Between The Brothers Ch. 06

CHAPTER 6: OH, THE GUILT

I stood in the shower, letting the water rinse away every part of me that needed to be cleaned. The hot water was soothing to my body, but nothing could help my soul. I had fucked up royally, and now that the afterglow was gone and lust had faded, I was reminded of my sins. I could see it so clearly, round after round of mind-blowing sex with Cameron.

He touched me like no one had ever done. He fucked me like I had been made exclusively for him. He kissed me like a god. He was the perfect blend for the perfect storm. With each thought of his cock and his body, I felt myself grow hard. There was a throbbing sensation in my anus. I sensually touched my body.

My fingers traced my dark flesh. Down my chest and stomach and across my abs, I touched every inch. I moved to my dark yet neatly trimmed pubes and then down the length of my shaft. The head of my cock felt sensitive to my touch. I grazed my smooth balls and then reached between my legs.

There, I found my taint. My body shivered upon contact with it. My hand moved to my ass. My hole was still open and pulsing from the last fuck Cameron had given me. I traced the ring of my anus, and it was tender, but that made me horny. I pushed a finger inside myself. The warmth from my ass consumed my finger. The warmth of it all spread through my body like a wildfire.

"We need to go," Cameron yelled from outside the bathroom.

I snapped back to reality. In the mirror was a black man with brown eyes, radiant skin, a narrow face with a goatee, pink wet lips, kinky curls, and a perfect body. My reflection was that of a stranger as I stared at myself. It was my face, but I had no idea who I was. The Marcus I knew would have never done what I did to Ryan.

The ride back to the house was the longest drive ever. The entire time, my mind was plagued with worry and doubts upon doubts. Doubts that I'd be able to face Ryan. Doubts that I'd be able to hide what happened. Doubts that I'd ever feel anything other than my ass throbbing and vibrating. Cameron had fucked my walls and ass muscles away and left me with a sensation I couldn't get rid of.

I found myself constantly glancing over at Cameron the entire drive to his parents' house. He appeared so chill about everything. He was leaned back in the passenger seat with a pair of black sunglasses on. I couldn't really tell if he was sleeping or not. He had plugged his phone in to navigate me back to the house and he just went silent on me.

I pulled up to the house. Standing out on the porch was Gill. His eyes were on us the second I put the car in park. I immediately felt uneasy about walking into the house. I cut the car off. Cameron sat up in his seat. I guess he hadn't been sleeping after all.

"Should we talk," he asked me.

"Should we talk?" I imploded. "You wait until we arrive back at the house to wanna talk. You are the epitome of a fuck boy."

"Wow! What does that make you, Marcus? You had a choice to not fuck me, and let's not kid each other you definitely fucked me as good as I fucked you."

Something about the way he talked to me triggered me. It wasn't a typical trigger. It activated the queen that lived deep inside me. I found myself wanting to do things that a woman would do in my position. I wanted to slap him. I raised my hand and swung. He caught my wrist, and he held it tight.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You're asking for a spanking, Marcus," he said as he stroked my wrist. It was like he found pleasure in my emotional torture. For some reason, I allowed him to taunt me. I felt alive when he did it.

With my other hand, I slapped him, "BASTARD!" I completely caught him off guard. He didn't see it coming. He instantly let go of my hand. He rubbed the side of his face.

As he narrowed his gaze at me, "If we were alone, I'd bend you over the hood of this car and fuck you for hours straight."

There was a knock at the passenger-side window. Gill had come over and was standing outside, looking in at us. I wasn't sure how much he saw and I didn't care at the moment.

Gill yelled, "You two didn't talk enough last night? Come on, get out of the car. Ryan's been worried sick all night."

Cameron sneered, "This isn't over yet. We're just getting started, Mark."

"We are so done, Cam," I hissed through my teeth.

