The evening with Henry was exactly what I had needed. He let the thoughts of the incident with Jason fade into the background and since everything was sorted out with Zac, it stayed there.
The next day I had to work came and went quickly. Zac and I finally made our way home and were surprised by Dad and Henry with takeout.
I was all the more happy because I had particularly little desire to cook on those days and in the last week I had only seen my father in passing, mostly when I was leaving for work or when he was coming back from his own.
"Thanks, Dad," I said, smiling as he handed me a plate piled high with Chinese food. We rarely ate at the dinner table, but tonight was one of those rare occasions where everyone was sitting around it, sharing stories and laughs.
The early evning was filled with laughter and the clinking of chopsticks as we dug into the takeout. Dad's deep belly laugh resonated through the room, filling the space with a warmth that was as comforting as the food. Zac and Henry, usually so rough and rowdy, were surprisingly subdued, and I couldn't help but appreciate the rare moment of peace.
When the dinner plates were cleared, Dad announced that he had plans to go out with a buddy from work the next night. "It's been a while since I had a good old-fashioned guy's night," he said, his eyes crinkling with mischief. "We will have a few drinks and I'll crash at his place so I don't have to worry about driving."
I looked at Zac already knowing he was thinking about throwing a party. Dad knew it aswell, as he adressed the topic with a knowing smile. "I know you're probably thinking about throwing a little bash," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I don't mind, you three are old enough to handle yourselves. But, I expect this place to be spotless when I get back."
Zac's eyes lit up. "We got it, Dad," he said, slapping his hand on the table with a grin. "It'll be cleaner than when you left."
I doubted it, but stayed silent, knowing it wasn't my beer in the end.
The following day, after a long day at university, I walked into the house to find it eerily silent. The aroma of Chinese takeout lingered faintly in the air, a reminder of the dinner we had the night before. Zac's car wasn't in the driveway, which meant he was still out shopping for his party supplies. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the thought of him gallivanting around town, spending money on alcohol and whatsoever.
Since dad wouldn't come home that day, the only only one who could be home was Henry. But when I called out his name, the house remained silent. Normally, he was always around, either lifting weights in the garage or playing games in his room. But today, it seems he had plans of his own. I wondered if he would attend Zac's party tonight, or if he had decided to avoid the chaos and find his own form of entertainment elsewhere.
Deciding to take advantage of the solitude, I retreated to my room, shutting the door behind me with a sigh of relief. The cool darkness was a stark contrast to the brightness outside, and the thought of taking a nap was incredibly tempting. I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my clothes, letting them fall in a heap on the floor. I've always been a light sleeper, so the nap was more of a way to recharge my batteries before the inevitable party chaos began.
I crawled into bed, the sheets feeling cool and inviting against my skin. As I lay there, the quiet washed over me like a gentle wave, the only sound being the distant hum of the city outside my window. I could feel my eyes drooping, my body begging for rest.
I didn't know how long I had been asleep, but when I woke up, the clock on my nightstand read 9:30 PM. The party was already in full swing, but the house wasn't as loud as I had expected it to be. It was more of a murmur than a roar, a gentle throb of bass that pulsed through the walls like a heartbeat. I lay there for a moment, listening, trying to gauge the mood of the evening from the muffled sounds below.
I could hear the distant clinking of bottles and the murmur of voices, but none of the shouting or rowdy laughter that usually accompanied Zac's parties. It was early yet, and the cool kids hadn't arrived. They were fashionably late, as always, preferring to make an entrance once the party had reached its crescendo.
Stretching languidly, I swung my legs out of bed and padded over to the bathroom. A shower would be just the thing to wake me up and get me ready for the night ahead. The warm water cascaded over me, washing away the last vestiges of sleep and leaving my skin tingling with energy. I let my mind drift as I lathered up, the steam filling the small space and obscuring the mirror.
When I stepped out of the shower, feeling rejuvenated and ready, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to my closet. I knew that the party would be a sea of busty women and muscular men, so I decided to go for something that would make me fit in.
