Despite his best efforts, Timmy couldn't get the sensation of Frank's cock out of his mind. The flavor of his brother's cum swirled around his tongue. He was rock hard again, wanting more.
In high school, he heard other boys joke about 69ing. As he imagined Frank going down on him while he got his face fucked, a glob of pre-cum dripped from his slit.
He pictured someone else joining him and his older brother--a third body tangled between them, new hands, new lips. His dick throbbed, but a knot of uncertainty formed in his chest. Would he feel jealous? Would it still feel special if he had to share Frankie?
Timmy's cheeks flushed as his thoughts spiraled. He desperately wanted Frankie's dick again, to taste his brother's come. Blow jobs, though incredible, didn't scratch this new longing inside him--a longing to press his lips against Frank's, to feel his firm body pinning him down, to give his brother pleasure in a way that went beyond just his mouth.
His heart raced as his imagination ran wild--to feel what it was like to give himself to his brother completely. The thought sent a jolt of heat through his body.
Sleep eluded Timmy, the ache between his legs radiating through his body, buzzing in his head like static. He shifted as much as the casts allowed, trying to ease the pressure, but it only seemed to make it worse.
Memories flickered through Timmy's mind.
A younger Frank, standing tall in ear protectors and a singlet, his body taut with muscle, sweat glistening under the bright gym lights. Their parents cheered from the high school auditorium stands. Timmy right there beside them.
Would he have developed Frankie's build if he had wrestled instead of swum?
Since high school, Frank had only bulked up more, his broad shoulders and muscular arms filling out, while Timmy had stayed slight. Lean--almost delicate, next to his big brother. Just like most of the girls at school, Timmy stared in quiet awe at his older brother's physique, trying to ignore the tingle that sometimes surged between his legs..
They roughhoused often to their mother's irritation. Frank pinning him down, their bodies tangled in a playful struggle, their breath ragged from exertion. Timmy loved it--had thrived on the feeling of being beneath Frank, held in place by his strength--until the day it gave him a boner.
After that, he resisted Frank's invitations to sporadic playfulness.
Had Frankie noticed? Ever wondered why Timmy suddenly stopped engaging, why he twisted away when Frank tried to wrestle like they used to?
Would they have done stuff sooner?
Would he have still tried to serve a Mormon mission?
The front door creaked.
Timmy's ears perked up. Frankie was home.
His big brother stumbled in, the sound of his keys clanking against the entryway.
"Shh, man," he mumbled, followed by a quiet chuckle.
Timmy's stomach twisted. He wasn't alone.
A second set of footsteps followed--lighter, more careful. A hushed voice murmured something Timmy couldn't make out, and Frank laughed softly in response.
A vortex of excitement and apprehension bubbled in Timmy's gut. He strained to hear more, his heart hammering. Was this really happening?
-
Frank felt the warmth of alcohol in his veins, numbing the hesitation he might have had if he were sober. He wasn't wasted--just loose enough to stop thinking so damn much.
He barely remembered how it had happened. One drink after closing. Then two. A conversation. A hand on his thigh. It was nice to be reminded that others still wanted him.
Because this thing with Timmy? It was getting dangerous. The way Timmy looked at him. The way Frank caught himself wanting him back.
So maybe this was a test. Maybe if he brought someone home, felt someone else's body against his, this would all fade. Maybe he'd wake up tomorrow and this thing between them wouldn't seem so... so heavy.
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Timmy held his breath as he listened to them.
Timmy's heart clenched. He had imagined this moment--wondered if he'd feel jealous or indifferent. But now that it was real, a sharp, hollow ache settled in his chest.
He turned his eyes back to the TV, but the screen blurred.
Maybe Frank needed this. Maybe
he
needed this.
He glanced down at his immobilized body. Weeks would pass before the casts came off, leaving him vulnerable and stuck. Did Frankie tell him? Would the guy he brought be into that? Would Timmy just have to watch?
The thought sent another lance of tension through his chest, leaving him breathless and tingling.
Frankie appeared in the bedroom doorway, his grin wide and mischievous. He stepped aside, gesturing toward someone just out of view.
A thin, black-haired young man stepped into the room, dressed in a black tank that clung to his chest and tight, ripped jeans. His grin was hesitant, his gaze mostly fixed on the floor, though his dark eyes flicked up to glance at Timmy before darting away again.
"Derek's never had a threesome," Frankie said, his tone casual but excited. "And he thinks messin' around with brothers would be super fuckin' hot."
Derek nodded, his grin widening slightly as his hands fidgeted at his sides. "Didn't tell me how cute your brother is."
Timmy's stomach knotted, his face burning. He flicked his gaze between Frank and Derek, unsure what to say, but the heat in his groin was undeniable.
Frank turned to him, his expression softening as he gave a questioning look. It wasn't demanding or impatient--just a quiet request for permission.
Timmy swallowed hard, mouth dry. His heart raced as he nodded, face pale with uncertainty, but his body betraying him with a tingling rush of anticipation.
"Can I?" Pointing at the middle of the hospital gown, Derek looked at Frankie first, then Timmy, which the little brother thought was strange.
Timmy gave a nod.
Derek crept toward the little brother lying on the bed, pinched the end of the gown, and lifted. He licked his teeth. "Mmm."
The dark-haired boy bent over and wrapped his thin fingers around the younger brother's shaft.
Timmy gasped. Somehow, just knowing it was someone new touching him sent a jolt from balls to brain. Derek's tongue lapped at Timmy's slit and circled it. Timmy shuttered as he closed his eyes. The technique and viscosity of Derek's mouth registered differently from Frank's in subtle and surprising ways. His skin rushed with a cascade of goosebumps.
The rustling of fabric and a bounce of Derek's body spurred Timmy to open an eye. Frankie stood behind Derek, ass already exposed, body bent over the edge of the bed. Derek moaned as Frank knelt and mashed his face into Derek's crack.
Timmy's dick twitched in Derek's mouth. For a moment, he worried all the visual and physical stimulation would push him over the edge too quickly, but Frank had been such a good brother, he wasn't pent up.
Just then, Frank climbed to his feet and fished out his rock hard cock from his pants. He pumped a few globs of lube on his fingers and rubbed it on Derek's backside, then slid the rest over his cock. Frank bit his lip as he aimed his tip.
Derek groaned around Timmy's cock.
Chest tightening, Timmy's breath quickened.
Frank pounded Derek. The slapping of his hips against the guy's ass rose in volume and tempo.
Derek pulled his mouth off Timmy's cock. "Ah, yeah, daddy, fuck me!"
One of Derek's hands reached under his hips, tugging. "God, I forgot how thick you are," He panted before bobbing on Timmy's cock again.
Derek and Timmy jumped when Frank spanked Derek's bare ass with a loud smack. Their guest squealed like a slutty porn star.
"You like that cock?" Frank growled.
Derek whimpered, Timmy's cock deep in his throat.
"I'm gonna breed that fucking ass."
Derek moaned.
"I'm gonna pump you so full you're gonna pop."
Frank's rate of ramming increased dramatically while Derek moaned with each penetrating thrust. Derek's entire body bounced. He gasped for breath through his nose.
Timmy's cock responded, imagining he was the one taking Frank. The pressure under his sack grew. "I'm going to cum!"
Derek squealed as he forced the cock deeper down his throat.
