CLARK:

    When sex with my wife began to decline, I coped with it by watching porn and taking care of business on my own. Initially it was only straight porn, but I succumbed to the temptation to venture into the gay categories as well. My own sexual experience was fairly limited: other than my wife, I'd only ever slept with three other women (all of them in college) and gotten a blowjob from one guy shortly after graduation.

    That blowjob had haunted me for almost two decades. It happened at a time when Jane and I were technically engaged to be married, but we were in the middle of a big fight. I didn't even know if we were together anymore or not. I was having a few beers with a male neighbor, when he offered to suck me off to help me relax. I said yes, and for the following few minutes I enjoyed the BEST blowjob of my life… until my then-19-year-old brother Dixon walked into the room.

    Dixon lived with me at the time, and if he was surprised to catch me getting my dick sucked by a dude, he didn't act like it. He simply walked out, and he never told Jane or anyone else about it. To this day, I felt indebted to my brother, which was why I offered him an affordable place to live – right next door to us – when he was dealing with some serious financial difficulties.

    Now 37, Dixon was heavier and hairier but he still exhibited the same easygoing attitude that he had when he was a teenager. I thought I knew everything there was to know about him, but I was absolutely flabbergasted to learn that Dixon often enjoyed sex with other men. He even invited me to watch him fuck some guy he'd met on a hookup app.

    After watching gay porn for years, I couldn't miss out on the opportunity for a live show. I went over to my brother's house, where he and I ended up spit-roasting the dude he'd invited over, a burly construction worker from Maine named Stan. As someone who flipped houses for a living, I'd met a lot of blue-collar workers just like Stan, and they were the last guys I expected to see sucking cock. I was very happy to be proven wrong – especially when I got to blow my load down Stan's throat at the same time as my brother was cumming inside Stan's ass.

    With my balls blissfully empty, I thanked Stan and Dixon for the fun night, put my clothes back on, and went back to my house. Jane was out, probably spending time with the man she thought I knew nothing about, the one she'd been seeing for a few months now. At least she had the good sense to date someone a few towns over, where people didn't know us. Tonight of all nights, I didn't give a shit about any of that. I went to sleep dreaming of spit-roasting Stan with my brother, and the following morning, for the first time since I was in high school, I woke up with cum in my underwear.

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    The following evening, when my brother invited me out for a few drinks, I expected us to go to a bar downtown. Instead, Dixon drove through the woods and parked in front of a small but lovely cottage in the middle of nowhere.

    "Where the hell are we?" I asked as I got out of my brother's truck.

    "This is the house Stan's renting for the week," Dixon explained. 

    I went from perplexed to excited in a flash. This might be an even better way to unwind, especially if Stan was still as eager to please as he was last night. Dixon and I walked over to the front door of the cottage… which opened to reveal a stark-naked Stan.

    The bearded, burly lumberjack greeted us with a lusty smile. I checked out his beefy chest, covered in a forest of hair with two large nipples protruding through it. He was a solid guy who clearly enjoyed his beer and burgers a bit too much, but he still sported solid muscles from hard labor. My eyes scanned down his torso and paused when they reached the girthy appendage hanging between his meaty thighs.

    "Hey fellas. Nice to see you both again," Stan welcomed us, swinging the door open all the way and stepping back to give us room to walk inside.

    The inside of the cottage was unadorned, but the furniture looked new and there was an air of coziness. Stan turned around and walked toward the kitchen, where he picked up a six-pack of beer before heading out to the backyard through a sliding glass door. My brother and I followed our host, both of us staring at his large ass. In my mind's eye, I was replaying the scene I'd witnessed last night: my brother's dick buried deep inside Stan's hole.

    "It's a bit chilly outside but don't worry – there's a hot tub," Stan explained as he walked out in the crisp autumn air without a stitch of clothing on. There was a tall fence surrounding the backyard but even without it we would have plenty of privacy, since there weren't any neighbors around here. Stan put the beer down and took a seat in the tub, which was large enough to fit four or five people. The water was already bubbling invitingly.

    "I guess we're skinny dipping," Dixon said with a wink as he started to take his clothes off. He was naked within seconds, and as I could easily understand why he was such a playboy, popular with women and men alike. He was a handsome, rugged stud, his body taut and slightly more muscular than Stan's. Plus, that tool swinging between my brother's legs was enough to make porn stars jealous.    

    Before I knew it, Dixon was sitting across from Stan in the tub, accepting the beer can that our host handed to him. I was still standing in the middle of the yard, awestruck by the two naked hunks. It felt strange to admit to myself that I found these two men attractive – especially since one of them was my own brother – but I tried to lean into the feeling.

    "You comin', bro?" Dixon called out, waking me from my trance.

    "Uh, yeah, just a sec," I mumbled, realizing I couldn't stall any longer. I hurried out of my clothes and sped to the hot tub, sitting down next to Stan and thanking him for the beer he gave me. 

    As the alcohol hit my tongue and the warm water started to seep into my skin, I felt a sudden sense of relaxation. Stan and Dixon started talking about construction and flipping houses. Even though the conversation wasn't explicit in the slightest, I still couldn't help but feel sexual tension between all three of us.

    Half an hour later, we'd finished two beers each, so Dixon volunteered to get another round from the kitchen. Once I was alone with Stan, I felt him place his right hand on my left knee. It might've been the pleasant buzz I was feeling, but his touch set my heart racing. By the time my brother returned, Stan's hand was creeping up my thigh, inching toward my crotch. Even though the water temperature was near boiling, I started to get goosebumps. I wasn't used to someone being forward like this – and certainly not another man.

