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Seduced by my own Twin Bro.
Part 3 of 5.
"The day after the night before," I thought happily. Floating on after-glow into the kitchen well past ten o'clock. Despite it being the holiday, I had slept in very late, feeling exhausted after last night's rowdy, dominating sex. I found my Mom, Carol-Sue Harper, and Alex Smith quietly reading at the kitchen table. Drinking their morning coffee. I knew the sex with my twin bro Owen last night was 'wrong' on so many levels. But, Damn! It felt so good. This was my chosen path. Not in the least, because the muscle god Alex Smith joined in. Forcing me to service him, too. The only hump left to climb - well, let's call it a considerable mountain - was telling my mother. I was glad I finally figured my life out. I am gay and proud of it.
Carol-Sue Harper-Phillips isn't the most understanding person in the world. My biological Dad, Mark Harper, had divorced her for being an overbearing, insufferable know-it-all. Constantly being on our case - trying to separate me from my twin - was the last straw for him. Mark Harper was a lover, not a fighter. He could not care less what his twin boys did or did not do together. Things worked out for Owen and me, though. Mom started dating Jackson Smith shortly after the separation. Wasting no time, we moved in with the successful business owner. Jackson owned a chain of outdoor stores. Selling hiking, camping, mountaineering, and fitness gear all over the states. I missed my father, Mark Harper, but living with Jackson wasn't bad. Not bad at all.
The whole point of Alex and Julia Smith coming home for the holidays was for Julia to introduce her girlfriend to the family. However, they were not here anymore, nor were Jackson and Owen. This surprising absence raised alarm bells for me. The thunderclouds hovering above my mother's head this morning should have served as a clear warning of an impending storm.
Oblivious to the obvious signs, I cheerfully called out, "... Good morning, Mom! How are you? Did you have a pleasant evening last night?"
As my mother turned to me, her expression was unreadable. I caught sight of Alex lurking just behind her back. His eyes widened in a frantic plea, urgently wanting me to quiet down. Gesturing with his fingers curved sharply, slashing through the air in a desperate motion across his throat. The warning was unmistakable: dinner with the Smiths had clearly not unfolded as expected. Yesterday, I briefly wondered why Jackson and Alex had returned home so early without our mother.
But as soon as I saw my half-brother's throbbing ten-inch hulking manhood last night, I stopped worrying. Put all thoughts of wrongdoing out of my mind. Damn, Alex Smith is even bigger than Owen had described. And rather forceful, too. I quickly learned that I like that in a man. It's a pity that he left before he finished, though. I think he was a bit embarrassed to see his father ravaging Owen or something like that. I just winked at Alex and let him walk away. I was done anyway. But that was last night. At this moment, I just feel happy and giddy. Ready for round two.
Mom took one wide-eyed look at me over her shoulder. Blurting out, "... What are -... What are you wearing, Eric?".
She let her eyes wander over my new clothes. Apparently, my new butch, muscular look did not go down well. I think this look confirmed her suspicions about my sexual preferences. The neighbor, Misses McDowell, had always warned her about Owen and me. Not that it was any of her business.
But that's what a Karin does. Complain and curse about everything and nothing. Just because Owen and I slept in the same bedroom, she thought we were having sex all the time. She got abnormal homosexual ideas about us in her head that her God had forbidden. Apparently, Mom believed those sermons, too. Well, she wasn't entirely wrong after all.
Carol-Sue was used to the softy emo-look I sported over the past two depressing years. So this tight, mottled-gray tank top, these new black leather jeans, and those engineer boots were quite a surprise to her. Let alone the short shaved-up hairstyle with the trimmed lines on the side. She nearly spit out her coffee when she saw the changes I made yesterday. We had not seen each other until now.
It took me a moment to find the courage to face the music. Now was as good a time as any to tell Mom I am gay. But I needed a bit of support, so I sat across the table from her, next to my older stepbrother. Well, he's not really my stepbro. More something like my half-brother. Heck, his Dad, Jackson Smith, had not yet married Carol-Sue. Nor did he adopt my twin Owen and me. So, I have much less trouble getting manhandled by Alex than I did with my own twin. Not that Owe minded me dominating his ass. He enjoyed it tremendously, actually. We completed each other. Playing to our strengths. However, I could not deny my attraction to the muscle God Alex Smith.
