Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2016 20:46:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Danny Hunter <dannyhunter12345@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living Together - Chapter 3

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A quick recap: My hot older brother (who is also my roommate) may have seen
me watching him pound a girl on his bed, and the next morning he seemed to
be teasing me - or was it my imagination?


Living Together, Part 3

A couple of weeks went by after the night where I watched Kevin fuck, and
things continued in roughly the same vein. He was teasing me more and more
- it wasn't mean spirited, like it had been in high school, and weirdly it
turned me on a little. Just getting any kind of attention from him. You
know how it is when you have a crush on a hot guy, right?

He also kept walking around the apartment in very little clothing. Gym
shorts, boxers, or boxer briefs, and usually nothing else. We were on the
third floor and it tended to get warm, even when it was chilly out (our
neighbor directly downstairs was pretty old and liked the heat up way
high). That meant that it didn't matter that it was November or December,
he could be comfortable in next to nothing.

Living with him was starting to become the most amazing torture. So much to
look at, sure, and boy did I look, but I had to constantly be on guard. I
didn't want him to catch me looking, because I still thought there was a
real possibility that he would kick me out and never speak to me again. He
gave me a lot of shit, but he was also really supportive and a super
valuable relationship in my life. And he was my fucking brother, so
Christmas would have been a disaster.

Our parents decided that Thanksgiving weekend this year, since they both
had the time off anyway, they were going on a cruise, and Kevin and I were
pretty much on our own. Well, as soon as he heard this Kevin made plans
with a couple of his friends (also Thanksgiving orphans) to spend the
weekend in Vegas, meaning I would have the apartment to myself. Honestly,
it was a bit of a relief. I would miss seeing his perfectly formed pecs
around, but it was so constantly tense having him around that by the end of
the day I would just be exhausted. Even trying to jerk off, which was a
pretty much constant necessity, required an insane amount of effort. I was
looking forward to being able to just relax around the house.

Thursday night, that was exactly what I did. I woke up late, stayed in that
night, jerked off, made frozen pizza, watched a movie, jerked off again,
and went to bed. It was heaven. The second night, though, I was starting to
feel stir crazy, so I called up my friend Sam and we went out. He had a
boyfriend (Jason) but Jason was out of town and Sam was definitely feeling
horny. Before you get excited, they were open, but only to one-offs, so
hooking up with friends (like me) was off limits.

Not that it mattered anyway. Five minutes after we got in, Sam was being
chatted up by this twinky ginger, and I got the feeling I was going to be
on my own for the rest of the night. Not that it mattered - we didn't
exactly go there for conversation so I wasn't feeling particularly
abandoned. The three of us went on to the dance floor, but before long,
they were making out and I was feeling like a third wheel. I headed to the
bar and got another drink.

Now, Sam and I had presumed a little so I was feeling pretty drunk at this
point. And after I had gotten most of the way into this new vodka soda, I
looked to my left and saw the back of a head three seats away from me, and
was shocked. What the fuck was Kevin doing in a gay bar? If I had been
sober I might have had the good sense to watch and see what was going on,
but in my drunk state I went right up to him and just said "what the fuck
are you doing here?"

Three things happened very quickly. First, I remembered Kevin wasn't in the
state. Then this guy I had just talked to turned around.

"Sorry, man, I totally thought you were someone else." I put my hand on his
arm to steady myself, and suddenly realized how firm his tricep was.
Remember, from behind he looked just like Kevin, so he was pretty built. I
was getting a little hypnotized by the feel of his muscle and the look in
his eyes.

"I was about to say that seemed like a pretty aggressive opener," he
responded, while looking me up and down. I noticed he didn't pull his arm
away. "Do I look like a friend of yours?"

"Yeah, my..." I don't know why I didn't say brother, but I suddenly felt
embarrassed and said "my roommate. He's straight, so I really didn't expect
him to be here. And he's away for the weekend, so... I guess I'm just
crazy." I gave a halfhearted laugh.

The stud responded "Nice job, mentioning that your apartment is empty, you
worked that in like a pro." Even in the dark bar, I think he realized how
hard I was blushing and embarrassed I was. I started to apologize and
leave, but he grabbed me and said "come on."

We spent the next hour or so on the dance floor, and then a half hour after
that we were walking into the apartment.

"You weren't kidding, your roommate really is gone."

"Yeah, and you really do look like him from behind," I said as we sank onto
the couch.

"So he must be really hot."

"What?"

"Your straight roommate?" He started to lean in to me. "Does this come
close to actually being with him?"

He kissed me. At first I didn't know what to do - obviously this wasn't my
first time, but he had just called me out on wanting to be with
Kevin. Though I guess he didn't know Kevin was my brother. Quickly, though,
I got into it, and tried to push the Kevin stuff out of my brain. Our
shirts were off within seconds, and suddenly I was hit with how similar
their bodies were. Mystery Guy (I hadn't gotten his name yet) could have
been his clone, if it wasn't for the slight differences in their faces. I
thought this would distract and unnerve me, but it made my dick spring to
life - I had never gotten so hard so quickly before. I reached for the
button on his jeans but he stopped me and said "show me the bedrooms."

We got up off the couch, and walked down the hall. I started to go into my
room, but he said "is this one yours?" I nodded. "Is this one your
roommate's?" he said, pointing at Kevin's. I nodded again, my heart in my
throat. He walked into Kevin's room.

