Seduced by Bf's Hung Young Bro

My boyfriend Tyler had rolled out of bed minutes ago, casually pulling on a pair of sweatpants as he left for the kitchen. I had stayed behind, choosing to lay naked in his bed. I lay on my stomach, feeling relaxed after a good fuck, my asshole feeling spent and sated.

My thoughts were lazily drifting when the door burst open, I thought it was Tyler but instead there was a tall, wide-eyed young man frozen in the doorway.

"Uh--what the--"

Instinctively, I yanked the sheets up to my chest, as if modesty could salvage the situation. His startled gaze met mine, and I saw his face flush from pale to crimson in a heartbeat.

"Shit, sorry!" He turned sharply to leave, but Tyler's voice rang out from the hall.

"Ryan? That you?"

Ryan hesitated, halfway out the door. "Yeah, uh... your room, man. Someone's in your room."

Tyler appeared behind him, holding two bottles of water. "Oh, yeah, that's just Max, my boyfriend. Remember I told you about him."

Ryan looked like he'd rather sink into the floor. "Shit" he said, but Tyler had already pushed past him and perched on the edge of the bed, handing me a bottle.

I accepted it, still clinging to the sheet. This had to be the most humiliating introduction I'd ever had.

"Ryan, meet Alex. Alex, this is my little brother, Ryan."

Ryan gave an awkward wave, barely meeting my eyes. "Hey."

"Hi," I managed, my voice embarrassingly croaky.

"Ryan's here for summer vacation," Tyler continued, oblivious to the tension.

"I didn't think you'd have company," Ryan shot back, still blushing. His eyes flicked between us, though I caught them lingering on me a second too long.

"Yeah, well, surprise!" Tyler said with a chuckle, clearly enjoying his brother's discomfort. "I did tell you to knock and not just barge in my room unannounced."

I cleared my throat, desperate to change the subject. "So, Ryan, what's your major?"

"Uhh... creative writing," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Cool," I said, trying to sound normal despite the absurdity of the situation.

There was a beat of silence, heavy and awkward. Ryan shifted his weight, his gaze darting to the floor.

"Okay, this is weird," he said, "I'll, uh, let you guys... whatever. Nice meeting you, I guess."

"See ya, Ry," Tyler called after him, utterly nonchalant.

The door shut, and I exhaled, my grip on the sheet loosening.

"Well, that was mortifying," I said, giving Tyler a pointed look.

He just laughed. "Relax. He's not a kid. Besides, you're not the first guy he's walked in on me with."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

I found myself chuckling, too, despite the lingering embarrassment.

I knew that Tyler had a younger brother but this was the first time I was meeting him. Their parents had split up years ago, Tyler stayed with his dad and Ryan stayed with his mom, which is why I'd never run into him till now but now that he was here, we were going to see each other more often.

Ryan and I kept running into each other, whether in the kitchen grabbing snacks or on the couch whenever I came to meet Tyler. Each interaction started awkwardly but grew easier as the week went on.

One evening, while Tyler was out for a late-night shift, I found Ryan in the kitchen.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I replied, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.

For a moment, we stood in companionable silence. Then he cleared his throat.

"Listen, about the other day... Sorry for barging in. That was--"

"Embarrassing for both of us," I finished with a grin.

"Yeah," he admitted, laughing softly.

He had the same dark eyes as Tyler, but everything else was different, unlike Tyler's dirty blonde hair, Ryan had dark brown hair. And he seemed a few feet taller than his older brother too.

"You're nothing like your brother," I said before I could stop myself.

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

I chuckled. "Good, I think."

He smiled at that, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink.

As the night stretched on, we talked about everything and nothing--his classes, my work, the quirks that made Tyler who he was. We became comfortable with each other's presence and lost the awkwardness.

A few days later, I went to Tyler's place to return some of his clothes that he'd left at my place. Tyler was out and asked me to drop them off at his place and also take Ryan out as he didn't have much time to show around the city to his brother due to some work commitments.

When I reached his place, I found Ryan sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone, a bowl of chips on his lap trying to cover what I knew was a boner.

