SAWYER:

    That whole weekend after filming the shower video with my brother, my boyfriend fucked me so many times, to the point where I could barely walk on Monday morning. I got up to take a piss and limped back into bed, where Brock dumped yet another load inside my already-flooded hole. Only then were we finally ready to get dressed and have some breakfast.

    We walked into the kitchen to quite the sight: my brother stark naked, standing in front of the coffee machine waiting for it to finish, leaning against the counter with his muscular ass poking out.

    "Oh, shit!" Kurt jumped when he heard us come in, and quickly reached for a towel to cover his junk. "Sorry."

    "No need," my boyfriend said.

    "I got used to living on my own after the divorce, so it's hard to break the habit," my brother smiled at us. The tea towel he was holding was hardly big enough to conceal his hefty package.

    "Listen, Kurt, this is your house now as well. We didn't mind when our previous roommate walked around naked. Besides, you're shooting porn, for fuck's sake! You know we're gonna see it, what with Sawyer being your cameraman and manager and all."

    "Cool. I just didn't wanna be disrespectful or anythin'," my brother said.

    "At this point, I feel disrespected that you would even think that," Brock continued, and Kurt removed the towel, revealing his gorgeous cock and large ball sack. All of a sudden, my throat felt as dry as the Sahara.

    "So what're your plans for today?" Brock asked my brother as I hobbled to the fridge to get some water. 

    "Well, your boyfriend's meeting me at the gym to take some pictures," Kurt answered. "If he can even make it there, since he can barely walk. Looks like you gave it to him good last night, huh?"

    "Best believe," Brock chuckled, and I saw him and my brother snicker at one another, trading a quick high-five. They laughed like two frat bros bragging about pounding pussy, continuing to talk about me like I wasn't here.

    "Not just last night. I've pounded so many loads into him the past day and a half," Brock said with a satisfied grin, "I'm surprised he can even stand up."

    "Fuck, man, you're a champ. I know my little brother needs it like that, though," Kurt replied, grinning just like my boyfriend. Speaking to me, my brother added, "You gonna be okay there, Sawyer? Do you need to head back to bed for a while before we hit the gym?" His tone was a teasing one, which I'd been familiar with since childhood. But this was the first time my brother had ever teased me about getting fucked.

    "I'll be okay," I said, "I've got the day off so I'll rest until then." 

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    That afternoon, I woke up from my nap to find a text from Kurt saying that he'd left on a few errands and would meet me at the gym. When I arrived there, he was standing outside the front door holding his gym bag and wearing a large T-shirt and basketball shorts. We greeted one another, and I had to endure one more tease about my ass being too tired to work out before entering the building.

    This was a chain gym that we'd both grabbed free passes for online. I walked by it sometimes and I knew it wouldn't be too busy at this time, since most people were still at work. I wanted a place where no one knew us, just in case we got caught. A good friend of mine named Owen was in the process of opening up his own gym, and I'd already added my boyfriend, my brother, and myself to the list of customers as soon as it opens. I couldn't wait: I knew we could get away with anything there! For now, we'd have to be a bit more discreet at this chain gym, but I was confident Kurt would look hot wherever we were. 

    "I'll go stash my bag and then we can get started," my brother said as we headed into the locker room. "And you need to change, right?" he asked, pointing at my jeans.

    "Yes. And so do you," I added, pulling out another sexy workout outfit I'd picked for him. Kurt just rolled his eyes and accepted the clothes I handed him: a tank top of Brock's, and short shorts and a jockstrap of mine (which I knew would be obscenely small on Kurt; just what I was going for).

    I handed Kurt his clothes and then changed into my own workout gear, which was cute but much less showy than what I'd brought for him. Kurt stood in front of me naked, his big cock swinging left-to-right like a pendulum as he tried to get his thick legs through the straps of the jock. He pulled on the red tank top next and I was happy to see it fit him tight enough that I could see his abs, just as I'd hoped. Then, he held up my teeny white shorts.