"... I asked you what you are wearing, Eric Benjamin Harper?" called Carol-Sue for the second time. But much more harshly. Pulling me out of my contemplations about last night's events, the absence of the rest of the family, and my college worries. I took a deep, calming breath and ignored her huffing and puffing.
"I am wearing new clothes, Mom. I went shopping yesterday morning. Don't you like my new look? I love it! Sorry if you don't, Mom. I was done feeling sorry for myself after YOUR divorce." I snarled back at her. Making it clear I blamed her for the upheaval.
"... And I needed some new stuff for college anyway. Although, I still have not picked one." I said thoughtfully. Feeling Alex's sneaky hand squeeze my upper leg seductively under the kitchen table. As if he already had a solution for all my worries. Al had hitched up a warm, calming, and knowing smile as he let his hand rest on the inside of my leg. Feeling him brush it against my sensitive glans. I half wished Al's seduction was to get into my pants. Or maybe it was just those leather pants that attracted him to me.
Typically, the bodybuilding trainee doctor wore leather jackets as well. With his big muscular build, he rocked sophisticated, shiny, skintight attire. As if he had places to be and parties to attend. The trainee doctor often seemed to be slightly overdressed without a biker jacket or leather blazer. Still, I loved the look and modeled myself after him. Needing to feel as formidable as Al looked.
However, I am currently more worried about college than telling my mother about my outfit or even coming out to her. I applied to three Engineering and Technology colleges a few states away and got accepted into all of them. A luxury problem, I know. I need to decide based on their facilities, city locations, and availability of dorm rooms. Unfortunately, I waited too long to decide.
"What did you and Owen do last night, kid?..." Mom asked.
I blushed in anger. 'Kid' am I? I am of age! I found my way, and she still calls me kid?
"I will show her!" I thought angrily. But Alex pushed on my leg warningly. As if he had read my mind. Making me instantly rethink my angered response.
"Carol-Sue Harper-Phillips Jackson Smith!..." I said in a forced calm. "You asked what Owe and I did? -... Well, we got drunk. We watched hardcore porn. Had some very rough gay sex. Your 'kids' enjoyed it! And she-from-nextdoor has seen it all. We left the windows open and the blinds up. We saw her look!" I lied through my teeth.
Carol-Sue's mouth fell open in horror. I didn't care how much I shocked her. McDowell had brainwashed my mother for years. I once overheard her telling Carol-Sue that all twin boys turn gay if they sleep in the same room. Luckily, Jackson Smith knew about McDowell's twisted worldviews. He put us up in one of his larger bedrooms, overruling Mom's objections.
"... Mom, we are adults. What did you think we did? We did nothing out of the ordinary! Geeze." I lied without Mom catching on.
Pressing my advantage, I added, "... But talking about that. I figured out I like guys more than girls -... I am gay -... And nothing you or - Holier than Thou - McDowell can say will change that. It's time you start listening to me rather than she-from-nextdoor, Mom. Anything we do is morally wrong, gay, or over-sexed, in her twisted opinion. Nothing happened between me and Owen, Mom. Nothing. Geeze. Get your mind out of McDowell's gutter."
I didn't give Mom time to respond, pressing on, "... And if you don't mind me asking, Where are Julia and Carla? And come to think of it, where are Jackson and Owen? I wanted Julia's opinion about my college picks. What she thinks are good towns to live in? And ... Umm ... places to find a boyfriend." I said as I lost my thread of thought.
"They are NOT HERE!..." Carol-Sue snarled shortly back.
But a quick glance at Alex put my mind at rest. He seemed to have an answer to all my questions. I could see it in his eyes. However, the deafening silence lasted way too long.
"What the hell is going on, Alex?" I asked my stepbro apprehensively after a while. I expected to get a much clearer picture from him than my mother. Watching my Mom sip her coffee with shaking hands. Not looking at either of us. Seeing the cogs work franticly to process my news.
"It's okay, Eric. Carol-Sue did not want Julia and Carla to sleep together here. Thinking that you two might get horny ideas as well." said Alex.
Adding, "... Mom didn't want Misses McDowell to find out Julia is lesbian. Or for Owen and you to be exposed to 'gays' like me."
