The Bro' Code 03

Copyright © 2024 Literary Ranger

Best Friends ask a huge favor.

My Boss was supposed to be Bro Code 2, but I mis-titled it.

I have decided to put these in Loving Wives just to keep things consistent. However, there are anal scenes in here, you have been warned.

Blame no one but me. The editing is my own. Grammarly is pretty great! LOL

Brock and I have known each other since we were in the 4

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Grade when my family moved into the neighborhood. We actually knew each other before that when we were rivals on crosstown soccer teams. We were both stars of our Junior High Soccer Team. He was a high-scoring center forward, and I was a winger. We fed each other the ball like there was telepathy between us on the field. I was there in 7

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Grade when an opposing player took a cheap shot and kicked him in the groin. Brock had to be stretchered off the field and went straight to the hospital. I was so angry that I scored two more goals on that team in the second half. After the match, my parents took me to visit Brock in the hospital. I didn't get to see him, but his dad said it was pretty bad. We had no idea how far-reaching the injury would be.

Brock returned to school the next week, and everyone was cool about his injury. No one said anything. We won the Division, with Brock winning the Golden Boot for Scoring the most points that year.

We continued to play soccer throughout our school years and got scholarships to college as a result. We attended the same university, and we came in third at the NCAA Championship our Senior year of college. Brock was drafted by an American minor-league team and played for three years. Brock just wasn't able to find the magic he had when we played together.

I continued with my university studies and got my Master's Degree in Engineering.

During this time, Brock and I kind of lost touch.

I get home from work one afternoon and open the fridge to try to figure out what I'm going to do for dinner. My phone rings.

"Hello," I answer.

"How's my favorite winger?" I recognize Brock's voice immediately.

"Brock, you son-of-a-bitch, who are you doing?" I ask, laughing.

"I'm fine. I'm getting married, and I need a Best Man," he says.

"That's outstanding! Do I know the lucky lady?" I ask.

"As a matter of fact, you do. I am going to marry Carol," he says.

"Carol, that's great. You always made a great couple," I compliment.

"Thanks, man, how've you been? Are you married? Dating anyone?" He asks.

"No, not married. Not even dating anyone at the moment. Been busy with the job," I answer.

"Sorry to hear that. Anyway, I am hoping that my old buddy will be able to be my Best Man at my upcoming wedding. What do you say?" He asks.

"Of course I will, Brock. You know you can count on me," I answer. He gives me the rest of the details of the wedding, which is happening in six months.

The wedding is great. Of course, they hook me up with someone. Two, actually, one friend of Brock's and one friend of Carol's. Fortunately, I am able to keep them separated and entertain them both. I use my position as Best Man to keep them separated by sending them off on errands to help me in my Best Man duties. I also make sure not to show any public displays of affection to either of them. Yeah, I nail both of them repeatedly. Steve and Carol actually almost brought my whole party crashing down when they corner me, asking me almost at the same time how things are going with Brenda and Lisa. I just start laughing when they look at each other in confusion. Steve catches on to what I've done first and punches me in the shoulder.

"You dog! Both of them?" He asks.

I don't answer, but I put my hand to my face as I fake embarrassment. I'm not embarrassed at all. Carol slaps my other shoulder when she catches on.

"Bradley!" She exclaims. "How could you?"

"It wasn't easy," I laugh.

It is the night before the wedding. Carol is pissed now.

"Brenda is talking about catching the bouquet and how great it will be to be married to Brock's best friend."

"Shit," Brock and I say at the same time.

"Dude, Lisa is pretty much saying the same thing. She is also bragging about how much she enjoyed giving you her back-door virginity. Uh, ugh dude. Seriously, Brad, are you trying to set some record for wedding havoc here?" Brock asks.

"Hey, you are the ones that both set me up with someone at this wedding. What was I supposed to do? Reject one of them? They're both great women," I explain.

"What were you going to do after the wedding?" Carol asks.

"Go back to Colorado. I was going to tell both of them it was just a wedding fling. I didn't think both of them were going to get so emotionally attached in four days." I reason.

"Yeah, that makes sense," Brock agrees.

"Yeah, we should have talked to each other," Carol says to Brock.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Brock apologizes to me.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too," Carol agrees.

"Don't apologize. I'm having a great time. Apologize to them for giving them false hope about creating a relationship at a wedding," I scold.

"You really fucked her in the butt?" Brock asks.

