"This feels nice," Logan said as we lay in his condo bed, slowly feeling each other's naked body up and making out softly.
"It does," I admitted.
It had been a wild long weekend, and I dreaded how early was my flight back would be the next morning. The idea was to get some sleep early and set the alarm clock for like 5. The alarm was set, but neither of us seemed in the mood to sleep. With a dreamy expression, Logan reached behind my neck and pulled me into a soft kiss.
*
It had been too long since I'd seen my little brother, three whole years, but after a year of dealing with divorce shit and feeling in the dumps, I decided to take some personal time and fly to New York for a few days. It was easy to ride non-rev on a positioning jet, and I had been working like a dog lately.
It was Logan's idea, and he invited me up in a way that suggested there would be no strings. Just two brothers catching up and having a fun long weekend.
Well, the second I saw Logan I knew it was gonna be more. My heart felt like it stopped or slowed, and I just felt that kind of dizzy giddiness. Logan felt it too.
"Hey," he said, as he ushered me in. His place seemed small by North Carolina standards, but it was a nice, modern one-bedroom with a sweet view of the city. Logan did pretty dang good for himself.
I stepped in, unable to break my goofy smile or take my eyes off him, not even to look around the place. He was real hunky and muscular, he'd somehow gotten more jacked since the last time I saw him, bigger than me, even, but I had three inches in height on him.
"Hey," I answered, hoping I was reading his eye contact right.
I was. Logan stepped up to me and like that, my little brother's strong arms were slinking around my waist and pulling my taller body to him. Our kiss was electric. Deep, sensual and able to send goosebumps all over my skin.
"I wasn't sure you'd be up for that," he hissed as he pulled back.
My hands clung to every inch I could grip. Even through his polo shirt it felt real fucking solid. "I'm even more up for it now," I replied. "In case you don't remember, I'm no longer a married man."
Logan got a contrite look on his face. "Sorry, Dunc." My brother was the only one who called me Dunc instead of Duncan.
"Some things are meant to be," I said. I knew there would be time to talk about the big adjustments in my life post divorce, but that could wait. "Maybe we can get naked?" I urged.
Logan smiled big. "Oh yeah."
We went to his bedroom and playfully stripped for each other. I may be 41 and Logan 35, and the size differential hit different now with all of my little bro's brawn, but it was still just back like when we were younger. Our bodies felt warm as we embraced naked and hard. I'd experimented with shaving down my chest and Logan had gotten hairier, even growing a soft bristly beard. It was like a reverse of the normal us, but it felt the same, too. Hands on each other, mutual admiration, deep kissing. Sensual incest.
Logan went down on me, but I held off cumming, even though my little bro is a total stud when sucking dick. I did my best to return the favor, until Logan tapped my shoulder. Either he was getting too close to blowing or he just wanted to move on to something else.
"I told myself I wasn't gonna put the moves on you, Dunc," he said with an embarrassed smile.
My reply was honest. "I told myself it wasn't gonna happen if you did, but I knew I was lying to myself."
He hissed. He reached down and gripped my boner. I wasn't super hung, but I had some girth. Logan did too. I reached out and touched his dick.
"69?" he asked.
"Never done that," I confessed.
"It'll be hot," my brother replied.
It was. I was self conscious of what Logan would think of my softer midsection. I kept up my workouts at the gym and had actually dieted some to lose a little of my post-divorce belly. I'd made progress, but I wasn't one of those New York City guys.
Logan didn't care. He settled in and pulled my ass toward him while he swallowed me deep. I didn't have my bro's moves, but I did my best to copy him, bobbing at a good pace on his tool. Whatever I did seemed to work. I heard and felt him moan around my dick and could taste the salty precum in my mouth.
I was hit with the idea I was having sex with my younger brother once more. It had been almost five years, and it was like picking things right back up. I came hard into his mouth and felt his semen fire in mine almost simultaneously. We nursed each other slowly and pulled off.
I felt relieved we didn't kiss right away. Once we got our nut, we were back to being brothers. Logan showed me the bathroom and where the spare towels were laid out. It was almost like being at a fucking Airbnb, everything was prepared for my visit.