Carol-Sue spit her coffee out for real now. She obviously did not know Alex Smith was gay, too. Alex continued as if Mom's reaction had not happened, "... So your mother took Carla and Julia to a hotel last night, and Jackson took Owen camping out of spite this morning," Alex said with a deep, disgusted sigh. Making Carol-Sue blush in shame.
"Is that true, Mom? You really have to stop listening to the gospel, according to McDowell. Mom, I am gay. It was no one's fault. Least of all yours, Mom. But I am what I am. I like boys and hope to find a nice one someday. I am just telling you I may bring a guy home rather than a girl. It's only fair to tell you now. And talking about fairness. You definitely don't get to dictate who Julia loves. Doctor Carla Martin seems nice enough. I suggest you give them a call. Apologize and invite them back over. Nothing those two do will change Owe or Me. I hope you can at least respect my choice."
Carol-Sue gathered her thoughts and asked, "... Is... Is Owe... Is Owen gay, too?"
"If he hasn't told you by now, I won't either, Mom. You will give him the right to tell you what he prefers in his own time. After this summer, we are off to college. So, I doubt I'll find a boyfriend around here in the meantime. Or take one home with me, for that matter. I just need to pick a fitting college town. But now you know, just in case I do. Do you understand me, Mom? I mean no disrespect, but -... " I sighed heavy-heartedly.
It looked like our talk knocked some sense into her, though.
Carol-Sue hitched up a halfhearted smile and said, "... Thanks for telling me, Eric. And you're right. I have been stupid. Mark told me so years ago, when I caught you and Owen kissing. Well, experimenting is a better word, I guess. I can't prevent you from -... You do you, Eric. Love you, son."
It was as if years of worry washed off her soul in one go. A small shocked tear ran down her cheek, but her wide smile told the true story. Carol-Sue was happy I found my own way back after her divorce.
"I am so sorry, Eric. You are right. I've been stupid. It's your life. You have to live it. I am happy for you. I will call Julia and her fiance right away. And I'll handle McDowell. She can get bent. I've had it with her!"
"... Mom!..." Alex and I exclaimed in disbelief. She had never talked about her friend like this.
I got up and hugged my mother dearly. Thanking her for understanding. Yet, giving Alex a swift quizzical look over her shoulder. Julia had not told me her relationship with Carla was this serious. But love was in the air at the Smith's residence. And I liked it.
Mom went outside to sit by the pool. Leaving Alex and me in the kitchen. Alex made me something to eat. We did not speak, but the atmosphere between us had changed completely.
After a quick brunch downstairs, Smith silently pulled me up to his attic room. This was the second time I had been up here. I expected to get bent over and plugged by my big, muscular gay bruh. Or maybe that was just my hormone's way of wishful thinking. The buff guy has prominent veiny muscles on his muscles. He is so impressive to look at. Although I liked him better in one of his leather jackets. Or maybe my rose-colored glasses have distorted my view of him.
I knew Smith was training to become a Physical Therapist. Attending Redmond Medical University Hospital. Carla Martin had studied at the same school before she moved to Washington State with Julia. Alex's older sister had attended Bowmond Academy, too, for a couple of years. She had moved with Carla Martin and was graduating as an engineer in one year. I had been accepted to 'Bowmond Acadamy' in Redmond, as well. Before committing, I wanted to pick Al's and Julie's brains about Redmond. But first things first.
I did not mind the Physical Therapist Smith getting physical with me. And even the rapist part? Hmm... Ha... well, maybe not that! But I do like it rough. Last night's events taught me that much. However, Smith's ten fat inches had me quivering a little. I wasn't at all sure if my tight hole could handle that.
As if Alex had read my mind again, he gave me a bear hug from behind. Grinding his seductive bulge to my ass. I felt the sexy black satin pants strain under his swelling donkey cock. I heard the door close with a bang. Feeling the wind rush over us as it swung closed.
Al pushed us further into his elongated attic room with slanted ceilings. My anticipation grew considerably. And so did my dick. The space was divided into three parts. A section to relax, game, and watch TV. An open space in the middle to study and get dressed. And the most crucial part, the masculine lovenest to sleep in and get screwed on. I inwardly laughed. Wondering where Alex and I would end up. I loved the stylish touches Smith apparently applied to everything.
