Author’s note: This is book one of a series but if you are just looking for some steamy dubcon shenanigans then it can certainly be read as an erotic standalone. For anyone who is keen to read the rest of the series it can be found on Amazon.
Chapter 1
“What you need to do is to get on Tinder and find yourself a decent fuck,” Shane said bluntly as he passed the salsa across the table. “A chick who will help drain all that cum welling up in ya balls.”
“I wank enough so that isn’t a problem,” I mumbled in reply. I took the salsa from my best friend and poured some into my bowl.
“Mrs Palmer and her five daughters doesn’t compare to the real thing though, Finn.” Shane wiggled his fingers. “It’s time you get back out there and start having some real fun. Get yourself some pussy!”
Shane’s suggestion as to how I get over my ex-girlfriend wasn’t surprising. He was a sex-mad fucker with a bad habit of saying the word pussyway too much—and too loudly. He was constantly sharing raunchy tales about his hookups from dating aps, spilling all the dirty details one could imagine. As colourful as his stories were I severely doubted their authenticity. He wasn’t ugly but he was slight in stature and an inch away from being considered short. Not exactly the type of guy you’d normally find dripping with female attention.
I think most people know someone like Shane: a try-hard who talks themselves up to sound bigger than they really are. In most social groups guys like Shane are treated more like associates, the dopey guy who makes special guest appearances because you find him too annoying to hang out with all the time, but rather than find Shane’s tall tales annoying I sort of found them endearing. He never censored himself or gave a fuck about other people’s opinions which I found as entertaining as it could be cringeworthy. But my favourite thing about him was his loyalty. It was second to none. He always had my back and was there when it counted.
I turned to my other friend, Luke, who was busy chomping down a sloppy burrito that had kept him quiet for the past two minutes. “What do you think, Luke?” I asked. “Do you think I should give Tinder a shot?”
Luke swallowed down his bite of burrito and wiped his chin. “I guess you could give it a go. No harm in trying.” That was a very Luke response. Safe, sensible and polite.
The three of us met at The Flying Burrito Brothers Bar and Grill every Friday after work. It was as much of an excuse to celebrate the end of the working week as it was to feast on greasy Mexican food and enjoy a cold beer. I was never too sure how much Shane and Luke actually liked coming here but I loved it, and since I was the unofficial leader of our little social group my decision was the only one that mattered.
Shane worked for a small car repair shop while Luke and I both worked for the same large accounting firm. I had known Shane since kindergarten and we were the best of mates but in the past few years we’d opened our clique up to include Luke and were now a pretty tight trio.
Unlike Shane, who embraced a cheeky personality fully-equipped with juvenile toilet humour, Luke was more subdued. He was a bigger guy; not fat, but husky. His face sported a light beard and he was almost always smiling. At 35 years old Luke was seven years older than Shane and I. His age gave him an air of maturity matched by the fact he was married and had two young children. His busy role as a suburban family man meant he didn’t come out clubbing with us on weekends but he always made sure he joined us for Friday afterwork drinks, and of course poker night, which the three of us took turns hosting every Tuesday.
“Maybe it is time I started dating again,” I said, dipping a chip in the salsa and taking a bite. “It’s been three months since Jenny and I broke up so it probably is time I get back out there.”
“Not dating. Fucking!” Just to make sure I got the message Shane made a circle with one hand that he began to poke with a finger from the other.
“I’ve never been too good at one-night stands though.”
“It’s easy. Just cum ‘n run. That’s what I do.” Shane chuckled to himself and added, “If you don’t want them to see you run off then give her a jock shot?”
“A jock shot?” I crinkled my brow. “What the fuck is that?”
“It’s where you cum on the girl’s face. Just aim your weapon and shoot. Pow. Pow Pow.” Shane aimed a finger gun at me and Luke, no doubt imagining he was firing a load of ejaculate over our faces. “I do it all the time.”
I sank against the back of the booth and laughed. “I doubt that very much.”
“It’s true. Girls love my load, bro. Love it!”
“Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.” I imitated the sound of a metal detector.
“What are you doing?” Shane asked.
“That’s my bullcrap detector going off.”
Luke laughed so hard he spat out some of his burrito.
Shane just smiled. “You guys can think what you like but I’m the expert at giving jock shots.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” I quickly winced when I realised how faggy my words sounded.
“I don’t know if I’d be too keen on you being in the room while it’s happening, bro.” Shane smirked at me. “But I suppose I could let you watch one of my videos so you can see the master in action.”
“No thanks.” I grimaced. “I couldn’t think of anything worse than watching a video of you dipping your wick.”
“I could think of something worse,” Shane said. “It could be a video of Luke fucking his wife.”
Shane’s joke earned another round of sniggers at our table, including from Luke who took the joke good-naturedly. It went quiet for a moment until Luke broke the silence with a rather random observation aimed at me. “I imagine you could get lots of girls if you wanted to.”
Shane sniggered. “Trust Lukey here to sound like a homo.”
“I’m not gay,” Luke replied calmly. “I’m just saying Finn is a very handsome man and lots of ladies would be happy to have a one-night stand with him.”
“Thanks, Luke.” I coughed up a humble smile despite totally agreeing with him. At five-feet-eleven, my slender but well-built physique, equipped with brown-blond hair, blue eyes and an attractive face meant I was reasonably easy on the eye.
“We all know that Finn is a pretty fucker,” Shane said with a twinge of jealousy, “but that just makes it more of a waste.” He flicked an accusing glance my way. “Think of all the tasty minge you’re missing out on.”
I rolled my eyes. “Maybe not all of us wanna catch crabs or wake up pissing razor blades.”
“That’s why I keep myself nice and smooth downstairs,” Shane said with a naughty grin.
“Shaving your pubes won’t stop you catching gonorrhoea.”
“The only STD you need to worry about catching is a bad case of dead dick. Which will happen if you don’t start using the wee fella soon.”
Shane’s insistence that I needed to get laid would normally annoy me but it had been three months since I’d last had sex and I was beginning to think a one-night stand might help. I’d certainly grown bored of watching porn on my laptop while I rubbed one out before bed. I wasn’t used to going this long without sex. Mine and Jenny’s relationship had been plagued with problems but sex hadn’t been one of them.
“What about you, Lukey spewky?” Shane asked. “Eight years of marriage must be taking its toll by now. Maybe you need to find yaself some fun as well.” This was classic Shane. The guy was a total wind-up merchant.
Rather than be offended, Luke just laughed. “I value my manhood too much to ever cheat on Elaine. She’d chop it off and flush it down the toilet.”
“Does Elaine still put out?” Shane waggled his eyebrows. “Does she nosh you off once the kiddies are in bed?”
“Give it a rest, nympho,” I muttered.
“I just wanna know if our buddy here still gets a good servicing.” Shane narrowed his gaze, studying Luke’s face. “Or has your soldier dropped off from lack of use?”
Luke snorted back a laugh. “Not yet but it probably isn’t far off.”
“I knew it,” Shane said triumphantly. “That is why I could never get married. The sex dies once you put a ring on their finger.”
“Ignore him, Luke,” I said with a wink. “The only longterm relationship Shane’s ever had is with a woman who was inflatable.”
That earnt me a raucous laugher from Luke and a middle finger from Shane. We went back to focusing on our meals, letting the conversation dry up for a moment.
Two minutes later, Shane said to me, “I can’t wait for poker night. I always like it best when we play at your place.”
“Me too,” Luke agreed. “Your apartment is the best for poker night.”
I couldn’t disagree with them there. My spacious inner-city apartment was well setup for poker night. Luke’s house, although quite nice, was usually a mess of kids’ toys and constant interruptions from Elaine and the children. Shane’s dingy little unit was just as chaotic but instead of kids’ toys scattered over the floor it was beer bottles and pizza boxes. Each week we took turns hosting poker night and next Tuesday was my turn. However, I had some bad news to share.
“About that,” I started. “I’m not sure I can host next week. Sorry.”
“What?” Shane balked. “Why not?”
“Because I’ve got Taymon arriving on Monday and he’s staying for a whole week.”
“Who’s Taymon?” Luke asked.
“Finn’s brother,” Shane answered.
“Stepbrother,” I corrected.
I always made sure people were aware Taymon and I weren’t blood-related. Our parents—his dad, my mum—had got together when I was just seven and Taymon was ten. We had been raised to consider each other family but there was just one problem with that… We couldn’t fucking stand each other.
Even now as adults we struggled to sit in the same room for more than ten minutes without arguing. We were certainly competitive with each other like brothers could be. It didn’t matter what it was we would always try and outdo the other to be number one.
Being three years younger had meant that while growing up I was usually the silver medallist. Even puberty had been a contest between us and Taymon had rubbed it in my face when he proclaimed to be a man at just thirteen when he started shaving and growing hair under his arms. That was a race I was never going to win on account of being younger but even taking that into account I still lost the battle since it took me until I was sixteen before I had my first shave.
As kids Taymon had played the role of big brother like a ruthless dictator, always trying to make me do shit for him like clean his room and do his chores. My incentive? Avoiding a beating. He was a total bully with an appetite for cruelty.
Thankfully I had managed to get my revenge as an adult by becoming a well-paid accountant while Taymon had left school to join the army before abandoning that and becoming a drifter who went from bad business idea to bad business idea. The guy was constantly in debt and moved around like a roving gypsy. To say his failure with life made me happy was an understatement. I knew how much that made me an asshole but whatever. Taymon was a dick.
“Why can’t you host if your brother’s staying with you?” Luke asked.
“Stepbrother,” I corrected again.
“Because Finn can’t stand Taymon and probably doesn’t want him to join us,” Shane said.
“You’d be the same if he was your brother.” I was unable to keep the testiness out of my voice.
“No I wouldn’t. Taymon’s cool as.”
“I don’t understand why you’ve always like him. He’s a total waste of space.”
“Because he’s fun,” Shane said. He very quickly added, “But not as fun as you, bro.”
“Nice save,” I mumbled.
Shane had always looked up to Taymon ever since we were kids. I suppose in many ways Taymon was the unapologetic manwhore Shane wished himself to be. Personally, I found Shane’s admiration of my stepbrother rather pathetic.
The term “party animal” was probably the best way to describe my stepbrother. The few times I had been stupid enough to invite him out with friends of mine I had quickly regretted it. Rather than sit in a pub, or go dancing in the clubs, Taymon would usually suggest we head to a strip joint (which turned out to be a full-on brothel, usually), or that we sneak in on some concert, or have drinks at one of his mate’s places—nearly always a drug dealer of some kind.
Taymon’s charisma was the size of a skyscraper and he nearly always got what he wanted. He was also a major sex addict, an alcoholic, swore like a sailor and was pretty much hated by every woman who had ever listened to him talk for longer than five minutes—yet they would still date the fuckwit.
“I’d be keen to meet this stepbrother of yours,” Luke said. “Surely he won’t be too much of a problem.”
“Trust me, Luke, Taymon will be nothing but a major pain in the ass.”
“But if you don’t host poker night where will we have it?” Luke asked as he rubbed his fuzzy face.
“One of you two will just have to host.”
Shane’s response came at me faster than a bullet. “But I hosted it last week and I refuse to be made clean up more than I have to.”
I laughed. “Are you telling me that when we visit your place that’s what it looks like clean?”
“Yep. I have to spend nearly an hour going around throwing away all the used condoms laying around the place.” Shane looked offended when Luke and I both rolled our eyes. “It’s true! When you score as much as I do then there can be quite the build up.”
