TAYLOR:

    Every year, I tried to one-up myself when it came to the revealing outfits I wore to New York Pride, but after so many years in the city I was running out of options other than a literal sock on my cock and nothing else. This year, my husband Owen and I decided to wear jockstraps (his black, mine white) since it was one of the few occasions when you could walk the street in a jock and not get arrested.

    We met our friends Sawyer and Brock on Fifth Avenue in Greenwich Village, like we often did for Pride. They were with a small group of other friends and acquaintances, but I was disappointed to see Sawyer's porn star brother wasn't one of them. I'd been looking forward to introducing him to Owen, who of course had seen the video of me sucking Kurt's dick.

    The crowd out in the street was absolutely crazy, but I focused on the friends I was with and it made it better. Plus, the molly and couple of lines of coke I'd had today made the situation more bearable. Our friends were all more conservatively dressed than us, but not by much. Sawyer and Brock were both wearing rainbow-patterned speedos, which didn't leave much more to the imagination than our jocks.

    "Where's your brother?" I yelled in Sawyer's ear over the noise of the crowd, as he poured me a premixed gin and tonic out of a large water bottle.

    "He'll join us later. He's meeting this girl," he said.

    "A girlfriend?" I asked nosily. 

    "No. Not yet, anyway. That girl Jessica that's been in a bunch of his videos."

    "Ah yeah," I nodded, knowing immediately who he meant. Apparently, Kurt's experiences with other guys were only gay-for-pay after all, I noted disappointedly.

    The loud music playing from a source I couldn't even identify got us all dancing. Since we were a large group of people, my husband and I were fairly hidden from the rest of the crowd, which meant we were free to make out and run our hands down each other's bodies with no reservation. As we danced, I felt Owen's hand between my sweaty asscheeks, probing my crack with his middle finger, which was fighting its way to my hole. Owen pulled me in even closer, and next moment his finger was knuckle-deep inside my ass, finger-fucking me while I danced and sucked on his tongue.

    Sawyer and Brock, who were dancing together right next to us, were getting a good view of what my husband and I were doing. Maybe that was a part of the reason why Brock was sporting a boner in his tight speedos, which was pretty much impossible to hide. Sawyer had noticed it as well, and he was rubbing Brock's erection with his hand, moving up and down the shaft through the smooth material.

    "I dare you to suck his dick," I said in Sawyer's ear, and he and I exchanged a shit-eating grin. I didn't think he'd do it, but he asked a couple of buddies to huddle up around him and he quickly went down on his knees right there in the street for a few seconds and sucked his boyfriend's dick as I cheered them on. It wasn't enough for Brock to cum, of course, but there was plenty of time for that.

    Unfortunately, several families with small children came to stand next to us which killed the mood. "Let's walk to The Falcon," Sawyer suggested, and everyone seemed happy to take him up on it. We were running out of gin and tonic anyway.

    The walk to the leather bar took us three times longer than usual since the sidewalks were so busy. Finally there, the crowd in front of The Falcon was even bigger than anywhere else (no pun intended, since most of them were bears). Apparently, they were only letting people in if they'd bought wristbands in advance, which none of us did. Luckily, my husband – who spent a fair amount of time at The Falcon – happened to know one of the bouncers, who said he'd squeeze us in. 

    Inside the bar, our group dispersed several different ways, and I found myself standing in a corner with my husband, Sawyer, and Brock. Brock bought all of us drinks, and we went back to dancing, getting even sweatier now that we were indoors. My husband's hand had just found its way to my ass again, when we were interrupted by Sawyer.

    "Can you get my brother in, please? He'll be here in ten minutes," Sawyer asked.

    "Sure, I'll try," Owen nodded. 

    Ten minutes later, Kurt was at The Falcon with us. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, yet he looked WAY overdressed at this bar, where everyone was either naked or in some sort of fetishwear. 

    "Take – it – off! Take – it – off!" I chanted like an annoying child until Kurt agreed to take both his T-shirt and shorts off.

    "Good thing I wore my good undies today," he joked, looking absolutely gorgeous in a pair of white briefs which were the same brand as my jock.

