My Step Bro's Literal Crotch Snake

Episode II - My Step Bro in Step Friend's Backyard

Hazy and I stood at the gate to Dusty's yard, panting lightly, our cocks at full mast. Mine was tenting out my shorts like no other and begging for release. Hazy's stuck out the top of his booty shorts, head half out of its sheath, and was ejecting pre-cum onto his smooth belly. I stuck out a finger. He looked at it with pure lust and licked his lips. I stroked his dick head with it, coming away with a glob of pre-cum which I shoved into Hazy's mouth. He moaned and sucked it, and I saw his shaft flex.

We opened the gate and walked into Dusty's yard with my hand cupping Hazy's round twink ass as he held my waist with a shaking hand. The Japanese bodybuilder lay naked on his lawn chair wearing only a vest, his goods on full display and his giant cock fully erect in his sleep. Chu-chu was in the throes of a wet dream at his feet ravenously fucking the grass.

Hazy blushed and covered his cock with his hand, contorting his face as he tried not to cum early. I teased him more by gently squeezing his ass, and he grit his teeth and exhaled deeply.

"Dusty!" I called. I came up behind his lawn chair and looked down at his face.

He moaned awake and looked deep into my eyes.

"Van Dai," he said softly. He put up his hands to hug me backwards, and I leaned down to kiss his forehead. He stood up and looked at us with his raging hard-on pointed out and straining without him even bothering to try to hide it. "Is this your bro?" he asked as he checked out Hazy from head to toe, clearly liking what he was seeing.

"This lil bro's in college now," I said, patting his ass cheek. Hazy and Dusty looked into each others' eyes with deep lust. Dusty approached and stared at him with their unsheathed, dripping cock heads an inch apart, and then everything changed. 

Dusty grabbed Hazy forcefully and the two of them started the most ravenous animalistic make-out session I had ever seen in my life, tongues assaulting each other, their cock heads grinding into each other and eliciting high-pitched moans from Hazy and low grunts from Dusty. They tried to get onto the lawn chair but instead fell onto the grass, rolling around in throes of lustful passion. Dusty tore off my step bro's suspenders, and he took off his own tube top while the muscle god unbuttoned and tore off his short shorts exposing his juicy twink ass.

They ground against each other, panting and groaning. I could hardly contain myself with this display, my cock harder than it had ever been in my life and about to explode without touching myself. I unzipped and sighed with relief as it was released from its confines into the open air above my jock friend and sexy twink bro. Chu-chu was the first to lose control and screamed as it fucked the grass to completion, shooting its milky seed three feet in the air and then scampering off to eat it back up like the filthy cum slut it was.

"F-fuck me," shuttered Hazy. "Please!" I jerked my aching shaft as I watched him lift up his legs to show Dusty his gaping hole. Dusty spit on two fingers and rammed them in Hazy's ass, which made him moan loudly. "Ah, I'm not gonna last long," he whined as the fingers slid in and out, stretching him for the main attraction.

Behind them, standing in the neighbor's yard over their low fence was a naked chick in a gorilla mask holding a rifle in one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. She saw I noticed her and looked me dead in the eyes while increasing the speed she assaulted her pussy. I'm not usually into women, but seeing her greed along with Hazy's need made me blow my load right there with a yell as I shot all over Dusty's back.

Hazy's voice cracked as every finger fuck hit his prostate and sent a surge of pleasure up his rock-hard shaft dripping with pre-cum. I could tell he was getting close by how hard he grit his teeth trying to edge it off. Dusty coated his own cock with spit and shoved it into my bro, sending both into panting groans of pleasure. Neither of them could take much of this. They picked up speed as they furiously assaulted each other's mouths and stroked each others' sides and backs.

"I need your seed," begged Hazy with a squeak. He tightened his legs and ass muscles as hard as he could. Dusty roared with pleasure as he went over the edge, filling up Hazy's slutty asshole. My bro's entire body shuddered as he yelled, "I'm cumming! Ahhh-" sending out five shots of cum as his cock contracted wildly. Chu-chu had already returned to fill up its perverted mouth with as much of it as possible, pawing gobs of it up from the grass to eat.

The woman in the gorilla mask screamed as she also had an orgasm from grinding her clit against her rifle. Dusty looked over at her in confusion and was about to call out to her when he suddenly collapsed to the ground with a dart sticking in his neck. I heard three more popping sounds as Hazy, Chu-chu, and myself were hit. The world turned into a blur as I turned around and noticed a second person, wearing only a horse head with a naked, exposed cock, and holding another rifle that he'd just shot us with.