"You're taking my bed tonight, Dunc," he said. "I'll sleep on the couch."
"No way," I said. "That wasn't part of the deal." I was going to get my own hotel room for this weekend, but Logan insisted I crash at his place.
"Bro, you're too fucking big for that sofa." He had a point. They make everything smaller for New York apartments I guess.
*
We were in a chatty mood at dinner. It was all the good stuff first, me giving updates on our hometown. I didn't live there anymore but 30 miles wasn't far to move and I kept running into the same people. Including the guy Logan secretly dated back in high school. Evan. I worried Logan would be upset that I brought the guy up, but he seemed amused and interested to hear that Evan was settled down and gay married to some Charlotte banker.
"Figures," my brother laughed. "Dude was so obsessed about getting into Duke. Needed his Mrs. degree." He caught my own amused surprise. "Sorry, Dunc, that's catty as fuck. Good for him. Really."
"You seeing anyone, bro?" I asked, cautiously. Mostly because I felt like a heel for not keeping in better touch with him. We'd text occasionally, but I was going through a lot and sometime blamed my brother.
He shook his head. "I used to think I wasn't the relationship type," he explained. "But I don't think that's true. Just gotta adjust my approach, cause what I'm doing isn't working."
I grimaced then gave an encouraging smile. "Well, you're looking great, Logan."
He gave a genuine smile back. "Thanks. You, too, Dunc. Looks like you get to the gym."
"Not like you," I said. "But I do what I can."
"Things still busy at work?"
I worked as a private pilot. Good gig, really, especially with the business travel in and out of Charlotte. "Pretty much. Biding my time and building my 401K up," I replied wryly. "The other guys don't know why I got divorced of course."
"Does Sara?" he asked, pointedly.
I nodded. "Not the full story, but she knows. She's pissed as hell."
"Sorry."
"It's OK. I'm a big boy. Time to grow up."
"Jesus, Dunc," Logan hissed. Then, he shifted to encouraging. "One good thing out of this is hearing from you again." It could have been a barb, but it wasn't.
"Yeah," I said. "And it's amazing seeing you, Logan."
*
It took a couple of drinks for me to work up the courage.
"So bro...?" I asked as we were on our second bar of the night. I think Logan wanted to show off the city and his neighborhood. He didn't have to, I'd have been happy with some tourist trap or dumb sports bar. But I loved that he was excited.
"Yeah?"
"Would you be upset if I hooked up with a guy while I was in town?"
"You dog," he laughed. "Already lined up someone?"
I shook my head. "No. But I haven't been out of fucking Charlotte in years. And I'm in new pastures..."
Logan was getting me now. "You should have your fun, Dunc." Sincere as hell.
"You wouldn't be upset?"
"Why would I?"
I kind of rolled my eyes.
"Dude, we have our thing," Logan replied. "It is what it is. We don't have to get weird about it."
"Yeah," I replied. I felt more at ease. I don't know, maybe in the back of my head, I pictured Logan as the fully gay man more likely to catch feelings and shit.
Instead, my brother got an impish look on his face. "So big bro... you been taking advantage of your new freedom?" he asked.
"Some," I replied. "Not a lot." I'd fooled around with some guys since divorcing Sara, but I'm not proud to say my batting average while married was about the same now that I was single.
Logan nodded, running his hand up and down my lower back. It was fraternal and sensual at the same time. He leaned in and bar-whispered, "You still take bottom bunk?"
"Yeah, pretty much," I grinned. This was one bond Logan and I had. He was an out and proud gay dude, and I was a closeted ex-Air Force guy who tried to be occasional in my hookups. But our preferences in bed were strikingly similar, almost identical.
He pulled back with a grin. "Dudes are gonna go fucking wild for you in this city," he said.
*
They did. I waited until the next morning to hit the apps. It took about ten minutes to line up a hot top. 40-ish muscle top, big dick. There seemed to be a lot of men like that in NYC. I guess there was a lot of everything in NYC.
My brother had given me space and privacy that morning, laying out breakfast and a thermal coffee carafe, along a note that he was going to the gym and meeting up with friends for brunch. He'd touch base later.