    "We're almost wearing the same thing," I said to Kurt, remembering the taste of his sperm sliding down my throat and winking at him.

    We talked and drank all together for a while, until Owen and Brock announced that they wanted to mingle, and they left to talk to some of our other friends. Sawyer and I had our eyes all over Kurt, and I think we were both kinda excited to get a chance to talk to him without anyone else around.

    "So, how's Jessica?" I asked, sounding almost spiteful, as if I were jealous of the poor girl.

    "She's alright," Kurt nodded, taking a sip of the whiskey my husband had bought him and adjusting his bulge with his other hand.

    "Are you guys a couple now? Cuz that would break a lot of your fans' hearts," I said.

    "Haha, nah. We just have a lot in common, so we get together when we can," said Kurt. "I was feeling horny this morning so I thought I'd see her, but she only had time for a quick chat, then she had to go meet some friends and watch the parade with them."

    "Ah, so she blue-balled you," I concluded loudly.

    "I didn't know that was a verb, but yeah," Kurt laughed. His body was hot and that full bulge looked delicious; but Kurt's most attractive feature was probably the energy he radiated when he smiled. He was so fucking charismatic, he probably didn't even know it. 

    Next to us, two bears who were obviously a couple were dancing together, both wearing leather jocks. Then, the taller of the two spontaneously squatted down, and started eating his partner's ass. As obscene as this would be anywhere else, it mostly went by unnoticed at a place like The Falcon. I did, however, notice Kurt eyeing the two men for several seconds.

    "Ever tried that?" I asked him. "Rimming?"

    "No. No I haven't," he answered.

    "And you call yourself a porn star," I shook my head in disapproval. 

    "You know what's funny about rimming?" Sawyer chimed in. "I'm mostly a bottom, but I enjoy doing it to others more than I enjoy having it done."

    "Yeah, you like eating ass?" I asked my friend. After all these years, I was surprised I didn't know this detail about him.

    "Love it. Brock doesn't care for it either way, so I don't do it to him that often cuz it's just a waste of time. But when I hook up with others I could do it for hours."

    And then, another naughty idea came to my mind. I leaned closer to Sawyer and whispered in his ear,

    "I dare you to eat your brother's ass."

    Sawyer looked at me with his eyes wide open, as if making sure he heard me right. I remembered our earlier dare, and how he sucked Brock's dick in the middle of the street. But this was different; it involved his straight brother, for one. 

    "What're you girls whispering about?" Kurt asked, and I decided to tell him the truth.

    "I was just telling your brother, since he loves eating ass, and you've never had it done before, he should show you."

    "Show me what?" Kurt looked confused.

    "Show you how it feels," I smirked.

    This was the part where I expected Kurt to laugh, or say something like "get the fuck outta here." Surprisingly enough though, he just made eye contact with his little brother, neither of them saying anything for a couple of moments, then Kurt said, "Well, we can't do it here."

    "Why not? They are," I said, pointing to the two bears on the dance floor. "C'mon, just for a few seconds, for shits and giggles."

    Kurt and Sawyer looked nervous, but neither of them was saying no. Finally, Kurt pulled the back of his briefs down, exposing his beautiful ass, even though I couldn't see it since it was facing the corner of the room.

    "Get behind him. No one will see," I told Sawyer. 

    My friend looked like he couldn't believe what was happening; and I didn't blame him, cuz I couldn't believe it either! Sawyer slowly slid behind Kurt in the corner of the room, and I watched as he squatted down, with his face in his big brother's ass.

    "Is he doing it?" I asked Kurt.

    "I can't feel anything. Wait, there… I think it's… Ahhhh, yeah I feel it now."

    "And?! You like it?" I probed, looking at Kurt's amazed face.

    "It's interesting. Wow. I've never felt anything like this before. It's weird, but like… good weird."

    Even though I'd said "just for a few seconds," Sawyer seemed keen to extend the time now that he was down there. He continued to rim his brother's virgin hole as I observed the expressions of bewilderment flashing on Kurt's face. 

    "What's he doing?" I asked eagerly.

    "He's… He's really going in there now. Ahhhh, mmm, he's going in deeper," Kurt said, barely able to speak.