"We really shouldn't—"

"Don't worry, little buddy, he'll never know we were here," he said. Him
using Kevin's nickname for me got my cock even harder, if that was
possible. I followed him just barely in, before he reached down to a pile
of dirty clothes in the corner. "What have we here." It was a sweaty
jock. Mystery Guy walked over to me, held up the jock, and said "He work
out a lot?" I just nodded. He held the jock to his nose and
inhaled. "Smells pretty fresh, he must have used it just before he left,"
and then held it up to my face. I breathed in and moaned at the scent of
his sweat - it was raunchy and amazing. He pulled the jock away and kissed
me roughly right there, then threw me down on Kevin's unmade bed and
climbed on top of me.

"Wait, we really shouldn't–"

"Relax, man, don't you think this is hot? He'll never have to find out,"
and then he kissed me again, going for the button on my shorts. I couldn't
deny that he was right, this was hot, and Kevin would never find out. I
moaned as his hand snaked into my shorts, and that was when he knew he had
me right where he wanted me.

Suddenly he stood up, and pulled my shorts and brief off in one go. Then,
he turned away from me, pulled of his pants and boxer briefs. And then,
before turning back to me, he pulled on Kevin's jock. Standing there,
looking for all the world like Kevin's double, and wearing his
sweat-covered underwear, I think I totally lost it. I had never been so
horny as I was in that moment, lying on Kevin's bed. The guy straddled me,
grinding my bare cock against his jock-covered one, before moving up until
he was right in front of my face. He pulled me up, pushing his cock and the
jock he was wearing into my mouth. I was sucking on his dick and Kevin's
sweat.

My dick was so hard it literally hurt, and I tried to reach down to stroke
it, but the guy grabbed my hands and put them on the two globes of his taut
ass, giving me the power of pulling his dick deeper into my mouth. After a
few moments of this, he pushed my head down and asked me "What's your
roommate's name?"

"K-Kevin" I barely managed to get it out between panting breaths.

"Then tonight you're going to call me Kevin while I fuck you breathless."

"Yes Kevin" I gasped. He finally released his dick from the top of the
jockstrap, and my god it was perfect. Long, but not too long, and pretty
thick. He had a healthy bush, but the shaft itself was totally
hairless. Honestly, if I could have designed a cock, it would have been
this guy. He pushed my head back on his dick for a few seconds, but then
lifted himself up and effortlessly flipped me over. He was so strong, he
could have made me do whatever he wanted.

I heard him move around to get the jockstrap off, and then I heard him spit
once. Then again, and I felt it on my ass. Finally, his cock, which had
clearly been dripping into the jockstrap, started its slow entrance into my
ass.

The first time I had jerked off the day before, I had used a dildo just a
little bit thicker than this guy, so my ass wasn't totally unprepared for
the onslaught, but still he took it nice and slow. I moaned with every
inch, and when I finally felt his weight settle back onto me as he bottomed
out, I called out "Oh fuck, Kevin!"

"I got you, baby, this is going to be good," he responded. He made a couple
of long, slow thrusts, then paused for a moment, just said "fuck it" and
began pounding my ass as hard as he could, rubbing me up and down the bed,
my cock finally getting some friction from the blanket. I was calling out
with every thrust. After a few minutes he grunted and pulled out, and
turned me back over. "I'm drying out" he said, and pulled open the
nightstand drawer.

"Wait, I have–"

"Got it!" He pulled out a small tube of legit lube. I guess Kevin used it
to jerk off? The thought made my cock throb. He poured some onto his cock,
rubbed it a couple of times, and then pulled my legs up and in one swift
motion jammed his dick back in. Finally my hands were free enough that I
could use one to start jerking my own cock, while the other held up my
balls so they didn't get crushed by his pounding.

After a few more minutes of this, I was starting to get that feeling. "Keep
fucking me, man I'm close!" I said.

He responded "what the fuck did you call me?"

I realized what he meant. "Keep fucking me, Kevin, oh fuck!" Saying his
name finished me off, I exploded all over my chest an stomach. I don't know
that I've ever come so hard. Immediately, the guy shouted and I felt him
unloading deep into my ass, and then he collapsed on top of me, covering
himself in my come, as he penetrated deep into my mouth with his tongue.

It hit me all at once. "Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck –"

"What's the matter man?"

"We have to get back to my room, I don't want to get cum all over his
sheets–"

He laughed. "Fine, fine!" I grabbed my towel on the way and wiped myself
off some, before we lay down on the bed, my head nestled in the crook of
his arm.

"That was pretty fucking hot though, right?" he asked me. And I had to
concede that it was. At first I was still a little freaked out, but after a
few minutes, I was just so exhausted that I just drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up extremely late and fairly hungover.  Mystery
Guy was nowhere to be seen, and (along with a splitting headache) the
reality of what happened last night hit me all at once. I didn't know what
to do about it.

When I got up (still naked, and as usual hard) to get some water, I found a
note on the kitchen counter. It had his phone number at the top, and then
said:

"Being called Kevin was fun last night, but next time you should probably
just call me Ben. :) P.S.: You may want to hang on to these." Next to the
note was the jockstrap he had worn the night before. I smelled it, and
along with the sweat, there was the unmistakable odor of cum and lube - he
must have used it to clean his cock the night before.

You bet your ass I would call him again.


Thanks so much for all your emails! I'll try to get the next chapter soon!
~Danny