And god help me there was a douche kit set out in the bathroom. I didn't need it, since I'd packed my own.
I cleaned out and showered up. I told Muscle Top I was on my way. Sometimes sweetly shy tops get me going. Muscle Top wasn't one of those guys. But he was friendly in his way as he led me in and as he stepped behind me he massaged my shoulders. Strong fucking hands.
"You're solid, stud."
"Thanks," I said. Leaning back into his brawn. Already he was kissing along my neck. We were matched in height. I could feel his hard chest press against my back.
"You just visiting?" he asked. It might have been chit chat, but I think I gave off out-of-towner vibes. My accent didn't help.
"Yeah, just for the weekend," I replied.
Already his hands had left my shoulders and were now tugging down the athletic shorts I'd worn over. Weighted down with phone and wallet they fell to the floor and I was naked from the waist down. Muscle Top didn't waste time. I loved that.
"Wife and kids with ya?" he growled. Horny as fuck.
My dick was rising to a standing position now. I turned to face him. Up close he wasn't classically handsome but he was good looking and really built. Almost immediately the guy's hands clasped my ass cheeks possessively. "Would that turn you on?" I teased.
"Fuck yeah it would," he laughed. "But you don't have to make shit up."
"I'm a textbook divorced dude making up for lost time," I replied.
"Works for me."
We kissed. Not romantic, it was a hook up kiss. Those fingers dug into my cleft. His excitement made me feel proud of the work I'd put in for leg day. I had a great ass.
Muscle Top guided me to his bed face down. I got rimmed and fingered. This was porn sex. Particularly when he mounted me and worked me open. I was out of practice and apologized for being so tight.
"You don't have to apologize for that, stud. FUCK!"
The dick popped in now, all of its length. I was getting my dry spell fucked out of me in the best way. I held on to the sheets. My erection flagged but I loved getting completely boned like this. I once asked my shrink why, in more delicate terms. She just asked me in return what I thought.
Muscle Top didn't have technique, but he had power without going too rough. In two minutes he was cumming inside me. He collapsed on my back and caught his breath. "Need to get off?" he asked as he licked my ear.
"I'm good," I said. "That was incredible."
It was small chit chat as we got dressed. He was an actor. Did stuff on TV shows, nothing famous. I told him I was from Charlotte and that I flew planes for a living, but I didn't go into detail.
"A pilot? Wow, you're my second. Hot, man."
*
I wasn't even out of the lobby of Muscle Top's building when I was back to the DMs of the app. I had my window of freedom in the big city, and I was going to take advantage of it. I replied back to a guy who's messaged me earlier.
"Still up for something?" I asked.
"Other guy flake out?" Either offended or curious.
"He just loaded me up. I still haven't gotten off."
"Some tops are like that," he wrote. "Come by and I'll take care of you."
It was night and day a different vibe with Guy #2. He was cute as fuck in his early 30s, muscled and fit, but not overly big, except for his cock.
It took a while for him to work that full length into me. But we made out and took our time, and soon, Cute Guy was pounding off in me missionary. I stroked and came hard, and he did right after me.
"You're butch as fuck," he said as we lay together recovering. "Any chance I could ask you out on a date?" There was something adorable about him. That sweetly shy approach.
"I'm just visiting," I said. "But I'll let you know if I get free time again.""
He smiled and we kissed softly.
"I should start my day," he said. "Gotta meet some friends for brunch."
Does every gay guy do brunch in this town? I thought with a smile. Hell, maybe Cute Guy is friends with Logan for all I know.
*
I was napping when Logan returned.
"Sorry," he said as he woke me up.
"I'm good," I said. "What time is it?"
"Two. Want some coffee?"
I slipped out of his bed and nodded, following him to the kitchen.
I watched him make me some espresso.
"Have fun?" he asked with a teasing smile.
"Oh yeah," I grinned. "Thanks, bro."
"Of course." He handed me the coffee. "So... how big was he?"
This was our new dynamic, I guess. Talking about our sexual conquests. But if Logan could tease so could I. "Which one?" I shot back.
That got a laugh out of him. "Either. Any."
