracking.
Before I can answer, someone pounds on the door and bursts in.
It’s Gene—but not teenage Gene. It’s Gene now: bulky, cocky, eyes locked on me.
“You’re not leaving me out this time,” he says, except it’s Regi’s voice coming out of Gene’s mouth.
They both laugh, one sound.
“Go on,” teenage Regi whispers, nodding toward Gene’s body. “Let my brother use you.”
I can’t breathe. Panic sparks.
I shove past Gene and bolt through the door.
The door slams behind me, but I’m already sprinting down a woodsy trail, sliding in mud.
Their laughter follows, sharp and cruel.
“Come back, you brother-fucker!”
A chapel flashes into view ahead, sunlight blazing off tall windows until the whole church glows.
I crash through the door. My girlfriend, Deepa stands at the altar in a white dress, veil floating like smoke.
The pews are packed—everyone watching, waiting for me.
She smiles in relief as I step toward her.
Somehow I’m in a tux now.
But just before I reach her, the best man moves in from behind and pushes me aside.
It’s Regi—grown-up, tux perfect, smile easy.
He takes her hands like it’s always been him.
Turns to me, eyes bright with a dare.
“I’m the only one who can satisfy her—she needs a real man.”
Laughter echoes—Gene’s, Regi’s, maybe even mine.
It shakes the walls.
I lunge for Deepa, but the floor splits beneath us and we plunge into a canyon opening in the center of the church.
—
I jolt awake.
The sting of tequila from an open bottle somewhere in the room assaults my nose.
My head is pounding.
Gene’s arm lies heavy across my chest; Regi’s leg is slung over mine, his morning wood pressing into my thigh.
For a moment the dream clings so tight I can’t move.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Slowly, I slide Gene’s arm away and ease out from Regi’s half-hug.
The mattress creaks, but they keep breathing steady.
In a sliver of predawn sunlight I fumble through my suitcase—shorts, a T-shirt, running shoes.
As quietly as I can, I slip out the door.
The morning air slaps me—humid, salty, alive.
I stretch once, long and shaky, then start to run, as if I can outrun the dream still buzzing through my mind.
REGI POV
I’m suddenly cold. Not even fully awake, I inch closer to Jimmy for some body heat. I push closer and hear a groan as an arm lands against my bare chest. It feels weird—too muscular, too hairy. I open my eyes and realize it’s Gene sprawled across me, his arm draped over my ribs like he thinks I’m part of the mattress. His chest presses warm and heavy against mine, and his semi poking into me .
I twist my head up to look around the room for Jimmy. He’s gone. I know him well enough to know exactly where he's gone. How the hell could he have gone for a run after a marathon night of drinking?
I shift slightly, careful not to wake Gene too abruptly. His hair sticks up in wild spikes, the fade at his temples tousled and soft—reminds me of when he was just little kid before all the attitude and swagger. His breath hits my neck; it’s warm and makes my dick stir.
“Morning, big guy,” I murmur, my lips brushing the top of his shoulder.
He groans, eyes half-lidded, squinting at me like he’s trying to piece together the world. Recognition flares, and I see it: confusion, guilt, and that ridiculous alpha cockiness that never quits.
“What the fuck happened last night? Why am I in a towel? Oh god—was there… a group shower?”
“Is that the last thing you remember?” I ask, teasing.
“I guess,” he mutters.
“You pretty much passed out after the shower- but not before telling me you didn’t want to sleep in… where did you call it? Oh yeah—the cum puddle you and Jimmy had created that afternoon… together.” I can’t resist emphasizing the last word.
His eyes snap open, wide. He pulls his head up off me, though his body stays curled next to mine. “Oh shit… you… you know about that?” His voice is rough, a mix of disbelief and embarrassment.
I grin. “Mm-hmm. Heard Jimmy’s version. Thought I’d get the full Gene account for comparison.”
He flushes and shoves his face into the pillow like he can hide under it. “I… I don’t know what you—why—”
I slide in closer, letting the warmth of my body brush his side. “Relax,” I whisper. “I know- it doesn't mean anything.”
He finally realizes that his erection is pressed against my hip and pulls away awkwardly.
He rolls onto his back, tugging his towel closed over his erection as though I haven’t shared a bathroom with him for years and haven’t seen him in every state of arousal.
