KURT:

    Before shooting a video together a few weeks ago, Bryce and I exchanged numbers and remained in daily contact ever since. I didn't mind spending time with my brother and Brock, but lately I'd been around them too much and I needed to get out of the apartment some more, especially since I was making enough money on FansOnly now to quit my day job. After quitting, I found myself with extra free time, so I could definitely use a new friend. 

    "What're you up to today?" Bryce asked me over lunch in Manhattan one Friday afternoon. It was the third time we were getting together during his lunch break since we'd met.

    "Not much," I replied. "Sawyer's working tonight so we're not shooting anything. Not much to do, really."

    "Do you wanna go out? We can head to The Falcon again," he suggested the place where I watched him fuck my little brother on the dance floor.

    "We can go out, but why's always gotta be The Falcon?" I chuckled.

    "Where would you rather go?" my new buddy asked.

    "You mentioned there's places like that but for straight people?" I said, leaning in closer so as not to be overheard by any of the other diners. We were sitting at a fancy Italian place that definitely had a very different clientele than I'd expect to see at a sex club. Then again… not like I had much experience in that regard.

    "Of course," Bryce said. "Tell you what: I'll go to a straight sex club with you tonight, if you come to The Falcon with me next weekend."

    "Deal," I agreed and offered him my hand to shake across the table. 

    That night, we went to a private club in Brooklyn where Bryce knew a few people. Apparently even though he was gay, he was friends with a lot of folk who described themselves as "fluid," a term that I only half-understood. At the club, my buddy played the role of a tour guide, showing me around and pointing out the dark room and swings area. Pretty soon, I was at the bar getting my dick sucked by two of the prettiest women there, while still chatting with Bryce and the female bartender. I'd always thought of myself as sexually adventurous, but this was a completely new experience for me. Since moving in with my brother and meeting people like Taylor and Bryce, I was quickly realizing how much I'd been missing out on in this wild city.

    The night ended with me fucking both chicks in one of the dimly lit rooms in front of a small audience. I'd learned that all of these places had a strict no-phones policy, which made me feel confident that none of this would end up on the Internet. That's when it hit me: this would be a great location for a FansOnly video! Sawyer was always scouting for new locations where we could film, and I was happy to come up with a suggestion myself. Of course, it would have to be during the day, when they're normally closed. Before leaving the club, I left Sawyer's number with the bartender and asked for the owner to give "my manager" a call. Saying the words made me realize just how far I'd come in such a short amount of time. This was my life now; this was my legit job. All thanks to my little brother.

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    The following Friday, I had to make good on my promise to Bryce and I met him at The Falcon again. He was waiting for me by the bar, shirtless just like the last time we were here, standing next to his little brother Niles.

    "Niles, good to see you!" I said. "Sawer and Brock are joining us later as well."

    The three of us chatted for a while, and I let Bryce talk me into taking my shirt off. With the nights getting hotter and hotter, most of The Falcon's clientele seemed to be shirtless now, many of them donning leather harnesses on their chests. Looking at all of the burly, hairy men, many of them with tattoos and piercings all over their bodies, gave me a different insight into what gay men sometimes looked like, compared to the more feminine image I used to have in my head. For once, I wasn't the beefiest guy in the room, and I wondered what I might look like in ten or fifteen years.

    "You'll be a proper daddy by then," Bryce said to me since we were talking about body types.

    "I don't know, I think he's daddy enough already," Niles chimed in, biting on his straw and looking at my torso as if sizing it up.

    A short while later, we were joined by my brother and Brock. The five of us took some shots and more and more clothes started to come off. Apparently, the bar's coat check let you check in much more than just your coat. I watched as my brother got almost completely naked, leaving nothing but a green jockstrap and his sneakers on, before joining the crowd on the dance floor. There were a few other men as naked as he was, but Sawyer seemed to be drawing the most attention. 

    Soon, he was joined by Bryce and Brock, and I had a flashback to the last time we were here and the three of them hooked up. There was no need for flashbacks, as the same exact scene started playing out once again, while Niles and I stood by the bar.

    "Is that what you did last week, when you went to the straight club with my brother?" Niles asked me, pointing to Bryce squatting on the dance floor and eating my brother's ass.

    "Ha, not quite," I said. "But it was still a fun night."

    Indeed, no matter how crazy I got, my brother seemed to always go one step further. He was currently being rimmed by Bryce and sucked by Brock at the same time, while random people walked by and pinched his nipples. I always assumed that as a gay child-free man in New York my little brother a sexually wild lifestyle. I just couldn't imagine how much!
   At one time, Sawyer made eye contact with me as he started thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking his boyfriend's face. The intense eye contact we maintained almost turned into a blinking contest, since neither one of us wanted to look away. I watched as my brother turned around, taking his hard cock out of Brock's mouth and putting it in Bryce's, giving me a good view of it in between as he dripped precum all over the dance floor. 

    "Fuck, they're hot!" I heard Niles moan next to me as he watched his older brother sucking off Sawyer. I turned to my side and saw Niles's hand on his junk, rubbing what was an obviously hard dick.

    For a moment, I thought how messed up this all was. I mean, Niles was watching his own brother sucking someone off, in the middle of the club, getting turned on! Then again, I couldn't really blame him, since what I had hanging between my legs wasn't fully soft either.

