I woke up and my mouth was dry and my head was cloudy. I looked at the ceiling, seeing the same cracks in the paint, the same cobweb in the corner that I felt like I'd been seeing for years. I couldn't believe I was back in that fucking bed again. I swallowed and remembered. I turned and looked at the bed beside me. It was empty but at the same moment, I realized he was right next to me. His back was to me and in all the heat of late June, one of us had thrown the sheet to the floor. I could smell his body. Holy fuck. What had we done last night?
Well I remembered what we had done last night, despite the MDMA that still sent sparks through my head. Of course I fucking remembered.
It was the night of Steve's graduation, of course, and he had called me the week before to ask if I wanted to come celebrate him escaping from high school. And of course I wanted to. How could I not? My first year of university had been done for a while and I was just working as a gofer in a law firm. I was on a pre-med track, but right now it wasn't very exciting stuff. So the though of getting loaded with a bunch of guys who had just graduated from high school sounded pretty good, right? Yeah, well.
When I got to town and parked the car in the driveway, Steve burst out of the house and ran over and gave me big hug, slapping my back like the newly hatched bro that he was. But I was happy for the dude. It felt pretty awesome to me to finally get the hell out of that place to a big city.
So, full disclosure. I'm gay. That's right. I like cock. Sue me. Steve? He's a dude, right? He's had a string of girlfriends through high school and when we were both there it was fun to watch him work. Cause he's a really attractive guy. Curly hair, big soulful green eyes, nice toned and not too bulky body. Women – and I'm sure some guys – fell over themselves when he was around. So he had no shortage of girls to choose from.
His last girlfriend – Margie – was really nice and I was sure they were going to get hitched, or at least make a go of it after high school. But she got into some school in England, for fuck's sake, and took off. Steve had been pissed. Hurt, but mostly pissed. Poor guy.
So when I got my knapsack out of the car, we went into the house and the party had already started. Some guys from his graduating class were there, guys I sort of knew, but not well. They were all in shorts and no shirts and drinking beer and being idiots. Nice guys, but idiots. I had to keep from checking them all out: so much skin, testosterone, nice bulges in tight shorts. Fuck. It was torture. Steve was all about me being gay and never gave it another thought. And his friends, I knew, were totally cool with it as well. As I shook hands with the guys, Steve leaned into me and said into my ear, “Hands off, Mark.”
He laughed and slapped my back, giving me a wicked grin. Fucking straight guy humour. It was hard to be around these guys. All those lithe, athletic bodies: nice chests, flat stomachs, trimmed chest hair – or not – and those legs. Fuck. I like legs and these dudes had some nice legs.
In any case, I went upstairs to dump my stuff and cool down. This was going to be a tough evening.
We had a barbecue in the back and Steve and his friend John were at the grill doing the guy thing. Steaks, mostly. We drank beer in the sun and told jokes and ate nice food. I can play the whole straight guy game. It's fun. Joshing and making fun of the size of everyone's dick. The usual stuff. Juvenile, but entertaining. Like all guys our age, we were horny all the time so it came out as stupid humour. No big deal.
After we finished eating and cleaned up, we made our way to a bar nearby and got down to some serious drinking. At this point, I would have been happy to hang out and watch a stupid movie and go to bed, but I knew I had to join the celebration. I felt obligated.
At the bar, Steve was in his element. Surrounded by his friends and with a shooter or two, he was feeling no pain. I actually had a nice time with all these bros. Partly because I fantasized about fucking one or a few of them. You know, the whole porn scenario where straight dudes go nuts and start taking cock and being fucked and all that. It was fun to imagine.
Some women at a nearby table came over and started doing some heavy flirting which was also fun to watch. I had to tell a few of them I wasn't into women and it felt good that I was just as hot as they seemed to think the other guys were. All the guys were in full charm mode and for at least two of the guys it worked because they were clearly getting some that night. One of the women was all over Steve who was charming and I think if I hadn't been there, he would totally have fucked her, but I heard him say, “Nah. You're sweet, but I have to take care of my brother.”
