DIXON:

    Although I had a lot of fun with Stan while he was staying in New Hampshire, I assumed I would never hear from him again after he returned to Maine. That was simply how things went with men on hookup apps: exchange phone numbers, say you'll keep in touch, and then it turns out to be nothing but a fleeting fling. For that reason, I was surprised to pull my phone out of my pocket one Thursday afternoon and see Stan's name on the caller ID.

    "Stan! How's it going, buddy?" I asked, wiping sweat off my forehead.

    "All good, man. Just got done with work, so I figured I'd give you a call during my drive home. How you been?"
   "It's been a hectic week since you left," I said. "I started working for my brother so that's been keeping me busy."

    "What's it like, working for Clark?" Stan's voice asked over the sound of traffic. I assumed he had the windows down so he could smoke while driving.

    "It's alright. He keeps saying we're 'partners,' but he's just doing that to humor me. I'm really just a contractor he hired to fix the houses he's flipping. I started work on one of the properties. It's a real dump, but we'll spruce her up soon enough," I said, looking around the empty living room of the house that I was in, covered in dust and debris.

    "You gotta do what the boss man tells you, especially when he's also your big brother," Stan said. "Have the two of you hooked up with anyone else since I left?"
   "No, it's been all work and no play," I lamented. "Clark and I haven't even had a chance to be alone. But he wanted to take me out to dinner tonight so I'll get a chance to talk to him."

    "Keep me posted," Stan requested. "And if you guys get a chance, you're always welcome to visit Maine for a few days."

    "I might take you up on that," I nodded, looking forward to more fun with Stan in the future – especially if my brother was a part of the equation as well.

—

    An hour later, I met Clark at a restaurant that was nicer than I'd expected. In my stained shirt and work boots, I stood out like a sore thumb. My brother was sitting at a table and drinking wine, looking right at home in his suit and tie.

    "Lookin' good, boss," I said as I sat down across from him.

    "I was showing a house that's up for sale, but I don't think they're interested," Clark said.

    He'd barely finished the sentence when a young waitress showed up to ask for my drink order. I expected a snobbish attitude but I was pleasantly surprised by her friendliness.

    "I think she likes you," my brother said once the two of us were alone.

    "Not interested. I got enough on my plate right now," I replied. 

    "What, did you start seeing someone?" Clark asked.

    "No, I'm just busy with work and stuff."

    "So no hookups lately?" 

    "Not since Stan left," I said. "You?"

    "Of course not," Clark scoffed at the idea.

    "So you wouldn't do it again? Hook up with a man, I mean?"

    Before I could get an answer, I had to wait for the reemerging waitress to put down my beer and take our food order. Once she was gone, my brother leaned closer to me and whispered,

    "What happened with Stan was sorta… spur of the moment. It all happened thanks to you. I'm not saying I wouldn't do it again, but I'm not gonna go out looking for men to hook up with."

    "So you expect me to be your pimp?" I chuckled.

    "I didn't say that," Clark protested. "I know it's easy to meet guys these days, but I don't know how to talk to people on all those apps. I haven't been on the dating market for two decades."

    "It's easier than you think. But hey, if you want me to hook you up with some guys, I can try to do that," I offered keenly.

    "I was gonna ask you something else," Clark said, shifting in his chair uncomfortably. Luckily for him, the waitress showed up with our food, giving him some more time to figure out what to say. "Listen, I wanted to ask… It's something you said when Stan was here. When we were all in the hot tub."

    "What?" I asked before taking a big bite of my burger.

    "You said…" my brother's voice dropped even lower. "You said maybe next time I could suck you off, like I did to Stan. You were joking, right?"

    I shoved a few fries into my mouth and I took my time chewing. I could tell Clark was anxious to hear my answer, sitting quite literally on the edge of his seat. 

    "Why would I be joking?" I said flatly after a full minute. "What, you're willing to service a stranger, but not your own brother?"

    "Jesus, Dixon, can you hear yourself? You're my brother," Clark pointed out the obvious. "You'd really have me suck you off?"

    "I'm not gonna force you," I noted. "But if you're willing to do it, I ain't got nothing against it. And I don't think you do either."

    "What makes you say that?" 

    "Because if you did, you'd be so outraged by my suggestion that you would punch me in the face right now," I said, turning my cheek toward my brother, making it easier for him to throw a punch I knew wasn't going to come.

    Yet another minute of silence was followed by a question that took me by surprise.

    "How's your food?" Clark asked.

    "What?"

    "How's your burger, is it good?" 

    "Yeah," I laughed, amused by the shameless change of topic.

    "This steak is a bit chewy," he complained, before pivoting again and proceeding to talk about work. For the rest of our dinner date, we didn't mention anything sexual – but I had a good feeling about tonight. Maybe my brother just needed to work up the courage with a few more glasses of wine.

