My Brother's Best Friends Chapter 3 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

I wake up to the most amazing feeling in the world. It’s so amazing that at first I thought I was still dreaming. Someone’s warm, wet mouth is around my cock, sucking on it like it’s a lollipop. I crack one eye open to see Zach sprawled between my legs, his black hair suffering from bedhead this morning, bobbing on my cock like a pro. 

He works his tongue around the glans, teasing the underside before flicking his tongue against my slit. While his mouth works the top part of my shaft, he jerks the bottom half with light, teasing strokes that make my morning wood hard as steel. I groan low, and his eyes flick up to mine, and he smiles around my cock. “This is one hell of a wake-up call.” 

Zach pulls off my dick and strokes it steadily. “Good morning, Willy. This is how we wake each other up during our sleepovers. Whoever wakes up first blows someone, and then that person blows the next guy.” He says it so matter-of-factly, like they have a system set up—which, I guess after years of doing this with each other, they do. 

Zach goes back to sucking my dick, taking more and more of it down his throat until his nose is flush against my smooth pelvis. His nose feels cold against my skin, but there’s something so erotic about the way he’s sucking me. I can’t believe that in less than twelve hours, I’ve gotten to experience my first handjob from one cute guy and my first blowjob from another. 

He plays with my balls, gently rolling and squeezing them between his fingers while he’s still deep throating me. Every time he swallows, his throat constricts around my leaking shaft, and the pressure mounts quickly. He moves his fingers down to tease my taint with feather-light strokes and then presses down on it. Sparks shoot up my spine, and my cock twitches and expands in his mouth. I try to warn him, but Zach keeps going, hollowing his cheeks until the pressure is too much and I’m exploding in his mouth. Rope after rope of cum shoots out of me, and he swallows it all, not wasting even a single drop of it. 

Zach keeps going until there’s nothing left and licks me clean with broad strokes of his tongue. “Damn, Willy, you even taste like your brother. That’s hot,” he says. “I can’t wait till I get to taste both of you at the same time.” The thought of him sucking me and Kyle off at the same time should be weird, but there’s something to the idea that I wouldn’t mind trying out. 

He gets up and offers me his hand, pulling me up off the floor where we had laid out blankets and comforters so we could all sleep together. I follow him into the kitchen, where Ivan’s cooking up a storm. There’s already a stack of pancakes waiting for us on the counter while he makes omelets. He’s wearing an apron that leaves his back exposed, his cute bubble-butt bouncing as he whisks the ingredients together. 

Ivan must sense us checking him out, because he spins around with a smile and says, “Look who’s finally awake. Sit, both of you.” Ivan joins us once he’s done cooking, and then it’s just three naked guys casually sitting around the kitchen table eating. Totally normal. Right? Either way, this is something I could get used to. 

“So, uh, have you guys always done this?” I ask, sipping on some OJ. 

Zach’s lips curve up slightly, like he’s trying not to laugh. “What? Eat breakfast naked?”

I nod, my cheeks getting warm. I’ve been naked with them since yesterday, but there’s still moments where I feel my inexperience in all this gets the better of me. 

Ivan responds, “We only started this when we were left home alone, which almost never happens with my parents. So it’s mostly something we do here when Zach’s parents are gone.” 

“And what about before you guys were left home alone? I remember Kyle saying that the stuff you guys did was crazy as teens, but he never said what it was.” 

Zach smirks at that, his cock twitching to life from the memories. “Well, that was fun, too. We’d usually just stick to one of our bedrooms or go skinny dipping while my parents were at work.” 

“Speaking of which.” Ivan jabs his thumb toward the backyard. “We’ll go out there soon.” 

We head out to Zach’s pool after we clean up in the kitchen, our dicks brushing against each other’s asses every time one of us had to slip past in the tight space. But stepping outside where the sun is shining down bright on our bare skin is a glorious experience. 

“Have you ever been naked outside?” Zach asks. 

I shake my head. “Nope.” 

“This is a good start. We’ll take you to the lake one day. That’s fun too,” Zach replies. 

Zach’s backyard is its own little private oasis—tall metal privacy fences, a large pool, a covered patio, a grill, even an outdoor home gym. But it’s the sparkling blue pool that holds my attention. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to go skinny dipping, and now I finally get to find out. 

Zach and Ivan jump in while I take a tentative step into the water. It’s surprisingly cool considering how hot the sun feels on my skin. Each step in the shallow end brings me closer to the guys and their naked bodies. 

Ivan wraps me in a hug, his hard dick sliding against mine while Zach floats behind me, his dick slotting between my cheeks. I wonder what it would feel like if he fucked me. Almost as if he read my mind, Zach’s hands cup both cheeks and then a finger slides between them, probing at my entrance. 

I moan loudly, but the sound gets swallowed by Ivan pressing his lips against mine, kissing me hard. Another first for the gay little slut. My first kiss with a man. It’s intoxicating, and it only gets better when Zach’s finger pushes through the rim of muscles. My cock throbs, already ready to blow a second time today. I pull back from the kiss with a gasp. “Zach, I’m gonna come in your pool if you keep doing that.” 

He bites down gently on my shoulder blade, still fucking me with his finger, looking for my special spot. “Go ahead, Willy boy. Nothing we haven’t done a million times.”

Zach keeps fingering me until he finally finds my prostate, causing me to moan again, which Ivan cuts off again with his mouth. Privacy fence or not, his backyard isn’t exactly soundproof. Ivan takes my dick into his hand, stroking me while Zach massages my prostate, rubbing and pressing against it over and over again until my entire body is shaking. I come for a second time in just a few hours, my seed shooting out of me in little jets that float around and eventually dissipate. 

They help me float back to the shallow end, my body limp and useless right now. After depositing me on the steps, Ivan and Zach kiss passionately and put on a show worthy of its own video on the Hub.