My Brother

Competition

So it certainly wasn’t my intention to out myself, but Doug was hard to resist.

Doug was more athletic than my brother, with a more smooth, more chiseled body, more friends, better looks, and a bigger cock. Even if the thing I cared about the most was the last of those.

My brother was still more convenient, so it took a while for Doug to figure out how he was going to get as much service as he wanted. I also didn’t really anticipate that he would turn out to be even hornier than my brother.

But my brother was there. Every morning. Every night. And usually at least once during the day. And I had to do my best to keep servicing him like nothing had happened, since I gradually did find out that I was the one who let Doug in on the secret I had with my brother, since Doug had really just made a wild guess from my brother calling me his cocksucker in front of Doug.

So competition was on, even if my brother wasn’t aware, as far as I could tell. And scheduling could get a bit complicated with Doug every once in a while, so I didn’t really want to miss what I had with my brother. Or run the risk that it might piss him off that he knew he had competition.

From his side, Doug seemed to enjoy the whole thing, especially since even though they had been long-term friends, Doug and my brother also competed against each other in various sports, even if I did personally quietly believe that Doug was always the better one.

That proved even more true sexually. Doug’s cock was longer, thicker, and he even seemed to shoot more cum. And when he started fucking me, he also seemed to have more experience than my brother there as well, or at least just plain be better than him.

So I was forced to make up for things by turning to my brother even more, to make sure he wouldn’t find out he was in a losing battle. I came on to him more, even got him to have even more sex with me, and did increasingly kinky things, even like drinking his piss, which seemed to turn him on even more.

And of course I couldn’t help but let Doug in on everything that was going on between me and my brother, so Doug didn’t miss a beat in making sure he was getting at least as much as my brother, and even more. If my brother shot in me three times in a day, Doug was determined to do at least four. In the off event that my brother got up to four, Doug insisted on doing five.

And he also had me start using a penis pump on his cock, “just to make sure that there could be no comparison” with my brother.

Doug learned about my drinking my brother’s piss, and quickly added that to his list. Plus added in kissing Doug’s ass. Damn. I was doing my best to keep up, which seemed to make Doug even more horny.

Of course there were awkward moments. My brother seemed more and more intent on nicknaming me his cocksucker, especially around Doug. Doug would eye me, making sure, it seemed, that my brother didn’t notice. And he’d also egg my brother on: “The fucker really doesn’t care that you call him that?”

My brother would just gloat, and do it again. But he still didn’t let on what was going on between him and me, at least in front of me.

On Doug’s end, every once in a while he would push what seemed to me a bit too far, if he really was trying to keep things secret between me and him: “So should I call him a cocksucker too? It somehow seems selfish for you to be the only one who does that.”

My brother seemed oblivious: “Hell. Why would I care?”

And every now and then that kind of a comment would hit Doug either just the right way, or just the wrong way, depending on how one looked at it. A couple of times it made him almost immediately horny, and I could tell he was grabbing his hardening cock to make sure it didn’t show too much. At least twice he had to excuse himself to go take a piss, and of course it was all I could do to not follow him in to the bathroom, since I really was totally loving the taste of Doug’s cock, even if my brother was around.

And then there were a couple of times when I caught myself getting way too horny, and I just had to come up with some reason why I had to leave. And of course it didn’t take Doug long before he figured out how to come up with some excuse himself, and then volunteer to give me a ride to wherever I had to go.

Of course those moments were among the hottest, since it never took much for Doug to get his cock in me, wherever he could, filling my mouth, my ass, whatever he could.

Plus the fucker started kissing me, more and more, and deeper and deeper. Damn. It was so hard to hide the whole thing. Especially given all the seed he was dropping in me.

But my brother still seemed pretty oblivious.

Although he did start making what seemed like ridiculous comments in front of my dad as well.

Shit. Would my dad really not care that his one son called his other son a cocksucker, right in front of him?

I really didn’t want anything to go that way, for sure. That would make two very convenient men right in front of me, to use me whenever they wanted. And of course Doug worked that out of me as well.

So there I was heading out to some group activity one evening, when Doug pulled up next to me: “You sure you don’t want a ride, cocksucker?”

Fuck. I was flattered, to be honest. But Doug wasn’t alone. Why would he call me a cocksucker in front of his friend Philip?

I really had no choice but to get in the car with them, but it should have already dawned on me that I was going to end up at a much smaller group activity than I had planned on.

Philip was older than Doug. Probably even more popular, even if he was shorter. Pretty similar body type, although Philip was one of those guys who almost always seemed at least semi-hard in public, with a smaller cock than Doug’s, but with a thicker cockhead. Damn. I was paying attention to cocks all the time now, like I never had before.

And the second I got in, Philip jumped in: “So you really are a cocksucker?”

These guys were way ahead of me, and it simply hadn’t occurred to me that part of Doug’s competing with my brother was going to be making sure that he introduced me to a new cock before my brother did, if just to show that he was quicker than my brother.

So I was speechless, leaving room for Doug. “The best. Ever. I swear. So we can head off and do our own activity this evening.” As he grabbed his own crotch, and smiled at Philip.

And so we headed off, and it became almost immediately clear that Doug kept nothing from Philip, who seemed to know every single detail about me.

As I went down on a third guy, both wondering if I was really going to be able to keep up, at the same time I couldn’t really help but be even more curious, and even more horny myself.

I almost came in my own pants just at the thought of undoing Philip’s pants in Doug’s car, even before I got to see it, or taste it.

And I had never even dreamed of having sex with two guys at the same time before…