Between The Brothers Ch. 16

CHAPTER 16: THE WAY LOVE GOES

The sounds of Cameron and Marcus's sexual activities were proving to be a bit much for Ryan. He was trying to put on a brave face and be strong and selfless, but he was conflicted and hurt. Both the people he loved were busy loving each other, and he was left out.

He couldn't take the sounds anymore. He jumped out of bed and slipped on some clothes. He grabbed his keys and wallet and left the room. The sounds were worse in the hallway. It was like they were intentionally being louder, but he knew that wasn't the case. He was down the stairs and nearly out the door when he heard his dad call after him.

"No worse feeling than hearing someone you love loving someone else," Gill said from the darkness.

Ryan stopped in his tracks. He wanted to ignore Gill, but he couldn't. A major part of him blamed Gill for everything that was and had happened.

Ryan turned, "You know, if that was coming from anyone else, I'd feel better, but it coming from you just makes me want to put you on your ass. Respectfully!"

"You blame me for Marcus and Cameron's actions?" As he asked the question he appeared from the dark like some thief. He looked worse than when he talked to Marcus earlier.

"No," Ryan quietly shouted. "I blame you for Cameron's action. He met Marcus at that bar, and he flirted with him, but it wasn't until he realized that he was my boyfriend that he became more serious about his pursuit because you fostered this competitive environment between us. Cameron did what you raised him to do."

"You're right. You're standing up to your old man. You're defending yourself, and I couldn't be more proud of you, but you have to fight for what's yours. You want Marcus? Then go snatch him back." Gill yelled nearly every word.

Ryan gawked at him, "Are you serious? You're a got damn lunatic. Why are you even here still? We don't want you here. You ruined this family!"

Ryan stormed out of the house. Gill followed behind him. He was not done talking. Ryan was his baby boy, and he did indeed love him. He wanted him to always win in life. Was he going about it the wrong way? Yes, but his intentions and heart were in the right place.

"You get back here," Gill called out.

"Piss off, old man," Ryan shouted.

Ryan unlocked the car and got in. Gill jumped in before Ryan could drive off. Gill being there only angered Ryan more. He just wanted to be left alone. Why couldn't his dad just respect that? He wondered.

"Will you get out!" Ryan yelled.

"No! You're my son. I fucked up a lot, but I'm not gonna let you be alone and sad. If you want to drive around, drive around, but I'm going to be here the entire time." He was adamant about sticking close to his son. "Please, son! Let me just sit here so you're not alone."

Ryan wanted to protest more, but he just gave up and drove off. The drive was quiet. For ten miles, they rode in silence. Then Gill started to have a tingling sensation in his arm that began to turn into a throbbing pain.

"Ryan," he barely muttered.

Ryan glanced over at him. He did a double-take because he could tell something was wrong. Gill clenched his left arm. His chest felt like it was tightening and on the verge of exploding.

"Dad," Ryan panicked. "Dad, what's wrong?"

"I think I'm having a heart attack," Gill said as he slumped over.

"Dad!" He yelled as he took his eyes off the road for a moment. He reached over to touch his dad. The car drifted over into another lane.

The bright, blinding headlights of the oncoming car grabbed Ryan's attention. He was going to collide with the other car head-on. Ryan quickly swerved to avoid a crash. His car went off the side of the road and hit a tree. The airbags deployed, and all that could be heard was the constant sound of the horn blowing from his wrecked car.

**

The ride to the hospital was the longest and most daunting thing ever. I had clearly been through some traumatic things in my life before. Seeing Ryan's ID covered in blood reminded me of the pain and devastation I felt when Benito killed himself in front of me.

Cameron's sniffles brought me back out of my own pasture of hurt and back to the present. He was focused on the drive, but tears were flowing from his eyes. I placed my hand on his thigh in a comforting manner. I wanted to reassure him as best I could that he wasn't alone.

The entire family gathered in the waiting room. I faded into the background as the family hugged and cried on each other. Other people from the town showed up, one of those people being Tanner. My heart felt heavy, and memories of Benito started to play in my mind.

It felt like we had been waiting forever. The entire time, I sat there feeling like I wasn't even in my own skin. Everything was happening around me, but I wasn't there. I was in my head thinking about Ryan and Benito. I was comparing them and trying to figure out why I did what I did to them. The doctor came out to speak with the family. I had watched enough television to know that he was about to give some sort of painful news.