I got out of the car and slammed the door. I don't know how, but I always seemed to let Cameron get under my skin. It was the most consuming feeling in the world because, on the one hand, I found it nearly repulsive, and then, on the other hand, he was so captivating. My lust for him was maddening.

I entered the house to find it unusually quiet. Slowly, I made my way up the stairs. With each step I took, it felt like my heart was about to drop into my stomach and burst forward. My knees felt weak, and my palms were all sweaty. It was the longest walk of shame I had ever taken.

I found Ryan sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at the floor. My cell phone was sitting beside him. He felt my presence because he looked up the second I walked into the room. Our eyes met briefly, and then he looked away.

Weakly, I said, "Hey. I'm sorry I stormed off last night."

"Are you done with me," he asked without looking at me.

"What," I was baffled by the question, "What do you mean? Why would you think that?"

"You never came back last night," he said. He was baring his emotions and I found that to be hot.

"Cameron had me take him to some house about an hour away. I didn't know how to get home. My phone was here, so I couldn't use GPS. I'm sorry I made you worry about me."

He looked at me and said, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you who Tanner really was. I was just excited, and it was wrong of me. I love you, Marcus."

He came and stood in front of me. That look of sex was in his eyes. He kissed me, and I froze. Images of Cameron fucking me in various positions played in my mind. Ryan sensed something was wrong with me. He pulled away and stared into my eyes.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just feel sticky and tired. I didn't sleep much. I was worried about us," I lied.

As he pulled me closer, he said, "Let me show you that you have nothing to worry about."

He ran his hand up my back as we held each other's gaze. Just as he reached the nape of my neck, he stopped, and slowly, his hands ran down my backside. Instantly, my body relaxed in his hands. He knew just where to touch me. After nine months of making me his, he knew all my buttons.

His hands came to a rest just above my ass. He pulled tighter, and I could feel his erection pressing against my crotch. He grinded his hips against me, and I bit my bottom lip. I wanted to resist him, but I knew if I did, it would raise questions. I never turned sex down with Ryan. Before my encounter with Cameron, he had been the best fuck of my life.

Ryan moved his fingers inside the waistband of my pants and underwear. His hands ran over my smooth ass cheeks. He cuffed my globes in his hands, and my cock began to stir in my pants. My ass cheeks slightly parted for him. His finger pressed against my taint, and very carefully, he moved it. He was about to touch my hole.

My anus was still throbbing and wet inside from all the rounds I had done with Cameron. I couldn't let Ryan touch me there. I pushed him away, and he stood there, confused for a moment. I took my shirt off and pulled my pants and underwear off. His eyes lit up with a burning fire. Ryan licked his lips and pulled his shirt off. I took a seat on the bed.

"Worship me," I said as I slowly jacked my cock.

He got on his knees in front of me, and we began kissing. My fingers moved around his nipples, and his tongue swirled inside my mouth. He kissed my chest and stomach, and then he took my cock into his mouth. He sucked the head of my dick, making sure he rolled his tongue across the slit.

"Oh fuck, Ry. That feels so fucking good," I panted.

He opened his mouth wider and swallowed my shaft. He moved up and down my cock. With each movement, he stroked my long thick black dick with vigor and desire. As he deep-throated my cock like a hungry bottom, his mouth made all these slurping noises. The noises turned me on. It was like it appealed to the sexual beast that lay in wait inside of me.

I stood up, lifted Ryan, and tossed him on his back on the bed. I snatched his pants and underwear off. His hard cock slapped his stomach. I hiked his legs up, and he spread his ass cheeks for me. His hole winked at me repeatedly.

I kissed his rosebud and then licked the ring of his ass. I pushed my tongue inside of him inch by inch. He moaned and stroked his fat cock. His puckered hole quickly became my morning breakfast. As I feasted on his hole, his legs would shake. He couldn't get enough of me munching on his sweetness.

His cock was dripping precum. I knocked his hand away and took that pretty dick into my mouth. He looked at me with lustful eyes. He wanted more, and I gave him more. I swallowed his cock down my throat and inserted a finger into his anal cavity. I slowly turned my fingers in his ass as I moved up and down his cock.

