Now, I don’t know why, but when many a ‘mo discovers one of his gay friends has a gay brother, they automatically think that’d be so great to have someone just like them at home, someone who’d get them, someone they could talk to about sexuality and – here’s the one the that gets me – someone they could actually mess around with.
EW.
That’s so gross, I don’t know why some gay brothers would suddenly forget about something called incest, like you can just overlook it in search of finding boycock, but some gay guys do, according to Ian, the gorgeous gay Aussie I just flip-flopped with and who revealed he did indeed have a gay brother. A very good-looking brother at that, if memory serves, oh wait I don’t have to try to remember, I can actually go to the DVD, Son of Brazilla, which Ian’s brother Allen and I worked on together several years ago.
As Ian lay cuddled next to me on my bed, I asked myself was it weird to have slept with two brothers? At separate times? Far as I knew, a coupling like that hadn’t happened to me before and the situation certainly wasn’t intentional. After all, it had been years since I did it with Ian’s brother, Allen, and this most recent meeting was purely accidental.
Also, because so much time had passed in between fucks, I can’t say I could reasonably compare them. Sure I definitely remember these two boys’ oversized girths, but I couldn’t hold up a spreadsheet to comment on who was a better knobby-giver or who came more. In order for that to happen, I’d need to have another go with Allen and since I didn’t plan on traveling to Oz just to find out, that wasn’t an option.
Or was it?
Thoughts of shagging the brother ran through my head when Ian let it slip his brother was going to be in L.A. in a couple of days on his way back from Chicago to
Sydney.
I also wondered whether Ian knew about his gay brother’s gay porn star past?
How could he not, what with all the fierce gossiping tongues in the gay community.
Before, porn was something relegated to the back rooms in bookstores and bars, people knew who was getting paid for their penile skills, they just weren’t as open or revealing with what they knew, out of fear people’d judge them for watching it, which everyone already did anyway, okay, talking in circles here…
Ian invited me over for dinner and drinks so I could have a reunion of sorts with his brother. I was down with that, but asked if it might be better for Allen and me to meet first. I didn’t want Allen to freak out when he saw me, I wanted to make sure if he wanted to keep our celluloid hook-up a secret, that’d be fine by me, however, Ian nixed the separate meeting; he wanted to be there to see the look on his brother’s face.
When I went to the door, my palms were sweaty for some super strange reason – was it because I didn’t feel right surprising Allen or was it cause I actually liked Ian? In the days since we had met, Ian and I had spent most of our free time together; he was someone who not only got me sexually, but also mentally, which is a pretty rare thing to find. I’ve always said meeting someone in bed and having a great time is the easiest part of a relationship, but finding that person to bond with – that’s what really takes commitment.
Ian greeted me at the door, gave me a big kiss. My heart beat like crazy mad. He led me into his apartment, introduced me to Allen, who remembered me immediately, almost too immediately I felt as he rubbed my back and tried to slip his hand past the waistband of my jeans, right in front of his brother.
After dinner at home, we swung past the Abbey, East West and Eleven; Ian and I wanted to go home, we were sure Allen would be ready to call it a night as well, given that his body clock was still a couple of hours ahead of ours, but we were wrong, he decided to stay.
Back at Ian’s place, Ian and I relaxed in bed, blew each other, then passed out before Allen returned.
In the middle of the night, Ian woke me up to have sex. Never one to pass up the opportunity to engage in nocturnal fun, we rubbed our sleepy bodies against one another, groping, rubbing, touching in the dark, which soon lead to kissing, massaging and, of course, mutual sucking when all-of-a-sudden, I had the strangest sensation, I knew that I had Ian’s mondo dick in my mouth and vice-versa, but then what in earth was rubbing in between my ass cheeks behind me?
As I was about to leap out of bed, Ian held me in bed.
W.T.F is going on?!!!
“Don’t worry,” Ian said. “It’s okay, nothing to be worried about.”
I spun around, stared at Allen, who was now rubbing my shoulders, telling me to relax. He said that ever since we had had sex years ago, he wanted to do it again, he couldn’t believe it when Ian said he had met me. For years after, he had jerked off to me.
Flattered as I was, I was still a little spooked by what was going on. I looked at Ian for some more explanation, but he was too busy sucking me off as if nothing big had really happened. In fact, he was so calm that I realized, this probably wasn’t any big deal for him, they had done this before. That’s right, my epiphany came at 3:15 a.m.:
I was the one who was the prey and I had fallen right into their trap. Once I figured that out, I had to decide whether I’d be cool with this set-up and you know what I figured?
If two brothers can fuck the same girl, then why can’t two brothers get it on with another guy? So long as they’re not sticking it inside each other, then why shouldn’t I have a little fun, a taste test so to speak. I made damn sure for the rest of the night I was the one in control.
To be continued…
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