Blood Ties
The whole walk home, Noah replayed the morning’s bizarre events in his head. The incident in the locker room. The encounters with Coach Evans and Nurse Rob. Alex and Jake obeying him in the filthy bathroom, like they couldn’t help themselves. He might not have believed that stuff actually happened, were it not for the stickiness still clinging to his skin and the dull, satisfying ache in his well-fucked asshole. The rush of it all still lingered in his body like an electric current, buzzing in his balls.
He wanted more—to push things further. Ethan was the perfect candidate. Would he find him irresistible too? The thought felt impossibly sexy, as sizzlingly hot as the afternoon sun.
But as he stepped through the front door, the familiar smells of home pressing in all around him, something small in the back of Noah’s mind tugged at him. A doubt. Wasn’t this… wrong?
His confidence wavered, just for a second. Ethan wasn’t like the guys at school. He was his brother. His own flesh and blood. The thought should have been enough to stop him, to cool him down… but then his eyes caught something at the foot of the stairs, something that made his pulse spike—Ethan’s gym bag. A pair of dirty white sneakers sat on top, battered and well-worn from endless workouts. And there, poking out slightly, were Ethan’s sweaty gym socks, balled up and stashed inside like treasure.
The small voice faded into nothingness as a wicked grin twisted Noah’s lips. He crouched down, tugged a sock free, brought it to his nose. It was damp, the familiar smell of Ethan’s sweaty feet still clinging to it. Noah straightened up, all hesitation melting away as he inhaled again, slower this time, savouring the intimate scent. His cock twitched. This was going to be fun.
In the hallway, Noah’s eyes caught on one of the framed photos on the wall: him and his brother, posing for the camera on the back of a jet ski. Ethan was in front, looking cool and relaxed in his shades, while Noah sat behind, skinny arms wrapped tight around Ethan’s waist, an enormous smile on his face.
Noah’s brow furrowed as he stared at the picture. The innocent boy he saw there felt so distant now, a version of himself he almost didn’t recognise. Things that used to feel simple, normal, were becoming anything but.
In the den, the smoky air was laced with the unmistakable tang of weed. The light was dim, curtains drawn to keep out the sun. Everything had a kind of comfortable, lived-in messiness about it—a jacket tossed carelessly over the back of a chair, clutter on the shelves. On the TV, a colourful ninja and a dude with four arms were beating the crap out of each other.
Ethan was there, sprawled out on the couch, his red shorts hanging low on his hips as he mashed buttons on his PS5 controller. His tank top was discarded somewhere, leaving his bare chest glistening faintly in the TV’s pale glare. He worked part-time as a personal trainer at the local gym, but when he wasn’t there or sleeping, this was what he did—getting high, playing games. Either that or hanging out with his friends. On the coffee table sat an elaborate glass bong, the centrepiece of his post-work routine.
Ethan barely glanced up when Noah walked in. “You’re home early,” he muttered, eyes on the battle unfolding in front of him.
“Yeah,” Noah replied, swiping lazily at Ethan’s legs with his hand. “Guess I wasn’t feeling it today. Move over.”
Ethan grunted and shifted his legs aside to make room. Noah plopped down, keeping a little space between them. He watched as Ethan’s fingers danced over the controller, his strong biceps flexing slightly with each movement. Here we go. He took a deep breath and, sure enough, there was the sweaty, musky scent rising off him, mingling with the smell of the dope. He could feel the heat building in his balls, the tightness in his stomach, but he played it cool, relaxed. He knew it wouldn’t take long.
“How was work?” Noah asked as he shifted, settling into the couch. He was keeping a close eye on Ethan, waiting for the familiar signs—the glazed-over eyes, the flaring nostrils, the way people lost focus when they first caught a whiff... But Ethan’s gaze stayed sharp, locked on the screen.
“Good,” Ethan said, as he pulled off a combo. “Had a couple regulars early in the morning. Hit the weights after that.”
Noah’s gaze drifted down to Ethan’s broad chest. His pecs were really popping, firm and pronounced, and the lines of his six-pack looked extra defined. He’d clearly crushed his workout. Leading down from his navel, a tantalising treasure trail disappeared beneath his waistband. Noah’s eyes followed it all the way, down to the bulge in those loose, red shorts.
Noah grinned and leaned back, stretching out his arms, hands behind his head. He turned his head aside and took a loud, theatrical sniff of his armpit. The smell was so sharp, he could almost feel it souring the air around him. "Damn, I’m so sweaty," he said, as he threw a glance at Ethan. This should do it, he thought.
