CLARK:

    I'd learned not to ask too many questions when my brother Dixon said he had a surprise for me. But after half an hour in Dixon's truck driving to an unknown destination, I had to turn to him and ask, "Where are we going?"
   "An adult book store," he said from behind the wheel. "Turns out there's one in the area. We'll be there in about ten minutes."

    I'd never been to an adult book store, so I had no idea what to expect. Frankly, I couldn't imagine a business making a profit by selling books in this day and age. Besides, my brother wasn't really an avid reader, as far as I knew. But when we arrived at the store, I realized there were very few books or magazines to be bought. Most of the items up for sale were sex toys, and the venue seemed to make money by charging for entry to the second floor.

    "What's upstairs?" I asked Dixon.

    "C'mon, I'll show ya," he said with a grin, handing some cash to the salesclerk who let us go up the stairs, where we found a bunch of booths with screens in them.

    "So people come here to watch porn and jerk off?" I asked my brother. "Seems like something they can do on their phones, no?"

    "Yeah but you see those holes in walls?" Dixon pointed out. "They're called gloryholes. You know what a gloryhole is, right?"
   "Yes," I nodded. I'd heard the term before but even if I hadn't, it was easy to guess based on the height and size of the holes.

     My brother and I went inside a booth and closed the door behind us. I listened carefully, but I couldn't hear a single person other than us.

    "So now what, we just wait?" I said to Dixon.

    "Someone will show up before long," he assured me… and he was right. After only a few minutes, I could hear footsteps entering the adjacent booth. Dixon faced the wall, unzipping his jeans with easy confidence. Fishing out his thick flaccid cock, he pushed himself into the gloryhole like it was routine. Without as much as a hello, the stranger on the other side of the wall swallowed my brother's dick with a loud wet slurp.

    Dixon's groans filled the booth as his dick grew harder, and he began to fuck the cocksucker's face. Suddenly, I completely understood the appeal of places like this. The anonymity offered comfort, and I could easily imagine married, curious, or closeted men coming here. Men not unlike myself…

    "You wanna go ahead?" my brother offered, nodding his head toward the hole.

    I blinked a few times before realizing my own dick was straining against my zipper. I fumbled with my belt, my hands shaking. It took me a couple of moments to pull my jeans down, during which time I watched my brother's muscular thighs tensing as he continued to buck against the wall. Finally, Dixon pulled back, revealing his spit-slick shaft and smiled, allowing me to his place at the gloryhole.

    My heart was racing a mile a minute as I stepped forward, my erect dick twitching. Seconds later, a warm, wet mouth was enveloping me. The sensation was shocking at first, mostly because I couldn't see the person on the other side of the partition. My balls tightened as the thrill hit me. No name, no face, no eyes, just a mouth that seemed keen to devour me with hunger. 

    I surrendered to the pleasure, my hips setting a steady rhythm. As I began to approach the edge, my brother tapped my shoulder, eager for another turn. Frankly, I'd completely forgotten that Dixon was standing behind me. I moved to the side, massaging his shoulders as he shoved his dick back through the hole, getting it serviced by the stranger's talented mouth again. My brother's arm reached toward me, pulling my head to the back of his neck. I took the hint and I kissed the sensitive spot as Dixon started thrusting again, fucking the anonymous cocksucker's throat.

    "Hell yeah, that's the spot," Dixon groaned, though I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or the other guy. 

    Sweat started to drip down my brother's neck, and I licked it off before nibbling his ear. When we swapped places again, my legs were trembling. Now, Dixon stood behind me and put his hand down my pants, sliding it in my crack and locating my hole. His rough fingers circled the spot, teasing me. He pulled his hand back and hawked a wad of spit. Then, his fingers returned in my jeans, wet this time, pressing against my pucker.

    "Relax, bro," Dixon murmured into my ear, pressing more firmly.

    I gasped loudly as I relaxed enough for his index finger to slide into me. He worked me open with one finger, then two, scissoring gently until I was loose and clenching greedily. He kissed my neck like I'd done to him, only he was sharper with his teeth, biting down like a vampire, which drove me wild. The cocksucker on the other side seemed to get even more enthusiastic, which didn't help the situation at all. Fuck, I was close to cumming once again.

    "You should let him fuck you," Dixon whispered against my ear, his breath hot, his free hand stroking my back. "It feels incredible, better than my fingers. Trust me."