“Okay then,” I said. “We won’t make you clean up your sperm catchers twice in one week.” I turned to Luke. “Can you host?”
“I would but Elaine doesn’t like me having friends over too often. She says our poker night disrupts the kid’s bed time too much.”
Me and Shane shared a glance, not doubting Luke was probably telling the truth. We all knew Elaine wore the pants in that household.
“See, Finn, you have to hold poker night.” Shane pulled a disgustingly adorable display of puppy dog eyes. “Please?”
“Please?” Luke added.
I kept them waiting for an answer, taking my time to decide if I should hold poker night with the risk of Taymon being present. I knew that if I wanted to I could tell them no and they would respect my decision. It was one of the perks of being the alpha male of our trio. Whatever I said they would just have to accept.
But I wasn’t a heartless bastard either. I could tell by the looks on their faces they were keen as to play poker at my place next week. I decided that just this once I would take the risk of having Taymon around.
“Fine,” I said with a frustrated sigh. “I will host poker night but don’t blame me when Taymon ruins the evening.”
Driving home from work on Monday, I felt my stomach twist and turn with nerves. I knew that when I arrived at my apartment I’d probably find Taymon waiting for me outside. I had very nearly called him on Sunday to feed him some bullshit story about how I’d been sent away for the week to attend a work function. But I decided against lying. Mostly because I knew I wouldn’t have sounded convincing and if our parents found out they would have given me grief for not being a good brother.
It seemed unfair to have such a shitty Monday night waiting for me after having such a great weekend. I’d spent Saturday afternoon chilling with Shane helping him at his workshop to restore an old car before going out that night with him clubbing. We always had a good night when the pair of us hit town, trawling the bars for women. While I wasn’t the type of guy to go home with a stranger that didn’t mean I was opposed to some good old-fashioned flirting.
Shane, though, he was always on the hunt for a fuck. He very rarely succeeded, mind you. And Saturday night hadn’t gone any differently for him as he lucked out with every chick he tried his not-so smooth moves on. Like usual, I cured his sour mood by shouting him a late-night feed of Maccas on the way home. It was a poor substitute for a man horny for a meal of vadge but a couple Big Macs always seemed to cheer his skinny ass up.
Sunday, I visited Luke and helped him with his new vegetable garden. He had spent a small fortune on it, trying to become some sort of suburban farmer. I wasn’t a gardener’s asshole but I enjoyed sitting in the shade and offering suggestions from afar while nursing a beer in my hand.
One of the things which made mine and Luke’s friendship so enjoyable, aside from our shared interest in accounting, was our ability to talk honestly about real things. It didn’t matter if it was politics, religion or culture wars, Luke was happy to entertain the current affairs geek in me. That wasn’t something I could do with Shane whose main topics of interest were sex, cars, sex, rugby, and more sex.
As I drove into my apartment complex, I glanced up and saw Taymon waiting patiently outside the front of my apartment. Oh great. I used the time between parking up and reaching him at the front door to rehearse my fake smile. Before I even reached where he was standing, I could see he was dressed more like a sloppy teenager than the 31-year-old man that he was.
He wore a pair of dingy black skater shoes without any socks, a pair of long, loose nylon maroon mesh basketball shorts, and a tee shirt that was essentially a collection of barely held together fibres that did nothing to conceal or protect his upper body in the slightest. The sleeves and most of the sides of it had been cut out, only connecting at the bottom hem. It seemed an impractical garment choice to me, revealing the hairs on his stomach and chest.
“Hey, Taymon.” I put on my fake smile. “Good to see you, man.”
Taymon dropped the duffle bag he was holding and much to my annoyance wrapped me into a bear hug, squeezing me tight. “Fucking good to see you, little bro. It’s been too long.”
“You too,” I whispered into the crook of his neck, trying not to smell the whiff of sweaty pits assaulting my nostrils.
He gave me three hefty pats on the back and finally released me from his powerful arms. Stepping back, he eyed me from head to toe and grinned. “I still can’t believe what a dashing fucker you are. You’re almost as good-looking as me.”
I coughed up a half-laugh, unsure if he was being genuine or taking the piss. The truth was Taymon did give me a run for my money in the looks department. While I had a preppy pretty boy look about me, Taymon who was six-foot-three rocked the rugged handsome look women went crazy for. Besides his startling, almost exotic green eyes, he was blessed with a muscular physique, tousled black hair, high cheekbones, and tanned skin courtesy of his Italian mother.
I unlocked the door and let him inside. Rather than wait for me to show him around, Taymon took it upon himself to give himself a guided tour of my apartment. After having a good nosy around, including inside my bedroom, he returned to the lounge and gazed out at the view of the city.
“Check out that view,” Taymon said, raking a hand through his dark locks. “I had no idea my little bro was such a rich bitch.”
I humoured him with a smile. “So what do I owe the pleasure of having you stay for a week?” I could barely hide the contempt in my voice. Taymon had failed to tell me over the phone why he was coming to stay, just told me to expect his freeloading ass on the Monday.
“Me and Diana split up last week and I just need a place to crash for a few days till I can line up a place of my own.”
I had no fucking clue who Diana was but nodded anyway.
“I just hope I can find a rental property I can afford,” he said. “This cunting housing shortage has made everything so expensive. I don’t suppose you know anyone with a spare room, do you?”
Worried it was a trick question, I replied with, “I’d offer to rent you my spare room but I use it as my office for the days I work from home.” Total lie.
“But there’s no computer or anything in there,” Taymon said.
Fuck… “Oh, uh, that’s because—”
Taymon laughed. “Chill out, Finn, I ain’t after your spare room. I know you and I do not live well together.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” I muttered.
“I’m sure you have PTSD from all the noogies and wedgies I used to give you.”
And the punches and the kicks, I thought to myself.
“Like I said,” he continued, “I just need a place to crash for a few days until I get myself sorted. It’ll be a week at most.”
I nodded, relieved at how confident he sounded at not being here long.
Taymon knelt down and rifled through his bag and pulled out two loose cans of beer. He got to his feet and threw one over to me which I almost dropped. “Crack it open and let’s catch up.”
*****
An hour later our “catch up” was still going, with Taymon hogging the conversation like usual. We hadn’t seen each other since Christmas—ten months earlier—so he had a lot to tell me about what he’d been up to. Turned out he’d been working as a farmhand for most of the year and had dated a girl named Kylie, and then a Sherry, and then a Moana and… quite frankly I forgot their names after that as the list kept growing.
His update about himself ended with his most recent drama; being dumped by his most-recent girlfriend after she found out he had been fired from his farmhand job for turning up to work drunk one too many times.
Typical Taymon behaviour.
“Yep, so now I’m looking for a new adventure,” he said. “I’m thinking its time I try my hand again at starting another business. I think I work best when I’m my own boss.”
“What will you do this time?” The derision in my voice was palpable.
Taymon seemed oblivious to my tone and answered, “There’s this guy I know who says that if I can come up with a 30% share that he’d be keen to open a bar with me. I’d be the one working and running it and we would split the profit down the middle.”
“Bars are expensive to start up,” I said. “Even just 30% will be a lot of money.”
“This one won’t be as expensive because this dude who will be my business partner owns the premises where we plan to open the bar.”
“That will cut down some of the cost,” I agreed. “But it will still be expensive.”
“I know but the payoff will be totally worth it,” Taymon said excitedly. “And you know what they say…”
“What do they say?”
“That you should do something you’re passionate about. And I’m hella passionate about drinking.” He laughed. I didn’t.
“But how will you come up with the 30% you need? Having a premise is one thing but there’s a lot more to it than just that. You need to factor in ordering stock, staff training, wages and just the general running costs. I do the accounts for several hospitality firms and I know how expensive it can be.”
“I know it will cost a mint to start with but I’m hoping Dad will give me a loan when I explain to him what a sure-fire winner this bar will be.”
Here we fucking go.
Taymon’s father and my mother had sank a small fortune into Taymon’s bullshit ideas through the years and so far they were yet to get a single penny in return. I just hoped they weren’t stupid enough to get sucked in again.
A sudden bleep echoed through the air and Taymon’s hand fetched his phone out of his pocket. He grinned to himself as he read the text. “Looks like I’m wanted.” He put his phone away. “This chick I met the other night has invited me over. I’m picking she liked what she saw.” He licked his lips. “I know I did.”
“Good stuff,” I said, not really interested.
Taymon lifted an arm and sniffed his pit. “I think I might need a wash first. All good if I have a shower?”
“Help yourself. There should be a spare towel in the bathroom on the shelf.”
Taymon rose from the couch and whipped his holey t-shirt off, exposing his muscular chest that would have looked right at home on a fitness magazine. He dragged his fingers through the dark hairs on his chest—scritch-scritch—then threw me a curious gaze. “I don’t suppose you got a spare key I could use? I think it’s safe to say I won’t be coming home early.”
“I’ll leave it under the front mat.”
“Cheers, bro. You’re a legend.” He grinned excitedly. “This week is gonna be a blast!”
The next day at work I was tremendously busy with balancing ledgers. Most people found number-crunching tasks boring but I enjoyed the structured nature of the job. I liked structure and rules and controls. I also liked the six-figure salary my job paid me.
A knock at my office door had me glancing up to see who was there. It was Marie, one of the receptionists. “Finn, I have a man here who wants to see you.”
“A man?” I frowned. “Does he have a name?”
“I couldn’t catch his name …” Marie fanned her face, smiling. “I was too busy drooling. But I can tell you that he is tall and oh so handsome.” Despite being in her fifties, Marie giggled like a school girl.
I laughed, wondering who on earth she could be talking about. “Send him in.”
“If you do know who he is, please tell him I am recently divorced and therefore a single who is more than happy to mingle.”
“I’ll be sure to pass it on,” I said, smirking.
A few moments later I saw who it was that had set Marie’s heart aflutter. And I wasn’t surprised. I also wouldn’t be passing on Marie’s message. It was my stepfather. Cloaked in ripped blue jeans and a baggy rugby jersey he exuded a youthful vibe for a man in his late-forties.
“Hi Craig.” I greeted him with a smile.
“I’m sorry to bother you at work, matey, but I just wanted to have a quick chat if you have the time.”
“Of course. Come in.”
“Cheers. I won’t keep you too long.”
Armed with a laidback Kiwi accent, the kind usually spoken by farmers, Craig was as casual as a sweatshirt. He was only 47. I say only because my mother was eight years older than him. She must have had a thing for younger men because my idiot father was only a couple years older than Craig. I suppose eight years isn’t a huge age-gap in the greater scheme of things but it didn’t stop my mother’s friends from teasing her sometimes about being married to someone younger. To be honest though, I suspect some of their teasing stemmed from jealousy because even now Craig was a handsome and fit man.
He and Taymon looked a lot alike. Similar height, same green eyes and attractive face. Where they differed was their hair and tanning ability. While Taymon had a year-round tan and wavy black hair, Craig was more fair-skinned and his hair straight and light brown. Craig had been a high school student when he’d fathered Taymon but unlike most teen dads he’d taken the role of being a parent seriously for longer than a hot minute. The guy had worked his ass off to give Taymon a good life while Taymon’s party-loving mother ran off to Australia, leaving Craig to raise their infant son on his own.