I rummaged through my clothes, my eyes eventually settling on something that hugged my frame and showcase my body just the way I wanted. I smirked at the sight my best fitting boxershorts. I didn't plan on finding someone to hook up with tonight, but the thought of wearing it under my clothes would easy my mind about the potential encounters. The jockstrap was a reminder of my power in this house of testosterone, and the thrill of possibly finding someone to appreciate it added a layer of excitement to the evening.
Slipping it on, I felt the fabric cling to my ass and the pouch cradling my cock, the sensation sending a jolt of arousal through me... Maybe I was more into a hookup than I thought. I chuckled to myself, pulling on the remaining clothes with care, ensuring that the jock was perfectly in place and comfortable.
Walking out into the hallway, the muffled sounds of the party grew louder. Upstairs was still blessedly empty, but I knew that would change soon. The house will transform into a playground for Zac's friends and the random college students that heard of it, a place where inhibitions were left at the door and hormones ruled the night. His partys dosn't start to get wild until the later hours, so for now, the upstairs remained a ghost town, a stark contrast to the beating heart of the gathering downstairs.
I made my way down the stairs, the bass from the music growing stronger with each step. As I reached the bottom, the living room came into view, a sea of familar aswell as unfamiliar faces and a cacophony of laughter and shouts over over the pouring of alcohol. The house was already starting to become a mess, beer bottles and red cups on most available surface, but that would be a problem for later. Right now I was in the mood to have fun.
I spotted the kitchen island and made my way over, grabbing a bottle of beer from the ice bucket. The glass door to the backyard was indeed wide open, the warm evening breeze wafting in.
The living room and the backyard had become one large space, not quite filled yet, but Zac was intelligent enaugh to know how quickly that would change.
As I twisted the cap off the bottle, I spotted some guys from college that I knew through mutual acquaintances. I sauntered over, feeling the cool beer condensation trickle down my hand, and joined their circle. They greeted me with nods and smiles, and continued to chat about their recent escapades. I listened, sipping my beer, starting to enjoy the evening, like I should.
Time passed in a blur of laughter and storytelling. The house grew louder, more packed with people as the night progressed. The music shifted from the living room speakers to a thumping bass that vibrated the floorboards. The air grew thick with the scent of cologne and perfume, a heady mix that made me feel alive.
As the group of college friends dispersed, a few going to refill their drinks and others to find a quieter spot to flirt, I took the opportunity to look for the bathroom. The house was a labyrinth of bodies, all dancing and laughing in the dimly lit hallways.
When I returned from the kitchen, the party had transformed into a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the music. The heat from the packed bodies had made the house feel stifling, so I decided to escape to the backyard for some fresh air. As I navigated through the crowd, the cool evening breeze beckoned me like a siren's call, and I couldn't resist the urge to step outside.
The terrace was just as crowded as the house, but the warm air outside felt fresher, carrying the faint scent of the greenery from the yard. Groups of people were chatting and laughing. Some leaned against the railing, their shadows dancing on the lawn below, while others lounged on the outdoor furniture, their laughter mingling with the music that spilled through the open windows.
My eyes scanned the crowd, catching a sight of Zac's football buddies. They were easy to spot, with their muscular builds and the way they dominated the lounge area. Their presence sent a shiver down my spine. After the humiliating encounter with Jason, I wasn't keen on rehashing that kind of drama. I knew Zac had invited them all, and I couldn't help but wonder if Jason would show up despite their mutual dislike.
But as I observed from a safe distance, my gaze was drawn to the pool. It seems that part of the party had spilled over into an impromptu swim session. A few brave souls had peeled down to their underwear and plunged into the water, Henry among them. He was floating on top of an inflatable unicorn, his muscular body glistening with water droplets. His usual playful grin was plastered on his face as he took a sip of the drink in his hand.
I haven't noticed that Henry had joined the party yet, but as I made my way through the throng of people, his presence was unmistakable. He had a knack for lighting up a room, and so it wasn't surprising that he had managed to convince a few partygoers to shed their clothes and jump into the pool. His laughter was infectious, and even from where I stood, I could see the way his muscles rippled beneath his wet skin as he playfully splashed water at a group of giggling girls that stood next to the pool's edge.
