Basement - 1/7 9PM : BJ, DS, RP, 3W, AP
To be completed
“Well hello Son” came the familiar gravely voice from just a few nights ago. I walked into the side passageway and he had me walk past him. As we made our way to the entrance he grabbed the back of my hoodie and once again pushed and held me against the wall, put a vape pen in my mouth and told me to inhale.
I did. I held it until told to release. Upon release he called me a good boy and the shine in my belly returned. Then he pushed his tongue into my mouth and twisted my head to the side- and I groaned under the beautiful combined pressures of control and tongue and hand. After a release and one more hit, I was pulled from the wall and his hand guided me inside and down a half set of stairs that feels familiar if you live in the midwest. The kind of wooden stairs that creak and inevitably lead you to an unfinished laundry room. And they did indeed, do just that.
“When you see him, you walk up to him and kiss him, you understand me?”
I nodded and breathily, nervously offered a “Yes Sir” as he rolled open a door to reveal a finished basement, dimly lit with the monitor of a TV from which the sounds of men fucking quietly eeked out. Sitting on the couch in a flannel button up over a blue thong that went over his shoulders was his partner.
I stumbled over the doorframe and made my way to him, bending over and kissing him- at first gently on the lips and then deeply, pulling his tongue in to commune with mine, as he slowly stood up and we began to wrap our arms around each other- I kept careful to keep my hands away as I could feel they were still cold from the night air. Sir stepped forward and joined in, giving me mental flashbacks to real world episodes with three way kisses. Our tongues all intermingled and then turns we’re taken- one pair, then the next, then the next until suddenly I felt myself pulled away by a finger in the back of my hoodie and I was told to undress. I took no time following instruction and laid my clothes on a nearby chair, standing now nude in front of the pair of them. Under inspection.
“What do you think of your brother?” He asked of his partner, who let out a quiet but supportive “mmhmm” as I was told to turn around and bend over. “Now STAY there” he chuckled as I braced myself with my hands on the ground in front of me. I heard rustling behind me and a chuckle as Sir exclaimed quietly “Think he could hold this pose for an hour?”
I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t about to reveal that as a hand came rapidly and suddenly to slap my ass. I moaned with appreciation and was told to turn and get to my knees and begin sucking my brothers cock. “Yes Dad” I offered humbly, and set to work on it, remembering his pleasure points from a few nights prior.
“I wanna see my sons eat each other’s holes” came the gruff instruction and his partner turned around and kneeled, one leg on a block, the other on the couch to reveal his hole, open but still tight and available to me. I put my face into it and set to work- with occasional words of encouragement or reminders to “REALLY get your tongue in there you ass-eating faggot.”
Degradation REALLY works for me so I dug the fuck in. The next thirty minutes were a switching of hole eating. Me eating his and trying to find his pleasure zones with my tongue- craving to elicit moans, which I occasionally suceeeded at. Him eating mine, with my chin cradled in Sirs hands as he watched, reminding me to keep my focus on Him and that he was in control. Just once we both took turns eating his ass out as well. Occasionally he would ask me who my daddy was or to thank him, or just press his hand against my throat to block my airflow. Not enough to knock me out or to make me dizzy, but enough to remind me he had full control.
At some point, with my eyes closed and my tongue buried in his hole, I heard a familiar sound- the sound of recording starting. And sure enough Sir had a phone out, recording me doing my best to tongue fuck his partner and he pulled me by the hair and had me look at the camera, uttering “Look at this faggot. You LIKE eating your brothers ass, don’t you! Makes your dad proud, seeing my two boys getting along so well”
I don’t think I’ve mentioned, yet, that it had been 13 days since my last orgasm. Now’s a good time for that, because his partner, my “brother” would work my cock while he ate my hole out, and having been worked up over nearly two weeks it would get DANGEROUSLY close to cunning and I would breathe and try to remember the lyrics of We Don’t Talk About Bruno and Sir would look deep into my eyes and say “If you cum before I tell you I can I am going to throw you outside without your clothes and never talk to you again”
Needless to say I was determined not to cum before he told me to. Which was made very difficult when he had me stand up, and kissed me deeply as his partner alternated between sucking his cock, then my cock, then both of our cocks together. Every time my breathing would get hard, his firm, warm, large hand would appear on the back of my neck, and he would stare with authority to the back of my brain and remind me the consequences if I came early. I told him I would make him proud- internally my brain went “it was my wedding day [it was our wedding day] and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky” and I stared at him, determined to make him proud.
As I panted in determination to not cum, Sir sat on the couch, and pulled his partner from my cock. A short reprieve with some conversation. He noted how he liked my belly and could tell I had been working on it. Asked me how I liked his. I couldn’t believe my luck that he was also a gainer and encourage on top of all this. Seemed impossible and incredible to do all of this and have that on top of it. His partner leaned on me and played idly with my cock as we relaxed and when I began to get hard again Sir said- let’s move into the other room.
The other room had a sling, subtle red lights, and a small bed in the corner. His partner hopped in the sling and Sir began to lube up both him and my cock. I don’t have much experience topping- something I had let them know in advance, but it was definitely something I was willing to do, especially under the instruction and control of this sexy daddy bear.
After a bit of struggle and some comfort and reassurance I got my not-small cock into my brother, his partner, and held it in place. Sir then instructed me:
“Slow, in and out”
“Harder”
“FUCK him”
Every couple of minutes my cock would begin to twitch familiarly and I would begin to breathe heavily as I worked not to shoot my load. Sometimes Sir would let me stop- more often he would make me fuck even harder- having me look at him and constantly reminding me “don’t you cum. Don’t you DARE fucking cum”
I didn’t, but barely. And I can confidently say I do know all the words to We Don’t Talk About Bruno, and also that I had probably found the weirdest use for that song.
He had me focus on him. If I looked away, he would slap me. If I fucked his partner in any stroke pattern as not instructed he would slap me. I learned quickly. I like following instructions.
Eventually he said “Shoot” and I bucked like a goddamn bronco trying to find the load that had kept trying to bring itself forward. It now receded shyly, refusing to come- unable to let me breed my brother in the sling.
Sir understood and we took another break- the casual conversation entered and we sat on the couch and discussed tv shows. Then Sir/Dad put my hand back on his cock and I started to revive it. Soon I found myself on my knees with his jaw filling cock filling my throat and mouth, working his cock thoroughly while he and his partner kissed. Enthusiastically and passionately I worked until I earned his load- loudly, his grunts reverberating off the brick as torrents of bittersweet cum fled past my tongue and down my throat, my head held firmly down on his cock.
Then it was my turn again. I was put on the couch and told to focus on Him as my brother worked my cock from his knees. I came dramatically close but can’t really cum from blowjobs so I took my cock into my hand and brought myself to a finish.