I liked Craig. He was a good guy, even if he did share some annoying qualities with his son. Like their penchant for belching like roaring lions after dinner or putting their feet on any table surface they could. But unlike Taymon, Craig worked hard and was a very good person. I wasn’t sure I could give Taymon the same compliment.
Craig stood in front of my desk, admiring the view of the harbour. “My gosh. I never knew you had such a nice view up here.”
I spun round in my chair to admire it too. “It’s pretty good, aye?” I turned back around to face him. “What’s up?”
Craig dragged over a spare chair I kept by one of the filing cabinets and sat across from me. “I wanted to give you this,” he said, sliding an envelope across the table.
I opened it up and saw a stash of money. Easily five hundred dollars in there. “What’s this for?”
“For looking after my snot of a son,” he said with a hint of a smile. “He told me and your mum he was planning on staying with you until he got back on his feet.”
I went to hand the envelope back. “I can’t accept this. He’s only staying for a few days.”
Craig shook his head, refusing to take the envelope back. “Nope. You keep it. We all know that when Taymon says a few days it could mean a few weeks, and I don’t want him being a financial burden to you. He shouldn’t be your responsibility.”
I knew it was pointless arguing with Craig, he would never accept the money back. “Thank you.” I tucked it away in a drawer under my desk. “But I honestly don’t mind Taymon staying.” Total lie. Total fucking lie.
He burst out laughing. A deep, manly belly laugh. “Don’t bullshit a bullshiter, son. You’re talking to the man who helped raise you both. If anyone knows how much you two don’t get along it would be me and your mother.” He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “You two toe rags have been at each other’s throats for years.”
I cocked my head. “I suppose so… but ya gotta help family out, right?”
“That’s right. Which is why I am giving you that money.” Before I could respond, Craig added, “I figure it could go towards a bond on a flat if he struggles to find a place. In which case, you find him a place and force his lazy ass to move into it.”
I smiled, appreciating Craig’s real approach to the situation. This is why I liked him. Even though Taymon was his real son and I wasn’t, he had always treated us both equally and was not afraid to call Taymon out on his bullshit.
“Do you really think he’ll take long to find somewhere?” I asked my stepfather. “He insisted it was only for this week.”
“The last time he needed somewhere to stay he came home to me and your mother. He told us the same thing but we had him with us for nearly three months.”
I had forgotten about that. Fuck. The thought of living with Taymon for three months was nightmare material. One of us would end up charged with murder if it went longer than a couple weeks.
“So how’ve you been?” Craig asked. “Me and your mum haven’t seen you for a while.”
“I’ve been good. Just super busy with work.”
“I can tell.”
“You can?”
“Mmhmm.” Craig gazed around my office. “A lad your age doesn’t get an office like this by being a lazy brat.”
“I’m not that young.”
“There’s men twice your age who are still trying to climb as high as you, so trust me, you are that young.”
I absorbed Craig’s praise, but then came a sting.
“But now you have climbed the ladder maybe it’s time you take ya foot off the pedal for a bit.” He cocked his head as he stared at me thoughtfully. “Enjoy some of this success you have earned.”
“I do enjoy it.”
“Then why don’t you start going off on holidays? Maybe go on an OE or something?” He drew a breath, letting me know the lecture would continue. “I made sure to raise both you boys to be fighters and be competitive. You did what you were supposed to with that upbringing. You studied hard, worked hard while your numbnuts brother took the philosophy to mean fuck hard and pick fights in bars.”
I snicker-snorted, enjoying the stab at Taymon.
“But,” Craig continued, “what Taymon did learn that you didn’t was that it’s also important to have fun with life. You don’t have to be all work no play. A little play is good for you, Finn.”
“Trust me, I play plenty.”
Craig narrowed one eye. “Do you though?”
Instead of telling him the extent of my fun was a Tuesday poker night and Saturday nights in bars watching Shane luck out with women, I decided to just nod rather than have Craig try and explain to me what his version of fun would be.
“Have you got a missus yet?” he asked randomly.
“You met Jenny, didn’t you?”
“Yeah but didn’t you two break up ages ago?”
“Three months ago.”
“Exactly. It’s high time you got yourself a new one. A rich, handsome lad like yourself should be shacked up with a ten.” He grinned then lowered his voice. “And let’s be honest… Jenny was no ten.”
Jenny hadn’t been the most stunning specimen to grace this earth but she thought she was and I had found her unwavering confidence incredibly appealing. It had also helped that she had been on a similar salary as myself.
“I know you kids like to be single and play the field these days,” Craig said, “but it’s much better if you’re shacked up with a bird.”
I braced myself for what I knew was coming next. My stepfather lecturing me about the importance of sex. This was another thing Taymon and Craig had in common; they’d probably spontaneously combust if they were forced to go more than a day without getting any nookie.
“If you’re in a relationship then you can get laid pretty much every night. There is no healthier thing for a man than to have an active sex life. It’s important to keep the pipes cleared. That’s why I’m still as fit as fiddle.” An almost creepy look of satisfaction came over his face, like he was reminiscing about all the sex he’d had with my mother through the years.
Disturbingly, I knew they’d had plenty. The amount of times Taymon and I had been woken up during the night when we were kids from the wild groans and shrieking moans coming from their bedroom should have been classified as child abuse.
“I suppose I could always be a slut like my brother,” I joked.
Craig scowled. Despite his loud openness about his love of sex, he wasn’t a fan of promiscuity, and Taymon’s face was under that word in the dictionary. “Yes, well… I’ve told Taymon he needs to calm that down. It’s a blasted miracle he hasn’t knocked a sheila up yet, or caught a disease that makes his winky fall off.”
Winky. That got me laughing. That word to describe a cock was funny no matter who said it but when a big gruff man like my stepfather said the word it was just fucking hilarious.
We chatted for a few more minutes before my stepfather declared he had to get going. After a hug goodbye, he stepped back and said, “Good luck with, Taymon.”
I laughed like it was a joke but secretly I knew I’d need it.
I knocked off work an hour early and headed straight to the gym. I wasn’t a regular gymgoer but the sight of Taymon waltzing around my apartment shirtless had left me feeling a tad competitive and wanting to buff up. Needless to say I didn’t leave the gym with a body like Taymon’s but I did walk out the door covered in sweat and my muscles aching like a bitch.
When I got back to my apartment, I found Taymon sprawled out on the couch in nothing but his boxer shorts, his eyes glued to the television screen. He grunted in my direction but didn’t appear keen to chat so I carried on into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Once the bathroom had become misted with warm steam, I stepped into the shower. I tipped my head back, groaning in delight as the hot water splashed against my back. When it got time to soap myself down, I found my hand doing what it always did when I was in the shower; playing with my dick.
I closed my eyes, leaned against the tiled wall and gave in to my fantasies: innocent blondes with huge tits and tight cunts who let me fuck them until they were little more than used goods.
“Fuck,” I groaned, jerking myself harder, faster. My breathing became more rapid, my body coiling tighter with every passing second and stroke of my wrist.
I summoned visions of a blonde and a brunette pounding their asses together as they skewered their wet cunts on a long double-ended dildo. In the fantasy I was sitting in a chair watching them moan and writhe like the filthy sluts I imagined them to be.
My real life experiences with women were much tamer than this illusion but that didn’t stop me from fantasising about these vixens removing the dildo and taking turns to lick each other’s pussy juices from the ends of the dildo. Then, they crawled on their knees to kneel in front of me like the king I was, taking turns sliding their tongues over my shaft before I alternated between fucking the warm rasps of their mouths, planning on giving each of the sluts a decent jock shot.
I could feel a tingling in my balls, on the edge of bliss, and just before I came, my dirty sluts vanished when I heard my stepbrother’s voice from behind the shower wall. “You know if you keep playing with it you’ll go blind,” he said.
You fucking bastard!
My body jerked, my thigh muscles locking as I gripped my cock painfully tight to stop myself from ejaculating with my brother so close by. I cursed under my breath as my head fell back against one of the tiles with a thud. Poking my head around the shower wall, I saw Taymon strolling towards the toilet.
“What the fuck,” I blurted, making sure to keep my body hidden. “I’m in the shower, dude.”
Taymon slipped a hand inside his baggy boxers, and stopped in front of the toilet. He yawned and scratched his furry balls before hauling his junk out to piss.
I shook my head like a disappointed parent. “Do you mind waiting for me to get outta the shower first?”
“I just need a piss, bro. Won’t be long.” He chuckled lightly. “I’ll leave you to get back to your wank soon enough.”
“I wasn’t wanking!”
“I could hear you, Finn.” Another chuckle. “No need to deny it. All guys do it.”
I didn’t argue. What was the point? He was right that all guys wanked. I usually wouldn’t have denied it but the fact I’d been busted trying to rub one out was a tad embarrassing. Because of the angle he was on I couldn’t see his dick thank goodness but it was bad enough hearing the noise of his piss splattering against the bowl.
“Did you want to see my dick or something?” Taymon asked.
“What? No! Why the hell would I want to see your dirty dick?”
“Cos you keep staring.”
“I’m watching to make sure you leave the bathroom.”
“So you can get back to having a wank?” He cocked his head to the side and gave me a salacious wink.
I sighed. “Yes, Taymon. So I can get back to having a wank.”
He finished his piss and put his junk away before turning around to face my head which was still poking round the corner of the shower wall. “I wouldn’t mind having a wank myself.”
“Excuse me?”
“Maybe we can have one together?”
I rolled my eyes, more than used to Taymon’s weird sense of humour. “Sorry, homo, but I ain’t a fan of mutual masturbation.”
“What’s wrong with it?” He looked serious. “It’s just two guys giving each other a helping hand. Even better if we’re both in the shower, that way the cum can wash away easily.”
“I’m sure the doctor dropped you on your head as a baby.”
“Are you telling me you’ve never had a mate help you out?”
My eyes bugged. “Most certainly fucking not. I’m not gay.”
“It doesn’t make you gay.”
“I think you’ll find that touching another man’s dick classifies as being a gay activity, Taymon.”
“I’ve done it before and I’m straight as an arrow.”
I honestly couldn’t tell if he was joking or being serious. “Are you for real?”
He nodded. “Me and Jordan used to do it all the time growing up.”
“Jordan as in Jordan Hunt your friend from high school?”
“That’s the one.” Taymon sighed like he was on a trek down memory lane. “He was a good mate in that regard. My right-hand man, you could say.”
“Stop talking shit and piss off so I can finish off what I was doing.”
“Do you mind if I stay and watch?”
“Let me think,” I said, striking a contemplative gaze. “Do I want my brother to watch me masturbate? Hmmm… NO!”
“Go on, I’m curious to see who has the bigger dick.”
My gaze dropped to Taymon’s crotch, imagining what might lay beneath. Even though I knew his staying put in the bathroom and asking me creepy questions was him goofing about, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there was some truth to his comment.
Who has the bigger dick?
I would have been lying if I said I’d never questioned this myself. I think on some level all men secretly wonder how they size up against their brothers.
“I don’t need to see you naked to know you have the smaller cock,” I replied.
“Bullshit,” he fired back. “I’m taller than you, have bigger hands and feet than you.”
“We both know that doesn’t mean jack shit.”
“It does in my case.” He placed his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer shorts, ready to slide them down. “Let me show you.”
“Stop right there,” I ordered. “Quit being such a faggot and piss off already.”
He pulled his hands out from his boxer shorts, the waistband slapping against his hips like a whip. “You’re too fucking easy to wind up, Finny.”