Eric was the first one to jump and speak, "Doctor, how's my brother? How's Ryan?"

He answered, "Ryan is going to be fine. He's very lucky. He's walking away with a few bumps and bruises."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. My heart leaped, but I didn't allow myself to get too happy. I knew better, but I waited for him to reveal what I already knew. Then Carol spoke. I had almost forgotten that this wasn't the first husband she had lost.

She said, "It's okay, doctor, you can say it. Gill's dead, right? That look isn't all good news."

"Mom, don't say that," her daughter snapped at her.

"Your husband suffered a heart attack. He's alive, but he has a long road ahead of him. It was your son's quick action following the collision that saved his life."

"He didn't die," she said as she began to weep hysterically.

I saw Ryan before anyone. He walked out the back through those two enormous wooden doors, and my heart leaped. He looked lost and sad. My soul was overcome with a flood of emotions. I couldn't decipher any of them; they were all confusing to me.

"Ryan," I screamed out.

When he saw me, his eyes lit up. I gave him the biggest hug I had ever given anyone. I don't know why, but for some reason, I sobbed. The moment he wrapped his arms around me, I lost it. I was like a hysterical clown.

"I'm okay. It's gonna take more than a car crash for you to get rid of me," he said with a cheery demeanor.

I couldn't explain why I was crying. Ryan was alive and well, so I shouldn't have been a mess, but I was. Some type of vortex had opened in my heart and soul, and it was like a dam overflowing. Maybe it was the thought of nearly losing Ryan. What I do know is that I couldn't stop.

Another set of arms wrapped around us. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was Cameron. I could feel his heart beating on my back. I knew his heartbeat and his scent.

"I'm glad you're okay, little brother," he said.

"Thanks, Cam!"

We all broke free. I dried my eyes. I was going to say something else, but before I could, Tanner threw his arms around Ryan. He kissed him, and I wanted to vomit at the sight of it.

"I thought I lost you, Bud."

Ryan smiled, and Tanner pulled him in for another hug. During their hug, Ryan's eyes found mine, and we stared at one another. I didn't want to leave him, and it was confusing the fuck out of me because I knew I loved Cameron just as much.

THREE DAYS LATER

The kitchen was quiet. The family was gathered around the table, eating breakfast. I was seated next to Cameron, and Ryan was across from me. I spent the morning trying to avoid looking at him. I had spent the last three days avoiding him.

I could feel Ryan staring at me. I looked up and caught his gaze. I quickly looked away. Cameron placed his hand on my thigh. I looked at him, and he gave me a weak smile before cutting his eyes at Ryan. He didn't give him a mean look. It was one of deep understanding.

"I need to make a phone call home," I said as I got up from the table.

Something was wrong with me. I couldn't find my happiness. I thought I'd be happy now that I was with Cameron. Something was amiss, and I couldn't figure it out. I went into Cameron's bedroom and closed the door. I pulled out my phone and FaceTime, my grandmother. She had more wisdom than anyone I knew.

When she answered, a sense of peace and calmness washed over me. She was such a force of nature and a light in our family.

"Snoop, what's wrong with you? You look sad," she said with that intuition that I loved about her.

"Grandma, I hate when you call me that," I complained but secretly loved it.

"Well, that's your name. What's wrong with you, and don't you lie to me?" To be nearly eighty years old, she still had the sass of someone twenty years of age, and I loved that about her.

"Nothing," I lied. She knew I was lying. She could read anyone well.

She rolled her eyes and said, "You can fool some people some of the time but you can't fool me no time. I know some wrong. I can see it in your eyes."

"I don't know what's wrong. I thought I'd be happy. I'm in love with two people. Two brothers."

"Brothers!" She couldn't believe her ears. "You givin' a whole new meaning to keeping it in the family." She ended her statement with a laugh.

"Oh my God! I'm horrible. Why does this keep happening to me? Why can't I just be happy with the one?"

"People have been in love with more than one person since the beginning of time. You can't help who you love. You can thou help how you treat them. You don't want them to be in the dark about your feelings and intentions. Be honest about your feelings."

