My Brother's Best Friends Chapter 2 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

The pizza guy shows up not even thirty minutes later, and I open the door with one hand covering my crotch. Standing there is a nervous-looking Charlie, who just so happens to be one of my friends. His eyes widen as he takes me in. “Will?” he squeaks, his grip tightening on the pizza box. 

My face burns red and I force myself to stand there. “Uh, hey Charlie. I didn’t know you delivered pizza.” That’s a lie. I did know that, but I never even considered that he would be the one show up here. I was hoping for some old guy who can barely see or care that I’m buck naked. 

“Ye-yeah, I always get stuck delivering to this house,” he stammers, shoving the pizza towards me, almost dropping it. I end up using both hands to steady the box, which of course exposes poor Charlie to a sight I’m pretty sure he never thought he’d see. “Anyway, enjoy your pizza!” Charlie says, voice cracking. He turns and sprints to the car at the end of the driveway. 

I shut the door, feeling mortified. It’s one thing for Zach and Ivan to see me naked—hell, I don’t think I’ll even care if Kyle sees me naked—but to have one of my friends see me like that is fucking crazy. 

I bring the pizza into the living room where the guys are playing a video game. “You guys knew that Charlie would be the one who delivered the pizza, didn’t you?” 

Zach gives me a sly smile, then snickers. “Oh, do you know him? I just like freaking the guy out. We’ve been doing it for months now.”

I take a deep breath and drop the pizza between them. “Okay, now what?”

Ivan opens the pizza box and hands me a slice. “Now we eat.” 

I quickly devour my first slice, and just as I’m about to reach for a second, Zach asks, “Hey, Willy. Do you want some sausage to go with that?”

I frown because we didn’t order any sausage until I see that he’s grinning and gesturing towards his dick. My cock twitches back to life and I crawl over until I’m between his legs. It’s finally happening. I’m finally going to suck a dick. I’ve been preparing for this moment for years now, watching video after video of hot twinks sucking off guys like Zach. This is my moment to shine. 

I take him into my hand and stroke him till he’s fully hard, the tip turning an angry shade of red. He rubs his greasy hands through my hair, and I don’t even give a damn because this is it. I lean in and lick a broad stripe at the bottom of his shaft from base to tip, causing him to groan. “Fuck yeah. Suck on the tip.” 

I do as he says, embracing my inner slut, and suckle on the crown. He tastes like skin and musk and a little salty, but I fucking love it. I roll my tongue around the tip and tease the sensitive bundle of nerves at the bottom before flicking at his slit. Precum leaks into my mouth and I greedily swallow every drop of it. 

He pushes me off and mutters, “You’re such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you? You’re even better than your brother. He uses too much teeth.” 

Ivan pulls me over to his lap and I go to town on his dick. He tastes different from Zach, but it’s all so wonderfully delicious that I don’t think I’m ever going to eat actual sausage again without thinking about today. 

They pass me back and forth, sucking one cock while jerking off the other until Ivan gets down beside me and starts stroking my dick. I groan around Zach’s shaft, and he pushes me down until my nose is buried in his pubes. I swallow around him, trying to make sense of all the sensations happening to me at the same time. Between Zach’s dick in my mouth and Ivan’s hand on mine, my life is complete. 

Ivan jerking me off feels so much better than anything I could do to myself. And the fact that he’s using grease from the pizza and my precum to make his fist glide so smoothly doesn’t even phase me. I don’t even care that my dick will probably smell like marinara later. 

Zach guides my head as I bob up and down his dick and then his balls draw up tight. The first shot takes me by surprise, causing me to choke. But he doesn’t let me off, so I’m forced to swallow around his dick and he moans like a fucking porn star. 

Pulse after pulse of warm, thick cum floods my mouth, and I have to say that it tastes even better right from the tap. I keep swallowing until he’s soft and spent, which is when I go over the edge. Ivan strokes me through my very first handjob while my head is still in Zach’s lap, cum shooting out of me like a geyser. 

When I lift my head, Ivan holds out a slice of pizza covered in my jizz. “Eat it,” he says, not unkindly. 

I take the slice and bite into it. The taste of my cum mixing with the cheese and sauce and veggies changes my brain chemistry. It should be disgusting, but there’s something to be said about getting a healthy dose of protein with something that’s not so healthy. I quickly finish the slice and turn to Ivan. “Alright, now it’s your turn. I want some Ivan babies swimming around in my stomach too.” 

They both look at me with shock and awe. Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to have any issues keeping up with these guys.