The sight of him sent a stirring down, my cock swelling against the tight fabric as I watched his body move with such ease. The way the water clung to his powerful frame was mesmerizing, each droplet highlighting the contours of his muscles as he leaned back against the inflatable unicorn. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and I couldn't help but recall the feeling of him on my skin.
The girls giggled and whispered, their eyes glued to Henry's body. They were throwing glances at him that spoke volumes, their cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and desire. It was clear they were dying to get their hands on him, but Henry remained blissfully oblivious, his simple mind too preoccupied with the fun of the moment to catch on to their subtle hints.
I thought about the girls ogling Henry, their eyes full of desire and hope. I felt a sudden surge of possessiveness, a twist in my stomach that was surprisingly strong. They could look, sure, but touch? I knew I couldn't let that happen. But then, I took a deep breath and reminded myself that Henry was straight. It was his choice... I smiled to myself, knowing that they'd never get that they had to switch their tactics to get his attention. They'd try the same old moves, and he'd never understand the bait.
I leaned against the side of the house, sipping my beer and watching the party unfold. The pool lights cast an ethereal glow over the scene, turning it into something out of a fantasy.
But then I felt a hand on my back, the touch unexpected and a bit too intimate for my liking. I turned around ready to shrug it off, but the voice that followed was all too familiar. "Looks like you're enjoying the show, Dylan,"
It was Jason, standing right behind me. He was dressed in a pair of jeans that barely contained his bulging physique, his hair was freshly styled, and his eyes gleamed with a mischief that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Didn't expect to see you here," I said, playing it cool despite the sudden rush of adrenaline. "Thought you'd keep your distance after what happened with Zac."
Jason's grin was cocky, his eyes roving over my body in a way that made me feel both self-conscious and thrilled. "Your brother's got a temper, but I can handle him," he said, his voice low and filled with an underlying challenge. "Besides, I wouldn't miss the opportunity to see that dirty mouth of yours again."
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my beer, trying to keep my cool. "I don't do shows," I replied, my voice steady despite the flutter in my stomach. "Especially not for assholes like you."
Jason leaned closer, "Oh, come on, Dylan," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot. "Are you still mad about that little incident in the parking lot?" ocker room?" His voice was teasing, his hand sliding down to rest on my hip. "You seemed to enjoy it enough to swallow, if I recall."
My face flushed, and I pushed his hand away. "I had no choice, remember?" I snapped, my voice just above a whisper. "And if you don't get lost right now, I'll make sure Zac knows you're here. I doubt he'd be thrilled to see you."
Jason chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Now, now, Dylan. No need to get all defensive. I was just playing around." His grin didn't waver, but he took a step back, his hand sliding away from my hip. "Don't act like you don't enjoy the attention," he said with a wink.
"I know what you want," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive tone. "You want someone to dominate you, if it would happen to be me, you would want me to make you feel those muscles." He flexed his bizeps, knowing he had more than enaugh of it to impose me. "But I don't go after guys, especially not ones that pretend they don't want it. They come to me," he added, before walking past me along the railing towards the the people at the pool.
I felt a thrill of excitement mingle in my stomach as Jason sauntered away. His words, while taunting, were nothing but a facade. I knew deep down that he was interested, and the way his eyes had lingered on me told the real story. He was playing a game, and I knew if it wasn't for Zac, I would find myself eager to play along... Hell, even with Zac in the back of my mind, I was still intrigued.
As if to ensure, that he had captured my full interest, Jason began to peel off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso to the delight of the surrounding females. But I was sure that none of them were as turned on as I was at that moment...
He turned to look my way again, his eyes scanning the crowd as if searching for someone. But I knew better. It was an obligatory look to make sure I was as hooked as he wanted me to be.
Taking a deep breath, I tore my gaze away from the now doubled eye candy and decided to give up on the temptation for now. I didn't want to give Jason further satisfaction in knowing he had a hold on me. Instead, I turned my attention to the rest of the party, my eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of people that I knew.
As the night went on, I lounged with multiple groups of people, sharing laughs, sipping drinks, and even doing a bit of dancing. The party had a life of its own, and it was easy to get lost in it.
