Years ago, fresh out of high school, I had an older friend that worked with me at a local restaurant. All the girls thought he was the most handsome guy in our orbit and they all swooned when he walked in. Me on the other hand, skinny, kind of nerdy, and super shy! Either way I struck up a great friendship with my older colleague and he in fact became a bit of a mentor to me. (To be fair I was 18 and he was 22, so not like a "daddy" mentor). So occasionally we would sneak to the top of the place we worked and drink a couple beers and laugh about the circumstances of being in a small town and how limited it felt. You know the usual shit. On a particular night he decided he had to pee and didn't want to go downstairs to do it so he pulled out his cock in front of me and started to piss. Even though I had a GF and felt very straight, I got hard. He saw it and asked if I liked it... Needless to say I responded with, "yeah it looks cool!" -/ so stupid right? He told me since I'd seen
A couple of weeks later we decided to drink some beers and hang out at my house while my parents were away. Suffice to say I think we both knew where the night was going we just needed some liquid courage to get there. After playing basketball and drinking beer we decided to take showers, separately oddly enough. So we go upstairs to my room and we're both already in our underwear, a little tipsy and goofing around. Almost as if in a "modern" porn script we started wrestling. (This was all pre-PornHub btw). Now this was about the time that everyone wore those silly CK underwear, so he's wearing the boxers and I was wearing the little boy briefs with the high hips. He was a lot taller than me and way stronger so it didn't take long and I was on my stomach with him on top of me and my little briefs pulled to the side from wrestling. We're both laughing and he started slapping my butt cheeks telling me how hairless I was. I could feel his hard on every time he would lean over and cal
Ever been stuck in the middle before? Tossed around like you’re the monkey in the middle, or the flag tied around a rope being tugged at both ends? You’d think that the middle job is the easiest, that all you have to do is be tossed around and make a choice– a decision. But no one talks about the horrors that come with being in that middle ground and the feelings you’re bound to hurt. No one talks about what affects the monkey, or how that tied flag feels. It’s always about the players– always. And we’re taught not to hate them, to hate the game instead. Well fuck that. It was a hot summer day back home in Florida, far gone from the calming campus at Vanderbilt University. But summer calls, and home awaits. My home, despite the way I’d talk about the heat and summer storms, despite the way I’d dream of falling leaves and white winters. This was home, in all its scorching glory. I arrived yesterday to my Mom already outside, waving me down like I’d forgotten where I lived. And as
The familiar scent of vanilla and cast iron flooded my nostrils upon entering the house, greeted by silence as I smiled at ease. “Where’s the runts?” I asked, dropping my bag at the foot of the sofa and slouching into its comfort. Mom smiled and took a seat across from me, “Christian is at a friends and Sabrina is at cheer practice.” She hugged a mug close to her chest, drawing her knees close as well. “She still does that?” I chuckled, closing my eyes and resting after such a tedious drive here. But Mom didn’t spare the details as she went on about her cheer team, that they had such a phenomenal year during school and they asked specific students to enroll in a summer program. Sabrina was always physical, always on the move, always achieving what she wanted. In some ways I envied her for that– and she’s literally eight. I hadn’t the heart to tell my Mom I needed to rest, that I couldn’t listen to her groan forever about Sabrina and cheer or Christian and soccer. Instead I listened
His eyes lingered on my finger as I withdrew it, meeting my eyes with another smile. “No.” He admitted, “I grew up in Illinois actually.” And he crossed his arms. “You’re a long ways from home.” I had to continuously crane my neck to meet his eyes above me, “What brought you down here?” “Work.” He said easily, “I manage a local firm.” I nodded, drawing my brows at the mysterious response. A local firm? That could literally mean anything. But I wasn’t going to pry, not when he just bought my lunch. Though it did raise the suspicion that he was older than he looked, I mean– I was still in college. And he was here for work. I looked behind me at an open metal table under the cover of an umbrella, “Wanna sit?” I asked him, needing to get out of the sun before my skin actually burned. All he did was nod as he followed me to the table, sitting across from me as our knees lightly grazed each other. And an awkwardness fell between us, a pause of words and emotion as we both sort of stare
Two boys in one day? How did I get so lucky… I drove my way home with a new found confidence, color on my skin, and food in my belly– free food at that. Thanks Noah. And upon walking indoors to shower the ocean’s salt off of me, Mom noticed the pep in my step; “Someone had a good day.” She cracked a knowing smile as I slid past the living room and down the hallway. I did have a good day, a great day. But first I needed to shower. So I cranked the water to a medium heat, fearful of what scalding hot water might do to my fragile skin and stripped out of my swimming trunks. I admired myself, admired my defined body and salt-watered hair; admired how the green of my eyes popped more so on my reddened face. It’s true what they say, the sun really does cure imperfections. As I stepped under the warm spray of water above, I thought of the two boys I met today– Theo and Noah. It’s so unlike me to entertain two guys at once. It’s extremely lucky that it happened at all. But I’d never ha
I got changed into something comfortable, joining Mom in the living room to watch her reruns of General Hospital. “He’s still alive?” I questioned right as I sat down, pointing at the decrepit man who’s in every episode. She only scoffed and told me to hush, earning a subtle smile from me as I let the sofa engulf me. In a way, this show was kind of good. I mean– despite the filler scenes and obvious plot holes, my jaw dropped at least three times with the words coming out of their mouths. Another secret affair? Another murder? Another blackmail? Mom could only snicker at my reactions. Until eventually the episode ended and she sighed into her knees, “You got some color.” She noted, rocking in the single chair that used to be for Nonna. I nodded, “I know right.” I showed my arms, scanning them for visible differences; “I forgot how much I liked the beach.” “No beach in Nashville.” She said with brows raised to which I rolled my eyes. We both knew that, but anytime she could try and
Eventually I gave up my controller, told him that I couldn’t handle being killed within two seconds of every match and he laughed at me. But it was all in good fun, I was glad to spend a little time with the kid, glad to make some new memories. And as I stood, my stomach rumbled in hunger, just on time for Mom to call us out for dinner. I spent time with the three of them until Sabrina and Christian sauntered off to their rooms to be alone, leaving Mom and I in the living room with our tea. It was almost nine, and the butterflies in my stomach were only swarming more and more. “Do you see what I mean about Christian?” She looked at me with tired eyes. I nodded, “I was the same way Mom.” I defended the kid, though there’s no real rhyme or reason for the way he acts or the way I acted back then. “He’ll grow out of it.” But she got quiet in her rocking chair, hugging her knees with her cup of tea– such a familiar sight for her. “It’s been hard Cam.” She said out of nowhere, “I miss th
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