SAWYER:
When I was 8 years old, my 14-year-old brother pulled me aside during family movie night one evening.
"Sawyer, can you come to my room for a bit?" he'd said during one of the commercial breaks, and the two of us left our parents in the living room and walked to Kurt's room. I was curious what he wanted to talk about, since this felt kind of unusual.
"Do you know what you were doing out there?" my brother asked me after shutting the door.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"You were… touching yourself, down there," he pointed down between his legs.
"Oh yeah, I do that sometimes. It feels good."
"Well you can't do that when Mom and Dad are in the room, okay? You gotta wait until you're alone."
"What? Why?"
"Just trust me. I know it feels good, but you only do it when you're by yourself. Well, one day when you have a girlfriend you can do it with her, but until then don't do it when there's other people around, okay?"
"Is it bad?" I'd asked, starting to feel a bit scared.
"NO! It's called jerking off and everyone does it; boys, girls, everyone. They just don't do it in front of others, and neither should you. And if an adult ever asks you to do it with them you run away and come tell me, okay?"
"Okay," I'd nodded.
"Fine. And after a while – in a year or so – stuff will start to come out when you do it, and it'll feel good. That's normal as well. Just be careful and clean up after yourself."
"Okay." This was starting to sound like a complicated project. My brother turned to leave the room but I called out after him. "Kurt! Can you… show me how to do it?"
My brother turned to look at me. He was quiet for a moment before replying.
"No. You don't need anyone to show you, you'll figure it out. Now c'mon, let's go finish the movie."
With that, Kurt put his arm around my shoulder and guided me back to our parents in the living room.
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"This is so fucking stupid. I hate these things," my brother said to me as we sat clapping in his son's school auditorium. It was my nephew's third grade "graduation ceremony," a term my brother despised in this context. "At this rate, they would've done this 12 times by the time they graduate high school and it won't even be special anymore," he said.
Although I agreed with Kurt, I still found it amusing how much this irked him. Since Kurt's ex-wife was busy attending another ceremony at their daughters' preschool, we were here to cheer for my nephew as he got his "diploma," and then put in the bare minimum amount of mingling with other parents before getting the fuck out of here.
After the ceremony, I was amazed by the sheer amount of moms who came to say hi to my brother, often finding an excuse to rest their hand on his arm while they talked. I'm not even sure all of them were single, to be frank. I guess I shouldn't be that surprised. I could only imagine what the school rumor mill was churning out since Kurt's divorce.
"Congratulations, you seem to be the most eligible divorcé at the school," I said to my brother as he drove us to his ex's house to drop off his son.
"Lucky me," Kurt rolled his eyes. "But as you know, I already have my hands full. Both of them," he smirked.
Indeed. In an hour's time, Kurt was scheduled to fuck two twin sisters. His friend and porn co-star Jessica had put him in touch with them – through me, his manager – and I was thrilled to see that they had an even bigger following than my brother. Little surprise there, considering they were identical twins and hot as fuck.
The shoot would take place at a sex club in Brooklyn, which was closed this time of day. Kurt had been there before and he took the initiative to book the venue. When we arrived, I had to agree that this made for an excellent change of scenery. They even had slings; my brother would look so hot fucking the girls in one of them!
The twins were running an hour late, during which time I helped myself to some booze from behind the bar and watched as my big brother got naked.
"I gotta let loose. I'm hard as a fucking rock, and it's getting uncomfortable," Kurt said, shedding his clothes and revealing his boner in front of me. "Those pills you got me really work."
"Of course they do," I said. "How many did you take?"
"Two. One for each girl," Kurt replied.
"That's probably more than you need," I said. My brother never seemed to have problems maintaining an erection, but he was getting kinda nervous shooting with two girls – especially girls who had such a huge audience – and I mostly got him the boner pills for peace of mind. Now, seeing his hard cock wagging in front of me, I didn't really have an objection.
The girls finally arrived. Other than the fact they were late, they seemed perfectly nice. They almost certainly had fake boobs, and probably fake asses as well. They weren't really my type (yes, I have a "type" when it comes to women as well) but I could see why straight men went crazy over them.
By this point, everyone knew what they were here to do. I was the cameraman and recorded as my brother undressed the twins, and then started to suck on their four nipples. The girls often teased by barely touching each other or blowing kisses at one another, but they never really interacted much more than that, presumably because the platform would take down their profile if they committed full-on incest.
Judging by how hard my brother's dick looked, I was certain there was no need for any pills. Kurt was loving this! I popped a boner as well as he fucked one girl and then the other, switching back and forth with lots of teasing in between. At the end, we'd gotten more than two hours' worth of material, and he was ready to blow his load on their faces. I made sure to zoom in as he completely covered them in his cum, shooting out more than enough for a double facial. The girls played around with the jizz side-by-side, leading it to their mouths while looking at the camera.
"That's a wrap!" I yelled at the end, feeling like a bona fide producer by this point. We all had a celebratory drink at the bar, after which the girls put their clothes on and left the club. Our arrangement with the club owner was for him to come in at 8 PM and take our payment, which meant Kurt and I had an hour to kill here until then.
"I'm gonna go try to take a piss," he said, and when I saw him hop off the bar stool I realized he was still hard as a fucking rock.
"That thing still up?" I asked rhetorically.