As the clock ticked closer to the early hours of the morning, the party began to wind down. Most of the crowd had made their way home, leaving only the die-hards, most of them Zac's football buddies, scattered inside the house. The few newfound couples of the evening were smooching around in the garden, including Henry, against my hopes, with a girl I didn't recognize.
Unable to bear the sight of Henry with someone else, I decided for the lesser of two evils and made my way back inside the house, where Zac and his friends had commandeered the living room. The air was thick with scent of beer and sweat, the music now a low throb that resonated through the walls.
Some of the players had girls draped over them, their eyes glazed with a mix of alcohol and desire. It was clear that the night wasn't going to end without a bang for them.
As I approached the living room, Zac's gaze found mine. He was sitting on the couch, next to his left Mason and another guy, each of them with a drink in hand and a smug expression that spoke of a night well spent. He seemed to noticed my search for a place to sit, and with a smirk, he leaned over and whispered something to the couple on his other side. They laughed and stumbled away, leaving an open space just for me.
It was clear that he enjoyed watching me squirm under his gaze. But I wasn't about to let him win. I simply strutted over to the couch, trying to ignore the way his friends ogled me as I sat down.
"I suppose I should thank you for the seat," I said to Zac, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
Zac's smirk grew wider. "You're welcome, little brother. I figured you shouldn't have to search for a place to sit in your own household," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His friends chuckled, and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. I took a sip of my beer, trying to act unfazed by the attention.
The conversation between Zac and his friends flowed around me, a river of testosterone and bravado that I was all too familiar with. They talked about their football strategies, their latest conquests, and the pranks they'd pulled off. I listened, not contributing much, content to let the sound of their voices wash over me like the background noise of the party.
The evening took a sharp turn when Jason strolled into the living room, his eyes scanning the room as if looking for something specific. When he spotted me wedged between Zac and another guy, his grin widened. He sauntered over, his eyes gleaming with mischief, and I knew he was about to stir up some trouble.
Mason and Zac's burly friends Mike, noticed the tension. "Guys, why are you two so wound up about this beef?" Mason asked, his voice slurred from too many drinks. "Whatever happened iwas long ago. Just let it go."
Mike nodded in agreement. "Yeah, man. We all had our fun with both of you at some point. You two are both cool guys to hang out with... Would be much nicer if you weren't at each other's throats." he added, his hand absently stroking the thigh of the girl who sat on his lap.
Zac took a long pull from his beer, his jaw tightening. It was clear he wasn't convinced by Mason's peace-making attempt. His eyes narrowed as they stayed fixed on me, and I felt the weight of his scrutiny like a hot brand on my skin. Then, as if he had just remembered the presence of the partygoers around us, his gaze shifted to Jason, who was leaning against the back of the coucch, his arms folded across his broad chest.
"You know, Zac," Jason drawled, his voice a smooth caress in the heavy air, "I'm all about the team spirit. If it means letting bygones be bygones, I'm down." He flashed a charming smile, but the challenge in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Let it go, huh?" Zac said, his voice laced with skepticism. "That's easy for you to say. You weren't the one who had to deal with your shit every day."
Jason's smile never wavered, his eyes shifting from Zac to me, then back again. "Oh, I know all about dealing with little things," he said, his voice a purr. "But if it's what it takes to keep the peace around here, I can manage to stop my little... let's call them 'shenanigans'."
Zac didn't seem convinced by Jason's sudden peace offering, but the tension in the room had reached a crescendo that even his stubbornness couldn't ignore. He took a deep breath, his muscular chest expanding and contracting under his tight shirt. "Alright," he said gruffly, raising his beer in a mock toast. "If that's what it takes, I guess I can deal with it."
Mason and Mike seemed to take this as their cue to move the conversation elsewhere, and the rest of the night passed surprisingly without incident. It was almost like there was no bad blood between Zac and Jason at all. They didn't exactly become best friends, but the hostility had definitely been dialed down a few notches.
As the party wound down and the last guests stumbled out the door, the house grew more and more silent. Mason, ever the good sport, helped me collect the empty bottles and plates scattered around the living room. He was surprisingly gentle in his movements, considering his size and the amount of alcohol he had consumed. Meanwhile, Zac and Jason remained seated on the couch, their conversation low and heated.