"Yeah, she likes it," I smirk.

"Yuck," he shudders. Carol raises her eyebrows and smiles at me as they walk away together, arm in arm. I give her a wink. They are getting married tomorrow, and I think Brock may be in for a few surprises on the honeymoon.

The wedding itself is fun, and I am able to tactfully disengage with Brenda and Lisa. I tell both of them that I was seeing the other as a favor to Carol or Brock, depending on whom I am speaking to, and they both buy it. I actually manage to nail Brenda again the night of the wedding and Lisa the next day before heading home, telling both of them that it is a lovely way for us to part as friends. Yeah, I was using romance as a shitty way to get laid. Don't care. I don't get laid that often because I am so busy with my engineering career.

Brock, Carol, and I keep in touch after the wedding. They come out to Colorado to snowboard twice, and I head to Virginia a few times for short vacations to visit them.

Brock calls me as they are planning their third anniversary, and they have decided to visit Colorado in the Summer as they always seem to be here in the Winter. I think it is a great idea, and start planning to host. I take eighteen days off from work as I want some time to prepare for their arrival.

Brock and Carol arrive on Thursday, and immediately, I can tell something is wrong. Brock is always upbeat, carrying the conversation, and when he isn't, he is an active listener, curious about what is happening in his friends' lives. He steps past security at the airport, smiles, but looks like someone ran over his dog. Carol has a comforting arm on him, almost guiding him along as if he is reluctant to walk.

"Jesus, Brock, what the hell is going on?" I ask, giving my best friend a big hug.

"We'll tell you when we get to your place," he answers.

We don't talk the entire time I drive home to my condo. After a quiet 45 minutes, I direct them to the guestroom like they don't know where it is and then wait in the living room. I can hear them whispering, and their voices raise a few times in argument, but I can't understand what they are saying.

Finally, they come out of the guest room.

Brock does not look happy, at all, but Carol is trying to look somber, although occasionally, a smile flashes across her face for a second.

I stand, and the suspense gets the best of me.

"Alright, Brock, you're not dying of cancer, are you?" I say with a concerned expression that matches how I feel. It is the only answer that makes sense of their behavior. Although Carol's actions are a mystery.

"No," they both say. "God, no, it isn't anything like that. I'm not dying. Although I almost wish I was," Brock says with a serious expression.

"Don't say that, honey," Carol comforts. She moves to him and gives him a side hug, which he puts minimum effort in returning, like he doesn't want Carol touching him.

"No, Brad, it's more fucked up than that. Remember when I got kicked really hard in the junk in Junior High playing soccer?" He asks.

"Of course, I could never forget that," I exclaim.

"Yeah, I didn't think so. I heard in revenge you scored two more goals on those guys after I was taken to the hospital." Brock says, laughing.

"Yeah, I did, and I would have taken that kid out too if he hadn't been Red Carded and thrown out of the match," I affirm.

"I know, you're always there for me. That's the reason we're here. That injury apparently has made me sterile," Brock states.

"Shit," is all I can say. Then, my mind starts reeling.

He's sterile. Why we are here. Always there for him.

Okay, he wants me to be a sperm donor. No problem, jerk off in a cup while I watch free porn in a doctor's office, too easy.

Brock and Carol have been quiet, watching me, letting me take all this in.

"Okay, have you made an appointment yet?" I ask, assuming that they have made an appointment with the local fertility doctor to have this all done.

"Why do we need a doctor?" Carol asks, confused.

"I assume you want me to be a sperm donor, so we need to go to the reproductive clinic so I can make a donation for the IFV," I explain.

Carol and Brock look at each other, then back at me.

"We were going to skip that step," Carol states. Brock nods his head in agreement.

"Uh, I don't get it," I say. I have an idea, but am honestly afraid to verbalize it. These are my two best friends in the world, and I don't want to say anything to ruin my relationship with either one of them.

"Dude, you are going to sleep with Carol and give us a baby," Brock blurts out. It is like he has been hanging on to this idea, and it just burst out of him. "Fuck, that felt so good to get out in the open. Please don't think less of me, Brad. I couldn't handle that." My friend utters. There is pain in his words.

I leap to my feet and hug my friend. Brock has always been the strong alpha type guy, leading the pack, and now he has literally been kicked in the nuts with the news that he can't father children. It has to be hard on his ego and his idea of what it means to be a man.

