I was hanging out with some friends out at the bar when we all started to get pretty rowdy and drinking a bunch. There was a group of about 12 of us and a mix of guys and girls, all of us knew each other but none of us date one another. As the day started to go on, I started to weigh my options on who might be interested in having some fun. I started by talking with Kim, who we always had a connection, yet never acted on it. As we started chatting and flirting, Joe walked up and started to make his jokes as we were. I was open to the idea, he was a cute average built dude that was an athlete in the past. He was a little bit taller than me, short cut hair and a untrimmed beard. We had been talking for a while when Kim had mentioned that she wanted to head out soon, both Joe and I had agreed that it was about that time. We gathered up two other friends and ordered a ride back. We got back to my place and everyone was starting to get real sleepy. I have two extra bedrooms, so I offered
Chris was a bundle of nervous energy as he hauled the last of his boxes into his dorm room. It was his first day of college, and while the idea of independence thrilled him, the reality of setting up his new space felt daunting. At 18, he was wiry and lean, with sharp features and an effortless charm that always made people do a double-take. The semester had just begun, and the dormitory assignment office was in full swing. Students rushed in and out, checking their room assignments and scrambling to get settled before classes started. Amid the usual chaos, a clerical error had occurred—one that would make quite the impression on the new freshman. When Chris arrived at the dorm, he noticed his room assignment seemed off. Unsure, he approached the front desk with his paperwork. The housing coordinator glanced at the computer screen and frowned. “Hmm, this isn’t right,” the coordinator muttered, scrolling through the list of assignments. “This room is usually reserved for upperclassm
A couple of days later, Chris found himself staring at a set of shelves he’d bought for his room. They were sleek and perfect for his books, but there was one problem: he had no idea how to mount them on the wall. And, much to his growing frustration, a drill was involved. With a resigned sigh, Chris gave in to the inevitable and knocked on Jason’s door. Moments later, Jason appeared, wearing a singlet and a little sweaty, clearly having just come from a workout. Chris swallowed, trying to keep his cool. "Hey," Chris started awkwardly, “I, uh, bought these shelves and there is a drill and... well, I have no clue what I’m doing. Could you help me out?” Jason leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "Shelves, huh? You keep needing my help, man. What would you do without me?" Chris rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “Yeah, well… guess I’m a little hopeless with this stuff.” Jason raised an eyebrow, and with a playful gleam in his eye, he quipped, “How about I drill you
I was rock-hard, lying in bed thinking about Jason, as usual. I slid my hand down my waistband, gently fondling my balls, then worked my way up to my hard cock. Then I suddenly heard a knock, and the door flew open. It was Jason! "I need you now!" he said, pulling me up from the bed. He kissed me passionately, and I kissed him back as he pressed me against the wall. "How could this be? Jason was totally straight, wasn’t he?" But all thoughts cleared when he ran his hand down my smooth stomach and waist, dipping into my boxers just as I had done only a minute earlier. His strong hand quickly found my throbbing dick. He grinned at me. "Chris, I’ve wanted to be with you since the first day I saw you." A few tugs from him sent jolts of pleasure up my spine. He continued, "I think I love you too. We should be together, please!" "Be together? Isn’t that a bit premature?" I thought to myself, but all thoughts dissipated when he pulled down my boxers and licked my purple, throbbing h
That weekend, Chris found himself at his first college party, a typical off-campus house packed with students. Music blared, bodies filled every corner, and the energy buzzed with excitement. Chris had never experienced anything like it before, but he was determined to have a good time—after all, Jason had invited him, even if he did feel a bit out of place. As he navigated through the crowd, looking for familiar faces, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Jason, who grinned widely when their eyes met. “There’s my Twinkie!” Jason shouted over the music, his voice laced with that same playful energy he always had around Chris. Chris felt a flush creep up his neck, a mix of embarrassment and something else he didn’t want to name. “Hey, Jason,” he replied, trying to sound casual, but inside, he was a bundle of nerves. Jason slung an arm around Chris’s shoulders, pulling him closer as they made their way to the center of the party. “Glad you made it! So, met any h
Jason stood there, leaning against the doorframe, looking a little less drunk but still rumpled from the night. His hair was messy, and he was wearing a loose hoodie and gym shorts, his eyes a little hazy but focused directly on Chris. “Jason?” Chris asked, surprised. “What are you doing here? You should be sleeping off all those drinks.” Jason shrugged, looking slightly sheepish but still with that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, probably should be. But I couldn’t sleep.” Chris blinked, still confused. “So… you came here?” Jason nodded slowly, his gaze dropping for a second before meeting Chris’s eyes again. “I just... I don’t know. I didn’t want to be alone tonight.” Chris’s heart skipped a beat. The way Jason said it—softly, almost vulnerable—wasn’t like his usual teasing self. There was something raw in his voice that made Chris’s chest tighten. “You’re not alone, Jason,” Chris said quietly, stepping aside to let him in. Jason entered the room, his p
