Between The Brothers Ch. 02

CHAPTER 2: HELLO CAMERON

My heart was pounding right out of my chest. I couldn't believe my eyes. The guy from the bar was my boyfriend's brother. As he hugged his family, he looked at me with those same hungry eyes he had given me at the bar. My stomach was in knots as I stood there, suddenly unsure of how to act or move. I watched in almost horror as Ryan embraced his older brother.

"Who is this," Cameron asked. He had this pretentious smile about him.

Ryan smiled, "This is my boyfriend, Marcus."

Cameron eyed me, "Marcus." He let the letters just roll right off his tongue. The way he said it was almost nasty in an innocent way. You'd have to have known about our earlier encounter in order to detect his perversions. Cameron extended his hand with a cocky grin, "Nice to meet you, Marcus. I'm Cameron, the much older, good-looking brother."

"Dude, shut up," Ryan laughed. He thought his brother was being charming. I knew better.

I had no choice but to shake his hand. I couldn't be rude and draw attention to myself. As much as I wanted to walk away, I had to stay and play the game.

"It's nice to meet you, Cameron," I said. It was the fakest greeting I had ever given someone.

"I know." He was arrogant and hot. I cursed myself for thinking he was hot.

That night, I tried my best to avoid him and act normal. The family sat around and told jokes and played a few board games. Every so often, I'd feel eyes on me. I'd look up, and Cameron would be staring at me. It was as if he was trying to get a read on me. Maybe he was worried I'd spill the beans to Ryan. There was no need for that. He didn't know me at the time, and nothing terrible happened. In hindsight, I should have said something.

Cameron kept staring at me. Only his eyes changed from those that were trying to figure me out to something else. The way he looked at me made my heart race. It was intense and dirty in a sexual way. Without trying, he was making me blush like a schoolgirl. I knew I had to get a grip; otherwise, I'd become a mess.

I excused myself from the group and went into the kitchen to fix a glass of water. I stood at the sink and stared out the window. The darkness was comforting to my mental health. An arm wrapped around my waist completely startled me.

Ryan giggled, "Babe, are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just tired. It's been a long day." I tried to sound comforting and reassuring.

He spun me around and kissed my forehead. I guess I needed that because I started to feel relaxed.

"Is Cameron gay," I asked.

He laughed, "Fuck no. He gets more pussy than any guy I know. Why do you ask?"

"No reason. Just curious if you were the only queer one," I said.

"Just me," he said as he spun me back around and hugged me from behind.

He kissed the back of my neck lovingly. He left to go back to his family. I stayed in the kitchen. I needed a few more minutes to gather my thoughts. As I stood there, I felt his thick hands begin to massage my glutes. He squeezed them and spread them. His fingers got deep down in my muscle tissue. It felt amazing, and it slowly started to turn me on. I could feel my dick getting hard.

"That feels so good, babe," I moaned softly. I had to make sure no one could hear me.

He leaned in closer to me. His chin rested on my shoulder, "I knew that ass would feel good in my hands."

I jumped, but he grabbed me and held me in place. It was Cameron! I had stupidly thought that it was Ryan touching me.

I angrily asked, "What the hell are you doing, Cameron?"

"Picking up where we left off at," he said.

I pushed him away. When I turned around, he had a big smile on his face. Damn, he was gorgeous and such a hunk--also an ass at the same time.

"Your brother is my boyfriend. Why are you being like this," I asked.

"I'm just teasing you. Really, I had no idea who you were. I hope you can keep what happened at the bar between us." He was being sincere about his feelings.

"I'm not going to say anything," I said. "Just keep your hands to yourself."

"I really do want that kiss you owe me," he said. "But I'll try my best to keep my hands to myself." He was mocking me.

"Don't be an ass," I said as I walked off. I could hear him laughing in the background.

We were sharing the third floor with Cameron. Ryan's middle brother, Eric, had moved out when he became engaged. Those of us on the third floor had to share the bathroom. I wasn't used to sharing a bathroom.