He moaned, "Yes. Yes. Yes. Suck my dick. Fuck yeah."

I always loved how vocal Ryan was with sex. He wasn't afraid to let you know what he liked, loved, and hated. I dug my finger deeper into him. I stretched his hole and tapped his walls.

"Marcus, please fuck me. I need it bad. Put your cock in me," he begged.

I gave him what he wanted. I eased my big dick into his hungry hot boy pussy. His walls gripped me tight. Inch by inch, I fed his hole until he had every last bit of me. Then I began to move my hips, working my cock in and out of his hole.

He cried, "Oh fuck. I love it when you're inside of me."

His talented ass quickly began to coat my cock with the juices that flowed from the muscles of his ass. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and his feet rested on my ass. I began to pound him harder. He started letting out the most sensual moans ever.

He quickly started to stroke his cock. I moved deeper into his hole. My dick pulsed inside of him. He felt silky smooth inside. I kissed him to silence him and pounded him harder and faster. My balls were like drumsticks against his cheeks. We kissed over and over as our tongues played house. He rocked his body on the bed, trying to get my cock even deeper inside of him.

I pushed him further into the middle of the bed. His cock had turned bright red, and so were his balls. He was panting and breathing hard. His eyes were glossy and dark. In all honesty, Ryan looked so fucking sexy. I loved when his cock and balls would turn red. It was like a sure sign that I was loving his body the way he deserved and needed it.

Ryan moaned loudly and screamed, "Oh, baby, you're fucking me so good."

His hole throbbed around my cock. I was deep inside of him. He used his hand to twist the head of his cock like a corkscrew. I moved deeper inside of him. His ass was talking to me. It was squeaking with every thrust I gave him.

"It's so fucking good, Ry," I said as I thrust into him with hard deep strokes.

I slowed my strokes down. They became sensual in nature. I gave very slow and deliberate strokes. I wanted him to feel every inch. I was deep in his guts, and I would barely pull my dick out as I fucked him. I just made my cock move round and round inside of him. I drove him mad with pleasure with those circle strokes.

Ryan couldn't take any more teasing from me and my cock. He used all his strength to roll us. My dick never left his hole. He was on top, and he began to ride my cock. He bounced up and down on my dick. He took it deeper as he rode me faster. His ass was dripping wet. He stroked his cock harder and faster.

"I'm gonna cum," he screamed.

I grabbed his cheeks and began to fuck up into him hard and fast. His dick sprayed me with cum. I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of it as I could. He bounced up and down on my cock harder and harder. I could feel my dick throbbing in his tunnel. He was determined to make me cum.

His hole was so relaxed from his nut that I slid even deeper inside of him. He let out a loud moan. It sounded almost like a female. That sent me racing off the deep end. My dick exploded inside of him. I filled him with my hot cum.

"Fuck," I screamed.

He slowly eased off my dick. It felt so tender and sensitive. I could have cried from the overwhelming feelings I felt in my cock. Ryan lay next to me and put his hand on my chest.

"We should fight more often," he said with a giggle. "That was amazing."

True to Gill's word, Tanner and his family arrived for dinner that night. I tried to keep my composure and not let it affect me. I was the one, after all, who had cheated. The dinner was going pretty good for the most part. Everyone seemed to be getting along. It was like the previous night's antics had never happened.

"So, Marcus, what are you studying at MIT," Tanner randomly asked me.

"Well, I went for Biology. However, I'm thinking about pursuing my passion and love of photography instead."

"Interesting," he said as he took a bite of his food, "So, MIT offers photography? Seems like something you wouldn't take there."

Ryan chimed in, "Marcus is having cold feet about his future, but I'm gonna help him stay the course."

Cameron spoke, "I think if you want to pursue your passions, you should do it. There's nothing wrong with that. More people should follow their hearts."

