Ben Is Surprised

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I'd brought Wayne, a young straight man back to my place one night and ended up sucking his cock. He'd enjoyed it so much that he got me to do it again the next morning. He left to go home, but had car trouble and asked Brad, his supposedly straight older brother to come and help fix it. I was shocked when I saw Brad, a leather top who I'd played with several times at the Barracks, Toronto's BDSM steam baths. Just as I promised Brad to keep his secret from his admiring young brother.......)

At that moment, Wayne opened the bathroom door and Brad instantly moved away from me, turning and pretending to take up a serious interest in the workings of the Mr. Coffee machine.

With his shirt and jeans rolling around in the washing machine, Wayne was wearing just his socks and underwear, so he was looking embarrassed at being almost naked in our presence. I had to cover my own embarrassment by rushing off to get a pair of my shorts and a t-shirt for him to wear until his clothes were dry.

Getting back a minute or two later, I could sense some tension in the air, which was understandable, though unfortunate. Wayne must have been thinking his big brother was disgusted with him letting a fag suck his cock, while Brad was ashamed of himself for thinking about that same cock while still worrying about me spilling the beans about his sexuality.

As Wayne pulled on the shirt and shorts, my stomach gurgled loudly, reminding me that it was already one in the afternoon and all I'd digested that day was coffee. I was hungry and I figured that must be true for Wayne and Brad also. They gratefully accepted my offer of sandwiches and a few minutes later we were sitting at the dining table, scarfing them down, along with a bottle of beer each. As we sat talking, carefully avoiding any mention of sex, Brad gradually loosened up, and I saw sides of him that he hadn't shown during our BDSM sessions at the steam baths. I could see why Wayne thought so highly of him.

Of course, the normal subject suitable for one straight man, one so-called straight man and one gay man was sports talk. Eventually someone mentioned US college football, which reminded Brad that Notre Dame, his favourite college team, was on TV that afternoon. These days, with scores of games available on myriads of stations and streaming channels, it's difficult to conceive of a time when only one game was shown on Saturday afternoon. Realizing that the game was due to start soon, Brad got up, intending to head back to his apartment, telling Wayne he could join him once his clothes were out of the drier.

I was enjoying their company and being sorry to see them go, I told him to stay and watch on my TV. Consequently, half an hour later, they were having a good time leaning back on my couch, inhaling a bag of chips while downing their second beers of the day. As for me, I was enjoying my first "straight-guy-day" since my own college days, if I ignored the fact that only one of us was actually straight!

During a time-out Wayne headed to the bathroom. I got up to fetch some beers and once I sat down again, Brad asked if I was enjoying the game. I told him yes, I really was; the whole college football spectacle was exciting and fun.

"And just think, instead of watching TV with you guys, I could have spent the afternoon at the Barracks. Your sexy brother got me so hot that when he left to fix the car, I popped into the shower and cleaned myself out ready for dick."

"Well, that's no surprise, you horny bastard. If you want, I can fuck your ass right here."

"Well, you know me; once Wayne's gone, I'd love a session."

"Fuck that, we don't have to wait. Half time's not far off. When it begins, head for the bathroom and stay there for a while, so I can have a quiet talk with my brother. Follow my lead when you come back out, and you won't need the Barracks."

Hearing the sound of the toilet flushing, he turned his attention to the game. Soon they were onto their third beers, while I tried to stay sober by nursing my first one. Wayne was the first to show the effects of drinking early in the afternoon; he wasn't actually drunk, it's just that his voice got a little louder, his face a little redder and his body movements a little more exaggerated.

Brad had me wondering what he had in mind. Anything that involved either or both of the studs was fine by me, though I worried about involving Wayne in something that he might not be ready for. Still, Brad was his older brother, the one who supposedly took care of him. In the scheme of things I was just an overnight trick, so why should I be the one to worry?

When the half time show started, I followed Brad's instructions and stayed in the bathroom for a good five minutes. When I came out, I could sense an air of excitement in the living room, with Brad looking quietly pleased and Wayne unwilling to look me in the eye as I crossed over to my chair. While the band and the pom-pom girls marched off the field, Brad turned the sound down on the TV and looked at me with a predatory glint in his eye.