    "Jesus, dude," he marveled, chuckling to himself. "These are fucking tiny!" That was, of course, the point. As Kurt slid them on, I saw that they were actually going to cover a little more of his ass than I expected. I'd hoped for the rear straps of the jock to peek out in the back, but the hem was about an inch below them. Still, they'd be visible during many of the exercises I'd have my brother doing as I captured video with my phone. In front, things were exactly what I'd planned. The fabric clung tightly to Kurt's bulge, or rather to the pouch of the jock. Even through the two thin layers of fabric, I could see right where his cockhead was, as well as the curve of each of his balls individually. It was perfect! 

    When we walked out onto the gym floor, I noticed a few people staring at my brother already. Appreciative and intrigued looks came from the few women there, with more awe and spectatorship from some of the men. We headed to an empty corner, near some free weights and leg machines but far from the rest of the patrons.

    I ran Kurt through a series of exercises, all chosen to show off particular muscles and assets. The focus was my brother's ass and bulge, of course. But he had amazing arms and a broad chest which my camera zoomed in on as well. For a while, Kurt pulled his shirt off (even though you weren't supposed to do that here) and I recorded a couple of minutes of him working out shirtless, looking like a fucking Greek god.

    Later, I had my brother do some squats with a barbell across his shoulders, his legs spread wide as I crouched down behind him. Just like I'd expected, the straps of his jock peeked out when he lowered his body down, as well as a good inch or two of his glutes. The fabric of his shorts gathered in between his asscheeks and then was squeezed as he stood up, so with each rep it seemed like more and more of Kurt's ass was showing. I couldn't have planned it like this, and I felt incredibly lucky. I could see making a gif out of this, maybe with his FansOnly URL showing in the corner, for all the ass lovers out there.

    The other unexpectedly good footage came when Kurt was on a leg press machine, doing the last exercise of the day. He was almost fully reclined on the seat with his knees nearly at his chest, ready to get started. I stood in front, facing him, with a clean shot of his crotch.

    While filming, I was hoping that the pouch of the jock would pop out of between the backs of his thighs (it hadn't yet) and that the straps of the jock would be visible at all times (they were). Once I got in even closer, I realized that as he came back down with the weight, Kurt's legs were spread so wide that he was giving me an outstanding look at his asshole, visible right below where the straps of the jock joined together. In this light, the white shorts were almost completely see-through; and after being worn by me for so many years, the fabric between the legs was especially thin. 

    I zoomed in on my brother's pucker, which winked at me with each rep. It looked tight as fuck! – no surprise there. "Brock's gonna die when he sees this," I thought to myself. My boyfriend had a thing for tight holes, as my own ass could attest to. But unlike me, my brother almost definitely had a virgin hole, unpenetrated by as little as a pinky finger.

    "Let's wrap this up out here," I said, standing up to clear my head, and turning around to face away from Kurt. I didn't want him to see how hard I was in my shorts. I'd even felt some precum oozing out while I was crouched down, but I quickly checked and was happy to see there was no visible stain. No matter what, I had to remain professional; not only because this was my brother, but also because we were now in business together. However, it was precisely the fact that this was "forbidden" that made the perv in me horny as fuck! 

    "Are we all done?" my brother asked. "We'll... finish up somewhere, right? You said probably the locker room?"

    "Yeah, we'll check things out in there," I assured him as we headed that way. Was I imagining things, or was Kurt actually looking forward to "finishing up"?

    We stopped at our lockers, which were far from both the door and the showers. At a gayer gym, this would've been a popular spot for cruising and hooking up. Here, we could hear men changing in other parts of the locker room, but my brother and I had this little area all to ourselves. And I was planning on fully taking advantage of that.

    "Take your shirt off," I said to Kurt, getting my camera phone ready and kneeling down in front of him to get a good upward angle as he took off his tank top. He did it slowly, just like I'd been teaching him, staring at the camera seductively with a smirk that made my cock pulse in my shorts again.

    "He learns fast," I thought proudly. "Take the jock off, but put the shorts back on," I instructed. With the shorts being so thin, I thought it would make for a few sexy shots.

