QColumn: A Gay In The Life: The Brother’s Dick

Editor’s Note: This is the 4th to last AGITL. Find out about the end of AGITL here. Also, this column is a two-parter; read part one here.
The Brother’s Dick
By Steve Prince
“Okay, um, I know this is weird but can the dog get off the bed?” I asked tentatively.
Parker looked at me and smiled. “Dodger! Get down.” The Jack Russell sniffed as it clicked its claws onto the floor and scampered out of the room.
Don’t get me wrong. I love dogs. I’m actually a bit crazy about them. I’m that stranger that will walk up to you in the middle of the street, crouch down, and start baby talking to your pooch. Still, the only pet action I like in the bedroom is doggie-style and that’s it.
I feel like the animal is watching you. Maybe it’s judging you thinking, “Well, that other trick pounded my master way better than this guy.” Yes, I know… I have issues. I think I’m the only person in the world that worries about a dog judging him. Still, it’s just weird having those puppy eyes stare at you.
“So, you gonna fuck my boy now?” Parker said, as he pulled out of me.
I smiled.
“Ah, you like that idea, huh?” he grinned.
Actually I was smiling at myself. Here I am thinking it was weird to have a dog watching me have sex, yet Parker instructing me to fuck his biological brother was COMPLETELY normal.
Ken leaned over and kissed me intensely while fondling my hard dick. Parker kissed the back of my neck while gently fingering my ass.
Holy mother of God this was hot!

Never. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined fucking two brothers. In fact, it wasn’t ever a dream. Hell, not even an option. Who thinks about that? The subject seems to taboo to even bring up in your brain.
As Ken began to suck my dick and Parker began to eat my ass, I felt stuck in the middle of the issue. Literally. Is this weird what I’m doing?
I have a brother. I would say our relationship is fairly typical of brothers. We’re complete opposites. We fought like crazy when we were younger and now we are very close… but not that close. Even thinking of doing anything with him made me want to retch. I would have to be fucked up to do that.
Still, I didn’t think Ken and Parker were fucked up. Actually, they were two of the nicest guys I had been with in a while. They were both funny, very intelligent, and seemed very down-to-earth. If you looked around their home—which was gorgeous by the way—you would find the same things you’d find in any other home: family photos, People magazine, and the tattered dog bed sitting in the corner. Not so different from you and I.
Honestly, maybe I didn’t feel so weird about this. In fact, my dick was so erect it throbbed as Ken slid a condom over it. Yeah… I think my body’s intense reaction to this threesome was proof that I was okay with it. Maybe the “weirdness” I felt was not that it was wrong, but that I keep being told it “should” be wrong.
“Ah, fuck,” Ken moaned as I slide inside him. His ass was tight as hell and felt amazing. Slowly I worked myself in and he gasped with each of my thrusts.
“I gotta get in on this,” Parker sighed. Soon he was poking at my back door.
“Fuck,” I hissed as he entered me. He was big. In fact, that ran in the family. They both were girthy suckers and of course—me being a size queen—well, I loved it.
Parker caught onto my rhythm and soon the he was fucking me in unison as I fucked his brother. The sensation was incredible. Parker was pushing me into his own brother with every thrust.
“Wait,” Ken said as he turned over into a missionary position. Parker stayed inside of me while I waited for Ken to lift his legs into the air. Soon we were fucking again. This time I bent low to kiss Ken while Parker pounded me, thus pounding him.
“Ah fuck,” Parker moaned. I could feel his dick beginning to spasm. Soon he pulled out, tore off his condom. He quickly moved around to cum on his brother’s stomach. As if planned, Ken began to shoot as well. Parker leaned over and caught his brother’s semen in his mouth, as I kept thrusting, sweat beginning to dribble down my chest.
Parker then leaned over and licked his own cum from Ken’s stomach. And then…they made out. I barely was able to pull out and get the condom off to add my climax to the fray. The three of us heaved sighs and looked at one another smiling. God bless brotherly love.
Two weeks later…
It was like a drug. I needed it and craved it. At night, vivid dreams of my brotherly threesome seemed to haunt me. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Just the mere thought of Ken and Parker would make me hard.
I looked at my phone. Why won’t they call me back?
Why is it that all the good fuck buddies find other fuck buddies? You have this great time with this person—or in this case persons, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves (we fucked again after my first time), and I’m totally down with the brother thing. Personally, I felt like it was a plus that I was so cool with the whole thing. So wouldn’t I be a great potential fuck buddy candidate?
Apparently not. I had already called or texted Ken and Parker twice. Okay let’s be honest—four times. What?? I was horny and that sex was mega-hot! But there was still so much more we could do… role-plays, Parker and I could do some double-penetration. Can’t a gay boy have dreams dammit? Dammit, I have a dream just like Rose.
Maybe this was karma. Let’s be honest, I’ve had some great sexual encounters in my life but there are times when I just bite the apple once and that’s enough. Nothing personal, but that’s just the way it is. Sometimes sex can be so good that it can be reproduced, so why bother?
Maybe that’s it. Ken and Parker might not have anything personal against me; maybe they just liked to keep mixing it up with other partners. Maybe they just wanted to keep the memory of our good fuck and not risk spoiling it with a second, less spectacular meeting. Hmmm. You know, that’s what I decided to go with, even if it was just to make me feel better about myself. It was just a one time thing and that’s that. I’ll watch some Latinjocks.com, beat off, and I’ll be fine.
Later that afternoon…
I clicked post.
Yes, I posted a Craigslist’s ad. DON’T YOU JUDGE ME! I’M A MAN IN A STATE, GOD DAMMIT!
At first I thought I might post something like “Looking for Brotherly Love” but then I decided that I’d probably get no responses, so I went with this:

Hey guys. Passionate, fun-luvin’, funny guy looking for a good time with a group. I’m a vers and open to cool people who are into the whole spectrum—from making out all the way to a good fucking. Would love to get a group. No drugs here and I only play safe. Your face pic gets mine. Oh yeah, and I can’t host.

I posted the best cock shot I had. It was a good one, I must say.
Five minutes later, three emails were in my inbox. Ten minutes later I had ten responses. Within thirty minutes a total of sixteen guys had responded, all with pics. An hour later, I had narrowed down my favorites to five guys. I sent them all email responses and this guy named Ryan offered to host it at his place; Ryan was a hot redhead with a six-pack and a nice fat cock. I couldn’t wait.
Two hours later…
The door opened.
“Ryan?” I asked.
“Hey Steve,” he said showing me in, “what’s up?”
Okay. He did NOT look like his picture. In fact, I think his picture was from about ten years ago. He was still cute, but the eight-pack looked more like a small keg. I actually thought he was still very attractive, but it just irked me that he sent totally bogus pictures. I know it’s naive but I think that if I send out honest pics, then perhaps others will.
Yeah, that totally didn’t happen. I was the first to arrive at Ryan’s and soon four other guys showed up as well. Only one looked like his picture and he was the guy that I was least into.
As two of the guys began making out and undressing, a part of me thought, just leave Steve.
But no, I had gotten a taste of that glorious brotherly threesome and if this sixsome was just an ounce of the brotherly love, then it was totally worth it.
Soon all six of us were making out with someone. This guy with dark brown hair and stubble fell to his knees and began sucking my cock. I breathed in. Jeezus. Someone has the worst B.O. Ugh, I hate B.O.—at least this kind. Some body odor is hot. It smells a lil’ manly but still clean. Not this B.O.; one of these guys smelled like three-day-old onions.
The guy sucking me off was doing an okay job and soon someone behind me was beginning to lick my ass. My mind fluttered back to being in the middle of Parker and Ken. —again, this fell way short. The guy rimming my ass had motorboat tongue; I felt as if I as sitting on a jackhammer instead of someone’s face. Also, he was pushing my ass so hard, that it was making my dick hit the dark haired guy’s teeth. Not fun.
“Mmm, I want to fuck you,” the man behind me said as he came up from my ass.
“Oh yeah?” I said.
“Me too,” another voice said.
“Yeah, me too,” added another.
“Mmm, I want a piece of that ass,” a third voice said.
“I’m totally down to hit that,” a somewhat cute black man said.
“Well who am I gonna fuck?” I asked.
They all looked at me blankly. I could hear crickets chirping.
Yep, as I soon found out, none of the guys really wanted to bottom. So you’re telling me that in a SIXsome that these FIVE guys all want to fuck me.
WHAT THE FUCK? THIS IS NOT WHAT PEOPLE SAID IN THEIR EMAILS GOD DAMMIT! FIVE GUYS?!!
What did they think I was, a power bottom?!! I wanted to be able to walk back to my car after tonight.
“It could be hot,” Ryan said, “All of us begging to be inside of you.”
I would like to say that I didn’t cave, but god dammit if there wasn’t a part of me that took it as a challenge. I love a challenge! It’s the good student in me. Don’t tell me I can’t do something, because god dammit if I won’t show you up.
So I did it, and it was…
Terrible, thank you very much.
Lucky for me none of the guys were that big, except for one. Also, none of them fucked me for that long—I wouldn’t let them. Still, there wasn’t passion… it felt more like an assembly plant with everyone taking turns.
I’ve discovered I have no desire to have an orgy. Threesomes are fun, but—let’s be honest—I got dick greedy. I did. Instead of keeping it simple, I had to make it bigger and better. More flashy and more fun. Too many dicks in the kitchen. And what else did I get from all this?
An ass that I couldn’t sit on for two days. I guess one can have too much a good thing.