Mason's presence was a comforting buffer between me and the two alphas. His kindness and patience stood in stark contrast to the tension that still lingered in the air, a reminder of the complex dynamics within my own family. We worked together, side by side, cleaning up the mess of the night, the occasional laugh piercing the silence.
As we cleared the last of the empties, I couldn't help but glance over at Zac and Jason. They sat, and it looked like they were actually having a conversation without glaring at each other. It was a strange sight, like watching a cat and dog share a litter box without fighting. It was peaceful, sure, but something about it felt... off.
I handed Mason the last trashbag and thanked him for his help. He just shrugged and smiled, his gentle eyes saying that he was happy to do it.
"Well, I guess I should be heading out," Mason said, his deep voice resonating through the quiet house. "Can I leave you to it?" He looked at me with a knowing smile, nodding his head towards Zac and Jason.
I nodded, trying to hide the nerves that were bubbling up inside of me. "Yeah, sure," I replied casually. "It's cool. Henry's still around if things get... intense." I said, laughing it off.
Mason looked at me, his eyes searching mine for a hint of the turmoil I was trying so hard to hide. "You sure?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.
I nodded, plastering a smile on my face. "I'm good, really," I assured him. "I don't think they'll start a fight in the house and I want you to enjoy the rest of your night." Mason gave me a look thato said as much as I'm going home alone anyway, but he also knew when to back off.
With a final pat on the shoulder, he said, "Yeah, its not like I could sleep here anyway, my bones need the comfort of a bed."
My ears perked up at his words. Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? I looked Mason up and down, his bulging muscles flexing slightly as he bent over to grab a stray chip from the counter. "You know, I was just kidding," I said, trying to play it cool. "But if you don't trust those two not to start a fight, you're more than welcome to crash in my room."
Mason straightened up, his charming smile never leaving his face. "Thanks, Dylan," he said, a slight seductive glint in his eyes. "But if it's all the same to you, I might just take you up on that offer." He winked, and my heart skipped a beat. Was he serious?...
I had the feeling this usually courteous and respectful jock was actually flirting with me. It was like a wild fantasy come to life.
Mason had seem like the kind of guy who was friendly to everyone, never crossing the line into inappropriate territory. So, when he suggested staying over in my room, I was thrown off balance. Was he really interested in some after-party fun, or was he just being his usual chill self? The way his eyes lingered on me as he thanked me made me question his intentions.
I cleared my throat, trying to sound casual. "Uh, sure," I said, "If you want to crash in my room, it's totally cool." My heart was racing, and I couldn't ignore the thrill of excitement that was coursing through my veins. "But you know, we'll have to share the bed if you don't mind."
Mason's smile grew, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's no problem at all," he said, his voice a smooth rumble. "We're all adults here." He took a step closer to me, and I could feel the heat of his body. "Besides, I'm sure we can make it work."
My mind raced as I tried to come up with a way to navigate this situation without making it too obvious that I was interested. "Well, if you're sure," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "But I've got to finish cleaning up here. You can go upstairs, I can manage."
Mason took a step closer, his hand landing gently on my shoulder. "Allrigh Dylan," he said, his voice a warm rumble. "I'll head up and crash on the bed. Don't worry about me, I'll be out cold before you know it." He winked again, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable. "But I'll leave some space for you!"
I nodded, trying to play it cool despite the storm of emotions inside me. As he left the room, I couldn't help but watch the way his muscles moved under his shirt, the outline of his abs flexing as he climbed the stairs.
With a deep breath, I turned back to the cleanup, trying to focus on the task at hand. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Mason, to the way his hand had felt on my shoulder, the promise in his eyes. Was this really happening? Would I actually get to spend the night with someone like him?
As I finished up the last of the cleaning, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was all a dream. But the ache in my cock was very real, growing with every passing moment as I thought about what might happen when I joined him upstairs.