"People are gonna judge me and hate me. I don't want to hurt anyone. I've hurt people in love before."

"People gonna hurt regardless. Just like people will judge us till the day we die, and even when you die, someone will judge you for not dying the right way. All that matters is that you lived a life you were happy with and pleasing to God."

I signed, "God is not pleased with me. I'm going to hell no matter what."

"Why because you gay? If that's true, then you should party and do what the hell you wanna do then. Don't let fear keep you from doing what you want. Close your eyes and picture your future. If you could have everything you ever wanted, which brother would you want to share all of that with?"

"I already know the answer."

"Good," she paused. " Two brothers? I told your mama you were out there in them woods doing some you had no business doing."

"Grandma?!"

"It's the truth. You out there being fast as hell. You get it from your mama, thou, and well, she got it from me."

She ended her statement with a hearty laugh. Her joy and outlook on life always put a smile on my face. I felt like such a burden had been lifted off me. There was a tap at the door, and Cameron walked into the room.

"Grandma, I gotta go. I love you and talk to you soon."

"Love you too, snoop."

My chocolate face went white as a sheep when she called out my nickname. Cameron heard her, and he flashed his charming smile at me. I ended the FaceTime with her.

"So, snoop," he said, very coy.

I held up my finger, "Don't you dare."

He laughed and put his hands up, "I'll let it be for now."

He came and sat on the bed next to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I felt like I melted in his embrace. My mind was clear, but inside, my heart was still heavy.

"I love you, Mar," he said as he kissed the top of my head.

"I love you too."

"Something seems off with you. You haven't been your fiery self since that night you came back."

"I think when I thought Ryan had died, it reminded me of my past. I was in a love triangle between two friends. I picked the bad boy, Tyshawn. The good guy, Benito, killed himself, and I thought history, in some weird way, was repeating itself."

"You love him, don't you," he asked.

"I do, but I'm with you, Cam," I tried to sound convincing, but I knew it wasn't working.

We didn't say another word. We lay in bed silently next to one another. Cameron snuggled with me. I was the big spoon, and he was the little spoon.

TWO WEEKS LATER

The last two weeks had been crazy. Following my conversation with Cameron I had to go back to Boston and prepare for the first day of classes. Two days later, I decided to take a gap year. Cameron was beyond supportive. I was going to travel and take all the photos I could that inspired me.

I hadn't talked to Ryan. I told people I was giving him space to heal and move on. The truth is I was giving myself the space and time to heal and move on from things. I was so in love with both Ryan and Cameron it was crazy.

I walked inside the hotel lobby, looking for Cameron. He had flown me to Denver so he could see me before I left for Europe. He had insisted on seeing me, and my only request was that I not step foot on his family ranch anytime soon. Cameron was nowhere to be found. I called him.

He answered, "Hey, gorgeous."

I blushed, "Babe, where are you? I'm in the lobby."

He replied, "I had to run and grab something. There's a key for you at the front desk. You're in room 1145."

"Okay. I can't wait to see you," I said.

"Me too. I love you."

"l love you."

I got the key and entered the room. It was spacious, clean, and quiet. There was a massage table, oils, and two bottles of bubbly. I dropped my bags and sat down. I kicked my shoes and relaxed. Just as I was starting to get comfortable, the door opened. I stood ready to greet Cameron. Imagine my surprise when Ryan entered the room with Cameron.

"Seriously," Ryan blurted out.

"What is happening right now," I asked.

Annoyed, Cameron answered, "Yes, seriously, and I'll tell you what's happening. The two people I love so much are avoiding each other, and it's obvious why. There are things left unspoken between you two. Say whatever and do what you have to do. I want to be able to have a relationship with my baby brother and my boyfriend. So, I'm gonna leave for an hour or so, and when I get back, there had better be some resolution."

"There's nothing to talk about. "We're fine," I yelled.

"Well, you heard him, Cam. We're fine." Ryan was so sarcastic with his delivery.

"Bullshit! You two are going to sit your asses here and figure it out. I mean it!"

"Fine!" Ryan and I both yelled at Cameron.

"Good," he said as he left the room.

Ryan and I stood there staring at one another for the longest time in absolute silence. There was more tension in the air than I would have thought. It was clear that we were both hurting and missing each other. It was also clear that I was the one responsible for most of that hurt.