Ethan sniffed the air, pausing for a second. Noah spotted it and his heart skipped a beat. But then Ethan just chuckled, still button-mashing away. "Dude, what’s new? You’re always gross." He gave a small nod toward the screen. "Check it—just figured out a new fatality. You ever pull off one of these?"
Noah blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing his mind. Coach had taken a little time to lose control, and Rob held out longer than the others… but not this long. He shifted on the couch, spreading his legs wider, letting the heat and the smell of his body roll off him as he scooted closer to Ethan, their legs brushing together as he moved. He needed to amp it up.
"It’s way too hot today," he said, smoothly pulling his top over his head and tossing it aside. His bare chest, pale and smooth, looked so slim and boyish next to his brother’s defined, bulkier physique. He watched Ethan out of the corner of his eye, waiting for any shift, any sign that the scent was finally breaking through.
Finally Ethan spared Noah a glance, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Sure is. Remember that time in Mexico when you got heat stroke? You almost passed out in the middle of the restaurant. Fucking hilarious."
Noah’s jaw clenched subtly. Still nothing?
Ethan finally put the controller down and scooted forward to grab the bong from the coffee table. His muscles rippled slightly as he leaned in, the smooth skin of his back stretching as he inhaled. Noah’s eyes drifted over his brother’s broad shoulders, a faint sheen of sweat clinging to the skin. His gaze slid lower, following the curve of Ethan’s spine, down to where it disappeared into the tight cleft of his ass. The way his hips curved, the way his butt filled his shorts, the subtle flex of muscle as he moved… Noah was entranced.
Ethan sat back, the hit still hanging in the air, oblivious to the way Noah’s pulse was hammering in his chest.
"Seriously, it’s like an oven in here," Noah pressed. He tugged at the waistband of his shorts, wafting them up and down as if to cool himself off. But he knew what he was really doing—spreading the heavy musk of his crotch as much as he could. Ethan sniffed the air again, but said nothing.
Noah smirked, leaning back a little further. This must be working. "Hey, how about we lose our shorts? Beat the heat. It’s just us guys, right?"
Ethan finally paused the game, looking over at Noah with an eyebrow raised. "What, you think that’s gonna help?" He was half-smiling, but there was something strange in his eyes. It wasn’t like the glazed-over, hungry look Noah was used to. It was sharper, more focused.
"Definitely," Noah said, the word slipping out smoother than he intended. He could feel the heat building under his skin. “…and, y’know, it’ll help us, uh, bond or whatever.”
Ethan sighed, shaking his head a little. "You’re being weird today, dude." But there was no real edge to his voice. He seemed more amused than anything. “Alright, whatever.” He stood up, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts, and tugged them down in one smooth motion. His tight white briefs clung to his hips, hugging the curves of his muscular ass. Noah could see the outline of his junk, too. Even soft it looked big, filling out the skimpy briefs, a real eye-catching bulge.
"Better?" Ethan said, standing over Noah, letting him take a good, long look before he sat back down and reached for the controller again. Was it just Noah’s imagination, or was the bulge in Ethan’s briefs starting to grow?
"Way better," Noah muttered, shoving his own shorts down and kicking them off to the side. His filthy jockstrap was exposed to the hazy air now, the stink billowing off it like smoke. He waited, watching Ethan closely, ready for the shift.
But the shift didn’t come. Ethan was still fully in control of himself, even as the stench of Noah’s jockstrap thickened the air between them. Ethan sniffed again and wrinkled his nose, glancing at the heavily stained strap.
"Jesus, man," Ethan laughed, shaking his head. "That thing’s rank. How long you been wearing it? A month?”
Noah smiled. It was powerful. "Nah, just today," he said. “Impressive, huh?” His eyes flicked to Ethan’s crotch again. He was feeling bold, tired of waiting. He reached down and squeezed himself through the jock. "You wouldn’t believe the shit that went down after gym class this morning."
Ethan snorted. "Oh, I’m sure. What, your little buddies can’t handle your trademark B.O. anymore?"
Noah smirked, but his chest tightened. "Not just them. Coach... the school nurse... They all lost it. Couldn’t help themselves." As Noah recounted the events, he felt his cock straining against the jockstrap’s filthy pouch. His fingers traced the length of it, up and down…
Ethan raised an eyebrow. He was still playing the game, but his glances were becoming longer, more frequent. "Yeah? Couldn’t help themselves, huh? Sounds like a totally normal Friday."