—

    After paying for dinner my brother handed me the receipt, since our waitress had scribbled her phone number on it. I crumpled the piece of paper and put it in my pocket while Clark and I walked to our cars. We drove home separately, and parked in our respective driveways. Then, my brother walked across the front lawn and came to stand next to me.

    "You want a nightcap?" I offered, to which Clark nodded and followed me up the front steps and inside the house.

    While he sat in an armchair, I turned on the TV and poured us some scotch. There was a football game between two teams that neither of us cared about. I settled down on the couch and reminisced how the last time Clark and I were in this room, we were joined by Stan who was down on his knees sucking my cock, while my brother sat in that same armchair watching us and masturbating. 

    "Mind if I get comfortable?" I asked, and Clark merely nodded again.

    I stood up and started pulling off my work clothes. I made sure to take my time and let my brother get a good look if he wanted. As I unbuttoned my shirt, Clark pretended to watch the game but his eyes kept flickering toward me. When I dropped the flannel and started unzipping my pants though, he openly stared at me with bated breath, waiting to see my cock once again.

    I smirked and let my pants fall to the floor before sliding my boxers down my thighs. I stepped out of the pant legs and stood there for a minute, wearing only my socks. I grabbed my shaft and wagged it around a bit. With Clark's eyes laser-focused on my dick, I gave it a few strokes. Having my big brother staring at me like this was already making my tool hard.

    "Let's go upstairs," I said, unwilling to pretend to watch football, when it was crystal clear Clark and I were yearning for something else. 

    My brother downed his scotch in one gulp and followed me up to the second floor and into my bedroom. Apparently I'd forgotten to switch the light off, so I stood in the middle of the room and flexed my muscles for a second before starting to stroke my now-fully-hard dick in front of my brother again. It was finally time to test how serious he really was.

    "Get on your knees," I told him gruffly.

    Clark hesitated briefly… before stepping forward and dropping to the floor in front of me. My dick oozed precum at this sign of his submission. He hadn't even done anything yet, and I was almost ready to explode. I slapped my throbbing shaft against my palm, making some of my precum flick onto my brother's expectant face. Clark didn't even flinch.

    "Go on. I know you wanna touch it," I growled, looking down at him. 

    My brother didn't hesitate this time. He reached forward and gripped my shaft, squeezing it tightly and giving a few tugs. He was still somewhat insecure when it came to handing another man, but he knew to cup my balls with his other hand and tug on my sack gently.

    "Why don't you give it a taste now?" I suggested, thrusting my hips forward to shove my cock right up in his face.

    Clark licked his lips before doing the same to my cockhead. Here he was: finally getting his first taste of precum from his own brother. I bet Stan would freak if he saw this… and then probably want to join in.

    Slowly, my brother let the tip of my prick slide into his warm mouth. The added sensation felt incredible. It reminded me of just a couple of weeks ago, when Clark's only son – my nephew Tyler – tasted my dick for the first time.

    "Try to take more," I coached my brother, placing my hands on the back of his head and guiding my dick further into his mouth. Clark merely held onto my thighs and let it happen. He took a fair amount of my member – more than his son's on his first try – before he started to gag. I pulled back just a tad, although it sure was a sexy sight to see my own big brother choke on my dick.

    I was going to pull all the way out to let him catch his breath, but Clark wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me forward. Who knew my serious, strait-laced brother would turn into a greedy cocksucker before my very eyes! He gagged again, but this time he tried to push further even without my encouragement.

    "Breathe through your nose and relax your throat," I said, guiding him through this process just like I did with my nephew.

    Clark followed my instructions and was able to get another inch or two down his throat. After that, he focused on bobbing his head back and forth, sucking my entire shaft while continuously playing with my nuts as well.

    "Who knew my straight brother had such a hot throat," I growled.

    Keeping a firm grip on his hair, I felt my natural dominance start to kick in. Now that Clark wasn't backing down, I was able to fuck his face more aggressively. My hips began thrusting back and forth as if on their own.

    "You're gonna make such a good cocksucker," I complimented my only sibling, which made him moan around my dick. I went faster and faster, until slobber was covering his cheeks and chin. He coughed and gagged, but I kept going, fucking his mouth faster. I wasn't going to stop until I'd fed him my load. My balls started to tighten, letting me know just how close that was to happening. "You ready for my load, bro?"

    "Mhm," Clark mumbled, sounding desperately hungry for it.

    I grunted loudly and pushed my cock down his throat as deep as possible, burying my brother's nose in my pubes. Then, I exploded in his mouth, shooting my spunk straight down his throat all the way to his stomach. Although I noticed some cum dribbling out from his lips, Clark still managed to swallow most of my jizz.

    Just as I was about to pull my dick out, I noticed the closet door jostle slightly. I looked behind my brother's back and realized there was someone hiding in my closet and spying on us. I recognized the voyeur's eyes easily. It was my nephew Tyler… Clark's son.