“You can say that again!” Barry moaned, shuddering under him. “Who’d you borrow that prick of yours from, anyway? A horse? A bull? I swear it’s grown bigger overnight. I don’t remember it being this thick when it was up my ass last night!”
“Am I hurting you?”
“It hurts, but it feels good, too. I don’t know how to describe it, man! I want it, though! I want it bad! All of it, every inch of your goddamn big cock! Shove the rest of it in me, quick! Fuck me, you goddamn gay stud! You goddamn oversexed queer! Fuck my ass!”
Gasping, sweating, Hector completed the insertion with a single forceful, blind thrust of his hips. Barry let out a howl of pure lust and his big body rose from the mattress to meet Hector’s.
His arms and legs locked around Hector, and the two guys fell back on the bed, already pounding their hips together in the humping motions of hard, man-to-man fucking. Any remaining shame Barry may have felt about being penetrated anally dissipated in that instant. He wanted to get fucked!
“Who are you calling a queer?” Hector gasped.
“You! I’m trying to get you good and mad, so you’ll fuck harder.”
“Oh yeah? You mean like this?” Hector pulled his prick part of the way back out of Barry’s ass hole, and then pushed it back in to the balls, as though he knew instinctively that Barry wanted just this kind of rough treatment from him. If that was what Hector was thinking, he wasn’t wrong. A hard-driving, rough, no holds barred fuck was exactly what Barry wanted.
Barry yelled incoherently with mingled pain and delight, clawing at Hector’s back, urging him on. His ass hole spasmed deliriously around the bulk of Hector’s cockshaft as Hector pushed it in and out of him again.
“Like this?” Hector repeated.
“Yes! Exactly like this!”
“I’m going to drill your hole,” Hector threatened. “I’m going to make you beg for it, bitch. I’m going to turn you into a goddamn oversexed queer, just like me.”
“Do it! Drill me! That’s what I want. That’s right. That’s the way. Fuck me, man, go on fucking me just like that,” Barry moaned feverishly. “Oh, yeah, we second generation gay men learn fast, don’t we?” His fingers twisted in Hector’s wet hair. “Kiss me!” he pleaded.
He brought Hector’s face down to his and their mouths met with a bruising pressure, their tongues frantically dueling, their saliva mingling. Hector’s cock hammered brutally in and out of Barry’s upturned butt. Barry began to feel a burning sensation inside his butt, from the pressure and friction of that savagely pounding prick. He didn’t protest. He didn’t ask Hector to go easy on him. He gritted his teeth and took it. He wondered whether other dudes who tried to take Hector’s thick cock up the ass had difficulty accommodating its sheer bulk. Well, if they did, he wasn’t going to be one of them. He was going to satisfy Hector if it killed him. And so, with fierce determination, Barry didn’t shy away as the anal onslaught continued. If anything, the harder Hector fucked Barry, the more he got off on it.
Soon the discomfort Barry was experiencing began to change into an intense pleasure. He worked his ass around Hector’s prod, exulting in Hector’s use of him. But it was too exciting to last as long as either participant might, ideally, have wished. Within minutes, Barry could sense that Hector was coming. Hector shoved himself deeper into Barry’s guts than ever before, and then helplessly emptied his sperm into his ass, while Barry moaned and shook under him, the contractions of his anus around Hector’s dick betraying the fact that Barry, too, was coming. Again. A thick pool of slippery jism oozed its way between their bellies a moment later, tangible proof of Barry’s ejaculation.
They were still hugging each other with desperate strength, kissing each other hungrily on the mouth, moaning and gasping for breath together, when Hector’s cock went soft and gradually slipped out of Barry’s ass hole.
“Mother of God,” Hector exclaimed. “That was something else. That was the best we’ve had, yet. What go into you?”
“You did,” Barry retorted.
“Yeah, you really seemed to get off on my dick. I’m going to have you fuck you when we’re both cold sober more often,” Hector said, as they got to their feet beside the bed and reached for towels, both men still shaking in the aftermath of their orgasms. “With a little more practice, you might turn into a first-class fuck.”
