Brothers & Brothers

7.

“You weren’t wearing a skirt when we met...” Sylvester looked up at the younger man, gently running his hand along one of the smooth thighs. Vince was sitting comfortably on his lap, still naked, covered with a soft blanket. The other two were in bed, watching a movie, apparently.

“I never wear my girl’s clothes outside,” Vince said with a slight shrug. “They’re private. It’s my kink, and I don’t want other people to know until I think the time is right.”

“Weren’t you nervous? I mean... We just met, and we barely talked. How could you know the time was right to show me?”

“I just knew,” Vince shrugged again. “The moment I met you, I knew you were the daddy I was looking for, ever since I experienced my first cock. And I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Heh...” Sylvester smirked, looking at the soft features. “Yeah, I guess you were right, baby. And yeah, I loved that miniskirt. I adored your panties when we met, and I sure loved how you looked today.”

“Where are my panties, anyway...?”

“In my bed,” Sly said pleased. “I washed them because you made them very dirty when you came on my bike, but you won’t get them back.”

“So...” Vince played with the curls on Sylvester’s chest, and averted his eyes. “So you weren’t planning on giving them back, but you didn’t throw them away either. I made an impression on you then, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” Sylvester admitted it, slowly nodding. “Yes, you did.”

“What attracted you in me? And made me different from the other boys you had, Sly?” Vince shifted a bit more comfortable, and rested his head on the man’s broad shoulder, looking up with big puppy eyes.

Sylvester smiled warmly at him. “At first? Your eyes,” he said. “So big and innocent, yet so cheeky at the same time... You immediately took my invitation to go for a ride, and your kisses were so good, baby.” He sighed a bit. “Everything was great from the start,” he continued. “But it could have been a one-night stand, if you hadn’t been wearing pink ladies panties with small red hearts. I guess that’s what made you special at that moment. Then I got intrigued.”

“Really?” Vince smiled, humming softly. “Frankly, I was afraid they would put you off...”

Sly chuckled. “I bet you would have drawn my attention anyway, with the way you enjoy yourself. Baby, you get all quiet when you come, and you even cry...”

“You saw that?” Blushing, the boy looked away for a moment. “I never did something like that, you know? Crying, I mean. I’m always quiet when I come.”

Softly, Sylvester caressed the boy’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “We made an impact on each other, hm?” As Vince nodded quietly, he leaned in to kiss him. “What would you like from your daddy, baby?” he whispered. “In general. What were your dreams? Your wishes?”

The boy thought it over, pressing closer against him. “Good sex, is one thing,” he said softly. “And I wanted someone to take care of me. Like... me doing the housekeeping and being at home, you know? Waiting for my daddy to come home from work, and massage his feet while dinner is cooking...”

Sylvester turned his head a bit, looking at him with a frown. “Really?” he asked surprised. “You want a husband? Oh boy...”

“Yeah,” Vince sighed. “I know. Impossible, right?”

“No... Not impossible, baby. If I lived on my own, I would take you home now, and you would quit your job first thing Monday morning. But I live with my brother, and I don’t know if he would appreciate another stupid act of mine.”

“Stupid?”

“Not your wish,” Sly quickly said, tightening his arms. “But my impulsive decisions. I never think before I act, unlike Jon. He’s the smart one of us.”

“Why? Because he thinks a lot? You both do the same work...”

“Oh, my work is easy. I don’t have to think much at my job. But Jon, he has to teach others to do what I do, and that’s a lot harder. You didn’t tell much about your work either... Don’t you like to work at that book store?”

“Oh yes, it’s nice...” Vince yawned behind a dainty hand. “Part time work, and it pays the rent. But I rather do the housekeeping for my man.”

“Jon is away, during the week...”

Suddenly, Vince was less tired than he showed earlier. His eyes opened wide. “He is...? So... Do you think I can play house during the time he is away?”

“You can’t quit your day job just yet, though,” Sly said without thinking.

“That’s a yes!” Vince immediately concluded. With a wide smile, he cuddled the older man, and kissed his cheek.

Sly laughed softly. “You little manipulative bitch,” he said lovingly. “You know exactly where to get me, don’t you?”

“I hope so. I do my best... Shall we sleep?”

Sylvester let go of his hold, and they got up from the chair to change the sofa into a bed. The apartment was quiet already. In fact, the television had been silent for quite some time, now. In the other room, Terrence was lying with his head on Jon’s shoulder, and he felt a bit sad.

“He’s right, you know,” he said quietly. “You will be away most of the week, in hotels... Sylvester is alone, and Vince can be with him every night, if he wants to.”