We huggingly waddled past the wide-screen TV and the leather sofas. Heading toward the spacious middle between a large wardrobe and his empty desk under either eaves. Stopping in front of a bed with a black leather headboard. It stood between two windows on the gable end of the attic. Alex clapped a hand over my leather-clad thighs. He tried to absorb my essence into his being. Fuck, I felt so loved and yet so vulnerable in his massive arms. The Hulk could so easily break me in half. Alex's room was stifling hot. Him hugging me so tight, grinding my ass, did not help the matter.
"Why is it so hot in here, Alex?" I stupidly asked.
"Eric? The average body temp is 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit," said the trainee Doctor Smith with a sneaky grin. "... You make me hot, though!" Alex panted hornily in my ear. I felt the heat emanating from his nether region. Grabbing my shaft from behind and stroking it seductively over the leather.
"I stand by it. These clothes look damn good on you. I like a tough young leather-loving muscle jock, 'kid' -... ".
A sudden and all-consuming bout of anger had washed over me. Alex did not see it in time, but I squinted dangerously. The term 'kid' had irked me one too many times. Twirling around, I pushed him away from me in a rage. Alex Smith toppled over the back of one of the leather sofas, separating the middle of the room. And then I saw something that disturbed me even more. The outside seems on either leg ripped open.
The Velcro let go as Al's legs flung in the air, falling backward. He was wearing stripper pants! This could only mean one thing, I thought angrily. Smith's clothes proved it. My hero was an ordinary manwhore, a dirty hustler, a gigolo. The lowest form of man I could imagine. Forgotten was the anger about Smith calling me a kid. I could not believe this. My fingers took hold and ripped the front of his pants clean off. Smith was going commando.
"What the Fuck?... Stop, Eric. I can explain." called Alex in shock.
With his sexy hairless ass exposed, hanging over the sofa's back. The enormous shaved donkey dick fully erect and dripping wet. The balloon knot clenched and unclenched while Smith tried to regain his balance. His legs swayed dangerously in the air. Flexing his ass cheeks like the dirty bodybuilder Alex was.
"Never call me kid!... You... You... fucking cheap hustler. Do you even have time to study if you go out to pick up faggots. Paid sex? Disgusting! What's wrong with falling in love? What else haven't you told me, Smith?" I shouted. I could not tell you why I suddenly felt this angry. Utterly disgusted with Alex Smith. But the hunky dude had fallen off the pedestal I had placed him on the first time we met. I just could not believe he made others pay to have sex with him. Well, Smith would not get a single cent from me! That much was sure.
I unzipped my leather pants in one fell swoop. Flicking my eight-inch dick free as I drove forward in a stabbing motion without any remorse. Screaming loudly and angrily. Not even registering the discomfort I must have caused Smith. I penetrated the muscled whore raw with long, mean, dominating stabs. Punching my fallen hero so hard on his iron pecs that my fists hurt. Nailing the dirty whore to the couch. Tearing up. Somehow, feeling betrayed. My thighs slapped his buttocks like a wet spoon on a sloppy pool of mud. Only dirtier.
Alex Smith just let me dominate his ass. He lay there and let me rage. It didn't look like he enjoyed it. Neither did I, to be honest. Smith could have stopped me at any time, but he did not. I did not even know he was gay until my twin told me about it weeks ago. And now I find out he is hustling.
My brain slowed me down. And so did my eight-inch twinky dick in his ass. My inner voice kept screaming that I may have made a horrible mistake. But I did not fully register that either. I kept pumping him, though. The moist back door felt too good on my prick. For a hustler, I had expected a sloppy hole. However, Alex was everything but. The hung hunk is tight in all the fitting spaces. And boy, did this asshole fit me nicely.
As I ground to a love-crawl, I looked baffled at Alex hanging over the couch below me. Whirling my dick bare in and out of Smith's love canal in tender short strokes. Exploring the depths of his passage. By now, tears rolled freely down my cheeks. And my eyes had that unmistakable quizzical look.
"Okay... That's better. I think you and I need to talk, Eric." said Alex calmly. Yet, grabbing my ass to prevent me from pulling out. Apparently, he loved to get laid.