"How've you been?" It was the only thing I could think of to ask to break the tension.

"How have I been," he giggled. "Let's see, my dad had a heart attack in front of me. I was in a car crash. My brother is dating my ex-boyfriend. All of that I can deal with, but what hurts me the most is I lost my best friend in the process."

"Tanner," I asked stupidly.

"Tanner? Are you fuckin serious? No! You! You became my everything: my best friend, my safety, my joy, my love, dude. I came to Boston, and I didn't know much about guys and feelings. I learned things from you. You promised to still be in my life, and the second I became selfless and let go, you let me go."

"You think this is easy?! You almost died, and it wrecked my soul."

"I'm alive, and you act as if I'm dead! I don't understand what I did wrong. I'm trying, Marcus. What do you want from me? I will do anything at this point because I love you so much despite everything you've done."

"I am in love with you!"

"You are?"

"Yes! I want you, and I want Cameron. I want you both always. There was always something missing, and then I met Cam, and I felt whole almost, and then I lost you both, and then I got Cam back, and something is missing. That something is you. So fuck it! All the cards on the table, Cowboy! I want you both, or I have neither one of you."

"You want us both. You selfish son of a bitch."

"That's me selfish as fuck. I'm in love with two brothers at the same time. You want me to choose. That's my choice. I want both of you. I fucking love you and Cameron. I don't want anyone else touching you or loving you. When I saw Tanner kiss you at the hospital, I wanted to die."

"All cards on the table. I left home that night because I was jealous listening to the two of you. I wasn't included. That night we both had sex with you was one of the best nights ever. I do love Cameron and it's twisted. He's my brother, and people are going to think so many things about us."

"Fuck 'em, let people think. Only people who matter are us. I love you, Ryan Young. You are part of my life, and I can't let go of you."

"Good because I don't want you to ever let go of me, beautiful."

"Like a moth to a flame, burned by desire," I said as I took a step towards him.

He stepped towards me and said, "My love is blind; can't you see my desire."

In unison, we said, "That's the way love goes."

We took hold of each other's hands. Our hearts were like magnetics pulling us together. We didn't fight the pull or the feelings between us. He placed his hand around my waist and onto my lower back. I did the same, and we searched each other's eyes.

I found his love, passion, and fire for me. He could see my love, affection, and desire for him in mine. My lips inched closer to his. They met like two stars colliding to form a cosmic singularity. We exploded with intensity. The fire burned like that of the sun.

His tongue swirled in my mouth. Our hands explored each other's bodies in a way we had never done before. We were touching one another like it was the first time we had ever touched. We broke away from our kiss. My forehead came to a rest against his.

The room felt like it was spinning, and only he could stop it. I closed my eyes, inhaled, exhaled, opened them, and let my feelings take over. I ripped his shirt open. The look on his face told me I had both shocked and turned him on. I ran my hands over his smooth, tight body.

As I began to unbuckle his pants, I bit his bottom lip. He let out a soft whimper that was painful and pleasurable. His pants fell to the ground. He was commando. I stepped away from him and admired his naked body.

"Do you give yourself to me, cowboy?" My voice was laced with seduction.

Ryan replied with a sensual desperation, "Always!"

I picked him up. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. We exchanged a horny wet kiss. I carried him over to the bed and sat him on the edge of it. My eyes told him what I wanted. He lay back on it for me. His entire body was on display. His cock was starting to come alive as his chest slowly rose and fell.

I couldn't resist the urge to taste him. I took his member into my mouth, and he let out a moan that rang through my ears. His cock was hard and throbbing with a sweet taste. I took it all the way down my throat. My hand twisted and jerked the shaft with the perfect pressure and skill.

He moaned out, "Oh God. Your mouth feels incredible, baby. Please don't stop."

Ryan moaned and ran his hands over my back. He started to lift his hips up off the bed and fuck my throat. Repeatedly I deep-throated his cock. Each time I did it, his body would shiver. The feel of his cock in my mouth and his hands on my body was far more exhilarating than I could have imagined. His dick turned red in my hands. As usual, seeing his cock turn bright red always put a smile on my face. He couldn't hide his emotions from me.