"We've been talking. I told Wayne that a blow job was no big deal. Actually I told him that I let a guy suck me off when I was about his age. It wasn't too exciting since it was the guy's first time and he didn't know what he was doing. But Wayne said you were really good, and he figures a horny cock sucker like you wouldn't mind doing a favour for me. Is that right, man?"

How devious was that? He'd brought up the subject with Wayne and managed to maneuver things around to make it sound as if was somehow his brother's idea. I wasn't sure exactly how Wayne felt about all this, since he was still avoiding looking me in the eye. But, what the hell, it wasn't my call, and remembering how good Brad's cock tasted, I said "Yes please", and dropped to my knees.

However, as I crawled towards them, Brad told me that if I wanted to suck his dick, I had to do something first.

"If you're going to see my cock, I want to see yours. Wayne saw it all this morning, now how about letting me have a look?"

I tore my shirt and jeans and underpants off quickly, but had to wait while he took his time pulling his pants and underwear down, pretending that he was still uncertain about the whole idea. I waited patiently, going along with the pretense, until the moment I was able to lean forward and swallow his dick. Once I felt it touch the back of my throat, I stopped worrying about what it would do to the brothers' relationship and just concentrated on the blow job.

Since he was having to pretend that this was only the second (!) time a guy had sucked him off, he behaved very differently from how he was at the Barracks. Instead of shoving his cock down my throat, choking me, pulling on my tits and slapping my face, like he did at the baths, he sat back and let me lick, suck and deep throat him. Despite not being able to totally dominate me, he clearly enjoyed how I took each of his balls in my mouth and how close to his asshole my tongue got as I licked his taint. I was doing a good job and he was enjoying it, but it was all very vanilla and we both knew it could have been a lot more exciting.

It was disappointing, but I figured that Brad must have told his straight brother that he only wanted a blow job, since anything more interesting would have made Wayne wonder what was going on. But then, almost on cue, Wayne came up with some advice, not realizing that Brad was aching to do exactly what he was suggesting.

"Ben really got off on it when I grabbed hold and started fucking his face this morning. He was moaning and jerking his dick so hard I thought he was going to cum right there and then."

Hearing that, Brad immediately brought his hands up, grabbed the back of my head in a grip of iron and pushed his dick right down my throat, holding it there until he choked me. Now that he didn't have to worry about looking too tough, he started giving me a thorough going-over, which Wayne approved of, to judge from the encouraging sounds he made.

Eventually there came a point when Brad had his dick down my throat so long and so deep that I made a panicky attempt to push him off. In response he pulled his cock out and gave me a warning in a stern tone of voice.

"Keep your hands off me, cock sucker. The only part of your body that touches me is your mouth. Understand?"

"Yes Sir, sorry, I panicked. I won't do it again, Sir."

Hearing me say that, Wayne said, with an excited edge to his voice,

"Fuck it, he really gets into it, he called you Sir, just like he did with me this morning. He fucking loves it, this is wild."

Clearly, I was not the only one who "loved" this. The excitement in his voice made it clear that the two of them had a lot more in common than at first glance, which was confirmed when he asked if he could take over and take his turn. While I was in the bathroom, they must have agreed on a lot more than just Brad getting a blow job.

Brad grunted and pushed me over to his brother and I began my next round of service, with Wayne repeating his dominating behavior from our morning session. He'd taken his shorts and shirt off while I sucked Brad's cock, and was sitting in front of me stark naked. Showing off to big brother and boasting about the way he was treating me, he held my head in his hands and jammed his cock right to the back of my throat.

Oh God, I thought, is this the start of an afternoon of competitive domination? I hoped so, though I worried that about things getting out of hand. For now though, I was happy when he slowed down a little, making it easier to cope, and please him with my tongue on his dick and balls.

Even though my attention was centered on Wayne's cock, I couldn't help glancing sideways at Brad, and was happy to see him unbutton his shirt, exposing his big chest and the thatch of curly dark hair covering his pecs, something I loved from the first time I'd seen him at the baths. I was even more excited when he pulled his pants and underwear away from around his ankles, leaving him as naked as Wayne and I. Things had progressed far, far away from the single blow job that I presumed I'd be giving him.