“Yes, he can,” Jon said. He looked at him in the dark. “Do you envy him?”

Terrence shrugged. “A little... I would like something like that, you know. Being with you every night.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Jon smiled. He turned on his side, and pulled him close. “What you really want, sweetheart, is to be alone all week, and to look forward to the weekends. Live your own life, Terry. Don’t give it to me yet. You and I, we will be together for a long time, if things work out the way we want it to. You will see me often enough, and you will enjoy every minute.”

“Hm... Yes, there some truth in that too.”

“Of course, if you have time off, you are more than welcome to look me up in the hotel I’m staying at, and spend the night with me.”

Even in the dark, Terry’s grin was clearly visible. “Now we’re talking...”

“I knew you would like the idea.” Jon nuzzled him. “How’s the butt?”

“A little sore,” Terrence smiled. “As you could have expected. I will still be able to sit though. I was the first for you, wasn’t I?”

“Yes. You were the first to have me all the way,” Jon nodded. “It was the first time I ever fucked anyone.” He moaned softly as he thought back at it. “It was amazing. I loved the way you sucked me, sweetie, but it couldn’t even compare.”

“We will do it again soon, hm?”

“As soon as you’re up to it. I’ll buy a whole box of lube, I promise.”

Laughing, Terrence pulled the blankets a bit higher. “Let’s sleep. I want to wake up next to you tomorrow, and remember everything.”

*

Vince was awake early, the next morning. He felt great, and left the make-shift bed to make coffee for everyone. When he was done, he rummaged in his bag to find a suitable outfit to wake up Sylvester properly. He chose a thin, white satin nightdress with spaghetti straps, and slipped it over his head. It barely covered anything. Tight around his torso, it flared around his hips, and his butt peeked from underneath. He walked back to the bed, and looked at the older man for a moment.

Sylvester was big, heavy, and covered with dark curly hair. He was lying on his back, his uncut penis lying peacefully on the heavy, hairy scrotum. “Baby wants to fuck,” Vince said huskily, and the cock jerked up a bit. As Sylvester didn’t wake up, Vince knelt down, straddling the legs. He leaned down to kiss the soft skin. As his lips touched the cock, it grew harder. Sylvester moaned a bit in his sleep.

Vince straightened up, and reached for the lube. He pushed some on his fingers, and slid them in his ass, greasing it thoroughly. He wasn’t sore at all. Sly wasn’t big enough to hurt him. Vince loved how he could be fucked by the man without having to change to something else. When he was done, he wiped his fingers, and leaned down again. He gently sucked the now hard cock deep in his mouth.

The bear didn’t wake up, although he moaned and squirmed in pleasure. He mumbled Vince’s name, sliding his hands over his hairy tits to pinch his nipples. Even in his sleep, he licked his lips. He could wake up any moment now, so Vince stopped. He lifted the erection, shifted above it, and pushed down.

“Baby!” Sylvester groaned, arching his back off the mattress. He opened his eyes, thinking he was dreaming. He grinned as he found the smaller man on his lap, sitting on his cock. “Good morning, baby boy,” he laughed softly. “You look sexy this morning.. Oh!” Vince had lifted his butt, and pushed down hard. “Yeah... Ride your daddy, boy... Use your teddy bear.”

Vince began to ride him harder. “I’ve always wanted to fuck my teddy,” he said under his breath. “If only it had a good cock like yours.” His hands curled in the chest hair and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back. His cock jumped up and down under the silk with every movement of his hips.

Sylvester was enchanted. He looked at the delighted expression, and the slender body covered with silk. “You’re so beautiful and sexy,” he sighed, reaching up to feel the nightdress. He pulled at a hard nipple, as his other hand wandered down to find the boy’s arousal. Hidden under the silk, he began to stroke him.

“Ah yes,” Vince groaned in pleasure. “Make me dirty!” He moved slower, grinding the head against his prostate. His nails raked the man’s skin, leaving red marks.

Sylvester leaned up, and grabbed the boy between his arms. He rolled over, kissed him, and began to fuck him the way he liked it; hard and fierce. Vince made a muffled, but appreciative sound, answering the kiss as he pulled him down. He already breathed heavier and unevenly. He expected it to be over soon, but then Sly slowed down, and broke the kiss.

“Are they still asleep?” he asked, gesturing to the bedroom with his head.

“Yes,” Vince replied breathlessly.

“Excellent. Get up.” He pulled back, and helped Vince on his feet. He admired him for a moment. “Silk,” he said, practically drooling. He shivered, and his cock jerked up. “To the table, baby... Lean over it.”