Before I could let myself get carried away with anticipation, I decided to check on Jason and Zac. I found them in the livingroom. Jason looked like the cat that had gotten the cream when he saw me, and as soon as Zac noticed my presence, his eyes narrowed.
"You here to go down on Jason again?" Zac's question cut through the air like a knife, his tone a mix of accusation and challenge. The room grew tense as the two men looked at me expectantly, their expressions a blend of smirks and skepticism.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. "What the fuck, Zac?" I shot back, trying to keep my voice steady. "I though you guys had cleared the air."
Jason chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Zac is still holding a grudge," he said, his gaze lingering on me, not hiding his interest. "But we can make it even, can't we?" His voice was a silky purr that sent a shiver down my spine.
I looked from one to the other, trying to gauge their sincerity. "What do you mean?" I asked, knowing whatever they had in mind wasn't going to be something I'd be comfortable with.
Zac leaned back into the couch, his arms spread wide along the back, his muscular chest pushing against the fabric of his shirt. "Simple," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through me. "If you're going to service one of us, you might as well serve the other."
Jason nodded, his eyes on me as he took a swig of his beer. "Yeah, Dylan," he said, his voice smug. "Are you seriously not going to make things up to your big brother for what happened between us?"
I felt my cock strain against my pants, and I fought the urge to adjust myself. I didn't want to seem eager for what they were proposing, so I played it cool. "What are you guys, in a sharing mood?" I asked, trying to act as sarcastic as possible. "You both can't seriously be meaning it."
Zac leaned forward, his eyes glinting with something that might have been excitement or just drunken boldness. "Why not?" he said, his voice a challenge.
Jason chuckled, his hand running through his hair. It's not every day your big brother offers something like that," he said, his tone teasing. "I mean, come on, Dylan. You're not going to turn down an opportunity like this, are you?"
I took a step back, trying to put some distance between us. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" I asked. "This isn't funny."
Zac's smirk grew wider. "Oh, but it is," he said, his voice a low purr. "You're so eager to please, Dylan. Why not just admit it?"
I knew I already had a brother that I could suck off, and as hot as it sounded to have both of them, I had to draw the line somewhere. "Fuck you both," I spat, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "I'm not going to suck Zac off with you watching."
Zac's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "Ah, so you do have some pride," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "But remember, little brother, pride comes before the fall... You still owe me a favor."
I hold back a smile, knowing that Zac had hit the nail on the head. The thought of having them both had been a secret fantasy of mine since Jason and I had crossed the line. Now, the opportunity was being presented to me on a silver platter, and I couldn't deny the excitement that was bubbling up inside me.
I played their little game, made sure they thought I didn't want it under any circumstances, and now got what I had secretly dreamed of all along. And on top of that I was about to get rid of both favors that I owed Zac.
"You two are really pushing it," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the thrill that was coursing through me. "But if it's what you guys want..." I trailed off, pretending to consider their offer.
Zac's eyes lit up. "Is that a yes?" he asked, his grin turning into a full-blown smile.
I took a deep breath, pretending to weigh the decision. "Fine," I said, trying to sound reluctant. "But it'll cost you both favors."
Zac's grin grew wider. "Consider it done," he said, raising his beer in a toast. "Now, let's make this interesting." He stood up, his towering form casting a shadow over me.
With a swift motion, Zac's shirt was off, revealing his broad, muscular chest. His biceps bulged as he reached for the button of his pants. The sound of his zipper echoed through the room as he shucked them off, letting them drop to the floor.
His swift striptease had me rooted to the spot, my eyes unblinking as I took in the spectacle of his muscular form. His pants fell to the floor, revealing a prominent bulge that strained against his boxer briefs. He obviously had similar genes to Henry, that was for sure. Meanwhile, Jason lounged back on the couch, his own interest in the show clear from the way his eyes lingered on Zac's form, and the unmistakable bulge in his own pants.
The room was thick with anticipation, the air charged with a tension that had nothing to do with the earlier hostility and everything to do with raw, unbridled lust. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, my body responding to the potent mix of musk and masculinity that filled the space.
Zac positioned himself sideways to the couch, "Let's make sure to show Jason how it's done," he said with a wink. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the thrill that shot through me as I walked over to him. He was so obviously playing the part of the proud, dominant stud, and for some reason, it turned me on more than I cared to admit.