    My cheeks were burning, and it wasn't just due to the heat and the booze. Dixon passed out the drinks and sat across from us again, smirking at me in a way that let me know he could see exactly what was happening under the surface of the water. The slow movement of Stan's hand made my dick grow progressively harder and harder. By the time his fingers were grazing my balls, I was sporting a raging hard-on.

    Stan and Dixon continued to talk about work, but underwater, Stan had found my erection and was gripping my shaft tightly. Slowly yet firmly, he was jerking me off right in front of my brother! Dixon's eyes flickered toward Stan's right arm doing the work and my brother's smile deepened. He seemed to approve. When his free hand slipped under the water, I realized not only did Dixon approve… but he was turned on by this. He was jacking off!

    "Why don't you sit up on the edge?" Stan suddenly suggested to me.

    I looked at Dixon, as if I needed his permission. My brother nodded encouragingly, so I went ahead and sat on the edge of the tub, keeping only my lower legs in the water. Dixon and Stan had gone silent and they were both staring at my hard dick, pointing up at the star-strewn sky. Stan didn't take long to slide in front of me, running his hands up my thighs before slurping my boner into his mouth. I couldn't stop myself from gasping, enjoying the pleasant warmth of his wet mouth.

    Before yesterday, it had been literal years since I'd last had a blowjob. Now, this marked the second one in two days. I had to concentrate on not cumming just yet, so I took a big swig of my beer and did my best to calm down. I don't know how he did it, but Stan managed to swallow my entire shaft with incredible ease, burying his nose in my pubes in a way that my wife had never managed to do. He would then work back toward the head of my cock, swirling his tongue as he went along.

    My breath was now coming in soft groans while Stan serviced me. My brother was simply enjoying the show, sipping his beer and coming to sit up on the edge just like I was. The sight of his erection made my own cock even harder. Dixon waved his dick around, showing it off to me, before wrapping his fist around it and pumping up and down.

    "Mmm," Stan moaned with a mouthful of my manhood. Did he really enjoy doing this so much? I started to wonder what it must be like, sucking another man's dick. The idea was certainly intriguing. Before I knew it, the words had left my mouth on their own. 

    "Why don't we switch?" I said.

    Both Stan and my brother had similar looks of surprise mixed with amusement. Dixon raised his eyebrows, but Stan didn't hesitate. He sat up on the edge of the tub, put his hand on my shoulder, and gently pushed me back into the water. I turned to face him and I looked at his hairy thighs with that thick cock in between them. It was intimidating, but I'd made up my mind. I didn't want to chicken out, especially not with my brother watching. I reached up tentatively and I grasped Stan's shaft, feeling the weight in my hand.

    "It's alright, Clark. Start simple with just the head," Dixon said behind me. I heard some splashing as my brother got back into the water and waded his way until he was standing next to me.

    I leaned forward… and finally let the tip of Stan's girthy dick slide into my mouth. The first thing I noticed was the salty taste of his precum, which would've grossed me out in the past, but this time it was a major turn-on. I couldn't believe how soft it felt against my tongue. I willed myself to go further, getting a few inches in my mouth before I hit my gag reflex.

    "Not bad for a first timer, eh Stan?" my brother said proudly while rubbing my back for encouragement.

    "Not bad at all," Stan agreed with a chuckle.

    "Don't forget to play with his balls, too. I bet he'd love that," Dixon whispered in my ear.

    With one hand I did what my brother suggested and started tugging on Stan's nuts. My other hand went to Stan's shaft, gripping the part I couldn't handle in my mouth just yet. The increased volume of his moaning let me know he was enjoying this so I continued, bobbing my head up and down while my brother rubbed my bare back.

    I was surprised by how much I was getting into this. My own dick remained rock hard, even though I wasn't even touching it. Next thing I knew, Dixon took my hand – the one that was pulling on Stan's balls – and he moved it to the man's taint. I went with it, and I even took it a little further by circling Stan's hairy hole. I pressed into him with a finger and he instantly relaxed to let me in.

    "Ahhh, fuck yeah, man, finger my hole," Stan groaned in that deep voice of his.

    He then grabbed onto my head, guiding the pace of the blowjob. He was rough, but careful not to make me choke or gag too violently. He kept going faster and faster until I knew what must be coming next.

    "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot in your brother's mouth," Stan gasped.

    "Do it man! I'm so close, too," Dixon announced. "Watching you guys is so fucking hot."

    Finally, Stan pushed my head down, making me take the final inch of his dick right before he started cumming in my mouth. The salty, bitter fluid hit the back of my throat and there was nothing I could do but swallow. Dixon was moaning next to me as well, probably cumming in the water. Stan kept going, feeding me his jizz like it was coming out of a hose.

    When I was allowed to pull back, I saw that Stan was out of breath. I looked down and saw my brother's sperm floating around us. Stan patted me on the cheek appreciatively, and Dixon put an arm around my shoulders. My brother pulled me into a hug, and with my hard dick wedged between our bellies I began to blow my load.

    "That was awesome, bro," Dixon whispered in my ear. I had no idea if he was even aware that I was cumming. Everything was happening so quickly. My brother's next words surprised me even more. "I didn't know you would turn out to be such a good cocksucker. Maybe next time you can suck mine," he laughed. I couldn't tell if he was kidding or not, but I proceeded to shoot another large wad of cum in the water.