"Hey," he greeted casually as I walked in.

"Hey," I replied, settling into the armchair opposite him.

For a while, we chatted a bit as I told him why I was there and what he was up to. Then Ryan set his phone down.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I said, curious.

He hesitated, his eyes darting toward the hallway, as if checking to make sure Tyler wouldn't suddenly appear. "The other night... I, uh, heard him. With someone else."

I raised an eyebrow. "You mean Tyler?"

"Yeah," he admitted, his cheeks tinting pink.

I leaned back in the chair, unsure where this was going. "Okay. And?"

"I just... I didn't realize you guys weren't, like... serious."

"We're not," I clarified. "It's more of a casual thing. Friends with benefits, I guess you'd call it."

Ryan nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. "So, you don't care if he's with other guys?"

I shrugged. "Not really. I mean, we've talked about it. It's not like we're exclusive or anything."

He looked at me, his brow furrowed. "Do you... hook up with other guys, too?"

I chuckled at his directness. "Sometimes. It depends. I'm not into random one-night stands or anything, though. I only hook up with people I know and trust."

"That's... nice," He glanced up at me, his face redder than I'd ever seen it. "Can I tell you something? Like, a secret?"

"Sure," I said, leaning forward. "What's up?"

"Promise you won't tell Tyler?"

I nodded, intrigued now.

Ryan hesitated again, his fingers still pulling at the cushion. "Hearing him... with other guys... It kind of... turns me on."

I blinked, taken aback by his admission. For a moment, I wasn't sure what to say.

"Wow," I said finally. "Okay."

His eyes widened in panic. "You think that's weird, don't you?"

"No, no," I said quickly, holding up a hand. "It's not weird. I mean, it's not like you're into him or anything, right?"

"God, no, never" he said, looking horrified. "It's just the sounds of sex that turn me on."

"Then it's not a big deal," I assured him.

Ryan let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing. "I've never told anyone that before," he admitted.

I smiled. "Well, your secret's safe with me."

"Thanks," he said, meeting my eyes with a shy smile.

Then we went out, I took him out for dinner and it felt like he enjoyed the time.

When it was time to return, he said to me, "Thanks, Max. I was feeling pretty bored at Tyler's place, he's always busy with work even though he's the one who invited me. If not for you, I would still be in the living room scrolling on my phone."

Then I decided to give him my number, "Just call or message whenever you want to hangout. I work freelance, so I can come to give you company if you need it."

The texts flowed easily from there. A few jokes about Tyler, random memes, and the occasional deep dive into his freshman year college life. I didn't think much of it at first, but somewhere along the way, the tone shifted.

One night, a text came in after 11 p.m.:

"So... what are you up to right now?"

I smirked at my phone, typing back. "In bed. Why? You miss me?"

His response came almost instantly. "Maybe. Depends. Are you wearing anything?"

I laughed aloud, caught off guard by the sudden turn.

"That escalated quickly," I typed back.

"Just curious," he replied, followed by a winking emoji.

I hesitated for a moment, then decided to play along. "Not much. Why, what about you?"

"Just boxers," he wrote. "Wish I could say less, Tyler has turned on the AC and it's a bit cold in here."

I bit my lip, feeling a heat rise in my chest. It was unexpected, but I couldn't deny that it was... exciting.

"Too bad. Guess you'll just have to imagine me keeping warm under those covers."

There was a pause before his next message:

"Not helping. Now I'm thinking about it too much."

"You really want to go there?" I sent, half-challenging him.

"Maybe I do," came the reply.

From that night on, our conversations became sexually charged, each message pushing boundaries. We'd still joke around and talk about normal things, but the flirtation was always there, and lots of sexual innuendos.

One evening, after a particularly playful exchange, he sent:

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I've been thinking about you a lot lately," he admitted. "Like, in ways I probably shouldn't."

I hesitated, my heart pounding. "Like what?"

He didn't hold back. "Like, I think about what it'd be like to kiss you. To... do more than kiss you. Man, my brother is so lucky to have a boyfriend like you, if you were my boyfriend I wouldn't be sleeping with anyone else."