As I approached, Zac's hand came up to the waistband of his boxer briefs, and with a single tug, they fell to the floor. His cock sprang free, and my mouth watered at the sight of it. It was thick and heavy, with a slight upward curve that I knew would feel incredible in my mouth.
Jason's eyes never left me, watching with a smug expression as I knelt before Zac. The two of them were acting like a couple of alpha males, each trying to outdo the other in their own way. Zac's challenge was clear: prove me that you're sorry. And Jason's... well, Jason was just there to enjoy the show.
Zac's cock bobbed slightly as I leaned in, and I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. He thought I was nervous, probably annoyed that I had to do this to my own brother, especially him, who had been such a thorn in my side for so long. But in reality, I was eager, my mouth watering at the thought of finally having what I'd been craving for so long. The thought of Jason watching a little intimidating, but only added to the thrill.
As I took Zac's cock in my mouth, the taste of him was surprisingly sweet, a musky flavor that made me moan around him. He groaned in pleasure, his hand coming up to my head to guide me. The smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing, and that he was enjoying every second of it.
Jason leaned back on the couch, his own hand idly playing with the waistband of his pants, watching me with a smug grin. He was enjoying the show, no doubt about it. And the way he looked at Zac, his eyes filled with a mix of envy and amusement, told me that he was more than a little turned on by the whole situation.
I took the challenge in stride, focusing on making the blowjob as sloppy and slutty as I could. I moaned around Zac's cock, letting saliva dribble down my chin as I took him deeper, my eyes never leaving his. I assumed he would liked it when I acted like a complete whore for him, and sure enough, his eyes darkened with lust.
My cheeks hollowed as I bobbed my head up and down, my hand pumping his shaft in rhythm with my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened, and he started to thrust his hips slightly, pushing himself further into my throat. It was clear he was enjoying the power dynamic, the way I was serving him like this, and the thought of him getting off on my debasement only made him want to do it more.
I could feel Jason's eyes on me, watching my every move, his hand now fully inside his pants, stroking himself to the sight of me pleasuring Zac. I knew he was getting off on the idea of a straight guy getting sucked off by his gay brotehr, and I had to admit, the thought of him enkjoying the show was surprisingly hot. I moaned louder around Zac's cock, letting my tongue swirl around the head, tasting the precum that leaked out.
Zac's grip on my hair grew tighter, but it didn't seem like he was getting closer to finishing. Instead, the alcohol had made him endurand, his thrusts may seem more erratic and less controlled, but he wasnt close at all. He was enjoying the power play, and I was more than happy to indulge him. I pulled away slightly, letting his cock slip out of my mouth with a wet pop, and looked up at him with a mischievous smile.
"You like that, don't you?" I murmured, stroking him with my hand as I licked my lips. "Your little brother on his knees, worshiping you like the big, strong man you are."
Zac's eyes narrowed, his grip on my hair tightening. "Keep going slut," he growled, pushing me back down. I took him in again and went deeper, letting saliva dribble down my chin and onto my tshirt. The way he looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of disgust and arousal, was intoxicating.
I could feel Jason's gaze burning into me. His hand slipped out of his pants, and I caught a glimpse of his cock, thick and hard, bobbing with each stroke. He was getting off on this, and the knowledge only spurred me on.
I leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate the view. Zac's muscular body was a sculpture of power, his cock standing tall and proud. Maybe not as big as Henry's, but the thrill of the moment made it feel like the most impressive thing I'd ever seen. I licked my lips, letting my eyes drift up to meet his.
"You want it like that, big brother?" I teased, my voice dripping with fake innocence. "Want me to be your little slut?"
Zac's eyes narrowed, his grip on my hair tightening. "Keep it up," he warned, his voice a low growl. But the way his cock twitched in my hand told me he liked it.
I leaned back in, focusing on taking him deep into my throat, my cheeks hollowing out with each bob of my head. I knew Zac was the type to get off on dominance, so I made sure to keep eye contact with him, my gaze submissive and hungry. His moans grew louder, his hips rocking slightly as he fucked my mouth. The sight of him like this, vulnerable and needy, was intoxicating.
