SUMMER 2019 | OWEN:

    I always felt like marriage was supposed to be this life-changing event that revolutionized everything. But for Taylor and me it kinda… wasn't. We were still very happy, but it just didn't change that much about our lives. We already lived together. Neither of us wanted to change his last name. And we still enjoyed sex with other men, either together or separately.

    If anything, the biggest change this year was the fact we got a third roommate: Taylor's brother Rory. Although my newlywed spouse insisted that having his brother around would cause too big of a distraction in our lives, I insisted on offering Rory a place to stay. Their family was going through a lot and they didn't need this hassle on top of everything, plus I had my own selfish reasons. I always liked Rory, and I wanted a chance to get to know him better, spend more time together, become proper brothers-in-law. 

    Turns out, I got my wish. Rory and I got to know each other a LOT better. Barely 24 hours into living with us, the college grad got to see me fuck his brother in the shower. To be frank, that was partly my intention when I left the bathroom door open. I was tipsy after a night of drinking at the bar where my husband worked, and I wanted Rory to hear the two of us fucking in the bathroom. But even in with my pervy mind I didn't imagine that Taylor's bro would actually walk into the bathroom while we were there and casually start brushing his teeth. I knew everything I needed to know just then. Rory was cool with all of this. We had his blessing to continue screwing all over the apartment, even while he was present. And I intended to take advantage of that. Making eye contact with Rory while thrusting balls-deep inside his big brother's hole was one of the highlights of my sex life thus far. 

    The following day Rory was coming over to the gym and he decided to bring Taylor along. I hooked my brother-in-law up with a free month's membership, and he and my husband went over to the locker room to change (but not before I gave Taylor a hot kiss and an even hotter ass grope). 

    A few minutes later, I met the Johnston brothers on the gym floor. Taylor was dressed in one of his usual slutty gym ensembles, and I wished the same would've been true for Rory, who looked more conservative in basketball shorts and a baggier T (then again, this gym was so fucking gay that the Village People looked conservative in comparison). I had work to do but every now and then I popped in to check up on the two of them, giving them pointers and, in Taylor's case, shoving my tongue in his mouth. I was happy to see that even though he wore baggy clothes, Rory liked to wear his shorts very low, basically sliding halfway down his ass, especially when he squatted. I made sure to get behind him and get an answer to the perennial question (boxers or briefs) but I was very surprised when I saw his shorts sag to reveal two bare asscheeks with just a colorful waistband on top of them. My brother-in-law was wearing a jockstrap! Because of the distinct pattern, I knew for a fact that my husband had one just like it, and I had a strong suspicion that he had lent it to his little brother for the duration of the workout. This turned me on and I went to stand in front of Rory next. Under the pretense of showing him how to squat properly, I also made sure to show off the waistband of the white jock I had on. 

    That evening, I asked Taylor if he'd let his brother borrow a jock at the gym. "Yes, it was mine," my husband revealed. "And it was unwashed from my last workout," he winked, knowing all too well this would cause a stir in my pants. We were lying in bed and I jumped on top of Taylor, quickly ripping all of our clothes off and shoving my member in his ass before it was even fully hard. Once inside Taylor's rectum, I reached full erection within seconds and I started to bang him so hard that I was surprised he still had the power to speak.

    "I… I still have the jock – aaaah – I still have the jock in my bag," my submissive lover moaned out. Thankfully, his duffle bag was right by the bed, so he was able to retrieve the desired item without me pulling out of him. He handed me the jock and I immediately buried my nose in it, feeling both brothers' musk that was on there. Rory had quite a strenuous workout today, going on for over an hour and a half. The jock was nice and sweaty and still moist.

    "When did you last wear it?" I asked my husband while raiding his hole with my horny dick. 

    "Two days ago," Taylor moaned, his anal ring opening up wider to take all of me in. "I forgot to wash it since."

    "Good thing you didn't. I can feel both of you on here. Here, smell!" I grunted, shoving the cotton item in Taylor's face, suffocating him with it. The sweaty jock had a stronger effect than the strongest bottle of poppers. It made Taylor's hole completely loosen up, allowing me to fuck him mercilessly without worrying that I was hurting him. 

    With my jockstrapped hand covering his nostrils, Taylor struggled to breathe. He opened his mouth and I could feel his lips and his tongue touching the jock as well, licking his little brother's DNA that was on there. After a few minutes, I decided he'd had enough and I selfishly reapplied the underwear on my own face, taking its scent in. It had an effect on me as well, causing me to blow my load inside my husband only minutes after we'd begun fucking. With the stimulation of his younger brother's pheromones, I blew my batter inside Taylor, breeding him like the fucking cumdump that he was before passing out next to him and giving him a cuddle and a heartfelt "I love you."​

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    A few days later, I had a lunch date with Jeffrey and Mark – the two of my dad's best buds who lived in the city. It was nice to get a chance to catch up. Jeffrey was still going strong with his partner Mitchell. Even though they'd been dating for almost 15 years now, Jeff shared that they had no intention of marrying, but they were very happy nonetheless. Mark was a bit more coy when it came to his love life. Now that he was out of the closet, when asked about dating he said that he was "meeting new people." Whether there was anyone special in his life I didn't know, and I didn't wanna pry. Mark always moved in very conservative circles, and I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up dating someone even more discreet than Mark was. I could see him with one of New York's famous politicians, bankers, or restaurateurs, keeping their relationship on the DL because they were just old-school like that.