“That’s because you’re such a fucking weirdo.”
“Better to be a weirdo than an uptight bitch with a small dick.”
“The only one here with a small dick is you, asshole. Now fuck off.” I tried to sound staunch but my mouth farted out giggles at how ridiculous we both sounded.
“Okay, Finngina, I’m going.” He flipped me the bird and stuck his tongue out and finally left me in peace.
I found myself giggling some more once he was gone. My stepbrother’s behaviour pushed the boundaries of creepy and awkward but that was just his sense of humour. The guy got a real kick out of shocking people and seeing them rattled—especially me for some reason. Sometimes, like now, it could be sort of funny but unfortunately it could also lead to a very real argument between us since I wasn’t always in the mood for his weird bullshit. I just prayed we could go the rest of the week before a row erupted.
*****
When I finally finished having my shower—and wank—I dried myself off and went to hunt down an outfit from my well-stocked walk-in wardrobe. I wasn’t what you’d call a label-basher but I certainly enjoyed buying good clothes. Every item I owned was pricey and helped add to the image I held dear of being a young, hot professional. I was a firm believer that one should always try and look their best and poker night with the boys was no exception.
After spending ten minutes perusing my many options, I finally settled on slim-cut jeans and a black polo. I gave myself the once-over in the mirror and admired my reflection.
“You look good Mr Pritchard.” I gave my reflection a flirty wink. “Very fucking good.”
Admittedly, I probably could have done with a shave but I figured the light shadow of stubble covering my jaw could wait to be shaved off tomorrow morning.
I made my way back to the lounge and found that Taymon had resumed his lazing about on my couch. I glanced at the time on my phone. 6.20 pm. The guys would be here in about an hour and I was hoping Taymon wouldn’t be here when they arrived.
I knew the whole ‘I don’t want you playing with my friends’ routine was beyond childish, but I knew that Taymon would do his best to ruin the night somehow. To be fair, he didn’t alwaysruin everything but that didn’t change the fact he could be annoying. Even if he didn’t do something crazy to ruin poker night, he would still be a pain in the ass with his overinflated ego demanding all the attention.
Although we were both very different people, we still shared a striking similarity—a need to be in control. I am sure that is what made growing up together such an issue. We had been two very strong-willed boys who wanted to be number one and that had caused no end of problems for our parents who were constantly breaking up our arguments.
I went and grabbed a bottled water from the fridge then went and joined Taymon on the couch. After a couple of minutes, I asked, “Are you and that girl catching up again tonight?”
“Not tonight,” he replied, eyes glued to the television screen.
“How come?”
“She’s busy.”
“What’s she doing?”
“Having dinner with her parents.”
I nodded, unscrewing the cap on my water. “She didn’t invite you?”
Taymon laughed. “I fucked her, I didn’t marry her. Being introduced to her parents is a bit far off.”
“I guess you could always try one of the clubs to look for a new chick.”
He turned his head, his eyes burning me with suspicion.
I took a long swallow from my bottled water and avoided his gaze.
“You seem awfully keen for me to get out tonight… any reason for that?”
I shook my head. “Nope. No reason.”
He kept staring, grinning. “You got a girl coming over, haven’t you?”
“I wish that was the case but no.”
“Then why do I get the impression you don’t want me here?”
“It’s not that it’s just…” my voice trailed off.
“Just what?”
“A couple of my mates are coming over for to play some poker and I didn’t think it would be your thing.”
“Poker!” He looked excited. “Of course poker is my thing. I fucking love playing poker.”
“But we play with money, Taymon.”
He scowled. “What’s that supposed to fucking mean?”
“No offense but I don’t know if you have the kind of money we play for.” I knew how arrogant that sounded but I seriously doubted if he had a penny to his name and I wasn’t in the mood to spot him a loan.
“Don’t you worry about me. I have more than enough cash to take part.”
“How? I thought you were broke?”
“I may not be a rich bitch like you but I do have some money set aside I can play with.”
“Don’t call me a rich bitch,” I grumbled.
“But it’s true. You’re rich… and you’re a bitch.” He laughed and ruffled my wet hair.
“Piss off,” I said, darting to the side to avoid the ruffling evolving into a noogie.
Taymon pulled his hand away and relaxed into the back of the couch, resting his bare feet on the coffee table.
“Feet off the table,” I said.
“Oops.” He chuckled, slowly putting his feet back on the floor. “I forgot how much of an uptight wench you can be.”
“It’s not me being uptight, it’s me not wanting your stinky feet marking my furniture.”
“These babies don’t stink,” he said, raising his left foot and wiggling his toes. “Give it a sniff and see for yourself.”
“I think I’ll just take your word for it.”
“Aw, go on.” He waggled his dark brows. “You can give it a kiss too if you want.”
“It’ll be a cold day in hell before my face goes anywhere near those ugly trotters.”
Chuckling to himself, Taymon slowly lowered his foot back to the floor. “So who are these mates of yours you’ve got coming over?”
“Shane and Luke.”
“Who’s Luke? I don’t think I’ve met him before.”
“He’s one of my work mates at the firm.”
“Is he a cool cunt?”
I raised a brow. “Define a cool cunt?”
“Anyone who isn’t like you.” Taymon laughed at his own lame joke. “Seriously though, I’ll be keen as to join you all. I quite enjoy catching up with Shane.”
“Don’t try and talk him into doing anything stupid.” I warned. “You know what he can be like when he’s had a few too many drinks.”
“It’s not the booze that makes Shane do stupid shit, it’s his desperation to impress me.”
As much as that statement irked me it was the truth. Shane did go out of his way to try and impress Taymon. He’d been doing it for years. My stomach would still curl when I thought back to when we were kids and Shane ate two snails just because Taymon dared him to.
“Well, they’ll be here at 7.30 so you might want to go put some clothes on,” I said.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“None of us want to sit around the table and stare at you half-naked. It’s poker night, not torture night.”
“Come on, you gotta admit I look pretty fucking good half-naked.” He flicked me a cocky grin as he motioned with his eyes down at his chiselled chest and hairy legs.
“Not from where I’m sitting.”
“Would it be better if I just take the boxers off,” he teased. “Let you boys get jealous over what I’m packing between my legs?”
“No one is gonna be jealous over your tiny cock, Taymon, so I suggest you keep it covered up and go put some clothes on.”
“Fine,” he huffed. “I’ll go get changed so I can be presentable for your friends.” He stood up and padded away on his bare feet, mumbling profanity under his breath.
As I sat alone on the couch, I was left with a bad feeling gnawing at my gut. Was it some kind of psychic warning or was I just worried because of how things had gone in the past? Either way, I just hoped for the best.
The dining room was dark, the only source of light being a small lamp hung right over the table. The cloth was taken off, and the table desk was filled with cards, shot glasses and bottles. The apartment was almost completely silent, the only noise coming from Luke who was dealing the cards. He and I were out of chips already, and Shane with Taymon were the only remaining players in the game. The atmosphere was thick, as the pot was generous and the cards on the table were A-A-J-4-3. Although the chance of them both having an Ace was not that low, it was clear that at least one of them was bluffing.
“I raise you fifty,” said Shane. He threw a few of the chips into the pot as he looked menacingly into Taymon’s eyes.
“Fifty,” repeated Luke, aligning the chips at the table. “What about you, Taymon? Do you call or fold?”
Taymon tapped his fingers on the table. His perfect poker-face, covered with black stubble and a pair of pilot sunglasses that would look ridiculous on anyone else but for some reason he seemed to make them work.
“Call or fold? I’ll raise this son of a bitch. One hundred to call and two hundred more!” he said, carelessly throwing his chips at the table, to the dismay of Luke, who always preferred the pot to be organized.
Shane grinded his teeth. A raise this big would force him to go all in. He nervously scratched his chin as Taymon watched him with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Come on, you pussy, we ain’t got all day,” Taymon said.
“Fuck it. I fold,” Shane said, throwing his cards at the table.
Taymon gave him an evil smirk. “I knew you were a fucking coward,” he muttered, as he flashed the cards in his hand. A Queen and a Two, offsuit.
“You bastard!” Shane exclaimed, falling for his taunt. “I had a pair of Jacks, I could have won!”
“Coulda, shoulda, fuckn’ woulda,” Taymon said, counting his chips, “You know, you should try growing some balls next time you want to play with the big boys.”
“Fuck you,” Shane hissed. He turned to me and in a sulky voice said, “Just pay me out for the remaining chips, Finn. I can’t afford to lose any more money.”
Shane’s temper tantrum wasn’t unusual. He hated losing regardless of who he was playing with. To Shane’s credit though he usually calmed down pretty quickly and got over it. He wasn’t the sort of person to hold a grudge.
In the middle of counting his remaining chips, Taymon chuckled at the opposite side of the table. “Calm down, Shane. It’s all just for fun, isn’t it?”
Shane pulled his long dark brown fringe up from his forehead where it dangled, partially hiding his equally dark eyes. “Easy for you to say,” he said. “You’re the fucker who has all the winnings.”
“Come on, Shane,” Taymon said. “It’s what poker is all about. Me winning and you losing.”
“Shane’s right,” I said, trying to defuse the situation. “I mean, I already ran out of money too, and I don’t want to lose any more.”
Taymon used his fingers to spin one of the chips on the wooden desk. “Who said we have to play for money…”
“What would we play for then?” Luke asked, “Shots?”
“No way,” I said, shaking my head, “I have to go to work tomorrow. And we have already drunk enough as it is.”
Taymon shrugged, putting on one of those stubborn looks of his. “We can play for anything. Like clothes.”
“Clothes?” I asked, frowning, “This isn’t some teenage sleepover.”
“And even if it were,” Shane said, his arms crossed on his chest, “You’re kind of missing the point of strip poker. I don’t know how you usually did it, but I played it with girls.”
“That’s the difference between you and me, Shane,” Taymon said softly, “I don’t need to beat a woman at poker to get her naked.”
That got a chuckle both out of me, and of Luke. Taymon smiled and looked back at us.
“Come on, guys… You don’t want to play for money, you don’t want to play for booze. You need some motivation to play poker, otherwise you know it’s just going to turn into a shit-show. What’s the harm?” He took his glasses off and took a swig on his glass of whisky. “Unless,” he added, casually, “Someone here has a small dick.”
“Oh, come on,” I laughed, “You’re not seriously going to try that move on us, are you?”
Taymon just shrugged and raised his eyebrows innocently. “I just want to play some poker. That’s all.”
“Well,” Luke said, “It would be kind of tricky to think up the betting system, wouldn’t it?”
“Of course not,” Taymon replied. “Let’s say: fuck blinds. You guys just have to promise not to be assholes and avoid folding everything that isn’t two Aces. If you’re betting, you’re betting an article of clothing. If you win, you get to put back on something you had to undress earlier, if the person has it, and also win something of his. If you lose, you have to pull it off and give it to that person, as long as you give him something back, et cetera, et cetera…”
“What counts as an article of clothing?” Shane asked.
“What do you think, moron?” Taymon shot him a scolding look. “An article of clothing, a thing that you wear on your body!”
“Like this watch?” Luke asked, shaking his wrist. “Does that count?”
“Of course!” Taymon exclaimed. “Guys, you are overthinking this. It’s not that difficult.”
“Okay. I’m in,” I said. Not because I was particularly in the mood to play strip poker but because I knew we would have been sat there all night otherwise listening to Taymon arguing.