Wayne's eyes were closed most of the time that I knelt at his feet sucking his cock, but eventually I could see his eyes open wide and look over at Brad, and ask him if he'd ever tried poppers. Remembering how much he'd snort during our Friday night fuck sessions at the Barracks, I smiled to myself when he claimed to have only tried them once with a girlfriend! Hearing that, Wayne urged him to try them again and offered to fetch them.

"That's OK; stay where you are; you're having too much fun. I'll go get 'em. Where are they? In the bedroom I guess?"

"Yea, in the top drawer of the bedside table, you can't miss them."

They didn't bother to ask if it was OK for him to rifle around in my possessions, or to use my poppers. But, I didn't object, obsessed as I was with Wayne's dick and the taste of his pre cum. I was still in a cock haze when Brad returned from the bedroom with more than a bottle of poppers.

"Hey, look at all this stuff. Handcuffs and shackles and gags, things to stick on guys' nipples and to go around a guy's' balls and up his ass. Fuck it, this guy's a real perve."

What a mistake; I'd been so preoccupied sucking his brother's cock that I'd let Brad go and help himself to my toy collection. What a troublemaker Brad turned out to be. Damn it; the two of us could have played with those toys later on; he didn't have to bring them out now and humiliate me in front of Wayne.

Naturally, I thought that Wayne would be surprised and probably disgusted. After all, this kind of kinky stuff was not talked about in regular straight circles in the Seventies, regarded mostly as evidence of a sick perversion. With no internet porn, the only things a young straight guy would see were Playboy Centrefolds and vanilla hetero fuck flicks in dirty movie houses. But if Wayne was shocked at the sight of my paraphernalia, he gave no hint, though I did worry that it made him think of me not as his interesting new pal but a disgusting pervert. But his hands never left my head and he held on as firmly as ever, with his only response to Brad's "show and tell" being to ask if he'd remembered to bring the poppers. He got a jokey answer from Brad in return.

"You really like 'em, eh? Wow, one blow job and my little brother's turns into a druggie."

"Come on, don't give me that. It's not drugs. Ben said they're like smelling salts. You should try them; they give you a fucking lift, man. I couldn't believe it when I got my first sniff."

Brad handed the bottle to Wayne, who allowed me one sniff before taking a couple of deep ones himself. Seconds later, we were back where we'd left off that morning, crazy with sexual need. That was just the start, and soon the brothers were sharing the bottle even as they shared my tongue, mouth and throat.

The game on TV became a totally ignored backdrop to our frantic activities, until the moment that Brad called a temporary halt and pointed at the pile of sex toys sitting on the coffee table behind me.

"You know, we haven't used any of this yet. Hey Ben, I see you twisting those tits of yours; you must like those clamps, right? Do you like having those cuffs on? I'll bet he does, eh Wayne?"

Wayne merely grunted, since he was a little put-out, being very close to the edge when Brad had called the halt and didn't seem very happy with the delay in getting to orgasm. However, his grumpy face didn't stop Brad from using a few items from the pile on the table.

Kneeling down behind me, he put his arms around me and positioned the heaviest pair of tit clamps on my nipples. I gasped with shock, though that quickly turned into highly pleasurable pain that went straight to my cock. As I stared down at my tits and cock, Brad pulled my arms behind me and snapped the cuffs on my wrists. Once seated on the couch again, he pointed at my cock and nudged Wayne,

"Look at that, talk about excited, his dick's leaking like a tap. That should keep him in line. Hey, we don't want him to get bored before we're finished. Hot enough for you, Bennie boy?"

He knew exactly what excited me from our times together at the Barracks, so his actions weren't a surprise to me. Meanwhile Wayne, by the look on his face, was thoroughly enjoying the show, grinning when Brad explained.

"He's got no use of his hands, so he can't push us off, and if you want to pull him closer, just use the chain between the clamps. Total control, that's what we've got!"

Total control was exactly what they had, and it clearly excited them both. I loved it too, which meant that the next quarter of an hour was thrilling, as they passed me back and forth, taking turns filling my mouth and pulling on the tit chain while sniffing the poppers.