I held up my hand to indicate Cute Guy's endowment. I don't know what kind of equipment my little brother normally took on, but he seemed genuinely impressed. "I told you you'd be popular, Dunc."
"It was definitely what I needed."
"I'm glad."
We changed the subject and discussed what we wanted to do that day. Logan offered either a museum outing or a Yankees game. And seemed unsurprised that I chose the latter. "You got expensive taste, bro," he said.
"My treat," I replied.
We got the cheap seats, for not that cheap. I loved every minute of it, even if I wasn't a Yankees fan. It was a perfect day to spend an early summer afternoon. I got buzzed on beers and had ballpark food.
By dinner time back in Manhattan, my appetite was still strong and we went to one of Logan's favorite casual places. He looked hot as fuck in his casual shorts and that colored T-shirt that hugged his thick muscle.
"It's been a perfect day," I said.
"Getting laid?" he asked nonchalantly, his voice not too loud though.
"That, but everything. The ball game. Hanging out with you."
"Same," he said. "Probably good we're not in the same city."
Those words hit me. I had no idea what fires we were fanning or trying to put out. I'd almost ghosted Logan for a few years because of them. Still, I tried not to be weird. "Probably good we're both bottoms, too."
He grinned. A playful leer. He leaned in. "So, bro... I've been getting into toys lately."
"Yeah?" I asked. I wasn't sure I was following where he was going.
"You ever play with any, Dunc?"
"Not much," I said. Though I wasn't going to share this history with Logan yet. Anyway, I didn't have Logan's experience.
"You wanna?" he asked.
"Maybe eventually," I said. But the idea was in my mind the rest of dinner. And even as we paid the bill and walked back to Logan's place, I had a feeling what was going to happen.
"I'm gonna get cleaned," he said as we walked in and set down his keys. "Make yourself at home."
It was a quiet coordinated ritual. Me stepping into the bathroom after Logan was done. I felt nervous though as I stepped back out and saw Logan naked and hard on the bed. A couple of dildos were on the nightstand.
Logan wasn't remotely nervous. "You got an incredible body, Dunc."
"I thought you'd go for another muscle guy," I said.
"I like being the one bringing the big muscle. You got the right amount. Trust me."
We connected naked in his bed. Like the first night, exploring that familiar brotherly connection and relearning each other's sexual responses. We rolled around, neither of us taking the top and just enjoying the physical motions of humping in bed.
Finally, Logan reached over for one of the toys. Shorter, but thick. "Let's start with this one," he announced. I thought I'd be watching him play with his hole, but instead he slathered it with crisco-looking lube and went to kneel between my legs.
"Come on, Dunc," he urged, and I lifted my legs. He licked his lips. "Hot fucking hole, bro. I can tell you got fucked earlier."
I nodded. This was crazy and obscene. And right. Even when Logan brought that fat toy to my fat asslips and twisted it around.
"Oh," I said. It was thrilling, all new. That fake dick worked its way into me. A dildo felt so different than a real cock, but Logan's eyes on me made it feel right. More slid in.
"Fuck yeah, bro... take that dick." His bicep flexed as he pushed it all the way in and held it a second.
He slowly extracted it and I watched with excitement as he brought it down between his own legs.
"Fuck, you're not..." I grunted, but Logan just smiled and sat down onto that lubed dong. No hesitation, just fucking sat all the way down and sighed.
"I have a little practice," he admitted.
"Clearly." My dick was rock hard.
"You want some practice, Dunc?"
I nodded and pulled my legs back again. Wide, spread-eagled slut pose. It was Logan's turn to get crazy excited. He pulled out the dildo and brought it back to my hole. The entry this time was easier and Logan worked the toy steadily in and out, deeper and deeper. I imagined Cute Guy from earlier doing it, or fucking Logan while I get dicked by the toy.
"Shit!" I gasped.
"Good?"
"Incredible, bro."
"Hold it right there," he urged. I reached down to keep the dildo buried in while I watched Logan slather the other longer toy and flip onto his back. This one took longer for my brother to work up his own ass, but pretty soon we lay side by side, working our own holes and making out.
"This is wild, Dunc."