I allowed my lips to drag across the shaft of his penis. I tickled the head of his cock with my tongue. His body responded positively to all my touches. I pulled off his cock and rolled him onto his stomach. I ran my hands over his smooth cheeks. He giggled, but it was a sexual giggle. My hands felt good to him. He enjoyed being in my hands.

I spread his cheeks. His pretty pink hole was pulsing and begging for my love and attention. My saliva slowly dangled from my mouth over his entryway for a second. It dropped directly on his rosebud, and I took my thumb and smeared it all over his hole. In the process, I made his body tingling.

"Don't tease me, beautiful," he cried.

I kissed his cheeks, sucking each one into my mouth. With a firm slap on his ass, I started eating his precious hole. I pushed my tongue inside of him, and his legs shivered. There was no stopping or letting up. His hole was my meal. I gushed over his pussy. The taste of his sweat, skin, and insides came together in my mouth like a French pastry. I drove my face deeper into his ass.

My lips connected with the ring of his anus. I sucked and sucked as if I were trying to snatch his soul out through his hole. Ryan loved every minute of it. I wanted him to not only know but feel just how much I loved him. I had never shown it through the art of lovemaking. At least not the scale I was currently on. I rolled my tongue from his taint up across his hole and back down again. Over and over, I repeated the act. I wanted him wetter than the ocean.

He bounced and tossed his ass back in my face. He wanted more. I wanted more. He tasted so good. His big balls kept pressing into the mattress. Ryan pleaded with me to eat him more. I used my tongue around his hole and pushed my finger inside of him. His hole was on fire. The warmth of his ass took me by surprise.

"FUCK! You're on fire inside. Damn," I exclaimed. I hadn't felt such heat before.

"You're making me feel so good, Marcus."

"Yea," I asked as I dug my finger deeper into him. "You like it when I touch like this?"

"Yes," he screamed in delirium.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. My body pressed against his backside, and we kissed; it was sloppy and beautiful. I slapped his ass, and it moved like jelly. I broke the kiss and took my cock, and slapped it across his hole. He instantly got chills on the skin around his ass. I couldn't wait any longer to be back inside of him.

"You want my dick, cowboy," I asked him with this drunk look on my face.

He nodded his head vigorously. "Please put it in me. I need you in me."

I lined my cock up with his hole. He made his ass shake like a needy slut. I pushed the head against his entrance and then pulled away. He let out a sigh of frustration. I pushed again against his hole. The tip barely slid inside, and then I pulled away. He groaned that time. I knew what I was doing. Ryan also knew what I was doing. He both loved and hated it.

"Baby, please," he begged.

I placed the head of my dick on his hole and then dragged it around, making a circle. A trail of precum dangled from my dick and smeared across the pink rose in front of me. Ryan reached back and tried to take my cock in his hand. I slapped his hand away. His breathing started to become more anxious. He wanted it badly. He wasn't the only one. I wanted it badly, as well.

I slightly pushed forward, and his hole opened. The head of my cock disappeared inside of him. We let out a loud happy sound as the entire length of my cock sank into the bottom of his ass. I fed him my dick graciously until my pubes were resting against his ass, my balls against his, and our thighs were connected. I gave him a moment to adjust. My hands ran across his ass.

I started to slowly move in and out of him. His pussy clenched my dick, and he started to moan like a sexy power bottom. I moved fast and deep in and out of his hole. He gripped the covers, and then our bodies began to slap into one another, making erotic sounds. Ryan's hole massaged my cock. His insides burned and ignited me.

"Oh my God. Marcus. FUCK! FUCK ME DADDY!"

There was something about being called daddy that sent me into a different head space. I wrapped my arms around his neck and plowed him harder. His cheeks were bouncing with ripples. It was like watching special effects or something. I drilled his hole with the power I didn't know I was capable of possessing. His entire body rocked and shook from the assault of my pleasurable weapon. His hole was dripping wet.

Both of our breathing had changed. We were panting and moaning. My cock was in paradise. Ryan was submitting his everything to me. The passion running through us was bursting out in the best way. I rammed my dick deep into his bowels. His body started to shake like he was having a seizure.

"Oh fuck," he screamed.

I just knew other people could hear us. Ryan quickly turned and got on his knees before me. My dick was covered in his ass juices. He took my cock into his mouth and began to suck it. His lips felt so good. I fucked his mouth as he slurped all over my tool. He tugged on my balls and swallowed me whole.