    Kurt did as he was told, pulling my shorts over his bare cock. He was now rubbing himself and his cock was starting to chub up as well. The thin fabric was clinging to every vein and curve on his shaft, and I could see the swelling head of his dick poking out just past the hem. My eyes were locked on the screen to make sure the framing stayed consistent, when all I wanted to do was toss the phone away and focus on what was in front of me with my own eyes… and hands… and lips.

    "Fuck, this material is like silk across my dick, Sawyer," Kurt said with a small moan of pleasure. "I might have to keep these."

    "Feel free," I replied, turned on by the fact that my big brother was enjoying my shorts, which I'd jerked off and been fucked in many times before. 

    Soon, Kurt slowly stroked his cock to full hardness under the shiny fabric. After doing some more teasing and peeking his cock through one of the legholes, I told him to slide down the shorts as well, showing everything off.

    It occurred to me then that being crouched in front of a naked guy in a gym locker room felt very familiar to me. Normally, I would be holding the guy's cock in my hand, not my phone. And of course, it wouldn't be my older brother in front of me. But Kurt looked hotter than pretty much all of the guys I normally hooked up with. If I wasn't running his FansOnly page, I'd definitely be subscribed to it.

    Kurt jerked off for my camera again, one of his hands sliding up and down his shaft quickly, while the other was tugging on his smooth balls. Soon, I could see his sack tightening up and I figured we were on the home stretch. 

    "Where should I cum?" my brother asked me with a hint of a moan in his voice, as his hand wanked faster and faster. 

    My first thought was to say "the bench," but then I realized it was off-white and the jizz wouldn't really show. Then, I noticed the lockers were a dark shade of blue.

    "Do it on one of the lockers. And I'll take a vid of the cumshot," I whispered as random men talked in other parts of the locker room. Kurt just grinned at me, entertained by my suggestion.

    "That's kinda hot," he said and picked up the pace one final time. A minute later, he stepped up to one of the lockers, placing his cockhead about an inch from it.

    "Fuck yeah," my brother moaned quietly while I filmed the whole ordeal. "Here it comes..."

    I could actually hear the impact of the first shot of cum as it hit the locker. The subsequent blasts were just as strong. I noticed how thick my brother's load was, pearly white against the locker's blue door. I knew some pornstars took supplements just to make their loads bigger or thicker. My brother could outdo all of them all by himself. The downward movement of his load was hypnotizing, and I made sure to get the whole thing on camera.

    Kurt kept cumming for about ten more seconds, then he let out a long breath and stepped back as I stopped recording.

    "Wow," my brother said, apparently in awe of his own achievement. "That was fucking hot. Let's clean this up; it looks like someone's using this locker."

    Now that the climax was over, my brother was conscientious enough to clean his jizz off the stranger's locker he'd just shot on.

    "I'll take care of that," I whispered to Kurt. "You go take a shower."

    Since I'd been taking pictures rather than working out, I didn't need a shower, and Kurt left by himself. As soon as he disappeared, I turned to the locker marked by my brother's cum. Since Kurt's load was so thick, it was running down the door slowly, still not hitting the floor.

    Getting down on my knees in front of the locker, my heart was racing as I looked closely at the thick globs slowly sliding down the smooth surface. I quickly pulled my hard dick out of my shorts and started jerking off. I leaned in, pressing my face against the door of the locker and extending my tongue. I allowed my brother's cum to ooze onto it and then moved my head higher, collecting the entire trail of cum inside my mouth. When I was done, I did a second sweep, making sure I got every last bit of my brother's DNA and swallowing it all down while shooting my own load onto the floor. 

    "Mmm. Fuck!" I moaned to myself while busting my nut, the taste of my brother's babies in my mouth. Crouched down, I continued for a few more glorious seconds until I was done cumming. 

    I cleaned up after myself and went back to my locker to change back into my jeans. As if it was fate, a hot young guy who'd been eyeing us earlier on the gym floor came to this part of the locker room, and my eyes got wide when I saw him unlock the locker I'd just licked clean.

    "Hey man," he said when he noticed me looking, and offered me his hand, which had just been touching his locker. "What's good? I'm Bryce."