“That’s the spirit, little bro.” Taymon grinned. “How about you guys?”
Shane shrugged. “I guess… If Luke’s in too.”
Taymon focused his attention on Luke. “Luke?”
Luke smiled bashfully then relented. “Okay, guys. Whatever.”
Taymon triumphantly clapped his hands and put his feet on the table. “Good shit. Took you guys long enough though, now let’s start playing some motherfucking poker!”
“As soon as you take your motherfucking stinky feet off my table,” I said.
“Sorry, little bro.” Taymon smirked, putting his feet back on the floor. “I forgot how much of a bitch you are about shit like that.”
Here we go again. Same argument. Same insults.
Shane and Luke sniggered, earning themselves a filthy look from my angry gaze.
“It’s not me being a bitch, it’s because I don’t need your toe jam on a table where I eat.”
“My feet are clean. I had a shower remember?”
“Yeah. Yesterday.”
“And this morning.”
“A shower two days in a row. That must be a record for you,” I spat back.
“Yep. Two days in a row.” Taymon winked. “I had to wash my cock clean after last night’s conquest.”
“Conquest?” Shane’s ears pricked up. “Did you get lucky, bro?”
Taymon nodded. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and after a few taps and swipes turned the screen around to show a picture of a blonde girl with her tits out for the camera. “That’s Jamie-Leigh. We had ourselves a wee photo shoot last night.”
Shane’s hand reached out to snatch at the camera. “Lemme see.”
Taymon chuckled and pulled the phone away. “Sorry lads but if you scroll along too far you gonna see a bit more than you probably care for.”
“Like what?” Shane asked, dumbfounded.
“Like my cock,” Taymon laughed.
Shane appeared to think the prospect over for a moment before responding. “I can live with that if it means I get to see more of Jamie-Leigh.”
Taymon just grinned and put his phone away. “Maybe later.”
“Fucking hell,” Shane said. “Now I’m getting all horny.”
I laughed. “What do you mean getting? Aren’t you always horny?”
Shane nodded. “True dat.” He quickly shot his attention back to Taymon. “So what position did you fuck her in?”
“I don’t think Taymon wants to tell you his private business,” Luke said.
“Doggy style,” Taymon replied, unbothered by Shane’s prying.
Shane nodded, looking pleased with himself as if he’d been the one who’d shagged the girl. “Yeah, bro. Doggy is the best. That’s how I roll too.”
“You score a lot do ya, Shane?” Taymon cocked an eyebrow as he took another sip on his drink.
“Yep,” Shane said confidently. “Ask the guys. I’m always getting my dick wet.”
Luke and I exchanged Shane’s-talking-shit-again glances.
“Good for you,” Taymon said, a chuckle bubbling beneath the grin on his face. “But then, getting your dick wet tends to happen when you go for a swim, take a bath, or have a shower.”
“Nar, Taymon, for real. I score heaps.” Shane’s voice sounded like the desperate-to-impress teenager he’d been a decade ago. “I can’t even count how many girls I’ve nailed now. It’s been that many.”
It was tragic the way Shane was pleading his case, trying to convince Taymon that he too was a hit with the ladies. Rather than let him continue making a fool of himself, I suggested we make a start on the game.
“Good idea,” Luke said, and he quickly shuffled the deck and handed out the cards.
The game started smoothly and we immediately accommodated to the new system. When somebody lost a piece of clothing, he gave it to the person he lost it too. Next time he won, he could ask for it back. Everyone was able to choose what item of clothing to be taken off when betting, and raising was possible, but only by one. Since things as shoes and socks were counted, all of us went for those primarily. Except for Taymon.
“Dude,” Shane said, in a shocked tone, “Why are you taking off your shirt? You still have your shoes on.”
“It’s stuffy as fuck in here,” Taymon answered, revealing his broad, overwhelmingly hairy chest, “Oh, and also, I’m not a pussy. Choose whichever reason sounds better to you.”
The game continued, and soon, piles of clothing started appearing on the table. Shane managed to win my shoes and Taymon’s sunglasses, Taymon won Luke’s shoes and was playing him for his socks for a long while. Much to my surprise, it actually started to get pretty entertaining.
But then I began to run out of luck and was on a losing streak.
Luke played me out of my socks and my shirt, and then Shane won my trousers. It soon became apparent I was the weakest player in the game, and was left sitting at the table in my boxer briefs. Which Taymon managed to win soon after.
“No way, man,” I shook my head, looking into his eyes. “There is no way I’m sitting here naked.”
“Finn, what do you think is the point of strip poker?” Taymon said, sounding like a condescending prick. “Take the fuckers off before I make you take them off.”
I looked to Luke and Shane, trying to find some support in their eyes, but they just stared back with dumb smiles. They’d had too much to drink. And not to mention we’d each enjoyed a few long puffs on the joint Taymon had presented midway through the evening.
When it became apparent my friends weren’t going to save me from my own nudity, I thought fuck it. It was hardly a big deal. It wasn’t like I was some sort of prude with anything to hide. I sighed, raised my butt a bit from the chair and slid down my underwear.
“There,” I said, throwing them over the table to Taymon, “Here you go. Satisfied now?”
Taymon grabbed them and brought them to his nose, smelling them, as if it was a glass of fine wine. “Smells like victory…”
To be honest, I wasn’t surprised, and I don’t think Shane was either since we both knew Taymon to be a gross bastard. Luke, however, was quite shocked.
“What the heck is wrong with you?” Luke half-squealed. “You just sniffed your brother’s underwear!”
“Just one thing,” Taymon said, ignoring Luke’s comment, his dark gaze trained on me. “I didn’t quite appreciate the way you took them off. What do you have down there that is so secret, Finn?”
“Beethoven’s lost symphony, asshole,” I retorted sarcastically, “If I recall, we were playing for clothing, not for me doing a fucking striptease for you.”
Taymon smirked and refilled his glass. He flashed me his shit-eating grin again, but this time, something changed in his eyes. A strange spark, his expression changing into almost a predatory one.
“That is exactly right, Finn,” he said, stirring his glass in a circular motion. “Which is what leads me to proposing a new challenge. You just ran out of your clothing, which were your chips. That means you lost. However, I propose a final bet. If the guys here agree…” His hand waved to Luke and Shane, who seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. “…I will collect your belongings and deal us a final hand. Just you and me. If you win, you get back all your clothing for the rest of the night.”
I frowned. “And if I lose?”
“If you lose,” Taymon said, slowly, carefully pronouncing every word, “You have to do anything we say for the next… let’s say… half hour.”
Shane chuckled and Luke shook his head, smiling.
“Is that how it is now?” I stared back into the weird look on Taymon’s face. “We’ve moved on from strip poker to a pathetic game of truth or dare?”
“No, no, no, no. No truth. Only dare,” Taymon corrected me, sipping on his drink. “With your turn, for a half hour.”
For a couple of seconds, there was only silence at the table. Then Taymon shrugged his shoulders. “Of course, you can also be a little pussy just like you were as a kid.”
“I’ll do it.” I said, determined not to let the bastard paint me as a coward.
A devilish smile appeared on his lips. “What’s that now?”
“I will do it,” I repeated loudly, “Are you deaf?”
“Not deaf, just not used to my little brother behaving like he has some balls.”
“Luke, deal us those cards,” I said heatedly. “I’m about to win my clothes back.”
Once Luke had dealt us a hand each, I looked at my cards and could hardly believe my luck. Two Aces! I smirked at Taymon, no reason to try to hide anything, as we could not raise at this point. He just kept staring back, with that unsettling look… But what did I have to fear? This was the best possible starting hand!
No time was wasted as Luke just kept dealing cards on the table. Eight… Four… Nine… Five… And an Ace! I let out a triumphant roar, as I slammed my cards right on the table. “See that, Taymon? Three Aces! Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take back my—”
“Not so fast, little bro,” Taymon said calmly. He slowly turned over his cards. A Two and a Ten… Both Clubs. Just like the Eight, Nine and Five on the table. Flush.
“Hooolyyy shit,” Shane said, staring at the table in disbelief. Luke just sat there, shaking his head. I looked at the desk with a look of desperation in my eyes before switching my gaze back to Taymon. He was smiling like he had just won a million dollars.
“Well, there you go,” Taymon said, “Looks like you’re our bitch for the next half hour.”
The table erupted with laughter. My heart sank. What was the chance of that happening?! Shane and Luke were bent over with glee, but I was more interested about Taymon. I did NOT like the look he had on his face. He was known to be pretty brutal when it came to bets like these in the past. I remembered back when we were teenagers he’d won a bet with one of my friends and made the guy swim over the town river, and another time he made someone climb into an abandoned building. There was no chance he was going to just let this slide.
“Okay,” I said, when the laughter finally stopped. “You got me there, Taymon. Luke, set the timer on your phone. I want to be sure I don’t listen to this son of a bitch for a second longer than I have to.”
“I didn’t like the way you addressed me there, Finn,” said Taymon with a dangerously soft voice. “From now on, my title is ‘Sir’ to you.”
“Eat shit, Sir,”was my immediate retort, making Luke and Shane chuckle again. Taymon did not change his expression though. He was still looking at me like he had just won the lottery.
“What should we make him do?” Luke asked, suddenly forgetting he was supposed to be on my side. “Maybe we could order him to prepare us something to eat. I’m starving.”
“We could make him do some prank calls,” Shane said. “That’d be funny as.”
Taymon rolled his eyes. “You guys really are clueless about the amount of possibilities here. Making dinner or prank calls isn’t embarrassing at all and there’s no fun in it. And besides, you’re forgetting who made the bet and who was just sitting here watching.”
“Fine,” Shane said, “What do you propose then?”
“We can start by making him stand up. Just showing us his dick will probably kill you vanilla fucks with shock.” Taymon flicked his cruel gaze in my direction. “What are you waiting for, Finn? Stand up.”
I sighed. I was not ashamed of my dick, it was pretty decent, average at least. I was just very unhappy about doing what Taymon wanted. But a bet was a bet and I had said that I would do anything he wanted; if I didn’t then he’d bust my balls for years to come. I stood up, displaying my manhood. I was immediately disappointed in Luke and Shane, who actually looked at it instead of looking away. I expected more from them.
“Well, not bad,” Taymon said, taking a long sip from his drink. “What do you think, guys? Does Finn’s equipment get a tick of approval?”
“Unfortunately, Taymon, me and Luke haven’t seen that many dicks to be able to compare,” Shane replied, making Luke grin. Taymon ignored him.
“There you go, Finn,” Taymon said, his eyes locked on my penis. “What did you have to be ashamed of? Well… Unless you’re a shower. Maybe that equipment of yours ain’t so impressive when it’s actually in action.”
“That’s one mystery I guess we’re never going to solve,” Shane said cheekily.
“Why not?” Taymon frowned. “Finn, stroke it a bit to get it hard.”
“You’re serious?” I asked as my left eyebrow went in the direction of the ceiling.
“You’re serious, who?”
Sigh.
“You’re serious, SIR?”
“Yes I am, Finn. Go on. I’m sure you’re well experienced at stroking it.”
At this point, Shane and Luke started to seem a little uneasy. I was happy to find at least some support with my friends.
“Isn’t this getting a little bit… Weird?” Shane said, in a genuinely concerned tone. Luke nodded in agreement.
“What is weird about it?” Taymon asked.