My hand reached up to stroke his balls, rolling them gently in my palm. He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. I knew I had him right where I wanted him, and I wasn't about to let up. I pushed myself down on his cock, letting it hit the back of my throat, my eyes watering slightly as I fought the urge to gag.
I pulled back, letting a trail of saliva connect my mouth to his cock, and then took him in again, this time faster and sloppier. The sounds of my own moaning filled the room, mingling with Zac's grunts of pleasure.
Zac's hand tightened in my hair, guiding my movements as he started to really get into it. His hips began to thrust in time with my bobbing head, his breath coming in short, ragged pants. The look on his face was a mix of pleasure and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.
I knew I had him right where I wanted him, so I went for broke. I let my eyes wander to Jason, watching him play with his own cock, his gaze locked on us. I could feel the tension between the two of them, the unspoken rivalry that had been festering for so long. And right now, I was the pipe of peace that was bringing them together in the most unexpected way.
With a wicked smile, I leaned back in and took Zac's cock in my mouth again, sloppier than ever. I gagged dramatically, letting him feel every inch of my throat as he pushed deeper. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low moan that was music to my ears. "Argghhh, fuck yeah," he grunted, his grip on my hair tightening.
As I bobbed my head up and down, I felt his cock swell even more, and I knew he was getting close. I didn't stop, didn't even slow down. I was going to make him come harder than he ever had before, and with every moan and gasp, I knew I was getting closer to my goal. "Steady," he murmured, his voice tight with pleasure. "Just keep it like that."
But I had other plans. I wanted to push back, to show him that I was in control, but Zac was having none of it. He held my head in place with a firm grip, his hips starting to buck slightly as he approached his climax. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he was coming down my throat, his warm seed filling my mouth. I swallowed it all, the taste sweet like victory.
The room was silent, the only sound the harsh breaths of the three of us. Zac's grip on my hair loosened, and I pulled away, looking up at him with a smug smile.
Jason had stopped stroking himself, his eyes glued to the scene that had unfolded before him. "Holy shit," he breathed, his hand still hovering over his crotch. "I didn't think Zac would actually make you... I mean, wow."
I stood up, wiping the spit from my chin with the back of my hand. "Yeah, well," I said, trying to play it cool. "It's all fun and games until someone cums down your throat."
Zac's smirk was gone, replaced by a look of pure satisfaction. He reached down and tucked his cock back into his pants, not bothering to fasten them. "You liked it," he said, his voice a low growl. "Don't pretend you didn't."
I shrugged,"Assume what you want," I murmured, not giving him the satisfaction of a direct response. But my body betrayed me, my cheeks flushed and my chest heaving with excitement. Zac's eyes never left me as he zipped up, the smugness in his gaze like a neon sign screaming victory.
"Since you still don't want to admit that you liked it, you can leave... As for you, Jason," Zac said, turning his attention to our other spectator, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Looks like you enjoyed the show. Sadly, Dylan dosn't seem to be in the mood for seconds." He shot me a knowing look, challenging me to argue.
I felt a twinge of annoyance, but also a strange thrill at the power play between us. "If that's what you think," I murmured, my eyes flicking over to Jason, who was still sitting on the couch, his hand slowly moving in his pants. His eyes were dark with lust, his gaze hungry.
But I knew better than to let things go too far. I had to keep up the act, had to make sure they didn't suspect a thing. So, with a sigh, I stepped back, away from Zac. "Guess I'm done here," I said, turning away.
Jason's eyes widened slightly, surprise flashing across his face. "What do you mean?" he asked, his hand still working his cock through his pants.
I shrugged, turning away from Zac's victorious gaze. "I mean, I've done my job," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "I'm going to bed."
Jason stood up from the couch, his bulge obvious as he sauntered over, his swagger exuding confidence. "I can wait." He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, his eyes never leaving me. He twisted the cap off and took a long swig, his throat bobbing with the motion. The way he looked at me, his gaze hot and hungry, made it clear that he wasn't just thirsty for water.