Brock starts to cry, which surprises me. I notice that Carol has joined us, hugging us both.

After everyone calms down, we have dinner and some drinks and resume the conversation.

"Why can't we do IFV?" I ask. While sleeping with Carol may be a fun physical exercise, I want to exhaust all other options in order to have no possible questions remaining in the future.

"It is expensive, and there is no point. Carol isn't cheating on me because I know what is occurring and the reasons why. Brad, you are my brother from another mother. I trust you probably more than you can imagine. I know that you are not going to steal my wife, and you are fulfilling our need to have a family. Depending on how the first child goes, we may do this again." Brock finishes. Carol has been sitting beside him the entire time, nodding in agreement. She has been squirming, too, as if she is anticipating something, which is weird.

"Okay, how is this going to work? Do I need to fly out, or are you two going to fly here when you are ovulating?" I ask, gesturing towards Carol.

"I already booked a hotel. I'm going to borrow your car and spend the night there. I will call mid-morning to see how you are doing and hopefully meet you for brunch. The rest of the vacation will be you two spending the evenings alone, with me making myself scarce so you two are comfortable. During the day, we can do some of the things you have planned if we feel like it." Brock explains.

"Okay," I say with apprehension.

"Brad, it's alright. You're doing us a huge favor. I can't think of a better man to father our children." Brock argues.

"Alright, well, if you are going to let me borrow your wife, I can at least let you borrow my Jeep," I say, handing him the keys to my new limited-edition off-road monster. Yeah, the one with the hemi. "Don't get yourself killed," I caution.

"Have you ever let anyone drive your Jeep?" Brock asks, staring at the fob.

"No, you are the first," I acknowledge.

"Shit, Brad, you let me borrow your Jeep. You can sleep with Carol any time," Brock says, laughing.

I burst into laughter and look at Carol to see her reaction.

She puts on a hurt face for a second and then starts laughing with us.

"Thanks, honey, just whore me out so you can drive his Jeep," She jokes.

"Easier than trying to do it for money," Brock mocks.

"Jesus, man, you better watch it, or you're going to get divorced," I say to Brock.

"No, we're good," Brock says as he steps up to Carol and they kiss.

"I'll see you two tomorrow," he says. I hadn't noticed before, but he had brought his suitcase out of the guest bedroom and put it by the door. He grabs it, and a moment later, the Jeep fires up and rumbles into the distance.

I turn to look at Carol. She is sitting on the couch, smiling at me.

"This is not how I planned this vacation to go," I joke.

"I can imagine, Brad," Carol acknowledges. "We had a bunch of long discussions about this and a few arguments. Brock is afraid it will ruin your friendship because you will think less of him. This is part of the reason he left so quickly. He is scared of losing you as a friend. He isn't afraid of too many things in life, but losing your friendship is one of them."

"I will never do anything to hurt Brock, which is why I wanted to talk more about this. I wanted to set up some ground rules so we could avoid controversy in the future." I explain.

"Well, Brock is, of course, having a hard time with this and wants it over and done with. He is avoiding it and, therefore, doesn't want to talk about it. He booked a hotel with two bars in it so he can get drunk and pass out in his room each night if his emotions get to him." Carol informs me.

"Okay, how do you want to do this?" I ask, really at a loss on how to make a move on my best friend's wife, who is my female best friend.

"Just come sit on the couch with me, for starters," Carol says, patting the cushion next to her.

I walk across the living room.

"You know there is a bit of a mental hurdle here for me to get over. I think of you as my sister, so hopefully that won't get in my way," I say, half teasing. I sit on the couch next to her.

"Then I am going to have to remove the sister image from your mind," Carol says.

She takes my hand and puts it on her right boob as she kisses me. She squeezes her hand over mine on her boob and moans into my mouth. Her other hand is behind my head, holding me for a kiss. Her tongue is now past my lips and wrestling with mine. All ideas of sisterly love for Carol are gone as my erection is expanding down the leg of my pants.

Carol lets go of my hand on her tit as I am playing with her boob on my own. Her boobs are nice, C Cup and I can feel her nipple through her shirt. Her free hand touches my thigh, searching for the bulge in my pants. She finds it and starts rubbing my dick through my slacks.

"Oh, that's nice," she says. She kisses me again. She keeps stroking my dick and with her other hand she unbuttons her blouse and pulls the tails out of her pants. She takes my hand and puts it inside her shirt on her naked breast.