His honesty floored me, but it also sent a thrill through me I couldn't ignore.

"Ryan," I typed back, "you have no idea how tempting you are."

It was late, and Ryan's texts came faster than usual.

My heart raced as I read them.

"Can I tell you something else?" Ryan finally sent the words hanging there, heavy with implication.

I smirked, my fingers flying across the screen. "You're full of secrets lately," I teased. "What is it?"

There was a pause, and I imagined him on the other end of the line, nervously typing and deleting, his cheeks flushed. Then his message appeared:

"That day I walked in on you... it wasn't an accident."

I stared at the screen, my heart skipping a beat. I reread the text, wondering if I'd misinterpreted. My palms were damp as I typed back, "What do you mean?"

His response came after what felt like an eternity, each second dragging out like a slow burn.

"I knew you were there. Tyler mentioned you were over, and I... I was curious. I came home and heard you both having sex, your moans had turned me on so much that I wanted to see you."

My breath caught in my throat, my cock throbbing as I processed his confession. The idea of Ryan deliberately walking in on me, knowing what he might see, sent a thrill through me I couldn't ignore. My fingers trembled as I replied, "You wanted to see me naked?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "I know it's messed up, but I couldn't help it. And to be honest, You're... hot. I know you're my brother's boyfriend, but I can't help it."

A mix of shock, amusement, and undeniable arousal surged through me. I laughed softly, my inhibitions slipping further with each exchange. This was dangerous territory, but the idea of Ryan's eyes on me--of his shy yet brazen attraction--was impossible to resist.

"That's bold, Ryan," I sent back, my tone deliberately teasing. "Did you get a good look?"

"Not as good as I wanted," he replied, followed by a winking emoji.

I bit my lip, considering my next move. This was risky, but the thrill of it was too intoxicating to stop. "Well, maybe next time you should just ask," I wrote, my pulse racing as I hit send.

His response was instant. "Are you saying there could be a next time?"

I hesitated, the weight of what I was about to do pressing down on me. But the image of Ryan--taller, broader, more everything than his older brother--flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help myself.

"Maybe," I sent. "Depends on how nicely you ask."

"How about now?" he wrote, the words sending a shiver down my spine. "I can't stop thinking about you. I'd do anything for another chance to see you naked."

I didn't even think twice. My hands moved almost on their own as I snapped a few photos, angling the camera just right to capture every inch of my body. I sent them without hesitation, followed by a video of me slowly stripping down, my cock growing harder with every second.

The notification chimed almost immediately. Ryan had sent a picture of his cock, covered by his boxers, the fabric tenting obscenely. My jaw dropped. He wasn't just taller than Tyler--he was bigger everywhere.

"Look what you've done to me," he sent with the picture.

I smirked, my heart pounding as I typed back, "I might have to come there and help you with it."

"Oh, please." Then he asked, "Meet me tomorrow?"

"Sure, I'd love to. Call me just as Tyler leaves." I sent it. "Good night, I hope you dream of me."

"And I really hope I do. Good Night" He sent.

The conversation ended soon after, but as I lay in bed, my phone still warm in my hand, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I jerked myself off thinking about him, crazy about the way things were turning out between us.

Whatever was happening between us, I knew it was only the beginning and I was loving every second of it.

___

The next afternoon, I found myself standing outside Tyler's door, my nerves buzzing with anticipation. When he opened it, Ryan's eyes locked onto mine, dark and hungry. He stepped aside, letting me in without a word, and the moment the door shut behind me, he closed the distance between us.

His lips crashed against mine, desperate and demanding, his hands immediately fumbling with the hem of my shirt. I gasped into his mouth, my own hands sliding under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin, the firmness of his chest. He pulled away just long enough to yank his shirt off, tossing it to the side, and then his mouth was on mine again, his tongue tangling with mine as he backed me toward the couch.

The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, I couldn't help but laugh nervously. "Damn," I said, shaking my head. "You're... a lot."