"Hmm... Man... I am sorry about this."
"Don't be Eric. I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have seduced you. Anyway... First things first. I am not a cheap hustler. I never have been. I am an exotic dancer and a bouncer at a few gay clubs near Redmond. And yes, that sometimes leads to well-paid escort work. I only do rich men. And only as a strict Alpha top. But, Eric, Sir, Fuck, damn man. You do me so nicely. And I am sorry I tempted you, Eric. But, Oh god damn, I am attracted to your leather-look, bruh," sighed Alex as I picked up the tempo again. Choking Alex's weasel. Feeling the pre cum dribble over my clenched fist.
"Well, explain then, Sir!" I asked between grunting breaths. Fucking Alex Smith was more challenging work than I had anticipated.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything!... Boyfriend? Is he okay with you making out with 'clients'? Do you really only top? What do they pay you? How do you combine it with the medical school work? What's the nightlife in Redmond like? Do you think there will be a dorm room left for me to rent? Did you bulk up just to impress?" I gasped. My brain going a million miles an hour.
Alex grinned up at me. Trying to raise himself up. He gently put a hand on my heaving chest and slowly pushed me out of his gripping ass. Holding an arm out to make me help him get up from his sofa. He smiled warmly and made me sit on his blanket chest at the foot of his bed. Smith sat next to me and put an arm around my neck. Kissing me tenderly for minutes. Stroking my cock. I knew he wasn't angry with me. Even though he should have been. The doctor only stopped after he felt my heart rate slow down.
"As you guessed rightly, Harper, there is more to Alex Smith than I have told you or your brother. And sorry for calling you kid. It's a bad habit. Only a great man could have done what you just did. I really only top older wealthy men. Keeps me in control. As I said yesterday, a lot of weirdos out there," explained Alex.
"... Yes, I do have a boyfriend," clarified Alex,"... We live with a few like-minded friends in an older condo complex above a former garage workshop. It's a bit rundown and shabby, though. I bought it from Uncle John. You know, Dad's twin." Alex winked and stroked his own dick for a moment. Getting it hard again.
"... Robin is even bigger than I am. Both in height and the gearstick. Well, his dick is huge. But he loves to bottom," chortled Alex Smith naughtily. Wiggling the fat ten-inch pole in my direction.
"Bigger?..." I asked wide-eyed, "... How big are we talking about?"
"Ha... Show me your lower arm," asked Al. Measuring the girth of my wrist between thumb and middle finger. "... Yup. His is bigger, much wider, tattooed, and... umm... dark as a moonlit night," he said, gazing at my reaction. Wondering if I had any quarrels about him dating an ebony stallion. Skin color or sexual orientation wasn't on the list of my worries.
"Does he?... I mean... Can you handle something that big? I doubt even you can fit inside me, Alex. But something that big?... WOW, holy fuck Batman!".
"How the hell do you know his name?" laughed Alex Smith, astonished. He chuckled at my indignant look and answered, "... His name is Robin 'Dick' Grayson. He's a little over eleven inches and fucking girthy. Considerably wider than mine," said Alex proudly. But he did not allow me to reply.
"... Robin is training to become a surgical nurse. Shit, the dude could be a surgeon himself. He cut up plenty of dudes growing up. We met in our first year. He needed a room. And I had plenty. You're welcome to stay at my place, too, Eric. That's why I took you up here. You'll fit in well, very well, if you keep dressing like this! Damn, you're so hot," said Smith as he stroked my leather-clad leg and forced his tongue down my throat again. Finally, I understood why Alex wanted to talk to me in private.
"... Robin is a leather biker power-bottom in the worst piggy sense of the word. Don't make him deep-throat you, though!" Alex continued warningly. "... But he doesn't mind fucking tight boys open. Letting me patch them up afterward. Eric, don't worry. You can take two of him. Trust me. A bit of lube and conviction goes a long way. An eleven-inch long way. Your problem isn't your rectum's stretchability. It's your brain holding you back. And yes. Sometimes, I force Robin to ravage my hole like you just did."
"Sorry about that, Alex. I am so fucking horny all the time. I think it's these leathers."
"Take 'em off then, Eric! I've got some thinner fetish gear for you to try."