    The sucking stopped abruptly. The cocksucker must've heard my brother's comment. Dixon stepped backward, pulling me with him. Through the hole emerged a throbbing dick, dripping with precum. Dixon gripped my shoulders and spun me around. He was guiding me confidently, maintaining eye contact with me as he pulled my pants and underwear all the way down.

    I bent at the waist as my younger brother pushed me back toward the wall, impaling me on the stranger's cock. The man pushed in slowly, the stretch burning, but I didn't care. He filled me inch by inch until my ass was hitting the wall. I braced myself against my brother as the dude started pumping into me. Moaning loudly enough to be heard clearly, my anonymous top was thrusting with steady strokes that found all my most sensitive spots. 

    "You like that, don't you? You love gettin' fucked raw by a stranger," Dixon growled before taking a step back and pushing my head down to make me suck his dick. 

    The guy who was fucking me picked up the pace, clearly turned on by my brother's dirty talk. My mouth opened and my lips stretched around Dixon's dick, sliding it across my tongue and down my throat. Each deep plunge from behind pushed me forward, driving my brother's tool further down my gullet.

    After about ten minutes of being spit-roasted in this position, I suddenly felt emboldened and realized I was craving more… I was craving my brother's dick. Dixon sure was ready, his shaft slick and throbbing, the large vein on his dick popping out. I looked up at my brother and said two words: "Fuck me."​​​

    That's all it took. Dixon pulled me in and then spun me around. Next, he shoved inside my ass with a grunt, his hands gripping my hips as he drove forward. I was already broken in and loosened up by the stranger, so Dixon was able to easily glide into my hole, despite the challenging girth of his tool.

    Leaning forward, I took the anonymous dick, still warm from my ass, into my mouth. The stranger tasted salty and musky, which only made me hornier. I wouldn't say it out loud, but at that moment I felt like the dirtiest slut on the planet. I was getting barebacked by my own brother, while going ass-to-mouth on a stranger's cock through a gloryhole. My knees were shaking, but I supported myself against the wall while Dixon's continued to drive forward, pounding me harder by the minute.

    "Fuck yeah. Take my dick, your filthy slut," Dixon barked, as if reading my thoughts. "You ready to take my load? I can tell your ass is begging for it."

    I couldn't answer with a dick down my throat, but it didn't matter. Seconds later, Dixon was grunting and cumming; hot spurts of fraternal spunk flooding my insides. He shot so much jizz I could feel it already dripping out my hole and down my thighs. Then, with one final thrust, my brother held me against his groin and let out a few more ropes deep inside me. When he pulled out, my hole was aching yet satisfied, and I did my best to clench it closed so I could keep Dixon's babies inside of me.

    Even though my brother had just bred me, we were far from over. To my shock, Dixon let his pants fall to the floor before backing his own ass up to the gloryhole. He smirked at me, which quickly turned into a grimace as the stranger's cock started to push inside my brother's ass. Dixon's burly muscular frame quivered as his hole was stretched by raw, anonymous dick. He let out a deep groan, his dick still hard and pointing straightforward, as the man started fucking him faster.

    "C'mon man, harder!" Dixon bellowed aggressively, demanding the man on the other side to let loose. "Ram it in me. Make me feel it!"

    This was typical of my brother: bossy and gritty and tough, even while he was taking it up the ass! Since he was still boned up, I knelt in front of him, deepthroating Dixon as he slammed his ass backward against the wall to meet every thrust from the stranger.

    "Deeper, goddamn it. Breed me like you mean it," Dixon's voice cracked on the last word, his hands coming down to hold my head in place as his fucked my throat.

    The stranger obliged, pounding Dixon until he roared. Dixon shot his second load, feeding me while getting bred by the stranger. I held two fingers close to my brother's hole and I felt cum leaking out of it. A moment later, he pulled away, panting. Without a word, he turned and put his ass in my face, shoving my head in between his sweaty cheeks.

    "Suck it out, bro. Clean my ass. Swallow every drop of his load," Dixon ordered, grinding his crack against my nose.

    I shoved my tongue in his cummy hole, tasting the stranger's thick, bitter load mixed with Dixon's musk. It was filthy, but wildly intimate. My hand shot to my crotch, and I jerked off until I was cumming all over the floor, savoring the mystery load, my face shining with sweat, spit, and cum.

    "Great job, man," Dixon called through the hole. "Why don't you come on over and join us here?"

    I heard the stranger walk over to our booth and open the door, which we'd left unlocked. My face was still buried in my brother's ass, so I heard the mystery man's voice before I looked up to see his face. "Hi, Uncle Dixon. Hi, Dad," my son Tyler said with a smile.