“We don’t wanna be staring at Finn jacking himself off,” Luke clarified.
“So? Don’t stare then. You guys are being too fucking sensitive about this,” said Taymon before taking another sip. “When I was in the army, we used to do stuff like this all the time. It’s a power play thing. All fun and games. Unless you’re boring.” He put the glass back on the table with a dramatic motion. “You guys don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. But frankly, I’m disappointed in you Shane.”
“In me?” Shane pointed to himself.
“Yes. I thought you were supposed to be a fun cunt.”
“I-I am a fun cunt.”
“Then why aren’t you acting like one? Instead you and Luke are sat there like a pair of fucking pussy-assed bitches.”
Now it was Shane’s turn to sigh. He turned to me. “Finn? Just stroke your cock before he talks my ear off.” Shane was doing his best to dress his words up as exasperation but it was clear he was worried about Taymon thinking less of him.
Then to my surprise, Luke added his two cents worth. “Just do it, Finn. After all, you did lose the best.”
What the actual fuck? Taymon had seemed to convince Luke and Shane that this was not weird, at least a little bit anyway, but I still wasn’t convinced. Touching myself in front of my closest friends? That just seemed wrong on so many levels. But then again, it was a bet. If all of them were up for it, I had no say in this without looking like a cowardly prude. So I just decided to get it over and done with.
“Whatever, you perverts. But I’m not guaranteeing that I will even be able to get hard with all of you staring right at me.”
“Don’t worry,” Taymon said, nonchalantly shuffling the card pack, “None of us is questioning your inability to get hard.”
I gulped. I had always found Taymon’s attitude annoying and arrogant. But somehow, the same tone of voice and the same demeaning words worked differently when I was standing in front of him naked. I tried to ignore the electricity which just circulated through my body and stopped in my cock, making it twitch ever so slightly. I decided to mask this by putting my hand over my cock, slowly stroking it.
“You’re using your left hand for it?” Shane said, with one eyebrow raised up.
“Yep,” I grunted, not interrupting the activity, “I usually jack it to porn, you know, and I control the computer with my right hand.”
“I do it the same way, actually,” Luke said, easing himself into the discussion, like it was the most casual thing ever to talk about this kind of stuff with your friend rubbing one out right in front of you. Everyone was getting too comfortable with this… And moreover, I started to notice that I could practically feel Taymon’s glare on my naked skin. He pretended not to be interested but when I looked in his eyes, I saw something. Something that kind of scared me. And also worked my dick to a full stiffness.
“There,” I said, letting go off my throbbing cock. “Are you satisfied yet? SIR?”
“Not really,” Taymon said, standing up from the chair. My heart started beating. What was he gonna do now? I was ashamed of the fact that my dick was harder than ever, so I grabbed it with my hand to pretend it was my doing. But it wasn’t… It was Taymon’s. But how?! I was straight and had dated and slept with enough women to prove it. How was this intimidating, bare-chested caveman making me breathe so heavily? I mean even if I were into guys—which I most certainly wasn’t—I could imagine it happening with a smooth, young twink. Not my hairy brute of a stepbrother! What was happening?
Taymon came up to me—uncomfortably close, I might add—and looked down. “Hands off that cock,” he commanded.
I did as he said. It was impossible not to. I tried so hard to show I didn’t care, but those green eyes of his were almost hypnotising me. I wasn’t mad at him anymore, I wasn’t even scared of him or what would happen next. But I was curious. Very.
I let out a gasp as I felt his calloused hand groping my manhood.
“Dude…” Shane broke the silence. He and Luke were staring, their boundaries put to a test yet again. Taymon answered by taking the bottle from the table with his free hand and putting it in front of Shane.
“Drink.”
Shane didn’t object. He just stared back at Taymon for a couple seconds before taking the bottle and putting it to his lips. It was a couple more seconds before he finished gulping from it.
“Let me have it,” Luke said, with a weird tone in his voice, as he took it and proceeded to drink a generous amount of it as well.
“I know you guys are probably freaking out a bit right now,” Taymon said, with a much deeper, lower voice. In the pauses between words, you could hear a pin drop in the room. “But you will thank me afterwards. I’m trying to broaden your horizons, to give you a short holiday from your boring-ass lives.”
Taymon then turned to me. The whole time, his monstrous hand was holding my dick, squeezing it periodically. My face blushed as I realized I leaked a decent amount of precum into it. He didn’t seem to mind though. His other hand grabbed his fly and slowly dragged it down. With no rush at all, and without breaking eye contact with me, he pulled out his cock.
I haven’t seen too many cocks in my life. Most of the small pool that I have seen was in porn or in the communal showers, and I never really paid much attention to those. But I knew what a decent-sized cock looked like. And this wasn’t a decent-sized cock. This was a monster. Whether you were into men or not, you had to admire the magnitude of his prick.
And then his cock began to twitch. And grow. And grow. And grow. He was getting erect before my very eyes and while he gripped my meat he used his other hand to stroke himself to full hardness.
“Holy fuck,” Shane gasped.
“That thing is huge,” Luke added.
Taymon stepped even closer to me. I got to smell his whisky breath on my face as he put his huge dick right next to mine. I had always thought my cock was a respectable average but next to Taymon, I was feeling like the least-endowed man in history.
“This is why I am the big brother,” Taymon said. “And why you are the little brother.” He squeezed my cock to emphasize his point. “What do you guys think? Do I make Finn look tiny?”
Luke nodded on the spot while Shane at least tried to show me some loyalty by refusing to answer.
“Shane?” Taymon urged. “Do I make your buddy here look tiny?”
“Not tiny,” Shane said. “Just… Finn’s dick is okay.”
Taymon laughed arrogantly. “At least you are kind enough to lie.” He removed his hand from my cock, leaving it fully exposed to the room. “I’m not sure why but I always had a feeling Finn wasn’t a big boy but I had no idea it would be this pitiful.”
“My dick isn’t pitiful,” I uttered in a throaty whisper.
“It is, Finn.” His green eyes glimmered with mockful sympathy. “It really fucking is.”
A deep shame throbbed in my heart, and my offended prick. For some fucked up reason I found his scathing appraisal of my manhood as erotic as I found it humiliating.
Taymon cleared his throat then began to speak as if he were addressing a classroom. “When in the army,” he said, with this new-found intimidating voice, “we didn’t get many chances to go out and fuck girls. The seniors were a bunch of arrogant bastards, they barely let us out of the barracks. So… We had to find another outlet. We were desperate, so we devised a system. If you had a bigger dick than somebody else, you could use him. Anytime you wanted.”
I swallowed, unable to take my eyes off his throbbing meat.
“What do you mean ‘use him’?” I asked, with a weak voice. I already knew the answer, but… My rampant mind wanted to hear those words. Taymon put his fingers on my chin, pulling my face up, making me face him.
“Get on your knees, Finn.”
When it came to sex, I was very much a fulltime resident of the vanilla zone. I’d had a couple of girlfriends who you could say were playful in the bedroom; masks, costumes, toys… but it was always more for their benefit than for mine. For me, the ordinary in-and-out was enough. I had always thought I was just a guy with no kinks.
That all changed when I was kneeling before Taymon with two of my best friends watching, his extraordinary manhood throbbing right before my face. I had never been turned on so much in my entire life… It was that kind of lust that just makes you go autopilot. You don’t listen to your brain, your consciousness, the voice that is telling you that this is all too weird. You don’t. You just go with it.
And that’s what I did.
The musk coming from his cock was attacking my nose without mercy and I was not defending. This pure aroma of masculinity seemed to have entered my bloodstream and fill my entire body. Especially my cock, which was now leaking all over the carpet. Taymon’s dick was just like him—brutish, manly, smelly, hairy, non-compromising, always taking what it wanted. And the thing that both he and his cock wanted at this moment was me.
Luke and Shane sat at the table and watched the entire scene. They weren’t talking. They weren’t laughing or throwing disgusted looks as I was kneeling and about to give my own stepbrother a fucking blowjob. No, they were just mesmerized by the situation, just like I was. In a fucked up way I probably should have expected something like this from Taymon—he’d always been a bit weird—but we should have been the rational ones. Somebody was supposed to stand up and stop this. And yet nobody did.
Taymon’s fingers landed in my hair. I looked up. He wasn’t impatient. No, he was enjoying every second of this. He wanted to take it slow, to drag out my humiliation as excruciatingly long as possible. The sickest part was that I was okay with it.
“Pull my pants down,” he said.
With a shaky breath, I dragged his pants down to his knees, revealing his strong thighs and huge balls.
“Now touch it.” His tone was dominant, yet calm. He didn’t have to raise his voice. I would have done as he said anyway. And he knew it. It was hard to say if it was me who gave him such a hardon or just the fact that I gave into his power in such a short while. It was probably a mixture of both.
As my hands were going up to obey his command, I realized that I had practically no control over them. My dick was doing all the talking and even if I wanted, I couldn’t stop. My fingertips found the silky skin of Taymon’s shaft. It was weird. I was touching another guy’s cock. My stepbrother’s cock! It felt like my own physically, but mentally, it was nothing I had ever encountered before. His hand guided mine to explore the area, touch his scrotum and play with his balls. They were sweaty and hairy. I felt it on my fingers. For some reason, my mouth was watering like crazy.
Then suddenly, he stopped guiding and I was on my own. I didn’t even notice that I was cupping and tugging on his balls without being told to. It didn’t even enter my mind that I started stroking his shaft without being told. It just started happening. Who would think that servicing a guy would come to me so naturally?
My eyes were focused on that dick. The thought of having another guy’s penis in my hand was so alien that my brain just kept rejecting it—and I had to reassure myself that this was real. This is really happening!I’m holding Taymon’s fat dick in my hand. I could feel every vein on it pulsing, and the whole thing was twitching. It seemed to react to every motion of my hand and get harder and harder—just for me, just from the way I was touching it.
As my hand explored Taymon’s manhood in various ways; massaging the shaft, rubbing the tip with my thumb, running my fingertips on the slit, I started to see a drop of precum forming at the tip. A big drool of Taymon’s liquid lust. The more I rubbed his manhood, the bigger it got, until it was almost big enough to fall down on the floor.
Suddenly, Taymon’s thick finger wiped it off. Then, his hand approached my face. “Taste it, Finn.”
Without giving me any opportunity to protest, his finger came forward and smeared the liquid on my lips. I backed off at first, but he just followed the motion of my head and did it. It smelled kind of like mine, but stronger. More musky. I had never tasted my own, never had any reason to do it. But I was about to taste his…
My tongue came out and tried it. It didn’t really taste that strong, but it had a powerful effect on my body. I found my tongue licking my lip clean from the sticky stuff, each taste sending a million electric shocks through my entire body. I started to realise that I’d never been harder in my entire life.
I looked up at Taymon. I didn’t say anything… I couldn’t bring myself to speak. That would have been too strong even for the barrier of lust that was guarding me from becoming crippled by the humiliation of my predicament. I mean, my two best friends were watching me kneeling before another man and doing unspeakable things to him. Why wasn’t anyone stopping this? All I could hear was the sound of the bottle of whisky being passed around.
Taymon, however, didn’t need words to recognize exactly what I craved. With a smirk, he rubbed the head of his dick on his finger and offered another generous drop of precum to my mouth. He didn’t smear it this time though, I had to stick out my tongue and lap it up from his finger. I didn’t even care that I was acting like an animal and that my dignity was far, far away. I was sucking on Taymon’s precum-covered index finger like it was a fucking lollipop. He repeated this two more times and when he stopped I looked up curiously at him. He adjusted himself and presented his dick right before my face. It was clear what the next step would be.