"Are you going to fuck me, Doc? Better go to my room. At least I've got Airco. Why is it so hot in here, anyway?"
"Silly kid. No, of course, we are not going to fuck. I couldn't," said Alex. Looking quietly disappointed at my throbbing dick, "... I didn't take you up here to make out with you, Harper. You are my brother! And more importantly, I like my balls too much for your Mom to deep-fry them. I could show you my home later this week. Hehe, let Robin have his way with your twinky bubble butt," sneered Alex dirty.
"Two things, Smith... 1; That Grayson fellow may want to, but only after you opened me up and stretched me out. 2; And Alex, I am not your brother! We are not even related." I said convincingly.
"... Well, and 3; don't make promises you can't keep. You're way too fucking big for me. And will you tell me why it is so bloody hot up here already?"
Alex looked a little puzzled. Scratching his head, playing for time. His seduction had worked on me. And my answer had visibly broken his resistance. Smith realized he would do no wrong if he took me. Feeling I played my cards right and was about to get this big man to make me his bitch. And Alex had all but convinced me that Redmond's Bowmond Acadamy was the right place for me. It sounded like a fun city with plenty of gay opportunities.
I wanted Alex, and he wanted me. Seeing him weigh his options. I would have let him punch my gut with that ten-inch throbbing thermometer. At least this trainee Physical Therapist knew enough about the male anatomy not to hurt me. Smith got up and told me to lay back on his bed.
I noticed a few odd things. Now that I finally had time to look around the cool attic room. Both windows in the gable end on McDowell's side had Airco units. So this lovenest should have been the chillest place in the house. It looked amazing. Very manly and rugged. Yet sophisticated, like the sexy clothes Alex always wore. Fuck, I would take his ten-inch tongue depressor any day.
And that was apart from the erotic male and biker art on the walls, or the condoms, lubes, and sex toys on his bedside table. I laughed as I saw a few Lovens devices. I made a mental note to ask Al to play remotely with me if he didn't want to make love to me. We are not related after all. A little hidden from view, Smith even had a few whips, paddles, and ropes hanging within easy reach. They sent shivers down my spine. Shivers of horny anticipation. I was dying to try some soft bondage play but was too timid to ask Alex about it.
The dude crawled - almost nude - on all fours in front of his colossal wardrobe. His sexy Velcro pants lay forgotten next to the couch. Searching for something specific under the eaves of the roof. The sight of his naked ass made me wolf-whistle. Seeing the gaping wet hole winking at me.
Smith laughed and slapped his buttock hard. Fingering his naked, slick hole with apparent glee. He pulled out large boxes. Full of leather bondage items and old clothes from a past but not forgotten former life. He threw a pair of chaps and a leather harness at me. Ordering me to put them on. I also heard the thud of two pointy cowboy boots beside the bed. Part of Alex's older stripper outfits.
And while I struggled with the kinky chaps and boots, Alex hooked a heavy-duty leather sex sling on five eyebolts in the ceiling. It had seen plenty of use already. Those bolts protruded from the rafters over the foot of his bed. Alex quickly draped a tanned leather cowhide over the black satin sheets to protect them. The leather smelled fantastic. As I got up, Alex looked me lustfully up and down. He picked a skimpy leather waistcoat from his closet and hooked it over my shoulders. The man nodded approvingly and showed me the erotic leather look in his mirror.
"You can have these clothes if you like, Harper. I've grown out of them. But they fit you nicely, bruh. Heck, the two of us could tag-team a few clients dressed like this. Earn you some spending money. I can hook you up." He said, pointing to the large boxes of stripper and leather gear.
"Eew. I don't know, man. Really, Stud? But I can't afford it. Or you, for that matter... But fuck can you please try to hang that thing in my ass for a bit, Alex?".
"Ha... These are on the house. And as for a freebie quickie? I am sure we can manage that. Just don't make too much noise. McDowell heard me often enough. That's why it's so hot in here. I can't turn on the Aircos because she complained."
"Fuck her! Crank them up, and fuck me down, Stud. Let's make it fit!" I said as I laid back on the five-point sling. Alex dropped between my legs after he hooked the pointy cowboy boots into the straps. He spat down the crack and let his tongue ravage my hole. It felt heavenly. He stroked and poked me like Owen had done yesterday evening. But the pro really knew what he was doing back there. He had me moaning and grunting in seconds. Making me wriggle my butt in the sex sling.
