It had been nearly a month since I had last had some dick and I was getting antsy. I went looking online to find someone like me to hook up with: married and willing to pump and dump with no thought of anything but anonymity. At the time I was thirty-two years old and had three children with my wife of nine years, but even with my full beard, my blue eyes and round face made me look younger than I was. While my six feet four inch tall body wasn't exactly model material, it was still fit and lean. My hair was still light brown -- though within two years a few gray hairs would begin to appear -- and styled in an undercut pompadour when I worked but tended to let my chin length bangs hang loose on days off. Most importantly, I had a thick nine inch dick that my wife loved and that never failed to please the random guys I met up with on the side.
Very picky about who I chose, it took me a few days before an ad caught my attention and immediately became excited. It was from a guy I had seen post a few times over the years. He was a married guy that, like me, often sought the company of other married men to bury his cock in. Though I never completely trusted the internet, the pictures he posted showed a monstrous, cut dick that was not quite eleven and a half inches long and just over two inches across. Aside from the larger size, it closely resembled my own circumcised piece. It was a mostly straight cylinder with a thick vein wandering along the top just off center. Just before the head, his curved up slightly at a shallow angle while mine didn't. The ridge of the slightly pointed crown flared wider than the shaft adding another half inch to his already significant girth. For as much as I prided myself on my cock, I envied his, if it was indeed real.
I had always wanted to hook up with him both to see if the pictures were real and to see what it would feel like to have that cock inside me but had never been able to make it happen. I usually saw his ads after the time frame he was looking for someone had passed or I was not available if I caught them beforehand. In addition to being able to meet his time, what got me excited was the fact that he was going to be having a fuck party. Two or three times a year -- from what I had seen over time -- he posted that he was renting a motel room and would blindfold himself then leave the door open with his ass and mouth available to any and all. The only rules were that there could be no talking, nothing too rough or raunchy, and the time had to be respected. My job was flexible and allowed me to work my own hours so I would be able to join in the fun the following day.
After telling my wife I was shifting my hours and working late, I left after the morning traffic rush and headed to the motel across town, far away from anyone who might accidentally drive by, in enough time to hopefully be the first in line. My plan was to drop a quick load, put some time in at work, then if his ass or mouth were good enough, return to have a second go at him before heading home.
I arrived at the property and easily located the room he had indicated. It was the type of place in a part of town that when driving passed, you knew without stopping that they had hourly rates. The door was already open and I was both disappointed and happy to see a partially clothed guy already pumping into the ass of a man on all fours on the bed. As he had described in his ad, our host looked to be close to my height with a lean body that had good muscle definition hiding under the light coat of dark hair that covered his body. Unfortunately, he was wearing a black jock strap that made it impossible to see what he was actually packing, though the pouch was full and sagged under the weight of its contents. A ski mask that had the eyes sewn shut covered his face so I was unable to verify that he was the twenty-nine years of age that he claimed. Sensing my presence, he opened his mouth and waited for me to push my dick inside. With a shrug, I assumed I was the second person to arrive and pulled out my hardening dick as I climbed onto the bed in front of our mostly naked host.
I set up a sedate pace fucking his mouth while waiting for my turn in his ass. The guy had some difficulty with my girth but didn't otherwise seem to have a gag reflex. Somewhat impressed by his oral skills, I was almost disappointed when the other guy began to near his orgasm. A third man entered the room and feeling like I needed to guard my place in line, I pulled out of the mouth in front of me and slid around to kneel next to the man currently filling the willing hole while the newcomer unzipped and took my place. Once the first guy finished and pulled out, I slid inside and let out a soft moan feeling the hole easily accommodate me. I was used to a certain amount of tightness that needed to be worked out when I first entered an ass but either because of the fucking he had just received or because this guy rode dick regularly, he took my thick cock with little complaint. That's not to say his ass was loose and sloppy. It was just a nice fit like a comfortable pair of well-worn jeans. Adding to the sensation was the fact that I could feel the load that had been deposited lubricating the passage nicely. If it weren't for the fact that another guy had entered and that I had to go to work, I would have taken more time to enjoy this fuck. Instead, I began pumping him purposefully and was soon leaving my own deposit. As I pulled out I decided I would come back that evening and have another go at his mouth. While his ass was decent enough, I knew that by the end of the day there was no way there would be any tightening it around me.
As I walked out of the room, two more guys were approaching and I thought to myself the blindfolded guy was going to have a very busy day. In the parking lot a car pulled into the vacated spot next to me that had previously held a large pickup truck. As the newcomer got out of his car and began walking toward me, I focused on the car on the other side of him. Previously hidden from my view by the truck, the shiny black muscle car looked remarkably like my brother's car and I began to worry he might have seen me. Though he would have to explain why he told me and his wife he was going out of town overnight for business, I was more concerned about me being caught fucking a guy. Hoping I wouldn't seem like a thief, I peeked through the windows and saw a few of my brother's personal effects inside and let out a soft curse. As quickly as I could, I climbed into my car and drove off.
On my drive to work, a number of thoughts ran through my head. I tried to think of excuses for why I would have been there and ways I could possibly bargain with him. Fear eventually turned to anger as I began to wonder why he was there as well. If he were there to fuck the guy as well, why didn't I see him? Had he been in another room doing his own thing, cheating on his wife with another woman? But I couldn't rationalize that as the occupants of the few cars on that side of the building had all been in that room.
It was then that it hit me.
I had just fucked my brother.
My younger brother, Gary, was the guy on the bed in that room whose cock I had been lusting over for years.
Though I had no way to verify the truth until I went back -- and I was going back if for no other reason than to find out -- the shape of the man's body and the description online fit perfectly with my brother's appearance. I knew I should have been ashamed and disgusted by what had happened, but my first reaction was anger that the fucker had a bigger dick than me. As I continued to brood over the situation, I became aware of the fact that my cock was hard again. While logically I knew it wasn't right, my dick seemed to like the fact that it had been inside my brother's mouth and ass. By the time I had arrived at work, I knew that not only was I going to learn the truth, I was going to drop another load in him before I did.
After a day that seemed to drag on, I left and headed back to the motel. My original plan had been to work a bit later then make another quick drop before heading home. Instead, because of the thoughts running through my head that needed to be confirmed, I called my wife and made up an excuse that would allow me to get home later than normal with the intention of spending a few hours in the room. Once I arrived, his car was still there and I entered the room and took a seat in the armchair in the corner. I watched with amazement as the body of who I suspected was my brother got used with little regard.
Not including me and him there were seven guys in the room. Two were taking rapid turns fucking his mouth, three were standing at the sides of the bed masturbating while they watched the action, and the last two had their cock in Gary's ass fucking him at the same time. Despite the number of people in the room and the action, very little sound was produced. Occasionally there were a few soft moans and grunts, but more than anything the wet sounds of sex filled the room.
For the next three hours, I sat and watched without moving or saying anything. Men filed in and out and by ninety minutes in, the current group of men in the room and those arriving all assumed I belonged there as insurance. I played up the role that I hoped would seem legitimate by giving some of them the eye when they got a little too rough or seemed too greedy without uttering a word.