That night, Ryan had tried to have sex, but I was a little nervous about doing something in his parent's home. He was understandably upset by the lack of sex he thought the summer was going to bring. It was the middle of the night, and I crept out of bed to use the bathroom.

Just as I made it to the bathroom, the door opened. I was hit with hot steam, and Cameron walked out with a white towel wrapped around his waist. He was shirtless, and water was dripping from his chest, and his hair was all wet.

It was like a vision right out of a wet dream. I stood there in my boxer briefs as my cock began to stir. I found myself unable to look away from him. He noticed me and flashed me a sexy smile that made my heart stop. The two of us in a dark hallway, practically naked. What could possibly go wrong?

"Sorry. I didn't think anyone was still up," he said as he flung his hair. He splashed water on my chest.

"Was that necessary?" I asked. His body turned me on, but his actions annoyed me.

"A little," he said with a grin. He found everything he did to be comical.

Just as I was about to walk away, he grabbed me and pulled me close to him. We were face to face and chest and chest. I could feel his limp cock pressing against my erect cock. I struggled to break free of his tight grip. He refused to let me go.

"Let me go, Cameron," I pleaded.

"I still never got my kiss," he said.

Frustrated, I stated, "I told you to keep your hands to yourself, you imbecile."

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk," he said as he waved a finger back and forth, "don't go calling me names, you supercilious little tease."

"Tease," I shouted. "Are you insane? Let me go, Cameron, or I will scream bloody murder."

He pulled me closer to him, "Then I'll really have to kiss you so you're not screaming in vain."

I stopped moving. The heat radiating off his body tingled my entire existence. My breathing slowed down, but my heart raced. There was heat and sexual chemistry between us. I could feel it and so could Cameron.

He held me with one hand. Then, with his free hand, I watched him move his hand slowly up the side of my body. He placed a finger on my lips and slowly ran his finger across them. I thought I was going to stop breathing. The idea of someone catching us was frightening and exhilarating.

"Your brother," I reminded him. Or maybe I was reminding myself that I had a boyfriend.

"I've always been the bad older brother. Besides, one kiss never hurt anybody," he licked his lips as he said it.

Softly, I asked, "One kiss, and you'll let me go?"

"If that's what you want," he said under his breath.

"That's what I want." I could barely get the words out.

He chuckled, "You don't know what you want yet."

He pulled me into the most passionate kiss I had ever had. His lips were like magic, and they had me under his spell. They were soft and sweet. His body was strong and manly pressed against mine. His thick hands lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He pushed my back against the wall and continued to kiss me. His cock grew hard under the towel, and it began to poke into my balls. His strong hands cuffed my ass again, and we made out like young, hot lovers. He moved to my neck and began to suck it. I dug my nails into his back. We were both panting and turned on.

He resumed kissing me and grinding his hips. His cock felt thick and heavy. It felt good pressed against my body. I wasn't sure I wanted him to ever stop. My hands took a life of their own, and I began to explore his body. They moved down the front of his chest and stomach, and then I reached for the towel. Just as I was about to undo it, he broke the kiss. He put me down.

"Now, I have my kiss. My little brother is waiting for you," he said as he adjusted his towel and walked away.

He left me standing there completely aroused and panting. I needed more than anything in the world to be fucked. The urge to use the bathroom was no longer there. I had a different urge.

Ryan looked peaceful, lying on his back asleep. I climbed into the bed, lifted the covers, and took his limp cock into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the shaft of his penis and began to suck it to life. After a few minutes, Ryan began to stir and move about. His breathing started to increase. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head. I knew then he was awake and enjoying my services.

"Oh shit. That feels so good," he moaned.

I moved like a hungry monster taking more and more of his fat cock down my throat. His dark bush and hairy balls had this manly musk that made my cock leak in my underwear. He began to fuck my mouth. His balls bounced like balls on a court as I jerked his dick while sucking it.

He pulled me off his cock and kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. The entire time we kissed, I stroked his hard cock. He looked me in the eyes. We were both hungry for it. I think I wanted it far more than he could have wanted it.

