My Brother's Best Friends

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

It was finally happening. After years of being told no, my older brother, Kyle, finally agreed to let me tag along on one of his infamous sleepovers with his best friends. What makes them infamous? I have no idea. All I know is that ever since they were in middle school, they would have these sleepovers that were "crazy." But now that I'm finally eighteen, they agreed to let me come.  

"Dudes! Sarah texted me!" Kyle slaps the carpeted floor of Zach's living room excitedly. "Her parents are gone for the weekend, and she wants me to come over." 

"Yeah, buddy! You're gonna get so much pussy, bro!" Zach leans down from the couch to give Kyle a high-five. "You got condoms? I'll give you mine if you don't; we're the same size." 

How does Zach know what size condoms Kyle uses?  

"Sure thing, man, I'll take whatever you got." Kyle gets up excitedly and then frowns when he looks at me. "Shit. What am I supposed to do with Will? If I take him back home, our parents are gonna know something's up." 

"Leave him here, bro," Ivan says, fluffing up his platinum-blond hair. "He can chill with us."

"Are you guys sure?" Kyle asks when Zach walks back in and hands him a twelve-pack of condoms.  

Zach and Ivan share a look and then smirk. "For sure, Willy boy is finally eighteen now. We can teach him how to have some real fun." Zach waggles his eyebrows at Kyle, who laughs, blushing for some reason.  

"Alright, thanks, guys. I owe you one," Kyle says, grabbing his overnight bag and stuffs the condoms in the front pocket.  

"Don't forget to use those." Zach points at them. "We don't need any crotch goblins running around cramping our style." 

They all laugh and then, just like that, Kyle is gone, leaving me alone with his two best friends. Zach and Ivan turn to look at me where I'm sitting on the couch, their smiles predatory. "So, Willy boy, ready for a crazy weekend?" Zach asks.  

I roll my eyes at them. "Please, you guys are only two years older than me. We could have been hanging out together this entire time, but you guys chose to be jerks about it." 

Ivan raises both hands like he's surrendering. "Woah, chill, dude. We wanted to invite you once you turned fourteen, but your brother is the one who said no." He nudges Zach with his elbow. "Isn't that right?"

Zach nods solemnly. "Yeah, to be honest, we only started doing crazy shit around that age too. But Kyle thought you were gonna rat us out to your parents." 

I scoff at the accusation. "As if. So come on then, show me what 'crazy' things you guys would do." 

"You really wanna do this? It's okay if you don't... And if you change your mind, let us know and we'll stop right away," Ivan says seriously.  

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure." I gesture for him to get on with it.  

They both shrug and then start pulling off their clothes--shirts, shorts, and underwear--until they're completely naked. My eyes bug out of their sockets at the sight of the two naked men in front of me.  

Zach is stupidly hot with muscles and washboard abs most guys dream about. There's a thin line of black hair leading from his navel to trimmed pubes just above a soft but glorious cock and a smooth set of balls that hang low.  

Ivan, on the other hand, is incredibly handsome with a lean runner's build and abs. He's completely smooth from the neck down, which only accentuates the size of his dick and balls.  

"What... what are you doing?" I stammer.  

They laugh like I just told them a joke. "This," Zach says, gesturing between him and Ivan, "is what we do when our parents aren't around. We've been doing it since we were fourteen."

"Even Kyle?" I ask weakly.  

They both nod. The room feels really warm, and my throat is dry, like someone force-fed me sand. I pull at the collar of my t-shirt, trying to cool myself down. The fact that my brother has been getting naked with his best friends since he was a teenager is mind-blowing. No wonder they never wanted me around.  

"But aren't you guys straight?"

"We are," Ivan says, "but a hole is a hole." 

"And a mouth is a mouth," Zach adds with a grin.  

"Girls didn't really notice us until we were a little older, but by then we were so used to having fun with each other that we kept going. Hell, we'll probably keep doing this even after we're all married to women. It's just bros helping each other out." Ivan explains calmly.  

"But you don't have to do this if you don't want to. We'll get dressed right now and tell Kyle that you couldn't hack it." Zack says daringly.

Any doubt lingering in me vanishes at that. I want to hang out with these guys, even if it means doing this. They don't have to know I'm gay. Not yet anyway...  

Determined, I stand up and start taking my clothes off, stripping slowly to make a show of it. My shirt comes off, and the room feels normal again; that stifling feeling from before is gone. I push down my sweatpants to reveal my already tented boxers, which I slide down confidently, letting my hard cock slap against my pelvis.  

Zach whistles. "Damn, he's feisty like his brother." 

"His dick looks just like Kyle's too. Almost like they're twins," Ivan says appreciatively. "This is gonna be a lot of fun." 

"Get on your knees," Zach orders. I do as he says, kneeling between both of them. "You're gonna be our cum dump this weekend, Willy. And if you can follow our orders until your brother gets back, then we'll tell him to let you in on our fun from now on." 

I nod, eager to prove myself. "What do you want me to do?" 

"Jerk us off," Ivan says.  

I take their cocks into my hands and feel them come alive, growing in my hands until they're fully hard. Zach has to be a good seven or eight inches while Ivan is at a solid six inches. I stroke from root to tip slowly, and the realization that I'm touching someone else's dick makes my cock throb. I never imagined that my first sexual experience with someone else would involve two guys I've known since I was a kid.  

They're both leaking precum now, so I rub their heads with the pad of my thumb, spreading it across their crowns, causing them to groan.  

"Such a good little slut," Zach says, one of his hands threading through my hair. The filthy praise goes straight to my dick and now I'm leaking too--without even touching myself.  

"Yeah, he is." Ivan says. "I wonder if he's as good a cocksucker as his brother." 

I move forward to lick at Ivan's slit, desperate to taste him like the good little slut I know I am. But Zach stops me, pulling at my hair. "Not yet, we got all weekend long to get to that. You haven't earned it yet." 

"Okay," I say quietly, going back to stroking them. They're leaking like crazy now, making everything slick, my fists gliding along their warm, hard shafts. I'm pretty sure I died and went to heaven.  

It doesn't take long for them to reach the edge. They crowd together, hips pressed against each other, and with a few more strokes from me, they're coming all over my face. Rope after rope of cum lands on my cheeks, nose, lips, and even on my forehead and into my dirty blond hair.  

It's humiliating in every way possible, and I love it. I milk them until there's nothing left and they take their cocks and rub them on my face, spreading the mess till every inch of my face is covered in their semen. Zach scoops up a stray dollop of cum that landed on my collarbone and brings his finger to my lips.  

I lick his finger clean, and get my first taste of another man's cum and immediately become addicted to it. It's salty but also a little sweet, surprisingly. This is something I'm going to need more of.  

Ivan hands me a box of tissues. "Clean yourself up. And when you're done, I want you to order us a pizza for lunch."

Zach smirks, then adds, "Oh, and when the pizza guy shows up, you need to answer the door naked."

This is going to be a fun weekend.