The week crawled by, and by the time Friday rolled around, Chris was feeling down. Ever since that night, Jason had been avoiding him. No more spontaneous visits, no quick smiles in the hallway, not even the occasional brush-by in the dorms. Chris replayed the moment in his mind a hundred times, wondering if he’d said something wrong or if Jason regretted what had happened. Sitting on his bed, Chris stared at his phone, fighting the urge to text Jason first. Just as he was about to toss the phone aside in frustration, it buzzed with an incoming message. His heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Jason. But when he saw Skyler’s name flash on the screen, he was surprised. **Skyler**: *“Hey Chris, sup?! Party tonight at my place. You should come! 🍻 Jason’ll be here too. 8 PM. Bring something to drink! 🍺”* Chris blinked at the message, rereading it to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. Skyler? Jason’s best friend? Why would he invite Chris to his party, especially after the awkwardne
Chris walked aimlessly through the streets, trying to shake off the discomfort that clung to him. His mind was in turmoil, and when he spotted a quiet park, he gravitated toward it like a moth to a flame. The park was serene, with a massive tree casting a broad shadow over a weathered bench. He sank onto the bench, feeling the weight of the evening's events pressing down on him. His phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Jason's name—“The Handyman.” Chris stared at it, his emotions a chaotic mess. He couldn’t deal with this right now. Without thinking, he ended the call and blocked Jason’s number. His hand shook slightly as he pulled out the vodka flask he had brought with him. He took a long, deep swig, the alcohol burning down his throat but offering a fleeting escape from the ache in his chest. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Chris continued to sip from the flask, feeling the effects of the vodka dulling his senses. He felt like shit and didn’t want to think or feel anythi
disclaimer: This story involves consensual incest between two adult brothers. Skyler led Jason and Chris down the hallway, their slightly unsteady footsteps echoing softly against the hardwood floor. The air in the house had lightened, filled with laughter and the buzz of a few too many drinks. Jason grinned, his eyes bright with the kind of giddiness that comes from being tipsy. Behind him, Chris giggled at almost everything, his soft laugh infectious. “Alright,” Skyler said, pushing open the door to his mom’s bedroom. “This’ll be your room for the weekend.” Jason leaned in, exaggerating his movements as he looked around the room. “Not bad, bro! Nice digs. I’m calling dibs on the side closest to the door.” He plopped his backpack down with a flourish, shooting Skyler a lopsided grin. Chris stepped in more gracefully, though he wavered slightly, still giggling. His laughter softened as he took in the room, replaced by a sweet, slurred smile. “This is really nice. Your mom won’t mi
disclaimer: This story involves consensual incest between two adult brothers. The summer sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the backyard. Skyler leaned against the wooden fence, his phone in hand, but his mind was elsewhere. He watched the trees sway gently in the breeze, their leaves whispering secrets he couldn’t quite decipher. It was the perfect summer day, yet the excitement he should have felt was overshadowed by a lingering tension. Just last week, he had crossed a line with his brother, Lucas. They had shared a moment that transformed everything he thought he knew about their relationship. Now, as he awaited the arrival of his best friend Jason from college and Jason's boyfriend, Chris, the gravity of that moment pressed down on him. “Skyler!” Lucas called from the patio, breaking him from his thoughts. He appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, his face bright with his usual carefree smile. “You good? You look pale.” Skyler forced a grin,
disclaimer: This story involves consensual incest between two adult brothers. Skyler stood there, the well-worn fleshlight in his hand. He loved his brother, truly, but the reality of the situation weighed heavily on him. He could hear Lucas dressing in his own room, fiddling with his belt. Skyler felt as though he was just a tool, a means to an end, rather than a person deserving of respect and genuine affection. The memories of shared laughter and late-night talks clashed painfully with how he was being treated. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool air against his skin as he contemplated the choices before him. The thought of being used, only to be discarded when no longer needed, stung more than he wanted to admit. His heart ached with the knowledge that love should never feel this one-sided, this transactional. With that thought echoing in his mind, he tossed the fleshlight aside, resolute in his decision. He wouldn't let himself be diminished any longer. Skyler knew he dese