I shuffled closer to his dick and ever so gently kissed the tip. Taymon shuddered from the peck of my wet lips. “Do that again,” he said.
For some reason I found myself hesitating, as if my heterosexuality was putting up one last fight. Just as Taymon was about to bark an order telling me to get on with it, I kissed his cock again. This time heavier and stickier and I kept my soft lips pressed to his piss slit. I opened up, dropping my mouth down over Taymon’s dick and began to suck.
“Ahhhhh,” Taymon groaned, every inch of his fuck-meat throbbing with pleasure.
I stabbed the tip of my tongue into his piss slit, craving more of his delicious liquid. Wanting more. Needing more.
I knew my inexperienced lips weren’t going to be perfect at this but my lustful mind wasn’t going to allow me to be sloppy at this job. If I was sucking a dick, I was gonna suck it well.
“Fuck…” Taymon sighed in a deep voice and grabbed the bottle from the table. He gulped down what was left in it while his free hand raked through my hair. His humongous dick went past my throat and made me gag. I tried to suppress my gag reflex and calm down—to focus on the salty skin of his shaft in my mouth and the bush of his pubes right on my nose. The aroma coming from his sweaty balls was thick and I found the aroma spurring me on. It didn’t take long for saliva to pool in my mouth, and combined with Taymon’s leakage it forced me to start swallowing. As Taymon’s hand pushed and pulled on my hair, I felt like my mouth was little more than just his fucktoy.
“I-… I need to get home,” I heard Luke’s shaky voice from the right. I tried to look up, but Taymon’s hand held me firmly in place. I heard the sounds of a chair being dragged on the floor.
“Luke,” Taymon said.
“No, sorry Taymon. This is just too weird and too—”
“Sit back down, Luke.”
“But…”
“Trust me. Sit back down.” Taymon’s voice was calm but it oozed authority and I could hear the sound of Luke doing what he was told—sitting his ass back down. Taymon tapped the side of my face. “Finn?”
I pulled my mouth free. “Yes, Sir?” I looked up into my stepbrother’s face and saw the devil’s pupils staring right back at me.
“Move over to Luke and suck his dick.”
“What?!” Luke squawked.
“Shut up, Luke,” Taymon barked. “Finn, do it.”
His hand sets me free and I looked over at Luke. There was fear in his eyes, but he remained seated. His chest was rising up and descending down fast and his armpits were visibly sweaty from nervosity. I looked down to his crotch and to my surprise there was a visible tent in his tight pants.
I had never thought about him in a sexual way, but this newfound kink of mine had opened a door in my mind I could not close. In this moment, he was no longer my friend, he was someone I was going to suck off.
In a few seconds, I was kneeling before him, spreading his legs. Luke did nothing to stop me. Much like me, he was probably overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. I was looking in his eyes and I could see that they mirrored the uncertainty of mine.
My fingers moved to the fly of his pants. He was wearing a pair of typical “9 to 5” suburban male’s brown pants. A happy, smiling, kind of boring neighbour to many eyes from the neighbourhood. Tonight though, I was going to see what was hidden behind that white picket fence layer of his. Once his pants were loosened, I slid them down to his knees.
What was waiting underneath was a pair of boxers. Loose, blue boxers tented with a begging piece of a cock inside of them. The area around the tip was drenched. Luke has been watching this entire scene hot and bothered obviously. I leaned in and took a sniff of the mess he’d done in his underwear. It smelled different from Taymon. I could smell soap and expensive laundry detergent… And precum. The strong, masculine scent of a male who had been waiting a little too long to be satisfied. Why does my body suddenly feel like it’s wired to fix that? I felt like I had a sexual sixth sense; my inner voice telling me that this was a man who’d not had the pleasure of a blow job in a very long time.
I closed my eyes and went in. My whole world shrunk to the length and girth of my friend’s dick. I didn’t even care that it was still clothed, my mouth just engulfed the tool and my tongue started taking care of it. I slid my tongue through the front hole of Luke’s boxers and my tongue said hello to his warm, salty organ.
“Oh god…” Luke whispered, in a much higher voice than usual. I sensed trembling in his voice. I could hear him grip the leather armrests of his chair stronger. His hips moved unconsciously, thrusting his clothed tool further in my mouth. I could feel the fabric of his underwear getting wetter and wetter with my saliva—and also Luke’s juices. The guy was like a water sprinkler. It must have been a while since he felt like this.
“How long has it been since your wife sucked your dick, Luke?” Taymon asked, still maintaining that low, intimidating tone.
“I-It’s been a while,” Luke exhaled.
“Then sit back and relax and enjoy it,” Taymon said. “Doesn’t Finn’s mouth feel fucking great?”
“It does,” Luke whispered guiltily.
Taymon chuckled. “You boys should be thanking me. I think I’ve just shown you how poker nights should be from now on.”
I heard Taymon shuffling around while I rolled my tongue over Luke’s shaft. I then heard the distinct sound of a lighter and in a couple seconds, I smelled smoke. The bastard is smoking a cigarette! We had shared a joint earlier but that had been an exception. When it came to cigarettes I had a strict no-smoking rule. And Taymon knew of this rule. But right now, I couldn’t say anything to him. I was on my knees, naked, sucking off one of my good mates just because he told me to AKA I was in a position where I couldn’t question anything. And I was fucking loving it.
A new wave of endorphins rushed over me as I pulled my mouth free of his covered cock, desperate to unleash it so I could see its full potential. My hands grabbed the front hole of Luke’s boxers and forcefully ripped the button off. It flew away and fell somewhere under the cupboard. Nobody gave a shit. I could finally see Luke’s cock in the flesh. It was a stumpy todger, not overly long but very thick, and it was leaking like a faucet.
My mouth immediately jumped back on it, lips sliding over the sensitive tip, tongue doing it’s best to squeeze out more and more grunts out of my friend. And it was working. Luke leaned back in the chair, letting out ridiculous whimpers of pleasure while his cock was pumping fresh batches of his pre-juice every minute. I got absolutely lost in what I was doing. I could feel the pulse in his dick, and it was going absolutely crazy. I bet mine was too but I wasn’t going to stop to check. I wasn’t here to get myself off, I was here to get other men off. That was my job in this moment, to be used for other men’s pleasure.
“Thatta boy, Finn,” Taymon taunted. “Suck that dick. Give the man what he needs.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled back through my dick-filled lips.
Saliva mixed with Luke’s precum started leaking out my mouth as I gave the sloppiest blowjob in the world. It started getting everywhere the wilder I got into it. Soon, my whole face was covered in Luke’s mess.
Suddenly, there was a light tap on my shoulder. I reluctantly let Luke’s dick out of my mouth and turned to see Taymon grinning at me. “You’ve done a good job so far, little bro.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Now it’s time to show Shane how much of a cock-slobbering homo you are.”
I don’t know why but being told to service Shane freaked me out a little. I was still in my manic dick daze but I was hyper aware that sucking Shane’s cock would feel more incestuous than sucking Taymon’s. In many ways Shane was more of a brother to me than Taymon was.
We’d grown up together. He had been my best friend ever since kindergarten. There was a time when we had done everything together. We knew each other so damn well, but we didn’t know each other like this.
Like a bitch on heat, I crawled around the table on my hands and knees to where Shane was sitting. Kneeling in front of him, I gazed up like the submissive slut Taymon wanted me to be. Shane reluctantly turned his chair around so that he was facing me, his eyes were like a cold, hard shield, trying to keep me out. But I could see that this was a mask and that beneath his stoic exterior he was just as nervous as I was.
“Ask Shane nicely if you can suck his cock,” Taymon said.
“May I please suck your cock, Shane?” My voice came out feeble. I knew my place.
The lingering pause was pulse-pounding and I actually thought Shane was going to kick me away. But then, with the slightest of nods he gave his approval. He got to his feet, his crotch level with my face. With shaky fingers he unfastened his belt buckle then slowly slid the leather through the loops before dropping it to the floor. His fingers hesitated a moment above his locked zipper.
I watched on, licking my lips with a dry, heavy tongue.
He slid the zipper’s metal teeth apart and pulled his jeans down over his hips, then let them pool around his ankles. He was wearing an orange pair of briefs, much trendier than what Luke had been wearing. I reached out and rubbed the obvious bulge hidden beneath the soft orange material, instantly feeling the smooth heat emanating from his genitals. With Luke I had been focused on servicing his dick immediately but with Shane I took my time, admiring the fullness of his bulge and how nice his legs looked.
It seemed strange to find a man’s legs attractive—or maybe it didn’t considering I had become a cocksucker—but for the first time in my life I realised that my best friend had pretty nice legs for a dude. They were slim and toned, covered in a down of light brown hairs that started on his upper thighs and ran down to his ankles. I ogled the tantalizing tan lines halfway up each of his thighs, marking the start of paler, smoother flesh.
I couldn’t help but explore the masculine terrain so I reached out and trailed feather-light caresses up the backs of Shane’s calves. The dusting of coarse hair tickled my fingers, and Shane’s muscles bounced against the sensual touch. I then switched my affection to the fronts of Shane’s legs, stroking my knuckles along his shins, grazing the hair from his ankles to his knees.
Fuck, you feel so good to touch.
Shane still seemed in a state of shock, unable or unwilling to accept what was happening; that his body was being sexually caressed by another male. By me… his best mate.
I searched his soulful brown eyes for any sign of fury. There may have been remnants of anger in the dark depths of his pupils, but there seemed to be more prominent emotions twisting and turning at the forefront. Unease, turmoil, distrust… but I wondered if I was also glimpsing the presence of latent curiosity.
Shane’s breathing deepened and his lashes fell half-mast over his drunken eyes as he teasingly caught the edge of his bottom lip between his teeth.
I slowly dropped my face and placed my lips to one of his hairy shins before dragging my tongue north and licking towards his inner thigh. The long lick evolved into tiny kisses all the way up the inside of his leg until I buried my face into his briefs, my nose pressing into the crease between his balls and thigh. I inhaled deeply, rewarded with the rich scent of his musk, so strong it clung to my face where I pressed against him. I could tell he’d been wearing these orange briefs for a couple days and that he probably hadn’t showered since finishing work at the garage, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It smelled beautiful and natural; the honest sweat of a hard day’s work.
“Quit fucking about and suck him already,” Taymon barked.
That was all it took. Shane’s smell may have captivated me but it was Taymon who was in charge. I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of Shane’s underwear and pulled them down past his knees.
Wow… that’s beautiful.
Despite the very gay activity I was partaking in, I was still taken aback by how enamoured I was with Shane’s cock. It was a pretty fucker that was for sure. Although he wasn’t fully erect, he was hard enough to give me an indication of his true size, probably a healthy seven inches. Nowhere near as big as Taymon, but Shane’s dick was just so damn attractive. Smooth and unblemished, with a flattering girth to match his respectable length. His balls were smooth and his pubes trimmed. This was a man who took good care downstairs.
I opened my gob and gulped down Shane’s rod, sucking his pretty dick like my life depended on it. Within seconds I felt him stretch and harden to his full size inside my mouth. Although not as huge as Taymon, his length was still impressive and enough to give the beginner throat of mine a tough time. Taking the whole thing made my mouth ache, but it was worth it for the sounds Shane was making—low, quick groans that went straight to the pit of my belly and made my heart pound with excitement.