Smith stopped momentarily as he kissed the inside of the kinky leather chaps. Moaning hotly, he stepped away. Ripping his skintight shiny black polo shirt off and throwing it bruskly aside. Grunting like a farting bodybuilder on steroids. Kicking his shoes off and stepping into the sexiest pair of leather fuck pants. The zipper opened from both sides. Alex put on his black biker jacket and a leather baseball cap. But the thing that thrilled me the most was his thin leather gloves. It completed the image for me. A picture of a brutal, dominating Alpha man in leather biker gear.
He took a pair of leather wrist cuffs from a box and bound my hands to the sling's chains. Pulling the straps around my feet closed. I was captured on the sling. Other than shouting for help, I could do nothing. And even that was made impossible. Smith thrust a two-inch dildo gag in my mouth. Hooking the strap around my head and the back of the sling. Immobilizing me completely.
Alex Smith pulled a thick belt from the wall beside him. He forcefully struck one of his gloved hands with it. The threat was real. My eyes widened as my butt got a taste of the stinging leather, too. I put on a brave face and let Smith dominate my exposed leather-chapped tushy. It hurt, but somehow I enjoyed it. Not least because the rugged, saliva-covered gloves tenderly brushed my backside after every walloping. The man looked brutal. But I knew Al would never hurt me for real.
After my ass was glowing red, Alex fastened the belt over my torso and under the sling. Making double sure I had nowhere to go. And that he could do whatever he liked to do to me. The escort was on a mission. Fingering my ass open with a gloved, lubed digit or two. Finding my prostate and milking some pre cum out of my tortured pecker.
A dollop of lube, and up ten inches of manhood went. Each and every inch of it. In slow, controlled thrusts. Once the head was in, I was able to enjoy it. Doctor Smith had been right! My rectum could take a lot more than I thought I would ever be able to take. Once the donkey dick had found the stable, Alex bent over me.
Sticking his tongue into my ear, he grunted, "Shi-taki Mushrooms, kid. I had half expected you to scream bloody murder. You are a little pig. But one with a twisted brain. You take as well as you give, Eric. You'll do well at college. Whatever college you are going to pick. I hope you pick Bowmond Academy. Then you can bunk with us. Become our house boi," moaned Smith seductively.
I wiggled my ass up and down like a good versatile sub. Fucking myself over the entire length of Smith's impressive manhood. Letting my muscles relax as I pushed up. Squeezing tight as I milked the cum out of my 'stepbro' on the way down. Faster and harder we went at it. The leather biker slammed audibly against my chapped buttocks as Smith grunted, cursed, and swore obscenely loudly. His endurance was proof this wasn't his first rodeo. Smith pushed all my buttons. He twisted all my nobs. Yanked the chains and ravaged my hole. And he looked fucking good dominating my ass. A good twenty minutes of hardcore leather power sex later, our floodgates opened simultaneously, and...
Julia unexpectedly stuck her head into Alex's room.
As I got bred by her younger brother, - which took a surprisingly long time - Julia took a few action shots on her phone. She wasn't alone. Carla Martin scurried in after her. Both women acted as if this scene wasn't unexpected or deprived. But oddly enough, it was Alex who froze. His dick buried to the hilt up my ass. Squirting stream after stream in my already-filled gut. Blushing from the effort it took and the unrelenting gaze of both lesbians.
I just smiled through the strapped dildo gag and waved at Julia and Carla. Julia pushed her tits to my face and unhooked both the leather wrist cuffs and ball gag from the sling. Lifted up her crop top and dunked a nipple in my gasping mouth. Still, Alex wasn't done. Carla had positioned herself behind his pumping ass. Watching the proceedings over Smith's shoulder. Helping her soon-to-be brother-in-law pump my aching ass. If anything, Alex got harder the longer she used him as her strap-on. Smith looked like Carla had half her fist lodged up his rear end. She was in complete control.
It became clear that Carla Martin wore the pants in this relationship. She ordered Julia to stop flirting with me. And asked jokingly of the Physical Therapist, "... Doctor Smith? What's the diagnosis?".