With a surprised giggle, Vince quickly obeyed. He leaned on the table, legs spread wide, moving his ass in a slutty, needy manner. “I hope you won’t break it!” he chuckled.

“It looks sturdy enough to me.” Sylvester moved his hands over the silk at Vince’s sides to his hips, and stood in position. He slid in with one single thrust, held still for a moment, and began to fuck him. In this position, he could use all his force. Even Vince, with all his experience, cried out in surprise as he slammed inside, and he braced himself at the tabletop. The table groaned under the forceful thrusts, but it didn’t break.

“Yes!” Vince uttered elatedly. “Fuck, yes! Take me hard! Oh!” The silk rubbed against the head of his erection, wet already, causing just enough pleasure to feel a slow but intense orgasm building up. “Daddy! Yes!”

In the bedroom, Jon looked up. “Do you have a father?” he asked Terrence, who was playing with his balls.

“Yes... And he would be ever so shocked if he heard this,” Terry laughed.

Vince didn’t think about his father; he thought about Sylvester giving him all the pleasure he craved for. He still yelled, until he abruptly held his breath and got quiet. Sylvester instantly changed his angle and speed, and he saw stars before his eyes when his balls drew back in his loins, pumping up his climax. His nails dug in the wood as he came. The front of his nightdress was wet and stuck to his cock, the sperm dripping down slowly. Finally, he breathed out with a loud, hoarse cry.

Sylvester wasn’t done with him yet. He drew back, turned him around, and lifted him on the table. He pulled the now weak legs on his shoulders and lunged back inside, fucking him with slow, deep thrusts. He grabbed the wet silk in his hands, pulling Vince towards him. “Vinnie... Shit yeah! Ungh!”

“I don’t know about you,” Terrence sighed as he rolled on his back and threw the blankets off, “but I am hot as hell now.” He spat in his hand, and began to masturbate.

“Me too...” Jon stared at the stroking hand, and licked his lips. “Need help?”

“Yes. Suck me, Jonnie... Suck me, and finger me.” He didn’t stop stroking until the blond man sat between his legs, lubing his fingers, and gently pushing them inside. He sighed in pleasure as the hot mouth enclosed him, and lifted his legs for better access. His ass was less sore than he expected, he noticed as the three fingers spread him. He groaned delightedly.

Jon knew how to pleasure with his mouth and fingers. It was all he could do, in the past. Sliding in his fingers one by one, using plenty of lubricant, he took the cock deep in his throat. Normally, he would be more than happy to finish someone off like that. Normally, he wouldn’t even grow hard. But that morning, his cock had grown to full erection, and was impatiently throbbing. It had tasted something new. It wanted more. Jon almost cursed it.

Terrence moved his hips up and down. He spread his legs even wider, spreading his ass with his hands, allowing the fingers deeply inside. He loved the friction. The mouth was marvelous, and he would be able to come easily, but it wasn’t enough. “Fuck me,” he breathed. “Fuck me, Jonnie...”

Jon almost chocked in the cock. He wanted to ask if he was sure, but he couldn’t get it out of his throat. He sat up, slowly drew his fingers back, and took the lube without looking. He stared at Terrence’s face as he emptied the tube on his cock. He greased the whole length thoroughly, but swiftly, and wiped his hands. Leaning over Terrence with his hands at either side of the boy’s head, he kissed him, and positioned his hips.

Terrence guided him. He sucked the hot tongue as he placed the large head against his sphincter, and pushed up to take it inside. Just like the day before, Jon eased in gently, but he did it a lot faster now he knew Terrence could handle him. Within minutes, the large balls hit his notch. Terrence had to pull his head back to gasp for air. He grabbed Jon’s hips, keeping him in place, and breathed slowly to adjust to the size. Of course it hurt. But the pain was insignificant to the immense pleasure he felt. The cock filled him completely, and he imagined he could feel the throbbing head against his stomach. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, and nodded. “Ready for you,” he breathed.

Jon shivered and moaned in utter delight as he slowly drew back. He almost slipped out before he thrust back in with a deep groan, and his eyes fluttered close. “Terry,” he whispered passionately. “You make me so happy...”

The cock pushed all his entrails aside, Terrence thought in awe. His muscles protested a bit, but they warmed up quickly, and it was much easier to receive the slowly sliding pole. “Ahh... I want a video of this!” he cried out. “I want to see how you stretch me! I want to see how you impale me, Jonnie! I want you! Fuck me!”

Picking up a faster pace, Jon grinned and opened his eyes. “I never thought you were so greedy, baby,” he said with a groan. “Gods! And I wanted to keep away from sex with you until we were ready for it!”