"Fuck yeah it is," I replied. My eyes locked on his.
"Let me get you off first," he urged and took over the dildo again, I jerked my cock and we made out as he frigged me. It took me about thirty seconds to cum. I kissed Logan through the orgasm, before I gathered my normal senses and reached over to return the favor.
I'd seen Logan cum many times over the year, but this felt different. Special. A dildo still buried in my hole, while I manually fucked the cum out of Logan.
"Jesus, Christ," he said.
"Yeah, right?"
"Still wish you'd gotten a hotel room?" he teased.
"Maybe not," I grinned.
I lay on the bed, lazy and tired, as Logan went to clean off the toys. I decided to join him to watch the process. Probably not rocket science, but I knew now I was gonna get a dildo of my own once I got back to Charlotte.
*
I went for a run the next morning. I needed the cardio and needed to clear my head. And I frickin love running in the city. Best way to see it.
Logan had just gotten up when I returned and was making his coffee. His muscle body was naked from the waist up, and he apparently had taken to wearing the exact same kind of cotton pyjama bottoms that Dad used to wear. It was weird and yet hot. Particularly with the contrast of the old fashioned look with Logan's waxed and tanned muscle guy thing.
"Hey," he said. "Coffee will be ready in a minute."
"I'll go shower," I announced. But I stepped up to my brother and pulled his head into a kiss. He was surprised but responded to it. We swapped a little tongue, slowly.
"Wow," he said.
"You can tell me to back the fuck off Logan. Anytime." I grinned, but my eyes communicated that I knew this was heavy stuff we were dealing with. I'd had my whole run to think over my attraction for my little brother. And what I wanted to pursue.
He shook his head. "I figure we can play boyfriends for the weekend. After..."
"Yeah," I said. I massaged his strong shoulder muscle. "I can't believe how big you've gotten, bro."
"It''s funny," he said with a smile. "When I was younger I just wanted to get my big brother's build. Then I kept going."
I gave him another peck then went to shower off. I threw hard in the shower, surprised at how my libido was keeping up over the weekend.
I wasn't ready for sex just yet, though. And when I stepped out into the kitchen and my little brother started making out with me again, I told Logan as much.
"Later, Logan. OK?" I asked. "I just want to feel you up."
He gave me a dreamy look. "OK, Dunc." I was shirtless and just in my shorts, and Logan's hands explored my body too. We kissed off and on.
"This will never happen," my brother said. "But I'd love to share the same top with you. It'd be hot."
"It'd be hard to find the right guy," I said. It was one thing to fool around with my brother, another thing for our incest to become known.
"Yeah," he said. "I have a couple of regulars. At least one of em I know would be cool."
I let the idea drop. I wasn't ready for it, as appealing as it sounded. "You get a lot of dick, Logan?"
He nodded. "At least once a week. Never seems like enough."
"Seems like a lot to me," I said.
"Dunc, you could be getting that hole taken care of nonstop, if you wanted. Though unless you settle down, it takes some work."
"Ink's not dry on the divorce papers, bro."
His look grew contrite. "I said if you wanted. I didn't mean..."
"It's cool, Logan. I just gotta figure out what's I want."
The spell was broken. I pulled back. "Maybe we can get some breakfast? I'm starving."
I had my coffee while Logan showered up, and soon we were going to a nearby restaurant. The vibe was back to us as brothers, me going into detail about the divorce, and Logan opening up about his dating life. I loved my little brother, but I worried he had some low self-esteem issues and made some bad choices.
Afterwards, we went to a museum. Logan's pick. I liked art and all, but he was the one who followed these things.
I thought that sex was no longer on our brains, but as we walked back to the subway, Logan got an impish look on his face. "OK if we make a special stop, Dunc?" he asked.
"What do you have in mind?"
"A surprise."
I went with it. And when we got off the subway, my little brother led us to a sex shop. "Just don't call me 'brother,' Dunc," he said with a deep laugh before he opened the door.
My little brother made a beeline back to the dildos. I sheepishly followed him. It was my first time in a store like this, other than to buy straight porn back in my Air Force days. A lot had changed.
Logan picked up a sizeable dong that was of a more flexible lifelike material. "Been wanting to try this one."