Shane buried his hands into my hair and started rubbing my scalp. His fingers were so sensual, loving almost. I decided I must have been doing a really good job because he looked and felt so relaxed. I still couldn’t believe how at home his dick felt in my mouth. So full. So warm. So… us.
As a way to let Shane know just how much I appreciated his sensual head rub, I wanted to gift him more pleasure. I slipped my mouth free of his manmeat and plopped my mouth over his balls, sucking them into my mouth.
“Whoaaaa,” Shane said with a shiver.
I kept sucking, enjoying the hefty weight of his testicles beneath my tongue. I felt like I was giving him a bath, cleaning him of man sweat. He writhed and shuddered, letting me lick and suck his delicious balls how I pleased. Our fun was cut short when Taymon barked an order.
“Turn around!”
I released Shane’s balls from my mouth and proceeded to turn around.
“Not you, bitch.” Taymon shot me a steely gaze. “Shane. Turn around.”
Shane flinched. “Me? Why me?”
“Because I fucking said so.”
“But I don’t want to turn around.”
“Just do what the fuck I say,” Taymon said. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
Despite his obvious reluctance, Shane begrudgingly turned around.
“Good,” Taymon said, sounding pleased with himself. “Now bend over the chair.”
“But…”
“Bend. Over. The. Chair.”
Shane did as he was told and draped his body over the chair.
“Since Finn seems to enjoy your dick and balls so much, I figured he might like to lick your ass out too.”
I couldn’t see Shane’s face but I could tell by the way his back shivered that he wasn’t keen on this suggestion. However, no one was about to question Taymon’s authority. Not me. Not Shane. Not Luke. Nobody.
I stared at Shane hunched over the chair, his ass waiting for me. If I didn’t feel obliged to fulfil Taymon’s orders then there was no way I would have been able to even contemplate sticking my tongue in my best mate’s shitter. But Taymon of course was controlling me like a puppet master, moving my strings so that my face moved in the direction of Shane’s behind.
I just sat and stared at Shane’s ass for a moment, inspecting another part of his body I’d never really paid attention to. Yeah sure, Shane was the kind of goofball who would moon someone for a joke so it wasn’t like I’d never seen his ass before but this was the first time I’d seen his posterior so up close and personal.
I could feel Taymon and Luke’s peepers watching me as I eyed Shane’s behind, trying to find the will to shuffled forward and stick my tongue in a place I never dreamed I would. I had never even licked out a chick’s ass let alone another dude’s.
Then something happened. Something as magical as it was troubling. My dick twitched. It literally fucking twitched, oozing a drop of precum onto the floor. I suddenly realised I wasn’t put off by the view at all, I was enjoying it more than I should.
Just like his cock, it turned out Shane was the owner of a very nice ass indeed. His taut buttocks appeared mostly smooth but courtesy of the light above the desk I could see the shimmer of some blond fuzz on his cheeks. The light also cast a shadow over the denser and darker hair that lined his crack.
I inched forward and planted a gentle kiss on his left buttock. Then on his right. The warmth of his skin was heavenly and I soon found myself kissing his butt cheeks all over, grazing my stubble against his unblemished ass flesh.
I didn’t think. I couldn’t think. Passion had reduced me to instinct and impulse. I clutched his cheeks and opened him up like a book, exposing the soft hairs sprinkled up and down the length of his crack and his tight little asshole.
I started at the tip of his crack, licking my way down Shane’s moist crevice before flicking my tongue against the tiny muscle in the centre, curious to get a taste.
Shane writhed, his body swaying in pleasure from the licks and slobbers I was delivering. A series of mumbled groans escaped his lips as he pushed his ass back, desperate for more. I licked eagerly, kissing his hole and slicking it with my spit. “Fuck that’s good,” he gasped.
Hearing the praise spurred me on and I licked more ferociously, wetting down the hair in his crack with a generous supply of saliva.
“Yesssss!” he hissed, as I licked up and over his asshole again. “Fuck yessss!”
Did it taste pleasant? Not particularly, but it also wasn’t as bad as I had expected. The more I licked the more I enjoyed it and pretty soon I was consumed by a ravenous hunger for the indescribable taste and heady aroma of another man’s asshole.
“Fucking oath,” Shane panted. “Get that tongue in there, bro.”
My tongue stabbed at my best mate’s fluttering hole, gagging to slip inside. But of course he was too damn tight for anything that intrusive so I had to settle with heavy licks that lapped up the sweat dampening his crack.
Out the corner of my eye, I spotted Luke now standing beside me, his chubby cock jutting out of the hole in his boxers. It was leaking with need so I grabbed hold of it, jacking him off while my tongue remained buried in the cleft of Shane’s cheeks. Soon I had them both moaning, a symphony of sex filling the room.
“That’s enough,” Taymon said gruffly.
I let go of Luke’s dick and pulled my face out of Shane’s ass. The three of us were panting, heaving from the bliss of such a dark and twisted evening.
Taymon was leaning on the table, his cock at attention. He only needed to nod at his dick, but just to clarify, he added a comment. “Come here. You’re going to suck my spunk out of me.”
I couldn’t express the joy that I felt from passing yet another milestone of this corrupted, filthy, beautiful night. I left both Luke and Shane and went back to my man. My man… It seemed strange I would think of my stepbrother in such a way but in that moment that’s exactly what he was… my man.
I dove my mouth right onto his tool and gagged immediately, as my excitement overestimated my throat’s capacity. As I started working on his monster tool, I felt his hands on my head. Not in the same affectionate way Shane had though. I felt my hair being grabbed and pulled, as if Taymon was demonstrating his strength.
Without hesitation, he started piston-fucking my throat. My eyes were wide. My brain was working on calming my gag reflex as this beast overtook my throat. Taymon growled and his hips started pumping his shaft deeper and deeper into my neck. It burned, it was exhausting and it was uncomfortable. It also happened to be the best experience of my life.
In my peripheral vision (and to the surprise of my brain, which was already preoccupied with an unfair amount of things), I could see Luke and Shane. They were standing above me, their dicks close to my face. Their hands rushingly stroking their rock-hard cocks. The scent of precum was everywhere and moans were filling the room. I was right in the middle of their sexual world, and I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move.
The first one to shoot was Luke. I could see his head rocking back and his hips thrusting the air. He cried out an almost girly squawk as his dick erupted with jizz that splattered all over my back, dribbling down into the crack of my ass. I knew it was all over me, dripping onto the carpet, but I couldn’t worry about the mess. I had a job to do.
Taymon yanked me away from his intense smelling crotch and I wondered what was happening. He turned my face towards Shane who pointed his dick at me and started streaming cum onto my face. The first spurt caught me directly in my open right eye, which stung, and as I tried to blink it away, Shane painted me from forehead to chin with squirt after squirt of thick, white seed, pumping his shaft and growling with satisfaction.
I reached up to wipe some of the mess from my eye, but Taymon caught me by the wrist.
“Oh no you don’t,” he warned. “Greedy little cum sluts don’t get to clean up when they get a facial.”
I put my hand down, right eye still squinting with discomfort, and felt the slow, cooling, wet journeys of half a dozen little streams of semen rolling down my face, pooling along my lips, dripping from my chin, running down my neck.
I should have felt humiliated but I was too horny to register the embarrassment. I felt like I’d just had a shower but it wasn’t with clear water, it was with the jizz of two sex-starved men.
With Shane’s cum cooling on my face, I slowly turned back to my stepbrother’s impatient erection and opened up.
“That’s it, bitch,” Taymon said in a gravelly whisper. “Time to suck that cum out of my balls.” He clutched the back of my head and resumed his fun. This time he lost all mercy, using my mouth like it was nothing more than a hole to fuck, brutally attacking my cum-soaked face.
The feelings in my body were out of this world, my mind bathed in a submissive glow. Taymon was showing me once and for all why he was worthy of his big brother role. I couldn’t compare. He was a much bigger man than I could ever be. I just felt lucky he considered me worthy enough to suck his cock.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled. “Suck that cock you little fucking bitch.”
One. Final. Thrust.
The bloated tip buried deep in my throat started spraying its rich content right into my stomach. Taymon’s dick and my mouth were practically inseparable at this point as he force-fed me all that his magnificent balls had to offer. His warm cum made its way to my stomach.
It was done. He had taken me. And I had let him. I assumed there must be a big list of girls (and possibly boys) who had taken Taymon’s sperm, one way or another. I was one of them now. I would never disappear from that list.
After what felt like a small eternity, Taymon stopped ejaculating. He spent some time with his dick still deep inside me, breathing in and out. Slowly, he straightened and slid his meat out of my throat. Out of my mouth. I could see, breathe and feel again. My throat hurt like a bitch. My stomach felt so full. The room was musky and steamy. Luke and Shane right next to me looked like they had spent the whole day on a treadmill. Taymon was right before me, his cock gently throbbing and slowly going softer and softer…
A sharp sound cut through the atmosphere like a knife. The timer on Luke’s phone. It had been thirty minutes. How had it only been thirty minutes?! It felt so distant… Like I was a different person back then. Like I had never truly been that person at all. But what was I now?
As if reading my mind, Taymon whispered, “I suppose that makes you a faggot now, doesn’t it?”
I nodded. What else could I do?
Luke turned the timer off on his phone and it went eerily quiet. Everyone was just dumbstruck, excluding Taymon.
My stepbrother looked down on me. He smirked. The look in his eyes was different now. Before, he had felt a challenge. Now he felt a victory. He tugged on his dick and repositioned himself.
The timer may have stopped, but the penalty from the game felt like it was still ongoing. I still belonged to Taymon. I felt like that wasn’t something that would be stopping anytime soon.
“And that, lads, is how you play strip poker,” Taymon said, his voice now back to its normal, arrogant self. The brute pulled his pants up and put his cock away. “Now if you excuse me, I’m fucking off to bed.” Before he left though, he made a point of adding one more chore to my humiliation. “For fuck’s sake, Finn. Look at all this cum on the carpet. Clean it up… with your mouth.”
“Yes, Tay—” I drew a quick breath, remembering my position. “I mean, Sir.”
I hurriedly bent down and began licking the carpet clean. I was livid to be acting like a human vacuum cleaner but at the same time my cock was rock-hard, getting off on being treated so appallingly. When I was finished hoovering up all the sperm, I rose up on my knees again. “It’s all gone now, Sir.” I spat out the stray hairs my tongue had collected from licking the carpet.
Taymon stared down at me like I was a piece of shit under his shoe. “Such a dirty little bitch.” And on those harsh words, he left the room.
Me, Shane and Luke just looked at each other, all three of us probably wondering what this meant for our friendship. I knew the hierarchy had changed after tonight. How could I think of myself as the alpha male between us when I had been the one on my knees sucking their dicks. I had fallen. Fallen hard.
I could feel Luke’s cum on my back, Shane’s load on my face. Their sperm was drying against my skin. It felt like whatever was said next was of the upmost importance. But I was speechless. Could our friendship survive something like this? I really didn’t know.
It was Shane who took the honour of breaking the silence. With the smallest hint of a smile he said, “I told you fellas I was good at jock shots.”
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. If you are keen to read more about Taymon and Finn’s sibling rivalry then check out the full series on Amazon. Cheers.