Yeah. I forgot to tell you that part. He's my brother. My step-brother, to be more accurate. My mom married his dad when he was fourteen and I was fifteen. So we've only been part of the same family for like six years. And beside the fact that I'm gay and he's not, we're not all that similar. He's a bro, for one thing. He's a bit beefier, I'm taller. He has light brown hair, I have dark brown hair. He was green eyes, I have dark brown eyes. But more than anything, he's a nice dude, and he's always been nice to me. So he was being nice and not ditching me. Cool step-brother, right?
At about eleven, the guys who weren't getting laid, said they were heading out, and the guys who were getting laid said the same thing, except they had a girl in tow. I wondered what Steve would want to do. When they had all left, he shifted his chair closer to me and said, “So Mark...what do you feel like doing now?”
I shrugged, ready to say I was happy to call it a night but before I could say anything, he dug in his pocket and pulled out a tiny zip-lock back with two pills in it. I knew right away what they were and decided if there was a time to go into outer space, this was it. The end of school and all.
Then he surprised me and said, “So there's this dance club in town now. It's out by the mall and from what I hear, it's pretty awesome and, my sources tell me, it's also kind of pan-sexual, so I bet we can find you some cock if you're in the mood.”
I was slightly shocked by his raw candour. But then again, he had a few beer and shots in him. I finally said, “Sounds like a plan. Let's do it.”
He grinned and opened the little bag and handed me a pill. He popped his in his mouth and took a swig of beer. We both laughed at the same time because we had never done that stuff together before. I had certainly had my share of it, and I assumed he had as well.
After we finished our beer, we found a cab and I sat there, already feeling that anxious/happy feeling that E gives you just before it takes hold. My legs were bouncing and I could tell Steve was in the same state.
We got out of the cab and saw that the place was getting busy. There wasn't much of a line, so it only took us twenty minutes to get in, but when we did, I could see why the place was popular. The music was loud but not too loud, but more than anything, it was good. Like better than the big clubs in the city. Really interesting, peppy and friendly beats. The place was big and dark and had all kinds of flashing lights and levels. We got some water and stood around waiting for the rush.
I think it hit him first. He started to get jumpy and was playing with his fingers. When it hit me, I felt a nice fountain of tingling in my gut that radiated all through my body with my cock as the epicentre. That's what this stuff does to me. Not just me, but definitely me. I always get a hard-on right away which can be a little distracting.
To my surprise, he pulled me onto the dance floor. It was more like a dance field. Huge. My vision was getting all sparkly and I couldn't focus very well, but my body took over. I started to move and soon I forgot where I was, much less who I was. Amazing. Those pill with the little smily faces never fail.
I opened my eyes at one point and Steve had his eyes closed and he was moving somehow fast and slow at the same time. His arms were moving around his body in a slow circle, but his body was grooving to the beat, his hips circling. He looked so fucking sexy I could barely breath. I had the presence of mind to turn away and caught sight of two dudes beside me who were clearly in the same state I was. They must have been older, maybe thirty. One was blonde and built and the other one was balding and built even more.
I started to dance closer and they caught sight of me and the three of us had a long moment of full eye contact and our movements were in sync. One of them pulled me closer and our bodies were in touching. The blonde guy pulled me closer still and we necked for what felt like an age and his friend got behind me and put his arms around us both. I could feel his dick pressing against my ass in time with the beat, and the blonde's cock was grinding into mine. I liked the way this was going.
The three of us basically fucked without taking our clothes off and in fact, the blonde had his hand in my shorts massaging me like crazy. It was almost too much. Finally, I pulled myself from between them and said, “Guys...I need the bathroom.”
I turned and didn't see Steve, so I headed off the floor and found the unisex johns. Why can't all bathrooms be unisex? I mean as long as everyone has a stall, what's the problem? In any case, I stood for ages waiting for my bladder to realize it could empty and then washed my hands and drank some water.