    Whatever Sawyer was doing was working. Looking down, I noticed the bulge in Kurt's briefs was growing bigger with every passing second, until he was so hard that his boner just popped out over the waistband. Feeling daring, I pulled the front of his briefs down as well, tucking them under Kurt's smooth balls. I was tempted to go down on my knees and take his dick in my mouth, but I had an even crazier idea.

    "Turn around," I said to Kurt.

    "What?" he asked.

    "Turn around," I repeated authoritatively. Kurt looked in my eyes for a few seconds, and then finally obeyed.

    "Holy shit!" I thought as I looked over Kurt's shoulder. His boner was now in his little brother's face. Judging by their reaction, I had the weirdest feeling that this wasn't the first time Sawyer had Kurt's cock in his face.

    I stood on the side, hiding what we were doing from view, even though nobody was really paying attention. Today of all days, this bar was a spot for uninhibited sex. I put my thumb on Sawyer's lower lip and gently pushed his mouth open. Next, I placed my other hand on Kurt's cock and started stroking it until I could see the precum oozing out of his piss slit. Then slowly, I guided his cock forward until it was grazing his brother's lips. With Sawyer's mouth open, Kurt proceeded to push in, until I couldn't see his cockhead anymore. Further and further, a few more inches, and Kurt's balls were now up against his baby brother's chin. Kurt's cock was fully in Sawyer's mouth!

    "That feel good?" I asked the two brothers, who both gave me an affirmative "mhm." We didn't need any more talking. The jockstrapped bears next to us were now fucking on the dance floor. Next to them, nobody was really paying attention to what was going on in the corner, nobody but me. I was the only one witnessing my friend sucking his big brother's dick, for what I was certain was the first time in their lives.

    "Mmm, fuck!" Kurt moaned suddenly. He was the more passive party, just standing there, as his little bro took the wheel and did most of the work. I knew for a fact what a good cocksucker Sawyer was, and I also knew that he always wanted to impress his older brother. Now, I was sure Sawyer was using his very best techniques in order to give Kurt a blowjob he'll never forget.

    "He's good, ain't he?" I said to Kurt, smiling.

    "Really fucking good," he moaned out as he placed his hands on his brother's hair, combing his thick fingers though it. 

    "Fuck!" I moaned out as well, now stroking my own cock, which was hard ever since Sawyer got down on the floor. Watching the two brothers was such a turn-on for me, made even more intense by the fact that I was the one who encouraged them to do this. Not like they needed that much encouragement, obviously, since this whole thing was surprisingly easy. I started to wonder how long they had this sexual tension building between them. Ever since Kurt moved in? Or way before that?

    Sawyer was now sucking Kurt's dick with gusto, as if this was the last blowjob he'd ever give. Kurt felt so good that he started to lose balance, and he put one arm around me to keep himself from falling. He was a big boy, but I managed to hold him up. With his arm around me, this felt even more intimate… and hotter!

    Back and forth, Sawyer's head bobbed on his big brother's dick. He was going so hard that I could hear some of the sucking even with all the loud music and the noise at the bar. Pride flags were hanging from every wall, even more than usual. I held up Kurt with one arm while pumping my other hand up and down my own cock aggressively. 

    "Shit, man. Shit, it's coming," Kurt said with his eyes closed. "Don't stop. Keep going. Don't stop," he was saying to his brother. Sawyer was doing the complete opposite of stopping, going faster and faster instead. Until…

    "FUCK!" Kurt grunted and started emptying his balls in his brother's mouth. I was happy to see that he didn't pull out. Even though I couldn't see his load, I knew it was all doing down Sawyer's receptive gullet. Kurt's whole body started to shake so much that I could almost feel his orgasm. And then, my own came, and I shot my load all over the floor. 

    "Fuck, man. Fuck," Kurt continued to moan in pleasure, sounding weak after that cumshot. Sawyer was still squatting on the floor, getting the last few drops of jizz off his brother's cock.

    "No more blue balls, huh?" I asked Kurt with a smile.

    "No more blue balls," he laughed and helped his little brother stand up.