“Me too,” Terrence managed to reply. “Before I knew you had a trunk in your pants...” His hand had found his cock again, and he was masturbating with fervor. He felt all his muscles inside, gripping the sliding pole; muscles he didn’t know he had. He would be Jon’s boy forever, he thought deliriously. If only because no man would ever be able to satisfy him anymore.
Cries and groans filled his ears, and he knew most of them were his own. Shamelessly, he begged the man to fill him, to stuff him, to fuck him harder and faster. His whole body seemed on fire, and his hand had a life on its own. He screamed the man’s name as he came, but he didn’t stop stroking. The cock was now slamming inside easily. The balls slapped against his notch at high speed, until they drew back in Jon’s loins. He could feel the cock growing more rigid, moving with more difficulty and slowing down a bit, and he tried to control his breathing. He wanted to feel the man coming.

Every breath Jon took carried a grunt. Sweat dripped from his brow, and tears were running down his cheeks. He trembled on his hands, fingers digging in the sheets. His toes curled against the end of the bed as he braced himself for his orgasm. “Terry,” he croaked. “Now...”

Terrence could feel him. He breathed shakily, and stopped stroking to focus on the feeling deep inside. His bowels burned as the first squirt left the enormous cock, and he cried out when the heat suddenly washed inside. Jon filled him completely, uttering a raw scream. The sperm dripped out as he kept moving, with delicious sucking sounds. The sheets were wet and dirty. Terrence loved it.

Finally, Jon stopped moving. He sighed deeply, leaning heavily down on the exhausted boy, and kissed him. “I think I love you,” he whispered breathlessly.

Terrence chuckled softly. “That’s mutual, believe me.” He wrapped his arms and legs firmly around him, keeping him inside as he kissed him back. He was still hard, and rubbed up against him to please his itching cock.

Jon’s cock slowly deflated, but it still stretched the boy’s muscles. He pushed up a bit, breaking the kiss, and took Terrence’s arousal in his hand. The young man sighed appreciatively as he stroked him. The wet rectum sucked around him, kneading the whole length of his flaccid cock. As Terry squirmed in pleasure, Jon kept his hips close against him to stay inside.

“Shit,” Terry gasped surprised. “Even when you’re limp, you can fuck me!” He arched his back, moving harder into the stroking hand. His second climax was approaching rapidly, much to his delight. With his legs, he kept Jon inside as he moved his hips up and down, causing just enough friction in his ass to add to the pleasure. He came with a delighted yell, and stiffened. His ass cramped up, clamping around the shaft, pushing it against his prostate. He cried out again when another hot bolt shot through his groin. “Jon! You’re perfect!”

Finally, they were spent. They kissed lazily, wrapped up between each other’s arms, enjoying the aftermath. Jon was still inside, enjoying the wet heat for as long as it lasted. Only when Terry said his legs were cramping, he slowly drew back. A gulp of sperm followed his cock. Jon looked at his wet, swollen magnum, and sighed pleased. “I have never been so satisfied in my life,” he said.

“Me neither, believe me,” Terrence said warmly. He stretched contently on the wet sheets, and closed his eyes. He slid one hand between his legs, to feel the wetness Jon had left behind. “Now I know why Vince always begs for more,” he smiled. “My ass is tingling, my prostate is throbbing, and I want more...”

“Stop it,” Jon groaned. “You already made me happy yesterday, this was a very pleasant surprise; please don’t let me do it again? I would die out of happiness...”

Terrence laughed. “I bet you have always envied Sylvester for fucking every willing ass he found, hm?”

“Yes.” Jon laid down, taking a few tissues to clean himself a bit. He was still a bit hard, he noticed. He wouldn’t go completely limp that day. “That’s why I stay in hotels during the week. I couldn’t stand those sounds coming from his room. I don’t know how he did it, but there were always enough willing boys.”

“He better be monogamous now. Vince would scratch his eyes out if he cheats on him. Can you do your job without staying away, Jon?”

“Probably... I did it before. Would you like me to?”

Terrence looked at Jon, and nodded. “Yes. I like the idea of visiting you in a hotel, but I’d rather visit you at home.”

“Hm. Get me a cup of coffee, and I promise I will think it over, alright?” Jon winked at him, smiling to show him he only joking, but the boy instantly jumped out of bed to get the coffee.

When Terrence had left the bedroom, Jon sighed deeply. He was in love, and it felt amazing. He looked at his cock, lifting it at the base. “Now we are happy, aren’t we?” he said. He dropped it on his belly, and caressed the head. “Yes, we are,” he murmured.
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