Noah licked his lips. "That’s right..." His voice dropped lower, eyes locked onto Ethan. "It was almost like… I had some kind of control over them. They wanted it so bad, they’d do anything for it. And I… I fucking loved it."
The words hung in the air like the layered scents of musk and smoke. Noah wasn’t playing around anymore. Suddenly, he pounced—climbing on top of Ethan, straddling him as he sat there, still holding the controller.
“What the fu—”
"You can feel it too, can’t you, Ethan?" Noah’s voice was firm. His thighs were wrapped tight around Ethan’s hips, his bare ass pressed against the bulge in his brother’s briefs. “You can smell it. And you’re going to give me whatever I want. Aren’t you?”
Ethan’s eyes were wide, his expression unreadable—caught somewhere between surprise and something else, something Noah couldn’t quite decipher. The air between them felt like it was holding back a storm. For a second, neither of them moved.
“I don’t know what the fuck’s gotten into you today,” Ethan finally said, his voice low and rough. There was an edge to it, playful but dangerous, like he was holding back. “But you’re sure as shit not mind-controlling me with your stinky balls.”
Before Noah could react, Ethan moved. Fast. He grabbed Noah by the waist and flipped him over with ease, tossing him down onto the couch like he weighed nothing. The breath was knocked out of Noah’s lungs for a moment as Ethan climbed on top of him, pinning him down, his strong hands gripping Noah’s wrists, holding him in place.
Noah’s mind was racing, trying to keep up with the sudden shift. He stared up at Ethan, wide-eyed, unable to move. Ethan was so close, his bare chest pressed against Noah’s. The smell of their sweat filled the space between them.
“Get this straight…” Ethan’s voice was a growl, his grip tightening slightly, just enough to remind Noah who was in control. “If I’m gonna do this, it’s because I want to.”
Noah swallowed hard, his lips parting as he tried to find his voice. “You… What?”
Ethan leaned in closer, his breath hot against Noah’s skin, eyes gleaming. “I’ve been into your stink for a while now, bro. I’ve been swiping your sweaty gear every chance I get. The shirts you wear for gym class. Your dirty underwear. I grab ‘em out of your bag or the laundry and take ‘em to my room, get my fill... I’m a total scent pig.”
Noah couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Ethan laughed and his grip on Noah’s wrists loosened slightly, his thumbs brushing over his skin in a way that felt… tender? “Bro… You’re my little brother. I didn’t want to hurt you, make things weird...” He sighed, glancing away for a second as if collecting his thoughts. When he looked back at Noah, there was something softer in his expression, though the tension still crackled between them. “I know it’s fucked up. But now... something’s changed, hasn’t it?”
Ethan’s eyes focussed as they locked on Noah’s, searching for something. “You’ve been trying to seduce me since you came home. You wanna take this to the next level? Go upstairs? Or is this where you lose your nerve?”
Noah could barely breathe. His chest was so tight. He felt the weight of Ethan’s body, the heat between them, and all he could think about was how close they were, how much he wanted this. The smell of Ethan’s sweat swirled around them, mixing with his own, filling his lungs, making him dizzy in the best way possible.
Ethan’s grip loosened just a little more, giving Noah room to move. His lips brushed Noah’s ear as he whispered, “If you tell me to stop, I will.”
Noah didn’t hesitate. “Don’t stop.”
A flash of something wild sparked in Ethan’s eyes. Without another word, he scooped Noah up in one smooth motion, his hands gripping tight around his waist as he pulled him off the couch. For a moment, Noah thought of all the times Ethan used to pick him up when they were kids, roughhousing or tossing him in the pool. But this was different—so different.
As they moved to the door, Noah’s world narrowed to the sound of their breathing, the heat of Ethan’s skin against his. There was no room for second-guessing—just the rush of surrendering to the moment. In the hall, Noah’s foot caught the edge of a picture frame—the photo of their younger selves. It wobbled, then crashed to the floor, the glass shattering on impact. Noah barely glanced down at it. None of that shit mattered anymore.
In his bedroom, Ethan laid Noah down. The sheets were slightly rumpled and the faint scent of laundry detergent lingered on the pillows. Ethan stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, just soaking him in. Then he shoved off his briefs, letting them fall to the floor. His cock was solid, fully standing to attention. It was longer than Noah’s, thicker too, with an impressive pair hanging below. Noah’s gaze followed every movement as Ethan climbed on top of him.
“Just let me smell you first, okay?”