Carol moans into my mouth. All the while stroking my dick.

"Brad, you remember a conversation at the wedding about fucking Brenda in the ass?" She asks.

"It was Lisa," I correct her.

"But Brenda told me she really enjoyed you screwing her ass at the wedding," Carol says confused.

"I did screw Brenda in the rear at the wedding, but the conversation was about Lisa," I correct her, laughing.

"Bradley! Oh my god! You scoundrel!" Carol exclaims. She pushes me back on the couch, straddling me as she does. She is now looking down at me. Her boobs are just about in my face. She leans down and kisses me again. Rubbing her body on mine. Grinding her pelvis into my leg along my dick.

"Brad, you remember the conversation and Brock's reaction when anal sex was brought up?" She asks.

"Yeah, he was pretty disgusted. I thought it was funny. By your reaction, I figured you were going to get him over his phobia on the honeymoon," I speculate. I have been playing with her boobs as she speaks.

"I tried, Brad. But he wouldn't do it," she complains.

"Carol, this falls well outside of impregnating you," I complain.

"Yes, I know, but I've talked to Brock about this, and he's alright with it because it is something he would never do," she explains.

"Still, Carol, I don't know about this," I say reluctantly.

"Brad, honey, it's okay. Brock really doesn't care what we do as long as he gets a son out of this," she admits.

"Being sterile has messed him up that bad?" I ask.

"Yeah, you saw the way he went flying out of here," she says.

"I figured that was because he was driving my awesome Jeep," I joke.

"I'm sure that was some of it," she admits. "But a lot of it is the fact that he is having a hard time with the fact that he can't be a father in his own right. It's really messing with him."

"So, he doesn't care what we do so long as I get you pregnant?" I ask for clarification.

"We do whatever we want. We don't discuss it around him, and we act like nothing has changed," she explains.

"Alright, I just wish we had discussed this together," I complain.

"You have to understand, the whole thing just made Brock uncomfortable," she reasons.

"Oh, I get that. A discussion would have made me more comfortable," I gripe.

"You feel pretty comfortable to me," Carol says in a seductive voice as she grinds her pussy into my leg. She leans down and kisses me softly on the lips. This is not a lustful kiss but a lover's kiss. This makes me uneasy, but between her lips and boobs, I'm working through it. I am really enjoying making out with Carol. Of course, I have fantasized about this, but reality is much better. Carol has always had a great body. She is a 5'8" tall brunette, and she was on the Women's Lacrosse Team in College, so she has a toned athletic body. I honestly can't wait for her to wrap her outstanding athletic legs around me.

"So, he is fine with this?" I ask. Breaking the kiss.

"Man, you are a buzzkill," Carol scolds me. "He knows we are probably going to enjoy ourselves, and he doesn't want to hear about it. He wants you to father our kids. Now, quit talking, and let's get to making a baby." She kisses me again.

"Then let's get to the bedroom," I tell her. We wrangle ourselves off of the couch and head into my bedroom.

We stand at the foot of my bed, kissing and touching. Carol surprises me by dropping to her knees and pulling my pants down.

"Oh, my," she says in surprise as my dick pops free of my pants. She immediately grabs it and starts stroking it. Soon, she puts her mouth on it and starts moaning as she runs her tongue and lips up and down my dick.

"Oh, my god, Carol. That feels so good," I moan as I touch her hair.

"Oh, fuck, Brad, say my name," she moans.

"Suck my dick, Carol," I reply. She moans on my dick in response. I put my hands on both sides of her head and start fucking her mouth.

"Just like that, Carol," I encourage her. She moans again. I'm getting close to cumming in her mouth. That isn't our goal here, so I stop.

"What?" She asks, looking up at me.

"I was about to cum," I say, breathing heavy.

"Oh, you should have cum," she says, looking up at me, stroking my cock.

"We can't make a baby if I blow a load in your mouth," I say, pulling her to her feet. She kisses me on standing.

"You have plenty of time to cum in me," she reasons. She kisses me again. We remove the rest of our clothes as we continue to kiss.

Carol pushes me back on the bed, and I crawl backward to the center of my Cal-King. She follows me, playing with my dick until I stop, and then she lowers her mouth again onto my cock. I think she is going to take me to my finish this time, but she surprises me by stopping and straddling me. She takes my dick and rubs it up and down her pussy. Rubbing her juices all over the head of my cock.