disclaimer: This story involves consensual incest between two adult brothers. "Ahhh, ahhhhh, AHHHHHHH!" Skyler lay in bed, trying to scroll through his phone, but his brother's loud antics with his lady friend made it impossible to focus. The sounds coming from the next room were unmistakable. *That boy really is insatiable,* Skyler thought to himself, but despite his annoyance, he couldn’t help feeling himself grow as well. Skyler hadn’t had any contact with the opposite sex since coming back home. Things with Lucas had complicated that. But Lucas didn’t seem to feel the same. Skyler could remember being 18 himself—horny all the time. He still was, at times, but had learned to control it better. Yet, Lucas always found ways to make Skyler lose all sense of control. *He* heard Lucas escort his friend out again. Poor girl, she must feel like such a cumdump," But he couldn’t help feeling himself grown to full size. Suddenly, Skyler heard a knock, and then Lucas waltzed right in, w
disclaimer: This story involves consensual incest between two adult brothers. Skyler and Lucas decided to spend the day at the beach. The weather was warm, but a gentle breeze kept the boys cool. Lucas lay on his stomach while Skyler rested on his back, both sharing a large bathing towel. Skyler squinted and held his hand over his eyes to shield himself from the strong sunlight that enveloped them both. “Listen, we need to be more careful. What happened last night was crazy, and Mom almost caught us,” Skyler said in a low tone. He continued even quieter, “What we did was so wrong and messed up on so many levels.” Lucas crossed his arms in front of him and rested his chin on one of them. “Yeah, but did you like it, though?” he grinned, flashing that special ‘Lucas grin’ that could dissolve any tension in an instant. “That's beside the point. Maybe we should go to therapy or something. This isn’t normal,” Skyler interjected. “Stop freaking out. We were just messing around a bit. No
disclaimer: This story involves consensual incest between two adult brothers. Skyler pulled the fleshlight off with a soft, wet sound as it separated from his dick. Lucas handed him a tissue, and Skyler quickly cleaned himself up. To his surprise, he felt unusually at ease standing in front of his brother. “But are you sure?” Skyler asked, hesitating for a moment. “Yes,” Lucas replied with a grin. “Hand it over.” Lucas slid the fleshlight down his length once again, the combined semen quickly causing it to overflow. "Ah, this feels good—slick and moist, just how I like it," Lucas said with a grin. Skyler shook his head, but watched closely as he followed along. A small pool of fluid formed around Lucas’s base, creating a little puddle. “Are you going to help me, or are you just going to stand there and stare?” Lucas said, half annoyed, half amused. Skyler hesitated for a moment, but then thought, *This has already spiraled.* Slowly, he reached over and grabbed the toy while Luc
Disclaimer: This story involves consensual incest between two adult brothers. The squishing sound persisted, creating an odd rhythm in the otherwise quiet room. Skyler, now sitting with his back to Lucas, crossed his arms and sighed, trying to distract himself from the situation. “Are you done soon?” he asked, a mix of impatience and exasperation in his voice. “Yeah, I’m definitely getting there,” Lucas replied, his breath becoming more ragged as he kept going. His voice held that same mischievous edge, clearly himself. Skyler rubbed his temples again, shaking his head. “This is so wrong. How did my life come to this?” Lucas let out a short laugh between breaths. “You love it! Admit it, this’ll be a funny story one day.” “Yeah, *real* funny,” Skyler muttered sarcastically, though he couldn’t help the small smirk forming on his face. “I’m never letting you live this down.” Lucas’s breathing quickened, his grin unwavering. “Fine by me—long as you keep this little ‘hangover cure’ b
Disclaimer: This story involves consensual incest between two adult brothers. Suddenly, Lucas lunged at Skyler, throwing himself over him. “Dude, what the—” Skyler started, but Lucas cut him off by flopping all his weight onto him. “Haha! You cockblocked me from Michelle!” Lucas exclaimed, grinning as he mockingly shifted his body to get comfortable. Skyler shoved him playfully off, but in a burst of competitive energy, he decided to pin Lucas down instead, wrestling him to the bed. “You’re heavy, man!” Lucas laughed. “Hey, you’ve grown too, buddy! But I can still take you,” Skyler shot back, while ruffling Skyler’s hair. “Pretty handsome, too. Gotta watch out for you now.” Lucas chuckled, pushing Lucas’s hand away. “Oh, shut up!” Grinning wider, Skyler decided to be even more annoying, pretending to hump Lucas just to get a reaction. “Bet you’re real popular now, huh?” Lucas laughed harder, squirming beneath him. “Yeah, right! Seems like I’m not the only one who’s grown.” “Y
Disclaimer: This story involves consensual incest between two adult brothers. As they lay in bed, Lucas yawned and stretched his arms casually over his head, his messy hair falling in wild directions. The motion inadvertently exposed tufts of hair under his arms, a sign of the growing teenager he was becoming. Skyler looked over at him, a sheepish grin creeping across his face. “I guess it finally came through,” he chuckled, trying to suppress the laughter that bubbled up. Lucas squinted at his brother, still a bit dazed from the hangover. “What do you mean?” Skyler gestured playfully toward Lucas’s armpits and chucled. “You know, the whole ‘manly man’ thing. I think you’ve crossed the threshold into adulthood! I remember when you asked me when you would get hair under your arms. You saw that I had it and were so concerned you’d never get it.” Lucas snorted with laughter. “Yeah, that’s right! I was worried it would never happen.” He stretched again, shaking his head. “Well, it f