He started at Noah’s neck, breathing him in slowly. “You almost smell like the ocean here,” he murmured. “Salt and sun on warm skin... like you’ve been lying out all day.” There was something in the way he said it, a kind of reverence that Noah had never heard in his brother’s voice before.
Ethan moved lower, inhaling deeply with every inch. When he reached Noah’s armpit, he paused, pressing his face in close, taking a long, deliberate sniff. “Fuck, bro,” he muttered. “You’re so ripe… exactly how I like it.” He stayed there a moment longer, lazily jerking his cock as he basked in the smell.
His lips skimmed Noah’s chest as he moved lower, planting little kisses as he traced his way down. When he got to Noah’s jockstrap, his fingers were already inching toward the waistband. He heard Noah’s voice, teasing. “So you’re a scent pig, huh? You’re gonna love it down there.”
Ethan’s grin widened, his eyes dark with excitement as he looked back up at Noah. “You have no idea... “
With that, he hooked his fingers under the elastic, pulling the jockstrap back slowly, breathing deep as he exposed his brother’s cock. It was so hard and slick with sweat. The musky smell hit them both the second it was free. Ethan’s breath caught, his face hovering over Noah’s crotch as he wrenched the strap down, completely off, then tossed it aside.
Without hesitation, he leaned in again, pressing his nose to Noah’s pubes, taking long, slow breaths. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice dripping with desire. “This... right here... this is the shit...”
He dragged his nose along Noah’s cock, base to tip, then gently rolled back his foreskin. The smell underneath almost overwhelmed him it was so strong, the kind of scent that fills your skull, leaving no space for anything else. Ethan stayed there, enjoying every moment of it, like he’d been starved for that exact smell.
Then, with a low hum of satisfaction, he shifted lower, dragging his nose over Noah’s balls, down his thighs, his calves. When he reached Noah’s feet, he lifted one lightly, bringing it close to his face as he inhaled the almost cheesy smell clinging to him there. “Even your feet smell perfect.” He pressed his nose against the arch of Noah’s foot, letting the smell fill him as his fingers gently caressed Noah’s skin, massaging it. Between his toes, the smell was stronger.
Noah shot Ethan a teasing grin. “Think you can handle my ass?”
Ethan’s eyes glinted with excitement, his grin widening. “Of course.” He grabbed Noah’s legs, lifting them up, then shoved a pillow underneath to give him the perfect angle. “I’ve been keeping the best for last.”
Ethan took a moment, admiring the beauty of Noah’s slender body. In this position, his tight little butt was splayed wide, fully exposing his hole. The sight was almost enough to make Ethan lose control right then and there. “Fuck… You don’t know what this does to me,” he breathed, staring at the moist, winking slit as he slowly stroked his cock.
Noah grinned and shifted slightly, his voice low and sultry. “You might wanna be careful... Alex and Jake both unloaded in there earlier. Could be a little… sticky.”
Ethan practically purred as he lowered his head, pressing his nose right against the hole, inhaling deep and slow. The smell hit him like a punch—thick, musky, with the sharp edge of sweat and the gooey remnants of what had happened earlier. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and Ethan was all in.
“Holy fuck,” Ethan breathed between long, deep sniffs. “Your ass smells even better than I imagined.”
He pressed his face in deeper, dragging his nose down the cleft of Noah’s ass as he inhaled again. The smell was dizzyingly strong; ass and sweat and spunk. His fingers gripped Noah’s hips tighter as he took his time, carefully exploring every inch, as if his brother's moist, pungent asshole was something sacred. Ethan’s voice hummed with satisfaction. “This smell… fuck, bro. I could stay here forever.”
When Ethan’s tongue darted out, Noah whimpered. It pressed against the slick opening, pushing inside. Noah could feel it wriggling up his ass, as far as it would go. The slick, soothing warmth of it sent shivers all down his back. And then, like a man starved, Ethan went at it with fervour, licking, sucking, making-out with Noah’s wet, sloppy asshole. As Noah got looser, the juices within started leaking out, much to Ethan’s delight. It was so messy, like he was devouring an overripe melon, the juices getting everywhere, running down his chin, covering his face…
When Ethan came up for air, his face was flushed and slick with saliva. His breath came in ragged gasps as he hunched over his brother, eyes full of hunger and lust. He needed this.
“Can I… can I fuck you, little bro?”
Their eyes connected and Noah could see the lust there, the desire… but also the love. He didn’t say a word. He just smiled and nodded, never breaking eye contact with his big brother.
