My Boyfriend's Horny Brothers (Pt IV)

Read Pt III here 

So that was how it went for the rest of the weekend: total fucking abandon. I'd arrived to Lee's hotel room on a Friday evening, and I didn't leave until Sunday afternoon. Two nights in a hotel room and I lost track of how many loads we blew into each other - always into each other, after that first time. Lee loved cum, loved bareback sex, and I was riding his vibe and couldn't get enough.

I did put up a slight bit of resistance to taking his load, at first. It was the risk to end all risks, in my mind, a line that I'd only crossed a few times in college (and of course with Joe, though I could probably count the times he'd cum in me on one hand with only two fingers). 

Lee didn't push it. Just a few hours later in the night after I'd shot my load in him, we were going at it again. Lee was on top of me, rubbing his bare cock against my hole. He started teasing it and he could see on my face that I was struggling.

"We can use a rubber if you want," he said. I thought about it for a minute. Then I asked him to give me the poppers and I let nature take over. 

"Fuck you feel so good raw!" he said once he was in me. "You like it like this?" he said, pumping it into me slow and steady.

"I do," I said, inhaling poppers like they were going out of style. Those things had unleashed all my inhibitions, or maybe it was just Lee. All I knew was that I was going all out; fuck it. I'd deal with the consequences on Monday or never, I just wanted his raw cock pumping in me. I wanted both of us fucking each other raw as much as we wanted for an entire weekend, and that was exactly what I got.

We did go out on Saturday night, to Lee's buddy's Halloween party, which was ostensibly the whole reason he'd come to Pittsburgh. The party was at a house in a part of the city. Lee drove me to the Halloween store and I bought a mask that covered my whole face. Lee had a Viking costume and he looked pretty hot in it. It was fun hanging out with all these straight people, knowing that Lee and I had spent much of the last twenty four hours blowing loads into each other and basically couldn't wait to get back and keep doing it. 

And I did see somebody I knew from work, somebody Joe and I both knew, in fact. So I kept the mask on and just ignored them. It was the strangest experience of being someplace but not there at all. The whole weekend felt like that.

We downed more than a few beers and around midnight we were in the backyard, which the hosts had done up with a tent and even built a mini-rollercoaster where you could ride down a ramp in this little car. It was a really fun party and we were smoking a joint with this group of girls and guys who were dressed up like the Spice Girls, one of whom was a gay guy I recognized from somewhere, but I wouldn't take off my mask even though they kept asking me to. Once the joint made the rounds Lee told me to come with him. We went into the house, which was this big old Victorian that was decorated all insane and over-the-top. 

"Where are we going?" I asked but Lee didn't answer. I just followed his skirt and tights-covered ass up big wooden winding staircases until we were in a little room that had a sofa on one side and a funny little mirror-infinity effect in the corner which you could look into and it seemed like you were looking into a hole that went into the middle of the house. "Cool," I said, once I'd finished looking into it. I stood up and Lee came up to me, pressing his body to mine and cupping my crotch in his hand.

"I need your cock in me again, dude," he said. 

"Fuck yeah," I said. We made out. Then Lee turned around, bracing himself against the door, lifted his skirt and slipped his tights down over his fuzzy, firm ass. He was still wet from our last round - probably some mixture of lube and cum that made it easy to just slide my hard cock in him once I freed it from my pants. I pumped it in him a few times, the sounds of the party streaming around us downstairs. Someone tried to come in the door but Lee held it shut while I continued to pump my cock into his ass.

"Guess you can't go in there," I heard a guy's voice outside say. 

"Fuck me, dude," Lee whispered. I wrapped my hand around his chest, partially covered as it was by a plastic breastplate. I slipped my hand under that and felt for his tits, which were substantial with puffy nipples that I was becoming addicted to sucking. I tweaked them, now, and felt Lee's ass clench around my dick. "Oh fuck!" Lee said. "Keep doing that!" I did, feeling his nipples stiffen and loving the feel of his ass tightening every time I pinched them. 

"You're gonna make me cum," I said.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum too," he said. He wasn't even jerking off. I sucked on his neck and fucked him hard, harder than I had yet. "Goddammit! Fuck!" he called out, groaning and moaning. It was enough to set me off. I shot yet another load into him, and when we came apart I saw that the front of shorts were wet. 

"Did you cum?" I said. "Without touching yourself?"

"That almost never happens," Lee said. And we searched around for something to clean him up with, eventually settling on a dirty sock that was chucked in the corner. Then we rejoined the party.  