    We also gossiped about the rest of the group. C.J. and his wife seemed perfectly happy with their son in Louisiana. And over in Michigan, I was happy to let everyone know that Scott, my father's best friend, was finally in a longterm relationship. Scott's divorce was decades ago – I still remember he announced it when I was 16 and joined dad and his buds on one of their trips for the first time – but it fucked him up so bad that it took him all this time to find someone else to settle down with. Although leading drastically different lives, each of my dad's buds seemed happy in his own way and I was thrilled for this group of men, who all deserved it.

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    A week after moving in with us, Rory was out for a social call with a new friend he'd met in the city (at the gym, of all places). It was a Sunday and the sun was a bit too strong, so my husband and I were spending all day indoors, fucking. Taylor was locked in his cock cage, begging for release as I teased and tickled his prostate, breeding him time after time, filling him with so much of my spunk that it was gushing out all over my smooth balls while I continued to drill his hole.

    Neither of us was worried about the time or the fact that Rory was still out. Finally, as more and more neighbors switched off their lights to go to sleep, we heard my young brother-in-law enter the apartment. 

    "Ah, fuck! Fuck," my husband panted as I thrusted back and forth inside his cunt. I expected to hear Rory walking to the bathroom, brushing his teeth, and going to sleep on the couch. To my surprise, what I heard instead was a knock on our bedroom door.

    "Yes?" I said loudly, and the door opened. I made no effort to pull out of Taylor or pull the cover over us. 

    "Sorry, I just need to get my clothes for tomorrow, so I don't wake you up in the morning," Rory said humbly. Most of his stuff was in the wardrobe in our bedroom, the only available storage space in the apartment.

    "Go ahead," I said coolly as my cock pulsed inside Rory's brother, filling his soft hole with a generous amount of my precum. Taylor bit his lower lip and squeezed my tool with his anus, communicating with me in a secret language only I could hear. Looking down between my husband's legs, his feet resting on my chest, I saw Taylor's poor locked cock squirting out even more precum than I was currently releasing inside his ass.

    "While you're here," I turned back to Rory, "can you hand me the key that's in my jean pocket?"

    "Sure," my brother-in-law acquiesced. He reached for my pants on the floor and handed me the tiny key that unlocked Taylor's genital prison. As he did that, Rory and I made fiery eye contact, and I made sure to continue thrusting back and forth inside his brother's pussy, showing Rory what a good bottom his big brother was.

    I unlocked Taylor's cock, which immediately sprung out like a hungry tiger ready to hunt. I pushed inward with my rod, my balls slapping Taylor's ass and my dickhead tapping his prostate, causing his prick to speedily go hard.

    Rory turned his back to us to go rummaging through the wardrobe. Meanwhile, I continued tap-tap-tapping Taylor's G spot, preparing his reward which he'd been patiently awaiting all day. 

    "Ah, fuck. Fuck yes! Fuck yeah!!!" my hubby shouted, too horny to care or control himself. "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah," he chanted as I went harder and faster on his ass, preparing him for an unforgettable orgasm. I knew Taylor could cum handsfree if I kept going like this, which was precisely my goal. 

    With his little brother standing just a couple of feet from us, I mustered all my strength and sexual power and fucked my husband like there was no tomorrow. Mere seconds later, it had the desired effect. Taylor was yelling "Ahhhh, fuck!! Fuck yes, Daddy! FUUUCK!" all the while shooting a huge load all over his hairy chest. I looked down, witnessing Taylor's dick erupt. After a day of teasing, his nuts were finally allowed to empty. And empty they did! By the time Taylor was done cumming all over himself, he looked like he'd been in the center of a well-populated bukkake. 

    Lured in by the orgasmic yells of pleasure, Rory turned to face us. He might act cool all he wanted, but there was no denying this. Whether you're gay or straight, this was pure, hot, passionate sex, and there was no avoiding it. As Taylor bust his nut, his sphincter clutched my cock, desperately pleading for it to cum as well. 

    Just then, Rory and I made eye contact. I couldn't help but shoot my brother-in-law a wink. At this moment of ultimate intimacy, he felt more like a full brother to me – a feeling that made me very happy. With my "brother" and my husband in the room, I was able to let go one final time for the day. While still looking at Rory I let out a loud "Fuuuck," and then I lost sight of him because my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I was shooting my spooge inside my husband's well-bred ass, giving his younger brother a front-row view of the show.

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This scene from Rory's perspective in 

My Brother and His Husband, Chapter 4: "New Best Buddy"

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The End