"I'm so glad you changed your mind," he said excitedly.

"Me too," I said. It was part truth and part lie. He didn't need to know that.

He quickly pulled my underwear off and took my cock into his mouth. I let out a soft gasp. Ryan moved up and down fast on my cock. He took me deep into his mouth and nursed my hard-on. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked my erection counterclockwise.

"Oh shit, yes, baby," I moaned.

His lips felt good. He kept moving his head up and down. My cock grew thicker in his mouth. He ran his finger under my balls. That sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through my bones that I hadn't expected. He spread my legs wider, and I began to slowly fuck his mouth. He moaned as I did it. Ryan loved to have his mouth fucked.

"Bend over," he instructed me.

I flipped on my hands and knees. He slapped my ass and then spread my cheeks. He spit on my hole and then pushed a finger inside of me. My toes curled a little. Then he shoved his tongue inside my ass. He sucked my little rosebud into his mouth and munched on it like it was a sirloin steak.

"Oh shit, Ry, eat me," I moaned.

He shoved his tongue deep inside of me, and then he began to twist it. His tongue coated my walls. He made sure I was eaten thoroughly. He took his thick cock and slowly pushed it inside of me. He quickly found the tempo he wanted and pounded me. His cock moved in and out of my hole at a moderate pace.

My cock swung back and forth between my legs, completely erect. He gripped my hips and plowed me hard and deep. The walls of my anus throbbed, and the muscles in my ass flexed around his thick shaft. He pounded me hard and fast.

"Oh fuck. Fuck me, babe," I moaned.

"Fuck! I love fucking you," he groaned.

He gripped my shoulders and drove his cock hard and deep inside of me. I could feel his pubes brushing my ass. His balls kept slapping into my balls. Our moans grew a little loud, but I didn't care if anyone heard us or not.

He put me on my back and began to fuck me. My cock and balls bounced. I took my dick in my hand and stroked my fat cock. I looked into his eyes, and suddenly, his face turned into Cameron's face. His dick felt larger and thicker in my ass.

My hole became wet and started to leak. He fucked me with more aggression. I rocked my hips and took his dick deeper into my hole. My body demanded to be fucked better and harder. I begged for more and more.

"Fuck! Your hole is gripping my cock so good, Marcus," he cried out.

He slammed into me over and over again. I stopped jerking my cock and instead dug my nails into his back. I pulled him into a kiss and bit his bottom lip. It turned him on. His cock went deeper inside of me. It hit places it had never hit before in me. He moved harder and faster. His cock was in heaven inside of me. I released him from the kiss. He dropped a glob of spit in my mouth. I felt degraded and sexy all in one.

"Oh fuck. Deeper," I moaned. "Don't you fuckin' stop."

"I'm so fucking deep in you, baby," he uttered.

He was deep, but I wanted deeper. He kept fucking me. His cock began to swell inside of my ass. He pounded even harder and even faster than before. His dick was crying for a release. I quickly began to stroke my cock, and within seconds, I was spraying my chest with my cum. My ass clamped down on his cock, and it sent an intense amount of pleasure through his fat dick. He shoved himself deep inside of me, and then he released a load of cum in me.

The second he released his load, he no longer looked like Cameron. He was Ryan again. I felt a sense of guilt. He smiled at me. He was panting hard and out of breath. In truth, it was some of the best sex we had ever had, and that made me feel some type of way.

"That was amazing. I love you," he said.

He loved me and I was thinking about his brother. He turned my face toward him and looked into my eyes. Once again, I should have said something. How could I when he had just dropped the L word on me?

"You heard me? I love you, Marcus," he said as he kissed me.

I smiled, "I love you too." My heart was laced with guilt.

He kissed me again. Then we lay there in silence as the afterglow of our sexual encounter faded away. Little did I know, Cameron was outside the bedroom door listening the entire time. Mentally, I was torn between two brothers, and it was only my first night. How the hell was I going to survive the whole summer there?

TO BE CONTINUED....

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