    "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," I announced and made my way downstairs. I probably needed a piss, right, that's why my cock was acting strange? Or was I really getting a boner, at a gay club, surrounded by men, watching my little brother get his dick sucked??

    Down in the men's room, there were three urinals. The one on the left was unoccupied; the one on the right had a shirtless man standing in front of it. The one in the middle had another man squatting on the floor, sucking the man on the right's dick.

    "Hey," I said coolly as a way to announce my arrival. The two men didn't stop, however; I just got a calm "hey" back from the man standing up.

    I pulled out my cock and tried to piss, but for the life of me I couldn't get anything out. The more I tried to strain myself, the harder my cock seemed to get, which only made it less likely I was gonna be able to piss. It didn't help that the man squatting next to me was giving a very loud blowjob; sucking and slurping and stroking, all very audibly. 

    "Mmm. Fuck yeah, boy!" the man standing at the third urinal began to get verbal, putting his hands on the cocksucker's head and starting to fuck his throat aggressively. I couldn't help but look, mesmerized by what was going on, turned on by the fact that these men didn't even care about doing this here. The small men's room had a vague stench of piss, but maybe that was turn-on for them? The cocksucker was wearing a yellow jockstrap which seemed to be made of rubber, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.

    The longer I stood in front of the urinal the harder my dick got, until instead of piss I was leaking precum into the bowl. And then, the squatting guy got off the floor and stood up, leaning his elbows against the wall and poking his ass out. The guy on the right got behind him.

    "Are they gonna fuck right here?!" I wondered. True enough, that's what they started doing, standing just a foot away from me. I watched the jockstrapped guy's face and his expression revealed the pleasure he was feeling as he started to get his hole filled by the other man's dick. This was fucking unbelievable, and it had me rock hard. Just then, a fourth man came down and joined us in the men's room: Niles.

    "Hey," he said calmly, standing by the door and taking the scene in for a couple of moments.

    "Hey. You need a urinal?" I replied, since there was no way I could get myself to piss now. Meanwhile, the two other men continued to fuck, neither of them paying attention to either me or Niles.

    "That's okay, I can use a stall," Niles said. "Wanna join me?"

    It took me a couple of seconds to understand the question. "Why would I join him in a stall?" I asked myself. Of course, I knew why: so he could suck my dick again.

    Without waiting for an answer, Niles headed into the stall nearest to the urinals. My boner was still out and without tucking it away, I followed him there.

    "My brother's fucking your brother upstairs again," Niles revealed to me in the small stall, closing the door behind me. 

    "I'm… sure they're enjoying themselves," I said, absentmindedly stroking my cock.

    "We can do the same thing," he flirted. It was then I expected him to get on the floor and take my dick in his mouth. Instead, I was surprised to see Niles turn around and pull down his pants, exposing his bare ass and poking it out toward me.

    "Does he expect me to fuck him?!" I wondered. The sounds of the other couple fucking by the urinals were echoing in the whole restroom as they got louder and louder. "Fuck yeah, boy!" I heard grunts, painting a vivid picture in my mind of what they were doing. Could we do the same thing?

    Just a few weeks ago, Niles and his brother had sucked my cock on camera, but I'd convinced myself that that was only for the views, a part of the job. Now, there was no camera around, but I was horny as fuck and "any hole is a goal" popped in my mind. And Niles's hole definitely seemed willing! He kept poking his ass out, squeezing and releasing and making his asshole pulse right in front of me. I already had precum dripping out, all over my fingers. It was too much. I was going in!

    "Aaaah!" I moaned in pleasure as I started to slide my hard cock into Niles's tight asshole. It was amazingly receptive, especially considering the fact there was no lube other than the copious amount of precum I was producing. Just seconds later, I was in balls-deep. Fully inside the first man's ass, in my life.

    "Fuck yeah!" we moaned in sync, together with the couple by the urinals. Their fucking seemed to get louder and more aggressive by the second, and suddenly my competitive side kicked in. I wasn't about to let them outfuck us!

    "You like it rough, boy?" I heard myself asking, taken aback by my own word choice.

    "Yes, Daddy," Niles moaned back. I remembered what he'd said about me by the bar earlier: "I think he's daddy enough already."

    "Then fucking take it," I barked, and started to thrust fast. With Niles's loud moans and the sound of my balls slapping against his thighs, it was like we were trying to be louder than the other couple fucking in the room. All four of us went at it like horny beasts, grunting and cussing and breaking a good sweat.

    Five minutes later, I was already nearing the edge. I could feel my dick pulsing inside Niles; my balls throbbing and begging for release. I thrusted harder and whispered in his ear: "I'm gonna cum."

    "Fuck yeah, Daddy, breed me!" was Niles's response. As if triggered by it, I started to blow my load inside his ass, roaring loudly while I unloaded. Niles brought his hand to his own dick and only a couple of strokes later, he was cumming all over the cubicle as well. I felt his hungry ass soak up all of the sperm I could produce, and I wondered if at this very moment, his brother was upstairs unloading inside Sawyer as well.

    When I was finally done shooting, I started to pull out. The couple by the urinals was still going at it. Suddenly, an unexpected feeling of shame surged over me. "What did I just do?" I wondered, putting myself on a guilt trip. "I'm not gay; I'm not even bi. It would be okay if I were, but I'm not. Why did I just do this, then?"

    "Hey, listen," I said to Niles as we buttoned our pants up. "Don't mention any of this to your brother, okay? Let's just keep it between us."