The double-ended dildo got used that night. Just like on Friday we'd spent the whole night not so much sleeping as napping in between fucks. I woke up at some point to realize that Lee was next to me getting into something. 

In the dimness of the room (it could've been light or dark outside; the curtains over the hotel window blocked it all out which contributed to the fuckfest timelessness of the whole weekend) I could see him on his back, fondling his nipples and thick fuzzy chest with one hand. His legs were held up and I realized he was pumping one end of the dildo into his fuzzy straight-ish-boy ass, grunting as he did so. I smiled when I realized it and my cock instantly got hard. 

"Want in on this, dude?" he said. I did. But first I wanted to get it in him. I got down between his legs, kicking aside the sheets which were, well, not as fresh as they'd been on Friday evening. Lee had a look of total ecstasy on his face. The bottle of poppers were in his hand and he was huffing them liberally. I took hold of the dildo and gave it a pump, out of him then back in. "Fuck yeah," he groaned. I could feel his ass gripping the dildo as I fucked his ass with it. "Feels so fucking good man. You gotta get on the other end."

I got on my back opposite him, entwining my legs with his as I scooted my ass closer to the free end of the dildo. I slipped the tip of it inside and had to take a minute. Lee handed me the poppers. I took a deep whiff and it did the trick - soon we were ass to ass, with just an inch or two of silicone fuck-stick in between us. 

"Yeah dude," Lee said. "Fucking our asses together. So fucking hot." 

"Yeah man," I said. Lee had a hold of it and was pumping it in and out of us. Something about getting fucked at the same time as him - with neither of us actually doing the fucking - was so intense, like we were connected not just by the dildo but by the mindset of taking something in our asses. 

"Let's fuck ourselves doggy style," Lee suggested. And after some fumbling we were on our hands and knees on the bed, banging our asses together and moaning. I was hard as a rock, edging my cock in time with the pounding I was getting from the dildo. Soon we managed to get the entire thing inside of us. Our ass cheeks slapped together as we pounded ourselves.

"This is gonna make me fuckin cum, dude," Lee said.

"Fuck, me too man." I started spurting all over the bed, groaning as I did. Our moans had been getting progressively louder as we got more into the dildo play. When we came, basically at the same time, we got positively reckless with the volume. Only a few minutes after we'd cum we got a phone call. Lee picked it up.

"Huh? Oh. Okay. Sorry," he said into the phone. He hung it up. "There've been noise complaints," he said. We started cracking up.

By Sunday we'd exhausted all the possibilities but we were still going at it. Lee said he wanted to try messing with piss, so we went into the bathroom and pissed on each other at the same time. It was hot in a unusual way, but more like experimental playtime than anything serious. Both of us were too freaked out to try drinking piss, though Lee admitted he fantasized about it.

"Maybe next time," I said as we started putting on our clothes. The weekend was over, it was time to go back to reality. Which was starting to set in, and that didn't feel good. 

"Definitely," Lee said. "I'll have to plan another trip out here. Or you could come visit. We could get a hotel room out there."

I let that sit for a moment as I threw my Halloween mask into the trash and packed my toiletries into a suitcase full of clothes that I'd never actually worn. 

"You said Mike is weird about gay stuff. But he didn't seem to have any problem with it when I was over there," I said.

"Yeah..." Lee said. "It's just...Mike and I sort of have an agreement. Like, we'll fuck dudes together, but not by ourselves."

"Why?" I said.

"I don't know. It's just what we've always done. We rarely have sex with dudes, honestly."

"Do you have sex with girls independently?" I said.

"Sometimes," he said.

"But usually it's the two of you," I said.

"Right," he said. He looked at me and shrugged.

"I guess I was kind of hoping I could get with the two of you again," I said.

"We could definitely make that happen," Lee said. "Even though I like having you all to myself."

"So to speak," I said. "I am still with Joe."

"Eh," Lee said. "What Joe don't know won't hurt him." 

"Does Joe know that you guys are...well, bi, or whatever."

"Yeah..." Lee said, and the ambiguous way he trailed off made me both want to ask more and hesitant. Lee had washed off the dildo and now he was tucking it into his bag. "We all used to jerk off together when we were kids," he said.

"You and Joe?" I said.

"And Mike. All three of us. We basically taught Joe to jerk off." 

"Wow," I said. 

"So yeah. I don't know if he knows that we still mess around with dudes. And like I said, it's pretty rare. Mike's just not as into it as I am. And he'd think it was weird if he knew how into it I get. That's why this is perfect," he said. He raised his eyebrows at me. "It's like we're having an affair."

To Be Continued...