When I got back to the dance floor, my couple was nowhere to be seen. I found Steve dancing with this gorgeous woman in a tight pair of white pants. If I had been straight, I would have been all over her as well. I moved up and started to dance beside them. Steve looked at me and I could tell he was on another planet. He gave me this look through half-open eyes. If he wasn't my step-brother, I would have totally fucked him right there. But the woman looked at me with a slow smile and she pulled me close. She managed to say in my ear, “You want to join?”
“Join?”
She laughed. “Yeah. This dude and I are getting along real well and I think you might fit in.”
It was my turn to laugh. “He's my step-brother...”
Her eyes lit up. “Fucking hot, dude. I would totally be fucked by two brothers.”
Steve pulled her close suddenly and they were off to the races. A full-on, open-mouthed, tongue-filled kiss. It was electric and I had to turn away before I did something crazy. I looked for my couple, but they had clearly gone somewhere else. I left the dance floor feeling more horned up than I'd felt in years. I sat on a big velvet bench and watched, my heart pounding in my cock. The music felt like it was coming from my own body and I realized I had to keep moving.
I got up and went out again to join the throng. There were all sorts of combinations of people moving at the same pace. Gay, straight and everything in between. But Steve was alone. I moved up to him and said into his ear, “Where did she go?”
He grinned at me and said, “I have no idea. She was there and then she wasn't. It's all good, Mark. Everything is good.” He pulled me into a hug, our bodies moving and said into my ear, “I love you, I hope you know that.” Yeah, it was E. What did you expect?
I looked into his face and his eyes with their dilated pupils, were soft and soulful. I said, “Me, too Steve. I'm so glad we're here.”
We danced for a while, our arms loosely around each other, our bodies close. I got lost in the beat for who knows how long until I realized I could feel Steve's cock. Hard. Rubbing against mine. Internally I freaked for a second, but then casually moved back and let go of him. It was getting too intense. I stepped back and shut my eyes, letting the beat take me away until there was nothing but the music.
After a while I opened my eyes and Steve and the same woman were dancing really close and kissing extravagantly, their tongues almost visible as they wrestled with each other. I realized I was hypnotized by watching them and when Steve pulled back and glanced at me, he gave me a smile that I could't quite interpret.
I shut my eyes again and slowly turned, imagining myself spinning into space, wishing that the couple I had gotten close to would come back. I was so turned on I imagined all the blood in my body was in my cock. And it wasn't just the MDMA.
I opened my eyes again as the music took a long road to a new song, and the woman was gone again and Steve had taken his shirt off. Fuck. He had to go and do that, didn't he. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his lean but muscular chest and his strong arms move sinuously to the music. There was a sheen of sweat on his belly and his shoulders.
Suddenly, I was aware that he was in front of me, pulling my shirt off. I almost protested, but then I just let him. He handed it to me and I tucked it into my shorts. We were both in nothing but shorts. We danced for a few minutes, and I was just close enough that he could reach over and run his hand up my chest very lightly. It was confusing. He was behaving like a dude at a gay dance club. But we weren't at at one and he wasn't gay. And he was my step-brother.
At that point I started to have a lull. I always get a lull with E. It happens randomly and my mind came back to earth and I looked at my watch. Holy fuck. It was three in the morning. I decided to be the big brother and get the fuck out of there while we still could.
I leaned close to him. His eyes were closed and his body smelled hot and swampy. I got close to his ear and said, “Steve, dude. We should go. The evening will go downhill from here. Trust me. I know how these places get in the wee hours. Sketchy and weird. We are not those people.”
Steve opened his eyes and looked at me with half smile. He grabbed the back of my neck and said into my ear, “You're the expert, Mark.”
I took his hand because I got the sense he had no idea where to go. I didn't either, but I managed to find the exit and we walked out into a really hot, humid night that felt amazing on my bare chest. The air was like velvet and smelled of hay. There was a line of cabs in front of the place and I waved at the first one I saw and I piled us in. The building was vibrating behind us from the music. I looked over at Steve and he had lain his head back on the seat with his eyes closed. He was certainly not feeling any pain. Neither was I.