"Ah... Umm... Doctor Martin. Patient presented with tightness in the musculus sphincter ani externus. Taking the patient's temperature and checking his prostate. All seems to be in order. It was a brain issue. The patient has been given a hefty dose of confidence. He will get a follow-up appointment with nurse Robin next week." Joked Alex. Half out of breath.
"Girls?... No... Umm... Sorry... Women. Can you give the Doc and me a bit of privacy? I think you caught him with his pants down."
"Ah... Hmm... Sure thing, sweety. Did you have fun?" asked Julia, "... Al can get a bit carried away."
"Still having a great time, actually. Fuck, Al's your 'big' bro, Julie. Ten inches all the way inside me. And I wish it could last forever. But, what did you two want, anyway?".
"Shush, we could hear you two all the way from downstairs. So did McDowell. She's in a right state. Your Mom blushed a bit but grinned dirty. Carol-Sue actually told her to her face: ' - go sit on a church steeple and spin! - '. I think McDowell is calling the cops on Alex and you, Eric," said Julia Smith. Alex and I bellowed out in laughter.
"... Your Mom wondered if you two wanted to join Owen, his boy, and us for a swim. Owen brought a bit of a lowlife home with him. I must be mistaken if those two aren't dating already. And I think your Mom will jump Jackson's bone for returning so soon," added Carla Martin, grinningly.
"Ooh? Naughty Owen Harper. I bet I know who that is." I laughed. "... You've worked things out with Mom then? Good! Sure, let us clean up, and we meet you downstairs. I want to see the look on McDowell's face," I replied, elated.
As the women left, Al's face cleared up. But he said with a frown, "Sorry about this. I should not have -... ".
"Bull shit, bruh. You should have done this the moment we moved in here. Fuck this was great. Painful but great! I can't wait to hook up with you and Grayson for a full-on leather threesome. Does Robin also have leather gear?".
"Tons. Most of the guys at my place are bikers, hetroflex, bi or gay. There are nine of us. You make ten! A house full of testosterone-fueled bikers. Well, and two punk-rocker lesbians. But are you sure about this? You'll be the only freshmen, and the rest play rather rough," asked Alex Smith worriedly.
"Fuck you, bitch! Your ass is mine! Haven't I just proved I can handle you?" I asked indignantly.
"That's true. Shit, this was nice, Harper. We have to hook you up with a power-bottom."
"I'll manage that task alone, once you've shown me around town." I sneered, grinningly. "Can I tell Owe about our escapade?".
"Hehe. Sure, Eric. But I think Julie will have shown him the pictures by now," laughed Alex.
Sure enough. My phone bleeped, and I received the dirtiest pics I could imagine. Al with his head in his neck. Slamming his nut up my gut. His eyes rolled in the back of his skull. This was something he could not have faked. My own load flying through the air onto my chest and face. An action shot, if ever there was one.
After showering and cuddling for a while, I went to my room. Telling Al my Lovense remote username. The man got a dirty grin. As I walked to my bedroom, I noticed the door was locked, and slurping, gagging sounds emanated from the other side. I wasn't the only one who made love today.
I knocked, and Owen shouted, "... Wait!".
I didn't. I walked into the room, still dressed in the chaps and the skimpy biker waistcoat. My dick swung in the breeze. Owen and Bill Meijers looked up in surprise. Within a few strides, I stood behind the two. I grasped Meijers's hair and thrust his lips over my twin. Billy gasped and gagged. I smacked his face and ordered him to do better.
I pulled Meijers's submissive ass off the ground and slit his shorts to the floor. Dunking my dick - with Owe's approval - dry inside. The man screamed, but the sounds were muffled by the eight-inch raging hardon from my twin. In fact, his dick drove directly into the bully's esophagus. Deep-throating Owen expertly. This was a bit much for my brother. He lost his nut directly down the pipe.
I reached around, and with the slightest touch, I made badass bully Billy Meijers dump a load over the carpet. Both men dropped in a heaving pile to the ground. Right in the puddle of cum. I just stepped away and undressed. Appearing from our walking closet with three sets of bathing gear. Calling, "... Come on faggots! Pool party with the lesbian girls! Tonight we eat Chinese. I could eat a horse's cock! Balls and all."
< Continued in Part 4 of 5 >
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