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “You really think a towel can hide that from me?” I tease, letting my fingers lightly trace the bulge of his bicep. His flush is immediate, but I can tell he’s still half-amused.
“You're an asshole,” he mutters, though the edge of a smile betrays him.
I lean closer. “So… tell me about yesterday,” I murmur, letting my voice drop a little. “I want the full story. First time?"
Gene freezes, jaw tightening, eyes darting away. “Yeah but I… I don’t know if I should—”
“Come on,” I push gently, letting my hand slide along his ribs again. “It's a safe space. I’ve already heard enough to know you enjoyed it- I just want your take.”
He grunted softly, rolling slightly to avoid my gaze but pressing against me, the warmth of his body radiating under mine. “It’s… complicated,” he mutters, voice low.
“Complicated?” I echo, teasing. “It's not like we haven't shared morning-after conquest stories before” I wiggle a finger along his side, just enough to make him squirm. “Or are you questioning which team you play for?”
He groans again, burying his face in the pillow. Then, abruptly, he sits up slightly, shoulders tense. “Fuck no-- just Forget yesterday. I want to know about you… about you and Jimmy discovering porn together as teenagers--all the locked doors make sense now. When did that get started?
I pause, caught off guard. “High school- middle school? I don't even know when it started” I murmur. “That part isn’t interesting, and honestly, I don’t remember much. It just… kinda happened.” My voice tightens slightly as I glance away. I wish I could remember the beginning and forget the end.
Gene leans back, brow furrowed as though he can read my mind . “When did it stop,” he presses. “I want to know about that part too.”
I shift slightly, letting the warmth of his chest brush against mine again. “Not… not today,” I murmur, teasing, even as the memory tugs at me. “Maybe someday.”
⸻
FLASHBACK
“Hey—wake up, shithead,” I said, shaking Jimmy lightly. It was the last weekend before I left for college, and he had spent the night in my room like he had a thousand times before.
“What could you possibly want right now?” he groaned, eyes half-closed.
“My parents just left, and Gene’s probably going to be asleep for at least a couple more hours.”
Jimmy sat up slowly, rubbing at his eyes. “So… we’ve got some time to kill?” His voice was groggy, but curiosity.
I nodded and reached for the side table, pulling out the makeshift bong we’d smoked from the night before—a Frankenstein’s monster of a potato and dryer sheets, probably a fire hazard.
I took a hit, then passed it to him. Jimmy’s hair was messy and the tent in his boxers made me grin. I loved that he really only let me see him like his- not perfect.
“You want some?” I asked, holding it out. He nodded, still groggy, but eager. We inhaled together. The high hit fast, buzzing low in my chest, making the room thick and heavy.
“What are we gonna do today?” I asked as I pushed him.
“I don’t know… I’m bored,” he replied as he pushed me back.
This was our little dance. The code words to start the game that always ended the same way- with us emptying our nuts on each other.
I lunged on top of him, straddling, chest pressing to his.
“What kind of pussy sleeps in a T-shirt?” I teased, tugging at the hem. He knew the game, and he wasn’t giving up easily. He held his shirt down until I jabbed my fingers into his hairy armpit, tickling him mercilessly. His arms shot up reflexively, and I yanked the shirt over his face.
He couldn’t see, but somehow he grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back.
“Tickling isn’t fair,” he panted, pulling the shirt back down.
“Everything’s fair, bitch,” I shot back, yanking his boxers instead. They caught on his erection, but I tugged again, sliding them past his hips.
He fell forward onto me, mouth going straight for my neck. He knew my weak spots. Tongue lapping and rubbing his teenage peach fuzz on my neck. I moaned as goosebumps covered my arms. I felt my dick surge with erotic anticipation.
I relaxed for a split second—fatal mistake. He sank his mouth into my neck, teeth grazing, lips sucking, trying for a hicky.
“You bastard!” I gasped, flipping him onto his back. I climbed on top, yanking my boxers off, pressing my face to his, lips crashing into his in a punishing kiss.
“You’re still my bitch, Jimmy,” I whispered.
He whimpered, mouth opening to protest, but I shoved my tongue in, tangling it with his.
There was no softness—no romance—just messy, hormone-filled chaos. I bit his bottom lip, groaning as I felt his warm breath across my face.