I heard a "can I help you gentlemen?" the sales guy asked. He had a working class vibe to him, but I could tell he was a middle aged gay man like me. I about gave an automatic "No thanks" in response, but Logan chimed in.
"Yeah... we're looking for a double sided toy... not sure which one we should go with."
I shot my little brother a "fuck you" glance, but I played along with it.
"How much experience do you have with the regular toys?" the salesman asked. Not lecherous, but matter of fact, like he was helping us try on a suit or something.
"I'm a power bottom, but Dunc here is still getting used to the bigger ones."
God, I could kill him, I laughed to myself. But as much out of my comfort zone as Logan was getting me, there was a naughty thrill to the whole thing. Particularly when the guy showed us a nice double-sided dildo that was thick but not too fat and had about a foot on each side.
I surprised Logan by being the one to say we'd take it and going up to pay for it at the register. Logan tossed the fat toy he was looking at to add to the purchase.
"Your treat," he teased. "Oh and I should get more lube."
I shook my head and laughed. The sales guy did too.
"It's gonna be fun, Dunc," Logan said as we walked from the shop.
I didn't disagree.
*
Back at his place it was the ritual again. Getting ready. I went first this time. I actually dozed off until I felt my muscle hunk brother slide into bed with me.
"Jesus, Dunc, you're so handsome, you know that, right?"
I grinned at him. I loved his flattery, particularly then, seeing and feeling all that very thick muscle. I had a feeling all that build wasn't natural, but I hoped to god that Logan was looking after his health. He was a big boy, and I wasn't going to lecture him.
"Show me how this works."
Logan chuckled. "Right to business, huh?" he said. He scooted over and picked up the new toy. It seemed bigger now that we had it in bed with us. I watched excitedly as my brother methodically slathered on some special lube he picked up at the store too.
"All right," he announced, getting into a kneeling position between my legs. Like the night before. I hadn't admitted to Logan, but I had Sara peg me once. Trying to channel my desires into my hetero marriage. She didn't really enjoy it though, and maybe deep down she worried about my sexuality. This felt night and day. Logan knowing how to do this because he loved the toys and the thrill of penetration.
He went slow but it felt right. My hole was getting a hearty workout this long weekend, and now it was relaxed and ready. Logan's eyes looked at me with a sexual thrill as the dildo pressed deeper into me.
"It's not as hot as a real dick, is it?" he said as much as asked. "But I love the feeling."
"Jesus, Logan, this is intense," I answered honestly.
"You got a hungry hole, brother," Logan growled. "Just like mine." More dildo pushed in and from there on it was pure excitement. The sexual situation, the prostate stimulation and the pushing of boundaries all made my dick rock hard and leaking as Logan violated my ass with that toy, his bicep flexing as he pushed and twisted it in.
"Ok," he said, pausing and scooting around so he was lying the other direction in bed. "My turn."
That double-sided dong was wedged deep, and as Logan gripped it to guide into his ass, the motion twisted it more inside me, making my cock twitch.
The physical sensations paled to the mental part. Watching my muscled up little brother ride the same dildo that was buried in me.
We somehow magically got a rhythm. Writhing in bed, we humped closer to one another. Logan's experienced ass was swallowing up more of the length, but that fake dong was working deeper into me, too, as we worked toward our goal
Finally, our asses touched, and it felt like a powerful connection. My whole body felt alive and my horniness was taking over. My little brother was seeing me like this, and I was seeing him stuffed with the dildo too. Needy.
"I've had three guys fuck me this year," I said. "Well, before this weekend."
Logan's eyes went wide and he smiled. His undulation of his hips slowed and it was perfect. The dick rocked back and forth slowly inside me. "Yeah, bro? How were they?"
"Two were OK," I replied. "One was such a good top. I still think about hitting him up again." I thought of the guy. Frank. More burly and gruffly handsome than good looking. But he was masculine and hot, and married, which complicated things.
"You should, bro," Logan encouraged. He seemed very invested in my sex life, and for some reason that was a turn on.
"You want me taking dick, Logan?" I hissed. I now worked my hips up and down a little, grinding that double-sided dick into my little brother's ass and stimulating my own prostate.
