Gay Chicken?
Bam
A few days after the situation with Theo, I couldn’t get the image of his cock exploding on my face out of my brain. I jerked my cock so much to the memory of his cock — and, if I’m being completely honest, his mouth.
That Saturday night, it was a rare occasion, but I was home and so was my roommate, Tank. My dad and Ike hadn’t come home from their honeymoon yet, but his sons had already settled in for the most part. Theo and Clayton would often come over and use the shower.
Tank was lounging on the sofa in his boxers as I walked downstairs. He looked up at me.
“There’s pizza and wings in the kitchen,” he said, then looked down at his phone.
“I’m okay right now,” I said, sitting on the chair near the sofa. I noticed he looked upset.
“You good, man?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just my plans fell through,” he said, putting down his phone.
“Oh, you mean your booty call canceled?” I asked with a laugh, half joking, half not, because he was hardly ever home but he never brought a girl home. He adjusted his boxers.
“Well, honestly, yeah,” he said with a laugh.
I shrugged. “Sorry, bro. That sucks.” I got up and grabbed two beers, bringing them in and handing him one.
Tank was built like, we say in the South, a brick shithouse. He turned on some kind of war movie and we went through the better part of a thirty-pack in no time. I looked outside and could see it was starting to get dark, and then I heard the doorbell.
“Probably Clayton or Theo,” I said, standing up. In the window of the door, I saw Ike’s oldest son, Braxton, standing there. He was also Theo’s dad. Braxton owned a construction company. Braxton was forty-two years old — Ike had him at eighteen. Braxton was also a ginger, and very rugged.
I opened the door. “Everything okay, man?” I asked, as he’d never been over before.
“Yeah, I’m good. I was just wondering if I could chill here for a bit. Theo’s boyfriend Gus is over, and one of Landon’s coworkers, Malcolm, and it’s just loud.”
“Sure, man. Come on in,” I said, opening the door wider for him to come inside. “Tank, this is my stepbrother, Braxton.” Tank and Braxton shook hands.
“Have a seat, man. We’re just watching a movie. Some war movie,” I said, adding, “Tank loves war movies,” I said, chuckling a little bit. I could tell Braxton just needed to relax as he stretched out on the sofa.
Tank was completely buzzed at this point and forgetting where and who he was around — or it seemed that way with what came out of his mouth next.
“You fuckers down to play a game or something?” he asked.
“What kind of game?” Braxton chimed in.
“Definitely not truth or dare,” I laughed.
“Nah, I was thinking maybe a game I used to play in college,” Tank replied.
“What game is that?” Braxton asked, scooting up and sitting on the edge of the sofa.
“Well…” he paused with a laugh, “it’s gay chicken.”
Braxton and I looked at each other.
“We just see how far we can go without doing gay shit,” Tank said. Then Braxton said, “Fuck it, I’m down. It’s quiet over here.”
I then spoke up. “Well, I’m not gonna be a party pooper. I’m down,” I said. So Tank stood up.
“Fuck yeah, let’s do this shit,” he said. I had never seen him so excited.
“Braxton, you wanna get on your knees?” This shocked me as much as what Braxton did next — Braxton got down on his knees.
“Now what?” he asked.
Tank looked at me, and it was weird how we made eye contact. He then slid off his boxers, revealing his big, thick cock. It was the thickest I had ever seen — which, I hadn’t seen many at this time — but it was like a Budweiser can thick. He was also hard as a rock.
“I’ll move towards you until you tap out,” he said, walking towards him. “Chicken?” Tank asked.
“Fuck no, bro. I’m not a pussy,” he said. I was just watching this unfold in front of my eyes.
He walked closer. “Chicken yet?” Tank asked.
“Nah, man,” he said, looking up at Tank. Then Tank walked closer. This time, I could see Tank’s thick cock graze Braxton’s lips.
“Nope,” he said. As he said this, I could see a stream of Tank’s precum on Braxton’s lips. I could feel my cock get hard in my ball shorts.
“Chicken?” he asked, pushing more of his hard, thick cock into Braxton’s mouth.
“Nope,” Braxton said, a little muffled over Tank’s cock.
I couldn’t help but rub my cock watching Tank’s big cock in Braxton’s hairy, manly mouth. Tank said, “Chicken?” And again, Braxton’s words were muffled. Tank looked back at me rubbing my crotch. Tank then pushed more in.
“You want more? Is that what I heard?” pushing his cock into Braxton’s throat. He gagged a little, which sent me over the edge. I had to pull my cock out and start stroking as I saw Tank’s masculine ass thrust into Braxton’s mouth.
I got a little closer. “Fuck, I can’t believe how hot this is,” I smirked.
Tank pulled his cock out of his mouth. “You good?” he asked Braxton.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he answered.
“Then slide down those shorts enough to show us that ass.” Again, shocked, but Braxton did it.
“I’ll be honest, I’m glad Seth canceled.” I was so horny I didn’t even care that Tank just came out to us.
“Bam, get behind him and see how chicken he is. Put that big dark meat stick on his hole and ask if he’s chicken. If he’s not, put the cock head in.”
I couldn’t believe I was doing this with my older stepbrother, but here I was. I put my cock head on his hole. “Chicken?” I asked.
“Fuck no. My dad never raised a pussy,” he said.
I let a string of spit run down to his hole, pushing in. He moaned out, then leaned over and put Tank’s cock into his mouth, pushing his hole back onto my cock. And just like that, Tank and I were spit-roasting my stepbrother.
It didn’t take me long before I just started pounding his hole as he was moaning into Tank’s cock. Then Tank took out his cock and sprayed several ropes of cum all over Braxton’s face, cumming all in his beard. He leaned in and kissed me, which sent me overboard. I tried to pull out but came inside his hole, and as I did this, I felt his hole start twitching. Then I realized he was cumming.
I finally pulled out. “Let’s shower,” I laughed.