I pulled him off my cock and tossed him back on the bed on his back. I pulled him to the edge. I wanted those ass cheeks hanging off the bed. I pushed my cock back inside of him. I started to plow him hard and fast. My balls were constantly slamming into his backside. I took his erect cock into my hand and started to stroke him as I split him open. He squirmed in my hands. He pawed my ass cheeks. Our eyes connected, and we both had this crazy drunk-in-love look on our faces. We were happy and in love. I could feel my ass cheeks clenching each time I drove my dick inside of him.

I lifted my right leg onto the bed so I could go deeper. I wanted him to feel every part of me inside of him. That fear of possibly losing him had forced me to confront everything head-on. I was not going to give him any reason to doubt that I didn't love him just as much as I loved Cameron.

My balls smashed into Ryan's taint. His hole dripped in a creamy white richness that made me fuck him more and harder. His body was drenched in sweat. His insides felt like a volcano. Each time my cock drove into him, you could hear the liquid bubbling in his ass. It was hot, nasty, erotic, and sensual. I pulled my dick out and fell back on the bed. Ryan was about to straddle me when he stopped and smiled. He took my throbbing member into his hands.

"Baby, you turned pink."

"What," I asked, nearly afraid to look as I sat up. He was right. The head of my cock head turned a bright pink. That had never happened to me before. The head of my dick had always been a dull pink that went well with my dark complexion. I was more turned on than I realized.

I smirked, "It's because of you. You got me on fire, cowboy."

"That's so fucking hot." Ryan was in complete awe.

He eased down on my dick. That fire in his boy pussy still burned, and I loved it. I placed my hands on his ass and helped him slam up and down on my cock. His insides felt like they were molding my cock. He rode me hard and fast. He bounced up and down on me without mercy.

"Fuck! Ride my dick, Ryan." I yelled.

"You like the way I ride your cock," he asked as he continued to bounce up and down on my pole.

He slowed down and teased my dick with his hole. He moved off it and down plowed back down. He fucked my dick like an expert. His juice ran over my balls and down my thighs. Our lips connected, and I held him tight and just started to fuck up into him. I pounded him without mercy. He held on for dear life for the next five minutes.

My stamina began to wane. I slowed down and fucked up into Ryan with less energy. We both laughed, and he climbed off me. He had this look in his eyes that made my heart beat fast. His strong hands moved over my body and across my thick quads.

"Can I have some ass," he asked.

I bit my lips, "You can have whatever you want from me."

Ryan lifted my legs and sucked on my balls. His tongue slid across my taint and then my hole. His fingers probed my hole and made me squeal in delight. He buried his face deep in between my dark cakes. As he ate me out, he stroked my cock, making sure he paid close attention to my pink-flared head.

"Fuck," I moaned.

His tongue danced inside my ass. He moved it around and from side to side. My body felt like it was floating on a cloud, and I was in this happy place I never wanted to leave. There was nothing but intense passion flowing between us. My cock throbbed in his hands, and my hole opened up for his tongue.

Ryan pulled his face out of my ass. He tapped my balls with his cock and then ran the head over my tight hole. We looked at each other as only we could. I knew he was about to take what he wanted, and he knew I wanted him to take it. His cock breached my hole. His dick stretched me, and my walls gripped him.

"FUCK! I love being inside of you," he gushed over my boy pussy.

With every inch, I felt my ass start to become wet. He pushed all of his cock inside of me, and then he started to fuck me. He slowly fucked me, making long and deep strokes inside of me. I placed on leg on his shoulder and let him fuck me at the perfect angle. My ass cheeks hung off the bed and bounced each time he fucked into me.

As my moans started to grow, he picked up his pace. Ryan began to fuck me harder. His cock moved in and out of me. He started hitting my spot, and my back rose off the bed. He didn't stop fucking me. He wrecked me even more.

"Oh fuck. Don't stop, baby," I pleaded.

"I'm so fuckin deep inside of you," he proclaimed like a king.

He was, in fact, deep inside of me. He fucked me harder and faster. His dick was on a mission. He pulled my body closer to him. I wrapped my legs around him, and he took my cock in his hands. He stroked me and fucked me to the same beat. I could feel my balls bouncing and my cheeks jumping. My cock was leaking in his hands.