Instinctively we lined our cocks up against each others. Frotting as a mess of sticky precum exposed how close we both were to losing our loads.
“Wait, wait,” I panted. “We’ve got time.”
Jimmy groaned but slowed his hips. I kissed him again, softer this time, before sliding down his body. The little chest hair he had tickled my nose, as I moved lower. Though I was craving a pair of bouncy tits- i still loved teasing his nipples with my tongue, alternating between soft sucking and biting, listening to him groan, his hands tugging at my hair.
I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. “Don’t move,” I ordered.
I pressed my face into his dark pits, inhaling his manly musk and started to jerk his hard cock slowly.
I looked up, catching his gaze. “I think I owe you a good-luck-in-college present,” I murmured.
He nodded, eyes wide, chest rising and falling.
“Say please,” I ordered.
He frowned, grabbing a fist full of my hair.
“Open wide,” he countered, daring me instead of begging.
This time I obeyed. Opening my mouth wide to let in his sticky mushroom head. His hand went from grabbing to gently pushing my head down.
I had never imagined sucking dick before Jimmy but I liked the feeling his thickness in my throat. That feeling of being out of breath and pulling up at the last second. I knew what felt good and I wanted my buddy to return the favor.
Jimmy’s thick cock was still dripping with my spit when my jaw started throbbing.
Fuck, he was girthy—like trying to suck a Red Bull. I groaned against his shaft, my teeth dragging lightly just to watch him flinch.
“You’re fucking loving this,” I whispered, shifting lower following the intoxicating locker room scent from his balls.
His nuts hung heavy against my chin, sweaty and taut. I tongued the wrinkled skin slowly, lapping up that intoxicating salt.
My gaze slid lower. Between his cheeks, untouched and clenched tight, was that perfect brown pucker—smoother than any I’d ever imagined. Without thinking, I spread him wide and dug in- a first for both of us.
I half expected him to bolt, but the sound he made wasn’t just panic—it was like pleasure.
Jimmy’s gasp tore through the room. “R-Regi?! What the FUCK—”
But his hips arched off the bed, pushing his hole against my tongue.
He wanted it. I speared him with my tongue deeper, wet, sloppy strokes.
When I slid a finger inside he begged "Jesus, noo—” His hole sucked me in, hot velvet clenching tight around my knuckle. I crooked my finger, searching for the spot while taking his cock back down my throat.
Part of me wanted to laugh— the never frazzled Jimmy completely losing it like this—but I couldn’t spare the breath.
He fucked my face in ragged thrusts, a flood of pre-cum sweet on my tongue, his moans guttural.
Before I could even catch my breath from eating his ass like I’d starve without it, Jimmy’s hands slammed into my shoulders and flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing. The bed frame groaned as he straddled my hips, his muscular thighs framing my waist, his cock already slick with precum and spit. Thick, dark veins pulsed along the shaft, and I couldn’t help licking my lips.
He gripped himself at the base, jerking furiously. "You wanted in, huh?" he whispered, voice raw with need. "After what you just did to me… you earned my nut in your face."
I pulled him back by his waist until my cock was between his firm ass cheeks. This wasn’t the first time we’d done this — the “hot dog in a bun” game we’d played since we were stupid horny teens — but this was different. His hole was wet from my rimming.
Our eyes locked. No words. I lifted my hips, my uncut cockhead dragging across his rim — thick, soft foreskin pulling back as I nudged against him. I held his stare, begging silently: Can I? Now? Please?
He answered by lowering himself.
A choked gasp escaped both of us as my thick mushroom head pushed its way inside him. "Fuck!" Jimmy hissed, head falling back, neck strained, muscles tight. "Too big — no, wait stop—"
But I didn’t. I gripped his waist and pulled him down, sinking deeper into that molten heat, his virgin ass tight as hell, clenching like a fist around my girth. Inch by inch, I buried myself inside him I could feel every ridge of my cock stretching him wide, his hole clenching in shock and pleasure.
We stayed like that — buried deep, motionless — before he leaned forward, pressing his chest against mine, our mouths crashing together. I sucked his tongue like I was swallowing his soul.
The grunts started to turn from pain to please as he relaxed his hole and let me all the way in. Then he started to ride.
