A World of Fantasies

I walked into my bathroom to take a piss before getting dressed for breakfast. I haven't worn anything to bed in years, so waking up naked was so far the only normal thing this morning. As I looked into the mirror to ask what was going on in the world again. I saw someone that only looked slightly like myself.

I was still six feet and three inches tall. My skin tone was the same as my mom's, showing off my Italian genes. My eyes were, as always, a light brown.

What I didn't recognize was just about everything else. I was ripped. I could play football and hold my own, I now believed. I presently possessed the classic v-shaped body. I had pecs instead of a flat chest. My waist was lean but solid with strong hints of a six-pack that wasn't there a day ago. To add to the list of what wasn't there a day ago would be the metal. There was a stud in my nose and small barbells through each of my dark nipples. I quickly looked around the bathroom for a full-body mirror.

My cock was still a bit bigger than I would like since I was a solid bottom, but with my Dad sporting possibly eleven inches hard, I was grateful I only got to seven inches when I had a hard-on raging between my legs. How do I know how big my Dad's gets when he's hard? I was in the right place at the right time, and he never saw me. That ass buster fueled my flap-off sessions for weeks.

I tugged on one of the barbells a little, and my whole body shivered. I breathed through it, and my first thought, school, came back to me.

I managed to empty my bladder without making a mess. I washed my hands and ran a wet brush over my teeth as I looked at my hair in the mirror over the sink. My hair was the best version of bed head that I have ever had. Even as I ran my other hand through the strands, it didn't make me look worst. I rinsed out my mouth before leaving to find a shirt and pants to get breakfast. It was the only downside to sleeping naked. I had to get dressed to leave my room. I pulled open a draw that should have had some sweats for me to pull on. I moved bits of cloth around without finding what I was looking for. I pulled open the next draw that held my shirts and some of my boxers. But what I saw stopped me from reaching my hand inside. It was a dark, dull pink, long-sleeved, crop top that read, in large dripping letters, Cum Whore. As my mind tried to understand what I was seeing, once again, there was a knock on my door. I was still too dazed to realize that I turned towards the door and opened it while I was still naked.

There, on the other side, was my oldest brother Adam. He was a twenty-two-year-old sex god with long brown hair that was a shade darker than my own and fell in full-body curls around his face. He was smiling at me as I took in the near-naked wet body in front of me. All of our rooms had their own bathrooms. A perk of our house that I never took for granted. So for him to be wet and drying his hair outside my door and having the light shine off his wet, and slightly curly treasure tail, Adam left his room like this to talk to me. Why? When I realized that he wasn't saying anything and giving my body the once over also, I embarrassingly broke the ice with a stuttered standard greeting.

"G-ggoodmorning, A-Adam," I got out as I lowered my head a little and saw that his nipples were also pierced.

"You're up late," Adam said as he stepped closer. "So I came to you for my good morning kiss," Adam said as he reached out for my waist and pulled me to him. One of his hands found the back of my head as the other now had a good grip of my right ass cheek. He took the kiss from me. Stole it, along with my breath, when his tongue moved past my lips. I moaned into Adam's mouth each time our nipples and their jewelry came into contact with each other. With the two-inch difference in our height, they came into contact more than I expected, then I felt, somehow, as the towel around his waist slipped away. Soon we were grinding cock on cock. And as much as I wanted to finally see what his looked like, I settled for feeling it as my hand barely wrapped its way around both our hot and hard cocks. I wasn't even aware I was doing it until I started to jack my hand.

I swear to you that kiss lasted ten minutes. When we won't moaning and gasping across each other's lips, Adam was back to tasting the inside of my mouth, licking my lips, and sucking on my tongue. I was just trying to stay present and not let everything I was feeling wash me away. One of my hands had dug its fingers into some part of his body to keep me upright during the onslaught while I tried to keep my hand going. The same force that made me grab ahold of our cocks, wouldn't let me stop now.

My mind kept reeling over the fact that my brother, who was as straight as they came, who was currently dating his way through the female population of his office building, and whose big balls I saw swinging in his boxers every day, was fucking into my hand and against my dick while we both stood naked in the doorway to my room. I groaned loudly as I pulled my lip out of his teeth, and I came over Adam's cock and my hand that moved faster on its own. My body arched into his, and he fucked my hand faster. As I ended, he began. New wetness registered as I came down from this unexpected high.

"Now I need another bath," Adam informed me as I once again saw his face. But he didn't just leave. Nope, he shocked me when he lifted my hand and licked our combined mess off my fingers one at a time. Adam licked cum off my hand. I watched when he let me go of me to pick up his towel. I saw the imprint of my fingers on his back as Adam walked away. I stood still as he walked into his room that was right across from mine and left his door open. I don't know what surprised me the most next. The butt plug I saw when my eyes traveled down to his ass, or the wink he gave me before turning and walking further into his room.

"JOSH!" was shouted at me again. This time was my Dad. "COME AND GET YOUR BREAKFAST!" he told me. Automatically I started to turn towards the stairs when I remembered, in time, that I needed to get dressed first. Right? As much as I wanted to go downstairs and see what awaited me in this new dream world, I decided to find something to wear until I knew what to expect.

With my door closed and the mess Adam left me with cleaned up, I opened the drawer for my sweats again. And once again I didn't find any, but I saw what was there. Thongs, bikini briefs, hot pants, jockstraps, lacy g-stings, and short shorts. I picked one that would cover me the most, and that turned out to be some faded jean short shorts. I moved on to the next drawer, and as tempting as it was, I pushed the Cum Whore words out of the way. It turned out to not be the only thing in there that told the world, on no uncertain terms, that I was gay and wanted cock or cum in some form. I picked through crop tops, and they all seem to be crop tops, that either read, I'm A Cock Addict, Cum Eater, Cum In Me Bro, or Cumtownin rainbow colors down the short front of the shirt. This one I think someone cut down from a normal-length shirt.

I picked one that was just the pride colors, well, most of the pride colors. Once again, I think it was a hack job. It was also a size too small, like most of the shirts I saw. My chest and nipples tried to push their way through the fabric, but it was one of the few that didn't shout something at the world, and I needed to get downstairs. So with improved, sexy, and exposed thighs, I went to find something to eat.