Ryan's dick moved in and out of me with great ease. My ass was wet and offered no resistance. I wanted his dick. I was drawn to it. My body was on fire. We were sweating and panting. Nothing else in the world mattered. He leaned in and kissed me, and I wanted to freeze that moment in time. He slammed into me, and his dick popped out. I flipped onto my knees and then extended my legs out into a leg stretch-like position.

Ryan slapped my ass and said, "Fucking Olympic gold medalist position!"

He inserted his cock back inside of me. I started to bounce back on his cock like a hungry slut. Ryan wrapped his arm around my neck and held on as I fucked his cock with my ass. You could hear the gush in my ass as we fucked. He took over and started to pound me. He worked his hips and drove his cock deep inside of me.

"You feel me inside of you," he asked.

I could only nod my head and moan. He placed his hands on my chest and tweaked my nipples. He slowed down and fucked me sensually. He drugged his cock across my prostate. I could feel every vein in his cock siding against my walls. It felt like someone was crawling all over me and inside of me. I couldn't explain it, but Ryan was hitting something inside of me in a way I hadn't felt before.

I took over and eased back and forth on his thick cock. My ass had ripples running through it. Ryan ran his hands all over my back and ass. It was loving, affectionate, and comforting. I felt special and loved beyond all fucking reason and doubt. Ryan was clearly letting me know that what we had was equally as hot and passionate as what I had with Cameron.

My hole was a creamy mess. I could feel it dripping everywhere. I moved a little faster and forth on Ryan's cock. He drove his dick deeper inside of me. Our bodies kept meeting the tide, meeting the shore. Each time his dick touched my spot, my cock would get harder. He pulled out of me and spun me around. He took my dick into his mouth. I placed my hand on the back of his head and fucked his mouth. His chin met my balls, and I pushed a finger into his bouncy ass.

He let out a moan. I needed to get back inside of him. I picked him up and put him on his back. I slid back inside of him. He let out a deep moan, and I started to thrust in and out of him. My hips moved in a meticulous manner. I was slow, hard, and long with it. Our lips connected, and I took my baby. He loved every moment of it. He begged for it to never end.

He stroked his fat cock, and I picked up my pace. He started to cry out and swear. He jerked his cock faster and harder. His balls drew up, and then he screamed. Cum flew from his cock. He covered his chest in his white dessert. I continued to fuck his sweet, tight, hot ass. His walls tightened and flexed on my cock. I couldn't fight it. His hole milked my cock. I exploded balls deep inside of him. I tried to bury all my babies deep inside of him.

I pulled my cock out and dropped to my knees, and sucked as much of my cum out of his ass as possible. His body was tender and exhausted; he enjoyed what I was doing to him, though. Ryan moaned and ran his fingers through my hair. I sucked and licked his abused hole over and over for several minutes. My hands squeezed his ass cheeks. When I was finally satisfied and had a mouth full of cum I kissed him. During our kiss, I dropped my cum down his throat, and he swallowed it all. That was making love. That was hot, nasty, and erotic, and I wanted it every day for the rest of my fucking life.

Ryan slid off the bed and down to his knees. He took my cum covered cock into his mouth and sucked it clean. His tongue was like a smooth rag, cleaning me off. He licked my balls and the shaft of my dick. I pulled him to his feet.

"I love you, Ryan," I confessed.

"I love you too. You sure you want to go down this road," he asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Are you willing to try it?"

"I'm willing to try it," he said.

We kissed again. We lost ourselves in the passion of our warm embrace. We didn't hear Cameron enter the room. We did, however, hear him when he expressed his shock.

"Is this our new normal? Brothers, who fuck the same guy," Cameron asked.

We broke our kiss and glanced over at Cameron. His face was hard to read, but the growing outline of his thick cock in his jeans said he liked the sight that was before him. I'm sure people will judge me and call me a slut, and they're probably right. I am a slut, but I'm slut for two brothers. I wasn't just some guy torn between them. I was and am in love with two brothers. Life is like that sometimes. I guess that's just the way love goes, and right now, it's saying that I need to secure what I want and the best way to do that... well, you have to turn the page and find out!

Only four chapters remain!

TO BE CONTINUED

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