Ryan smirked, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. "I could say the same about you." His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lingered lower, and I felt a flush of heat creep up my neck. "So... you gonna ask, or do I have to bring it up?"

My stomach twisted. I knew exactly what he meant. That picture. The one that had haunted my dreams since last night.

I swallowed hard, forcing the words out before I lost my nerve. "Is it... is it really as big as it looked? In the picture, I mean."

Ryan's smirk widened, and he leaned back slightly, giving me a look that was equal parts amused and challenging. "Why don't you see for yourself?"

My knees went weak at the thought, but I managed to stay upright, albeit barely. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands trembling as they moved to his belt. My fingers fumbled with the buckle, clumsy with nerves, but Ryan didn't rush me. He just watched, his breaths coming a little faster now, his eyes dark with anticipation.

Finally, the belt came undone, and I pushed his jeans down his hips, letting them pool around his ankles. His boxers followed, and then there it was--thick, long, and already half-hard, resting against his thigh like it belonged there. My mouth went dry.

"Jesus," I whispered, unable to look away. "It's... bigger than your brother's."

Ryan laughed softly, the sound vibrating through me. His hand brushed against my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Go on. Touch it."

I hesitated for only a second before reaching out, wrapping my fingers around his length. It was hot and heavy in my hand, the skin soft but firm underneath. I gave an experimental stroke, and Ryan hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking forward instinctively.

"Fuck," he groaned roughly. "Keep going."

I did, stroking him slowly at first, then faster as I gained confidence. His cock grew harder in my hand, the tip swelling and glistening with precum. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it, mesmerized by the way it twitched under my touch.

"I wonder..." I began, my voice shaky. "I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks."

Ryan's fingers tightened in my hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to make my pulse quicken. "Only one way to find out," he said, his tone challenging but also encouraging.

With a deep breath, I leaned in, pressing my lips to the head of his cock. The taste was salty, tangy, and utterly intoxicating. I swirled my tongue around the tip, dragging it through the slit, and Ryan groaned above me, his grip on my hair tightening.

"Shit, that's good," he growled, his hips rocking forward again. "Don't stop."

Encouraged by his reaction, I took him deeper into my mouth, bobbing my head slowly as I explored every inch of him with my lips and tongue. His cock throbbed against my tongue, and I could feel him getting harder, thicker, with every passing second. The weight of him in my mouth was overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, and Ryan let out a ragged moan that sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin. His hips started moving in earnest now, thrusting shallowly into my mouth as I worked him over. I could taste more of him, the bitter-sweetness of his precum coating my tongue, and I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him curse loudly.

His hands were everywhere now--in my hair, on my cheeks, gripping my shoulders. Every touch sent electric shocks through me, fueling my desire to keep going, to make him cum in my mouth. I reached up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in my palm, and he swore again, his entire body tensing.

I picked up the pace, my lips sliding up and down his length, my tongue swirling around the head with every stroke. His hips bucked slightly, and I looked up at him, our eyes locking as I sucked him deeper, hollowing my cheeks.

"Fuck, just like that," he growled, his grip tightening in my hair. "God, you're so good at this."

I hummed around him, the vibration making him moan louder. His cock twitched in my mouth, and I knew he was close. I increased the suction, bobbing my head faster until he was panting above me, his thighs trembling.

"Fuck, I'm close," he gasped. "Gonna come..."

I didn't pull away. Instead, I sucked harder, faster, my tongue working overtime as I urged him toward the edge. With a guttural groan, Ryan came, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he spilled himself down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my own need spiking as I tasted him fully for the first time.

When he finally stilled, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. His cock was still semi-hard, glistening with a mix of saliva and cum, and I couldn't resist leaning in to lick him clean, savoring the way he shuddered at the sensation.

"Holy shit," Ryan panted, slumping back against the couch. His legs trembled, and he looked at me with a dazed, awestruck expression.

I shook my head, feeling a surge of pride at the way he looked at me.

"You're not telling my brother about this right?" He asked.

"Nope, it's our secret. He doesn't need to know," I winked.

To be continued.