It was only when the guy on the TV guy said that the third quarter was over, that I realized how long we'd been going at it. The guys also seemed to become aware of how long they'd been playing, and since they were both close to the edge, they simultaneously decided to end this round of action. While Brad sat jerking his dick, Wayne came first, with a massive orgasm that filled my mouth with the first spurt, then covered my face and upper chest with ropes of cream.

As he collapsed backwards, Brad placed his foot on my chest and shoved. Toppling over onto the carpet with my arms held behind me, I looked up helplessly as he placed his legs on either side of my body, gave his dick a final few slaps and promptly laid down a barrage of cum on my face, in my hair and on my chest.

He shook the last few drops of cum off the end of his dick and sat back down, leaving me flat on my back on the carpet. Desperate to get off and covered in cum, there was nothing I could do with my wrists cuffed behind me. I was actually considering turning onto my stomach and rubbing my dick on the carpet until he leant forward.

"I know you want to cum, but neither of us want to get our hands anywhere near that leaky dick of yours. But, you did a pretty good job just now, so I'll do you a favour."

He placed his foot between my legs and pressed down hard on my penis, rolling it back and forth across my groin; creating a kind of foot-to-body frottage! It felt weird but I was so near the edge that it worked within seconds. Cum squirted out from between his toes and shot up over the lower half of my body, adding to what they'd left all over my face and chest.

Grinning evilly, he wiped his foot off on my thigh and disappeared to the bathroom without a word, leaving Wayne to gingerly remove the tit clamps, then sit me up and removed the cuffs. Once Brad came back out, I was next into the bathroom to clean off all that cum. It was quite a job and by the time I rejoined the guys, their full attention was back on the game. I picked my shorts up off the carpet, settled down in my armchair and spent the next half hour enjoying the sight of big boys' bums in tight pants flit across the screen.

Notre Dame won the game, so Brad said we should have a drink to celebrate. They'd already polished off my beers, so I made rum and cokes and we toasted Notre Dame out on my fifteenth floor balcony; chatting about the game while avoiding talking about what the three of us had just been doing. Then, out of the blue, Wayne asked if we were hungry, because he was starving. Naturally, the moment he put the idea into my mind, I felt hungry too. I offered to rustle up something to eat, but he said not to bother and that we should order a pizza.

I was pleased that he wanted to hang around, happy that he hadn't been put off by put off by the homo sex. After all, they could just as easily have gone back to Brad's place for dinner. Brad and I stepped off the balcony; he to order the pizza and me to put glasses and plates on the table. When I walked back into the kitchen, Brad shoved me up against the counter and pushed my head down into the sink.

"Stay right there and don't move."

I did what I was told, staying still as he jerked my shorts down to my knees, spat on a finger and jabbed it into my hole. I gasped more in surprise than discomfort, and whispered a needy "Yes, please" when I felt it move around inside me. This was crazy, with his brother just a few feet away, and liable to walk in off the balcony at any moment. Unfortunately we only had a minute or so before hearing the sound of the balcony door opening. Brad yanked his finger out and whispered in my ear while I pulled my shorts up in a panic.

"Just like always, that needy hole of yours sucked my finger right in. I'll give it a real good fucking tonight, for sure."

Which sounded great, but how would he pull it off? Cock sucking was one thing, but surely he wouldn't be able to talk Wayne into what the young man had called "butt-fucking". Figuring that Brad meant to stick around until his straight brother left to drive home, I was content to wait, and in the meantime enjoyed the pizza, the drinks and the friendly conversation.

Cleaning up the pizza box and washing the glasses, I stood at the sink thinking about Brad's finger up my ass, when Wayne came into the kitchen to ask for a glass of water. When I turned around to hand it to him, I didn't realize the visible effect my memories of Brad were having on me. Wayne could see my stiff dick tenting my shorts, as well as the pre-cum stain it had left. He pointed them out and smirked,

"Hey man, you having a flashback? Remembering a sucking good time?"

I was embarrassed, but at the same time pleased that he could joke about things that would have found totally unacceptable twenty four hours earlier. Far from being uptight and maybe even physically hostile, he'd taken it all in stride, and had even encouraged his "straight" brother to join in. I smiled back and responded with a smart remark.