Ethan’s grin turned into an enormous smile. He slapped his cock against Noah’s ass, then lined up the head, smeared it with spit, and slowly pushed inside. Noah moaned as it filled him, his head rolling back in the sheets, eyes scrunched shut. Ethan’s cock felt so big inside him, so thick, so right.
When the whole length of Ethan’s cock was fully inserted, he leaned in to kiss his brother on the lips. They stayed like that for a moment, lips locked together, tongues twirling, lost in the forbidden thrill of what they were doing. Ethan kept his cock still the whole time, allowing Noah’s hole the time it needed to relax and adjust to the size. This was the biggest he’d taken so far, and he could really feel it, loosening him up, stretching him out.
Sensing he was ready, Ethan began to rock his hips, slowly at first, savouring the silky feel of his brother’s hole embracing him, skin on skin. Noah was in heaven, eyes rolled back, gasping and groaning with the intensity of the sensations emanating from his asshole. Unlike the guys who’d fucked Noah earlier—fast, frantic, desperate to get off—Ethan seemed to be in no hurry. He’d speed up, slow down, adjust his pace and rhythm to work Noah’s hole from different angles, finding the best, most pleasurable position for both of them. He shifted again and there it was, Noah’s prostate. He could tell he was hitting it from the way Noah’s face seemed to slacken, and the deep, guttural grunts that slipped from his throat. Ethan kept up the pressure, hitting that same spot over and over again with long, deliberate strokes, his full, heavy balls slapping against Noah’s clammy skin with every thrust.
And then, without warning, Noah erupted. He gasped as it happened, his cock jumping and spasming as it fired out rope after rope of sticky white seed. It splashed down all over his abs, mixing with the sweat and the pre-cum, drenching him. It gathered in his belly button, a gooey, white puddle, and trickled down his sides , soaking into the sheets below. The release was so intense it felt like he’d almost whited out. It took a moment before he could open his eyes again.
Ethan was still there, above him, looking like a sweaty, muscular god. He was still thrusting, gently but insistently, as he smiled down at him.
“Are you getting close?” Noah whispered.
Ethan nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Then come feed it to me.”
Ethan slipped out of his brother’s ass and moved up the bed, positioning himself so Noah’s head was between his thighs. His cock, streaked with sweat and ass-juice, hung right over his face. Noah’s eyes were fixed on it, lips parted, eager. Ethan gave it to him.
“Your hole tastes good, doesn’t it?” he growled, hunched over Noah’s face as he stroked his shaft furiously. Noah had the head in his mouth and was sucking on it hungrily, flicking at the slit with his tongue. He looked up at Ethan with those big, brown eyes. Mm-hmm.
When Ethan came, every muscle in his strong, sexy body shuddered. His cock swelled, pulsing with the surge, and Noah felt it, tasted it, his brother’s load, warm and wet and thick, pumping into his mouth. When he was done, Ethan collapsed on the bed next to him, completely drained. Noah swished the load around his mouth, savouring the creamy texture on his tongue, the salty, almost bleachy flavour of it, before he gulped it all down.
For a long while afterwards they just lay there quietly, side by side, the room reeking of the both of them. Ethan’s chest rose and fell steadily, his eyes closed, lips slightly parted as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Noah was still catching his breath too, his body slick with sweat, the taste of seed lingering on his lips.
Eventually, Ethan stirred and turned his head to look at Noah. His eyes were still slightly pink, from the weed. “Hey... you good?” His voice carried an edge of concern, maybe even protectiveness. They’d crossed a line, and there was no going back. “I mean... are you okay?”
Noah nodded. “Yeah. I’m good,” he said, a lazy, contented smile tugging at his lips. “Really good.”
Ethan gave him a slow nod, as if weighing the truth in his words, then let out a quiet sigh of relief. “Good,” he mumbled, his eyes slipping shut again. “Just... wanted to make sure.”
As they lay there, Noah’s mind drifted. He wondered why his scent hadn’t taken over like it had with everyone else. Maybe it was because they were related—too much similarity in their DNA? Or perhaps Ethan’s secret jack-off sessions with his crusty socks and dirty underwear had built up a resistance, over time. He didn’t know... and it didn’t really matter. He felt good. Amazing, even. That was the important thing. And he was excited for whatever came next.
Ethan turned his head, eyes narrowing slightly, his voice curious. “So... what exactly happened at school? I figured you were making shit up at first… but I definitely tasted the cum in your hole.”
Noah’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Why don’t you get some of your buddies round... and I’ll show you.”
To be continued…