He nodded. "Oh yeah, it's so hot, Dunc. Growing up, I thought you were straight... and then I assumed you were all top when it came to guys."
I blushed. Remembering the time we fooled around, for real, going all the way. I fucked Logan but confessed afterward that I usually got dicked instead. "I love getting pounded off too much, bro."
He hissed and took in a deep breath of air before he clenched those muscle abs and worked his hips more vigorously. We were truly fucking each other now, eyes locked on one another.
"Too deep?" Logan asked. Turned on but concerned.
"Nah man... it's fucking intense though."
He paused for a second and I responded in turn.
"You need a break?" I asked him.
"Not if you don't, no," he replied. I watched him pick up the special lube and wipe his fingers over his hardon. Logan had a beautiful dick and if he'd decided to pull out that toy and mount me, I would have been in heaven.
Instead he tossed me the container for me to slick up, too. We were gonna go for our nut now.
No slow build up this time, me and Logan just worked our hips in hard, fast gyrations. Knowing how to sync up to dick each other. And now working our cocks.
"I try not to be a slut, Dunc," he hissed. "But a couple of times... I got passed around by a bunch of tops... it was so fucking hot."
"Jesus!" I grunted.
He smiled. "You wanna do that, Dunc?" His hands was working faster.
"Maybe," I said, letting my sex brain take over. "I don't know. I'd love to watch that though."
Logan loved that idea. "Wanna watch your little brother take dick? Get fucking gang banged?"
I could feel my nuts draw up. The only thing that was keeping me from firing already was that dull pounding of the hard rubber against my butt nut. Almost too hard. "Hell yeah. I wanna watch my muscle slut brother get fucking gang banged."
"Shit, Dunc!" Logan's voice grew higher and I watched his whole body writhe in excitement and his cock fire out several shots of his cum.
That was the trigger and I entered my own orgasm. I rode it out in waves, trying to lock eyes with my brother, but finally having to shut them as the inner sensation got too much.
"Stop," I hissed. Reaching down to grip the dildo between us. After my cum, the pleasure of it had gone away.
"Sorry, Dunc," Logan said softly. He lay still, his sperm on his muscled body, just like I was drenched in my own.
Slowly, we extracted ourselves from the double sided toy. I had no energy to get up, so Logan got out of bed and cleaned off the dildo. I heard the shower run then him padding around the place. He came back with two glasses of water and set one beside me on the nightstand.
"You OK, bro?" he asked.
I had shut my eyes and half dozed off. I opened them now. God, Logan was hot as fuck. Handsome, cute, muscley, the whole package. "Yeah... it's just... a cum like that kind of knocks me out."
Logan smiled and leaned down. The kiss was crazy soft. I felt my heart pound. I reached up and ran my hand and long his strong forearm.
"Nice, bro," he hissed.
He helped me up and I showered off. When I got back into bed with him, he'd already changed the sheets.
He smiled as I snuggled up to him.
"Glad you could visit, Dunc," he said.
"It won't be so long until the next," I assured him. "You should come down too."
"I will."
We kissed, softly, and felt each other up.
I smiled at him. "Logan....?"
"Yeah, Dunc?"
"I wish you'd fucked me just now," I said.
"I can," he said.
"I know it's not how we're wired," I acknowledged.
"It'd be hot," he assured me. "And maybe you could..."
"Yeah."
We kissed some more, then just kind of held each other.
"Maybe in a couple of weeks I'll be back up," I said into his ear.
"Anytime, Dunc. For real."
I patted his strong lats. "If you want to set something up. You know, with the same top, I'd be up for that."
"It'd be hot. But I'm not gonna push anything."
"I'll let you in on a secret. I like it when my little bro gets me out of my comfort zone."
"Ready to be passed around, Dunc?"
I laughed. "Baby steps, OK?"
We kissed some more. I didn't want it to end. But I had an early flight to catch the next morning. So I finally rolled over and set my alarm.
"Maybe I can make it two weeks from now," I said. It would have to be a shorter visit, but I could swing it.
"You know I'd like that, Dunc."
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