"Of course, you would think that," Gill said to Cameron.

I looked over at Cameron. He was sitting directly across from me. Our eyes met, and he gave me a soft smile. I smiled politely back at him. This was Typical Cameron behavior. He knew just what to say and when to say it to pull me back into his orbit. I also knew if I didn't engage him, Gill would get under his skin, and we'd have a repeat of last night.

"I wish I could have taken photos of us riding horses the other day. Your brother dropped mine and broke it," I said, half playful and half upset about it.

"You rode a horse for the first time, and it was with Cam," Ryan asked me. He was shocked and somewhat disappointed.

Cameron quickly answered, "The other day when you were out with the fam. I was here when he woke up."

Cameron was damn near ready to burst with glee. I kicked his leg under the table. He quickly jumped and narrowed his eyes at me. Then he smirked like someone who was plotting something.

"Sorry, I was trying to stretch," I lied.

"Me too," he said as he kicked his leg out and kicked me back. I don't even know why I was shocked that he did it.

I kicked him again, and he kicked me back. Before I realized it, we were both laughing at our stupidity like some high schoolers. It didn't take long for us to realize that we were the only two laughing. Everyone else was just watching us. Ryan seemed more frustrated with us than anything.

The rest of the evening was pretty much uneventful. Right after dinner, Cameron took off. I spent the night listening to Tanner relish in the days he and Ryan spent hanging out in high school. Part of me secretly wished Cameron had stayed. That way I would have had somebody around to have a little banter with.

The house was dark and quiet. Ryan was sound asleep next to me. For some reason, I couldn't sleep. It was nearly 2 am, and I was staring into the dark. I figured a midnight snack would be good, so I made my way to the kitchen. Everyone was asleep, so I snuck down in just my boxer briefs.

I was looking in the fridge when the back door opened, and Cameron walked in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. He didn't even try to hide it. He quickly eye fucked me again and again.

"Fancy seeing you up," he said quietly. His eyes sparkled with magic and charm.

"I thought everyone would be asleep," I said as I looked around sheepishly. My pulse began to race.

He pulled on his dick through his pants and said, "Well, we're all up now."

I closed the fridge, "Good night, Cameron." Truthfully, I hoped he would make me stay.

"Wait. I have something for you. I was going to wait, but now is as good a time as any," he said as he pulled out a digital camera. "It's probably not as fancy as the one you had before, but I want you to follow your passion and take some photos while you're here and of me." He gave me a playful pose as if he were a model. "I could be America's Next Top Model."

Cameron gave me a beautiful smile as he handed me the camera. I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. He had touched me with a simple gesture. I reached out and took the camera. Our hands briefly touched, and I felt that spark run through me. The flame began to burn once again deep inside of me.

My heart began to race faster. He was like my angel under the pale moonlight. Gravity inched me closer and closer to him. My arms snaked their way around his body, and my lips drew closer to his. For a moment, our lips touched in the most tender way possible. He lifted me up by my ass cheeks, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Those tender kisses vanished. We became aggressive and passionate with our kisses. He carried me down into the basement. He bent me over the washing machine and pulled my underwear down. I heard his pants drop to the floor.

He rubbed his thick cock across my hole. My body ran hot with desire. My spine tingled, and I braced myself for his intrusion. I welcomed it more than he could ever know.

He breathed in my ear, "Say you consent, Marcus."

"I consent, Cameron," I uttered, nearly breathless.

Cameron pushed his cock inside of me. The flames in my ass engulfed his thick white cock. I moaned, and Cameron quickly covered my mouth. He fed me every inch of his cock until I could feel his pubes resting against my cheeks. Slowly he withdrew his cock and then slammed it back inside of me. No matter how mad Camron would make me, I just couldn't seem to avoid falling into his orbit. No one man should be feeling all this pleasure, yet here I was getting it from the two brothers I was desperately torn between. Damn... there's so much more to come.

TO BE CONTINUED

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