Dusty and I woke up naked and tied to a tree in the shade. We deduced we were still in his backyard, but Hazy was nowhere to be found. We yelled for him and looked everywhere for him. In Dusty's house, we caught the insatiable little whore Chu-chu watching anime bestiality porn and fapping. The muscle god turned off the TV and scolded him, making his gym rat whine from blue balls. Chu-chu agreed to help us find Hazy. After looking through Dusty's house, we concluded that Hazy was not there.

We Facetimed my dad, forgetting we were still naked, and he answered us in the tub, rubbing his hairy chest as he looked at Dusty's perfectly sculped abs and pecs. "D-dusty," he stuttered. "Are you coming over for a sleepover with the boys?"

"No, pops. Hazy was kidnapped. Is he there?"

At the mention of Hazy, Dad's hand involuntarily shot out of frame. He shed a tear after processing what happened. "No. Please find the boy. He's my wife's pride and joy. And mine too..." After disconnecting the call, Dad had told our crotch animals that Hazy was gone. My loyal crotch monkey showed up at Dusty's house riding my step bro's literal crotch snake. By the way my monkey shuttered with each vibration, I could tell it had still not been able to have an orgasm. It looked at Chu-chu with lust, who would not return its affections as the perverted rat was a whore for anime dudes and real dudes only, not intersex monkeys. Its hard cock, wet pussy, and puckering ass would have to wait longer.

I forgot to mention, but I am psychic. I have the power of clairvoyance, which I can use for remote viewing. I'm a good boy and would never abuse this gift for perverted voyeurism. :) But time was running short, and we had to act fast to save my step bro, lest he be chained up and gangbanged by jocks.

I sensed Hazy's essence. He was naked and asleep, chained to the wall by his his wrists and ankles wearing a blindfold and once again rock-hard, as though the orgasms Dusty and me had given him weren't enough. It was a sex dungeon, complete with a bed, whips, chains, racks, and ropes. And in the corner was our creepy furry neighbor standing in his mole costume jerking off to my bro. With him were the two people wearing the animal masks from before, only they had removed the masks and were making out as they dry humped wearing only boxers and panties respectively. I recognized them right away.

It was Mark and Emma, the step-twins Dusty and me had gone to high school with. They were identical in appearance except one had a penis and the other had a vagina. The two of them were uncannily similar but were not blood-related. Their three gay dads had adopted them both and found they were doppelgangers who had the same birthday by coincidence, but were not related before their dads' marriage. Emma and Mark had suffered constantly being confused for one another at school, at the store, and at work. But secretly, as it turned out, they both liked being seen as the other. Both Mark and Emma were transgender, and being mistaken for the step-twin of the opposite sex gave them a surge of confidence from gender euphoria. Before they came out of the closet, the two of them would wear opposite name tags and secretly pretend to be each other to see what it was like, and they loved it. After they realized their gender identities, the step-twins had traded names and identities, each living as their sibling. And they fell deeply in love through their shared trans experience, for nobody knew them more intimately than they knew each other. 

Emma was in pure bliss using her throbbing cock to grind against her brother Mark's dripping pussy as they spied on Hazy chained up and erect. He was now awake and moaning lightly. "V-van?" my cock twitched as he said my name, thinking back to yesterday's play.

"I'm not Van," said Mark. "We're your new masters."

Emma pinched my bro's nipples and he groaned aloud. "You like that, bitch?" she whispered into his ear before assaulting it with her tongue.

Hazy groaned, and his cock dripped in pre-cum. "Y-yes master." He wiggled his chained legs trying to manipulate his painfully hard shaft.

Emma grabbed it and stroked it slowly as he panted, rubbing her own cut cock head against its unsheathed tip. "Rule number one of our household...," she whispered before abruptly removing her hand.

"No cumming!" whispered Mark. Hazy whimpered and swallowed hard, involuntarily thrusting into the air where Emma's hand used to be.

"Y-yes masters," whined my step bro.

Lester, our furry neighbor, had not gotten the memo and spewed all over the floor with a raspy scream.

"Uh-oh," said Mark. He grabbed a whip off the rack. "Someone's been baaaaaad!" He cracked it loudly as Lester turned to expose his bare bear ass.

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I gasped back to reality.

"Mark and Emma!" I shouted. "In a sex dungeon. They're giving my bro blue balls!"

"What? They live next door!" said Dusty. "How do you know?"

"Brotherly intuition." My muscle god friend knew not to question my power.

"We need to save him then! But let's prepare first."

Dusty let me borrow one of his used, tight, blue bodybuilder thongs and the two of us went to the gym holding hands in matching pairs--and nothing else--to prepare for the rescue operation. We only had about a week before Hazy would explode from semen retention.