The trip home seemed to take five minutes and three hours at the same time. I hope some scientist writes a paper on how time can be two different things when you're off your face on MDMA. I paid the driver and hauled Steve out of the cab. He stood unsteadily and looked around as if he had never been to the house he grew up in before.
I managed to get us inside. I fed him some water and pulled him upstairs. Our parents were out of town, so I didn't have to worry about them finding us stoned out of our minds. In our room – the room we had shared for five year - I sat on the bed and put some music on the bluetooth speaker. Some nice chill downtempo beats. Steve was standing in the middle of the room swaying to the music. I sat and watched him. Fuck, he was beautiful. Somehow I had never noticed before. Or at least consciously noticed before.
As I watched he undid his shorts and stepped out of them. He was in these boxer briefs that should come with a warning label. Holy shit. Pure white. Tight and they fit his body perfectly. I thought straight dudes weren't into underwear. And when I say fit perfectly, they fit perfectly around the very clear outline of Steve's hard-as-fuck cock. It was pointing to his left side and I could see the outline of the cut head, the long shaft, even the big balls that bulged underneath it.
I had to turn away before something happened that I wasn't prepared for. But then he said really quietly, “Let's dance some more, Mark. Come on.” I felt his hand on my upper arm, pulling. I stood up and turned. I didn't want to get too close, but I let my body groove to the music. I decided that I didn't care much any more, I felt too good. I undid my shorts and got rid of them. I was wearing similar boxers, but they were blue. Just as tight with an almost painful hard-on that I felt like I'd had for days. And there was, I noticed, a large wet spot on them. Apparently I had been leaking the whole night. I guess it wasn't surprising.
We danced really slow and I turned in circles with my eyes shut. I opened them and there was my step-brother standing close to me. Really close. And he had got rid of his briefs so his cock was standing at attention right in front of me. In fact it was brushing my cloth-covered cock very slowly. A blog of his precum soaked into the fabric and I shivered.
I felt his hand go around my waist, then his fingers slid into my briefs and pulled them down until they fell to the floor around my feet. He pulled me closer and our cocks met with a jolt of electricity.
He looked into my face with that grin, that grin that could cool any anger, any discomfort, any hesitation. He leaned forward and our mouths met for just a second, our lips brushing each other. I could feel his warm breath in my mouth. Then he moved again and the flesh of our lips pressed against each other more firmly. His mouth opened a little and mine followed as if I could't control it. I wasn't thinking, or at least with my head. My cock was throbbing against his and then I felt his hand take hold of both our dicks. Firmly, with confidence. His mouth opened more and I felt his tongue run around my lips very softly and a shiver ran through my body at the same time as he very slowly stroked our cocks. Just once. Down to the base and then up. I felt his thumb investigating the head of mine, smearing all the juice that was running out of it onto the heads of both our dicks, and then he did his, which was oozing just as much.
He pulled back and took a deep breath, saying, “This is awesome, Mark. This is the perfect end to an amazing evening. Just us.”
And his mouth met mine again before I could even think of saying anything. His tongue snaked out and invaded my mouth and mine met his in a slow dance, circling around each other. His mouth tasted hot and sweet and a million other things.
I felt like he was in charge of this - whatever we were doing – so when he leaned back and gave me another slow smile, he pushed me on my old bed and fell on top of me and we repeating what we had been doing standing up with our mouths mashing together and our cocks grinding against each other. Every time the heads of our pricks rubbed together, a burst of light crossed my eyes and I moaned into his mouth. I finally pushed him back and said, “Fuck, Steve. This is nuts! You're almost related, for fuck's sake. Besides, I thought you were straight.”
He laughed and pushed his hips forward so the head of his dick ran up the length of mine. “Yeah, Mark, I am straight. But with you? Who cares? This is fun.”