He rose and fell on my cock, using his thighs to control the pace making his ass slap against my pelvis. I reached up, biting one of his nipples, then the other, while my hands gripped his ass cheeks, spreading him wider so I could feel my cock disappear inside him.
Jimmy was starting to break a sweat as he bounced on me.
“Turn over,” I said, the words rougher than I meant.
He hesitated for half a second, then shifted, palms flat to the mattress. The sight of him like that—trusting me enough to give up control—hit me like a punch.
I moved behind him, hands skimming down the tense muscles of his back.
We were still breathing hard, his cock getting used to my girth again, when the floor creaked next door.
Click.
The bathroom door on Gene's opening.
My blood turned to ice.
“Gene…” Jimmy breathed, eyes wide with panic
Gene was in the adjoining bathroom having a forceful piss. “Hey, Regi—did Mom and Dad leave?” he called.
We froze. I forced my voice steady. “Yeah, a little while ago,” I answered.
“You wanna play some World of Warcraft?” he asked through the door. He had his ass beaten up too many times to walk in my room without permission.
“Go ahead and play downstairs, man,” I said, forcing calm. “Jimmy’s helping me pack for college. Then we can all grab breakfast later.”
“Fine,” he replied. I could tell he felt left out, and we heard the stomp of his footsteps down the stairs.
Still on all fours, Jimmy looked back up at me. The prospect of getting caught only made me hornier.
When he opened his mouth, I thought he was going to tell me to stop. So instead, I pressed him back into the pillow, my hand firm at the base of his neck, thrusting my rigid prick back in him before either of us could think.
I started thrusting faster now. My hands on his hips and my mind raced with all the girls I wanted to fuck like this- rough and hard. In the end though my mind settled on the fact that i was taking my best friend virginity.
One final thrust — deep, unrelenting — and I came so hard I think I blacked out. My cock throbbed inside him, spewing ropes of thick, hot cum deep into his hole. The moment I did, his ass clenchedaround my stiff rod — pulsing, milking, as he shot his load against my bedsheets.
We collapsed, breathless, tangled, slick with sweat and cum. My cock slipped out of him with a lewd, wet sound.
Neither of us spoke. Suddenly I was embarrassed that we had gone that far.
I grabbed a crumpled T-shirt off the floor and tossed it at Jimmy. “Here. Clean yourself up.”
He caught it, dragging the cotton across his abs in slow, lazy circles.
I slid out of bed, and stepped into the first pair of boxers I found.
“Uh… Regi? Those are mine.”
I looked down, then back up at him. “Does it matter anymore?” My shrug was deliberate.
At the dresser, I tugged a clean shirt over my shoulders, letting the silence stretch until he shifted.
“Gotta say, “your ass puts Sharon’s to shame.” I'm trying to normalize the situation.
Jimmy blinked. “Wait—ass-fucked Sharon? And never told me?”
“Once,” I said, glancing at him in the mirror. “She was on her period, didn’t want to waste the night of privacy. Swore me to secrecy so she wouldn’t get a rep.”
I let a slow grin creep in. "Honestly, though? Now I'm doubting her ass was a virgin, so maybe the reputation was deserved."
We both laughed loudly
"Yeah, yeah, funny. But seriously—” His face went serious, and I recognized the tone. “Speaking of sworn to secrecy- I we gotta stop-- whatever this is.”
I rubbed the back of my neck, nodding. “Yeah… fine. That went too far- sorry. Won’t happen again.”
“No,” he said firmly. “We both got carried away- but we are going to college man! No more parent and curfews- no more excuses not to get as much pussy as we can. This was all just practice- right?”
I took a beat, letting that sink in. Then I nodded, finally agreeing. “Yeah. Agreed. Pussy is way better.”
I finished getting dressed and headed for the door. He swung his legs off the bed starting to get getting dressed. I saw a streak of cum on his collarbone.
I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him close. My lips found his collarbone and I licked up that last bit of proof of this morning's activities.
I moved up to his lips, kissing him, one hand sliding down to cup his still bare ass. I felt him go hard against me as he kissed me back.
“You missed a spot,” I murmured.
“Now we’re done,” I said finally, pulling back, brushing a hand over his slender chest.
He was hard again and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Take care of that thing before you come see my brother, you perv,” I teased, straightening my shirt.
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