“Thanks. I seem to have found myself a good teacher. I can’t wait to find out what other little tricks you’ve picked up from all the guys you’ve made it with over the years!”
Hector grinned at him knowingly. “Yeah, it might be pretty educational for you, you being straight and all,” he teased.
“Fucking around with one guy doesn’t necessarily make you gay,” Barry said. He sounded as though he was trying to convince himself, not Hector.
“No, but you’ve got to admit it’s a good start. Listen, bro. Don’t get too hung up on it, or be so quick to stick a label on yourself. Some guys really do swing both ways, although personally I think there’s always a definite preference, one way or the other. Look at me. At first I tried to kid myself and tell myself that I was bisexual,” Hector admitted. “You’d think having a role model like my dad around would’ve made me more sensible. It took me a couple of years to admit to myself that no, I like to have sex with men. A lot of women were bitterly disappointed,” he bragged, facetiously.
“And I bet a lot of men have been extremely grateful,” Barry said.
“You said it, bro.”
“I like it when you call me bro, Hector. But since we’re stepbrothers, is that considered incest?”
“I don’t think so. And who cares? No, since we’re not blood releated, it’s not incest.”
“God, you are a horny bastard. You’re definitely oversexed.”
“Funny, I didn’t hear you complaining, when you were the recipient of my horniness, and the beneficiary of my allegedly excessive sex drive. I seem to recall you begging for more, as a matter of fact.”
Barry was silent for a moment.
“Okay, I admit it,” he said, at last. “I enjoyed every minute of it. I like being with you. I like having sex with you. If that makes me gay, then so be it. But there’s something that’s been, ah, not exactly bothering me, but on my mind.”
“Yeah? What? Spill it. Come on,” Hector coaxed, when Barry hesitated. “Tell your big brother.”
“Promise you won’t laugh at me.”
“I solemnly swear I will not laugh at you. Unless you say something incredibly funny, or stupid, in which case all bets are off.”
“I guess I’ll risk it. Okay, here goes. Hector, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“With me?”
“Well, at least you’re not laughing.”
“No, I’m not. But come on. You’ve got to be kidding. Guys don’t fall in love with me.”
“Oh? What do they do with you?”
“Have a good time together, for as long as it lasts, and no hard feelings afterward.”
“Yeah, but look at our dads. They’re still having a good time, and they’ve lasted for a long time, and they’re definitely in love.”
“That’s different,” Hector insisted. “Neither of them was exactly a virgin when they first met. I’m the first guy you’ve ever really gone all the way with. Every gay guy thinks he’s in love with the first guy he does it with. He thinks that he’s Mr. Right and it’ll last forever.”
“Was it like that for you, your first time?”
“Um, not exactly. Maybe I was the exception that proves the rule. My first was an older man. He must’ve been like, twenty? The same age you are now. Back then, I thought that was ancient. Anyway, we had ourselves some pretty hot times, but I never thought I was in love with him. What I really wanted from the dude was for him to teach me everything about sex, so my next trick wouldn’t guess I was so inexperienced. I wanted to grow up and grow up fast, you see.”
“You wanted to be ‘ancient,’ too. Or at least be able to pass for it?”
“Don’t you ever want to hook up with just one guy, one on one?”
“Maybe someday. Listen, bro. We’ve just had one marriage in the family. I’m not quite ready for another one. Let’s just enjoy each other for now, and see what happens. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Don’t look so disappointed,” Hector coaxed. “I’ll make it up to you. Come on. Give your big brother a kiss.”
As the two young men’s lips met, Hector felt the familiar tingling in his loins, as he anticipated making love to Barry again. What was novel and what took him by surprise, was the sense of growing tenderness toward Barry he could feel stirring in his heart. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, there could be something to this gay marriage business, after all!
Hector was unaware of it at the time. But he had already taken the first, stumbling step on the slippery slope which led to uncool respectability.
About the Author
Roland Graeme, a native of Pennsylvania, resides in Buffalo, New York. He has published both erotic fiction and music criticism. His many interests include literature, history, world religions, art, and music.
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