I decided that was the answer I needed. I pushed him off me onto his back and got between his legs. I wanted to taste that cock of his. I needed it in my mouth. I could barely focus but I moved down and took it in my hand, giving it a stroke. It was longer and bit thicker than mine and uncut, with all this light brown hair around it. His balls were big and plump and I sucked on one of them for a moment, tasting sweat and guy-musk that always makes me crazy. The taste of a guy who is turned the fuck on.
I licked my way up the base of that big muscular cock, tasting more sweat, until I got to the head and I sucked on it like it was a fucking ice cream cone, slurping and tonguing the cleft, tasting precum and more sweat. It was making me crazy and I was fucking the bed with my own dick. I managed to go down on it, taking it all and Steve pushed my head down further. I heard him say, “Fuck, Mark. You have an awesome mouth.”
That felt good to hear and I swirled my tongue around the shaft and slurped my way back up, giving it a little jack as I went. He started to moan and he bucked his hips into my face, pushing it back into my throat.
But then he pulled me up by the shoulders and I licked my way up his chest, biting his nipples one after the other, then kissed his neck and our mouths met again and it felt like I wanted to consume him, I wanted to swallow his tongue. My cock felt like it was glowing it was so hard. He took our cocks in his hand again and lay on his side so we were face-to-face. With his fist, he started to jack our dicks together, made easier by all my spit. But the juices were flowing from both our cocks and they got juicier. He looked at me steadily in the eyes. We were so close our noses were almost touching. Every few strokes of his hand he leaned forward and gave me a deep, wet, tongue-filled kiss, almost spitting into my mouth. His other hand snaked around my back and down to my ass where he proceeded to run his fingers up and down the crack, which sent more flashes of amazing light through my head. Because we were in space on MDMA, neither one of us got there very fast, but his hand moved more quickly on our cocks. At one point, when it seemed they were getting a little dry, he leaned down and kissed and spat on the end of my cock which almost sent me over the edge. I couldn't believe Steve's mouth was on my dick. But he leaned back and resumed fisting us even faster. His kisses were getting deeper and more desperate and he started to make a low sound in his throat.
I felt my balls getting tight, my body starting to tingle from my toes up my back to my scalp and I started to breathe more heavily. I finally said, “I'm going to jizz, Steve...fuck, I'm going to...”
And then I did. And he pushed his face into mine, sucking on my tongue like it was a cock and I felt both of us start to spurt all over his fist, which kept moving, and big splashes of cum covered his hand, and dripped onto the bed. It just kept pouring out of us. I looked down at one point and his hand was almost completely coated. I just had to move down and I took his dick in my mouth, tasting, but then I started to lick his hand clean of all the warm, intense liquid – his and mine – and when I had cleaned it all up, I moved back to his face and we kissed for what seemed like ages.
My body was still on fire, but my cock calmed down and soon we were still. We lay all sweaty and out of breath. Sweat was running down his face and when I touched his chest it was damp. There was heat coming off him like a furnace. He was still staring at me as if he didn't know who I was. He took my half-hard, slippery cock in his hand and just held it. But then he said really quietly something I almost didn't catch and in fact I wasn't sure I heard him but I was too exhausted to ask him to repeat it, but I'm pretty sure he said, “And tomorrow, you can fuck me if you want...”
The words went into my brain and I couldn't quite compute so instead I pulled him closer to me and put of my legs between his so we were in contact: face-to-face, chest-to-chest and cock-to-cock. His was semi-soft, but still drooling. I felt a long rope oozing out onto my dick which felt so intimate I could barely stand it.
As our bodies cooled and I started to drift and there were colourful abstract films going through my head. I could feel him breathing against my face. It felt safe and relaxed despite the fact that I had just had the best orgasm of my life with Steve. Straight Steve. My step-brother Steve. Holy shit. The thought reverberated in my head for a while, until I lost the ability to think and I fell asleep.
