I've been hooking up with my boyfriend's brother, but I'm not sure if he knows.
Drew, my boyfriend, is a good guy. He's just an inch below six feet and has more of a lean build, but he's not unattractive. I met him on one of the apps before we realized that we both go to the same gym. One day, I caught him watching me during my workout, and afterwards he followed me into the showers where I ended up sucking him off. Over the next few weeks, whenever we ran into each other, it would always lead to me blowing him or him fucking me. I guess that's how we started seeing each other.
I think Drew likes me a lot. That's why I hope he doesn't find out about what I've been doing with his brother.
When I met Drew's brother, Wade, I couldn't stop checking him out. They live together, and Wade is a little bit taller than Drew with a more defined frame. I couldn't help it--he's fucking hot. He looks like the typical jock that I would fantasize about back when I was high school, and he reminds me of the "discreet" fraternity guys that would sneak me into their dorms just to fuck me in college.
The first time I hooked up with Wade, he had come home late at night from drinking at the bars. He'd failed to bring back a girl to fuck, and he was clearly very horny. We made small talk, one thing led to another, and before I knew it he was forcing me to suck his cock while Drew slept in the other room.
It felt kind of surreal. I knew I wasn't supposed to be doing it, I knew Drew would be upset if he found out, but I also couldn't stop myself. Wade just exudes alpha machismo, and even being around him turns me on like crazy. That night, against my better judgment, I let Wade fuck me.
It was amazing. Wade's cock is a bit longer and thicker than his brother's, and it has a slight curve that made it brush up against my prostate as he fucked me. He's extremely dominant, and the way he pounded me without mercy made me feel like I was just a fleshlight for him. I hate to admit it, but I haven't been able to enjoy sex with Drew ever since.
The next few times I hung out at their apartment, neither brother acted like they knew anything had happened. Everything seemed normal. I let Drew fuck me a few times, but I wished it was his brother each time.
Lately, I noticed that Drew has been encouraging me to talk to Wade more often. That's fine with me--any excuse to be with his hot brother is good enough for me. But, last night, something else happened.
I was sitting on the couch with Drew, watching a Netflix show when Wade came by. Wade seemed to be interested in the show, so he sat down on my other side to watch it with us. We got halfway through the episode when Drew got up and left, saying that he was going to go get ready for bed. Suddenly, I was alone with Wade again.
I never really know what to say when it's just him and me, but he never seems to have that problem. He asked me how I was doing, if I've been up to anything new, making easy small talk. He kept his eyes on the television as he spoke, but I couldn't look away from him. Casually, he shifted his position and spread his legs, and that's when I saw his bulge.
Even hidden under his shorts, Wade's bulge was really big. I knew I was being very obvious, staring directly at it, but I just couldn't stop. I could see its outline through the fabric, and my mouth went dry. I wasn't really paying attention to whatever Wade was saying because, mid-sentence, his left hand moved down to scratch at his bulge. As he did that, his bulge bounced a little bit. It was so distracting.
"Luke."
At the sound of my name, I glanced up. Wade was looking right at me. He was smirking a little, that cocky sort of expression that men have when they know they're about to get what they want. He reached over to grab my hand and placed it on his bulge. I tried to pull away, but he stopped me.
"What's the matter? Don't you want it?" He asked me.
"I can't," I hesitated. "What if Drew comes back?"