"Yeah. You were right, two pills was too much."
I sized up my brother's naked muscular body as he went to the bathroom. Behind Kurt's back, I adjusted the bulge in my pants. He wasn't the only one who was still hard.
Two minutes later, I got a frontal view as my brother walked back to the bar, his hard dick swinging left-to-right with each step.
"Couldn't piss," he announced. "Not with this thing," he added, pointing down.
"Wanna shoot another video? One where you jerk off solo?" I suggested, figuring why waste this opportunity.
"Why not?" Kurt agreed and we got in position. He was already stroking his cock up and down when I realized there was a problem.
"Shit! My phone's about to die. And I didn't bring a charger," I kicked myself. My battery life was pretty good, but I should've known this shoot would be too much for it.
"That's alright. At least we didn't lose any of the other material," Kurt said, still stroking his dick absentmindedly.
"Thank god," I said, putting my phone away. I now made eye contact with my brother, and we both laughed out loud. Kurt was still jerking off!
"You can keep going, even if we don't film it," I reassured him.
"Thanks. Wanna join me?" my brother surprised me by asking.
For months now, my brother's and my sex lives seemed intertwined, but that always included other people or a camera. We'd never crossed the line when it was just the two of us. But my brother could tell I was just as hard as he was; it was obvious in the tight jeans I was wearing. Even after shooting with (and shooting on) the hottest twins in New York, my brother still seemed ready to blow another load. And he wanted me to join him.
"You sure?" I asked, but I was already sliding down my jeans. Kurt just nodded, with a smirk on his face.
Thirty seconds later, I was standing in front of my brother fully naked, just like him. I always felt a bit self-conscious being compared to Kurt's amazing physique, but I knew that my brother didn't judge. Indeed, he looked at my body with what looked like admiration more than anything.
"Brock told me you let him suck your dick," I said, wrapping my hand around my cock and starting to stroke with the same tempo as Kurt.
"He was good. Now I know what you see in him," my brother winked at me as my eyes kept traveling up and down from Kurt's face to his crotch. All of a sudden, a whole different memory came to my mind.
"Do you remember when I was little and you taught me what jerking off was?" I said, laughing while pumping my dick with my fist and taking a step closer to my brother.
"Ha! I think I do. I can't believe you remember," Kurt replied. "Do you know why I told you that? I started jacking off when I was bout that age as well, and one time Mom walked in on me. I was doing it with the door open, and it was so embarrassing! So I wanted to make sure you don't go through something like that."
"Aww, thanks," I said, dripping precum on the floor as I walked closer to my brother. We were at a sex club, so where was probably plenty of that on there already.
"I remember you asked me if I'd show you how to do it," Kurt chuckled, looking in my eyes as his arm pumped.
"And you wouldn't do it, you prude!" I laughed, taking a few more steps until we were right in front of one another.
"You know me, a prude through and through," my brother said sarcastically. Now, he was the one who took a step forward, which put us just a couple of feet from each other.
"Want me to teach you now, little bro?" Kurt said, making intense eye contact with me and breathing heavily as we both neared an orgasm.
"Yes, please," I nodded, feeling the sweat running down my body.
"Do you wanna see me jack off in front of you, huh, bro?" Kurt asked again, teasing and torturing me.
"Yes, please, Kurt," I begged.
"Why don't you get down on your knees to get a closer view?" he suggested. A moment later, my knees were buckling by themselves, and I couldn't control them even if I wanted to. Faced with my big brother's boner, I watched as he stroked it up and down, more slowly now that he had me watching, giving me a show.
"Remember that stuff I told you comes shooting out and it feels good?" Kurt asked, looking down at me.
"Aha," I nodded, licking my lips and focusing on the precum glistening on the tip of my brother's cock before slowly dripping down to the ground.
"Well it's called cum and I'm getting close to shooting it," Kurt said, and suddenly sped up his strokes. With all the blood running through his dick for hours now, he was ready for another cumshot.
I watched, mesmerized, amazed that my brother and I found ourselves here. No cameras, no porn stars. Just us two. And soon: the cum shooting from Kurt's dick.
My brother's knees started to buckle as well. To help support him, I put my hands on his thighs, thick as tree trunks. The touch may've pushed Kurt over the edge, because a moment later he was screaming out "OH FUCK!"
I knew what was cumming. I put my face right in front of my brother's cock, just like the twins had done not too long ago. I wanted a facial from Kurt, just like they'd received. I deserved it. He was my big brother, and I loved him, and I needed this from him.
Looking down at me, it was as if Kurt could read my thoughts. He knew what I needed from him and he decided to give it to me. Squeezing his cock tighter, he started to shoot a long wad of cum and aim it right at my face, hitting my forehead, my right eyelid, and my cheek. With one eye closed, I continued to look up as much as I could, looking at my loving brother's face and his impressive cock. Kurt's balls didn't have too much cum left in them by now, but he blew a couple of more wads on my cheek and across my lips. Squeezing his thighs, I licked my lips and the second I felt the taste of Kurt's cum, I started to blow my load all over the floor, hands-free.
"And that's how you jerk off, little bro," Kurt said to me a couple of moments later as we started to come down from the orgasmic ecstasy. He offered me his hand like a gentleman and helped me stand up, following it up by a tight brotherly hug and a playful smack on my asscheek.