The two of us attracted on-lookers with our ripped pecs and slutty getup as we spotted each other lifting at the gym, running our hands over each others' firm muscles longer than necessary. Even after the morning session, both of us were already tenting our thongs and craving more. I felt Dusty's ass as he did squats in front of me, grinding into my straining cock on the way down with a grunt. My thong was damp with sweat and bunched up in my crack as I did my own set of squats, tensing up as he rubbed my bare cheeks and touched his own damp hardness against me. Other gymgoers around us were pretending to exercise while discreetly rubbing themselves at the show we were putting on.

Unable to control ourselves for any longer, the two of us made a beeline for the locker room where Dusty slammed me against the wall and assaulted my mouth with his tongue. He ripped down my thong and his own as he aggressively ground against me, grunting and moaning. "Give me your cock!" he commanded, reaching around to prep his own anus with his large wet fingers. Two nude middle-aged men stopped in their tracks and stared at us, unable to look away, with hands on their own dicks.

Dusty turned around and manhandled my saliva-covered cock inside of his hole, sending me into throes of pleasure. I needily thrust into him as his voice cracked with every hit to his prostate. We moved to the bench and he forced me down onto my back with his strong arms, impaling himself on my shaft once again with a yell. I held his muscular ass as he quickened his thrusts, rubbing my nipples and sucking my mouth as his full-mast hardness twitched and flexed for release when its sensitive head came into contact with my navel. 

"D-Dusty! Dusty! Ahh!" I growled as I went over the edge, filling up his ass with my seed. The door slammed open and two security guards walked in. 

"Ahem," said a guard, holding a walkie-talkie and a night stick.

"Sorry," said the hunk on top of me. "I was just massaging him."

"Oh, okay then, we heard you were fucking." The guards left, and Dusty climbed off of me. We put on each others' thongs and left with his cock still hard and unfinished and my cum still dripping from his gaping asshole, making a wet spot beneath it.

On our way out of the gym, we noticed my dad sitting on a bench with a hand over his nylon shorts to cover up an obvious erection.

"H-hello boys," he said, staring at Dusty's still-hard package and our torsos drenched in sweat. He sniffed and smelled our BO and my cum running out of Dusty, making his problem need a second hand to cover it up.

"Hi Dad," I said.

"Hey, old man," said Dusty, holding out a sweat and precum-covered hand for him to shake. He removed a hand from his tent and shook it, sweating and trembling.

"D-did you two find Hazy?"

"We're building some muscle for the rescue operation. Don't you worry." Dusty slapped my dad on the forearm, and his mouth went wide staring at his hard pole.

"T-thank you. M-m-my wife and I will be praying for his safe return."

"Give her this message from me then," said Dusty. He leaned in and kissed my dad on the lips.

"O-o-o-o-oh," Dad moaned. His face turned red and scrunched up mid-kiss, and he started panting. "You boys.....get some rest." He was sweating profusely and smiling at us.

"Good-bye, Dad. We'll get Hazy back." I gave him a quick hug, and then Dusty and I left the gym holding hands with his still-hard erection pointing forward.

When we got back to Dusty's house, I was rock-hard once again in anticipation of finishing him off the rest of the way. Our perverted crotch monsters were watching lions fucking on Animal Planet, and my step bro's snake was tightly coiled around Chu-chu and my monkey so they couldn't beat off their rock-hard cocks as they struggled and whined for release.

"Some bitch left a package for you, Ash!" yelled Chu-chu in a straining, gravelly voice. I looked and saw it on the kitchen table.

"Ash?" I asked.

"It's my gay porn star name," said Dusty. I hugged him from behind, rubbing his bulging abs as he picked up the package, about the size of a box of jumbo condoms. Stuffed inside was the g-string Hazy was wearing and a letter.

It was written letter by letter in cut-out newspaper clippings, pasted to the white sheet in crooked angles. It read: "D-U-S-T-Y   D-O    N-O-T    G-O    T-O    P-O-L-I-C-E/    H-A-Z-Y    I-S    O-U-R-S    N-O-W /   Y-O-U    A-N-D   Y-O-U-R   P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C   G-Y-M    R-A-T   W-I-L-L   N-E-V-E-R    D-E-F-E-A-T    U-S /  W-E   D-E-M-A-N-D  $1000000    B-Y    F-R-I-D-A-Y /  I-D-E-N-T-I-T-I-E-S   U-N-T-R-A-C-E-A-B-L-E."   The letter was signed in pretty cursive letters, "Emma and Mark" in their respective signatures, followed by a drawn heart, along with a printout of instructions for depositing one million dollars into their bank account.

"Where are we going to get that kind of money by Friday?" I asked, unable to keep my hands above Dusty's waist for any longer. 

"Don't worry, Van, I have an idea." His hands covered mine and he leaned over for a kiss as I entered his straining thong.