"There is no way I'm letting you join the team!" I yelled, shoving my younger brother, Jesse. He was 18, fresh out of high school. He'd been accepted into the same university as me, which was fine. In fact, I was glad. I loved my brother. I just didn't want him on my baseball team.
"Why not? You know I'm good enough, Michael." He yelled back. He was shorter than me, but only by a few inches. He had light blonde hair and was pale. His eyes were green, like mine. I was two years older than him, but only slightly more muscular.
"Because I don't want you on the team, I don't want to spend all my time with you!" We were already rooming together. It wasn't even that I didn't want to spend time with him; I did want to spend time with him. I hadn't got to see my little brother much after our parents divorced about five years ago. My brother took my dad's last name, and I took my mom's. It hurt like hell to not get to see him as much. But this wasn't the place or time to get reconnected.
My baseball team is special. It's like a fraternity house, in that we always have "initiations" for the new guys. It's not that any of us were really gay, it was just sex. But it doesn't matter. I don't want my brother to go through that, and I don't want him to see me like that either.
Apart from that, I know that my brother is gay. He told me when he was seventeen, and I was nineteen. I kept his secret, but I didn't tell him mine. I wasn't ready then, and I'm not ready for him to know now. He can't know that I might be gay. One of us has to be normal. He hated himself for being gay, and I would hate myself if I were gay too. That's why he can't join the team. He can't know.
"Besides," I continued, "you aren't even allowed on the team! We have a strict no sibling policy!" It was true, the university was worried that the government would think they were favouring households, or taking bribes. No one from the same family was allowed in on the same scholarship. But we had different last names.
"Well, the coach already let me on the team, so deal with it!" He shouted at me before heading up to his room to change. This was going to be bad.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked damn good in my baseball uniform, the tight pants clinging to my legs and ass. I was more tanned than my brother, it was hard not to be, he was so pale. And my hair was a chestnut brown. The only thing we really had in common was a good physique and green eyes.
He stomped down the stairs, glowering at me. I wanted to tell him the real reason he couldn't join. I wanted to, but I bit my tongue. I just couldn't.
***
During the practice my brother had impressed our team mates and the coach. It was a bad sign; they all wanted him as a permanent member, which meant his initiation would happen today. I prayed it wouldn't.
I got cleaned up in the showers, on opposite sides of the room as my brother. I didn't want to look at him, didn't want to think about it. Most of the other guys on the team finished showering quickly, in anticipation. I was the last one out.
I was reluctant to go into the locker room. My stomach was tied in knots, I was sweating and my breath was ragged.
My brother was pulling his gym bag out of his locker, and beginning to put his equipment away. He didn't notice what the seven other boys on our team were doing.
The men stood in a line, each with their towels wrapped around their waist. They smirked at me as I entered. Tyler, the oldest of us at 24, gestured his head towards Jesse. I bit my lip. I hoped Jesse would just want to leave. I hoped he would just quit the team after finding out how sick we all were. More than anything though, I hoped he would forgive me.
Tyler was the first to drop his towel. His thick seven-incher was already hard, and he began jerking it slowly. The other boys followed suit. I glanced at my brother, he still hadn't noticed. I looked back at the boys. Despite my mind's unwillingness, I could feel my cock growing beneath my towel. I swallowed thickly.
It had been a couple seasons since I'd had a really good fuck. I pretended to be straight outside the locker room, and my cock was suffering the most. If I hadn't been so worried about Jesse, I'd be shooting my load into Ricky's asshole by now.
I took the boys in. They had all been here last season, my brother was the only new one. This was fine with me. I'd been here the second longest, and I had gotten to initiate almost half the guys in front of me. I loved taking their willing virgin assholes, and shooting my load all over their faces or up their ass. They were all so sexy.
The boys looked around each other with confusion. I hadn't moved. I hadn't even dropped my towel yet. Tyler approached me first.
"Hey, you're the MVP. You get this one." He whispered quietly in my ear, before grabbing my towel and ripping it off of me. I blushed at the sudden exposure. His hand trailed down my hip, onto my thigh.
"Go on," He urged, "Go fuck the newbie."
"No fucking way." I said loudly without thinking. That got my brother's attention. He turned suddenly. His face went from shock to confusion in less than a second. I could imagine his surprise. His entire baseball team was lined up in a semi-circle jacking their cocks and all of them were staring at him. And there I was, with Tyler, in the middle of it, fully erect too.
"What's going on here, guys?" Jesse asked, backing up into the lockers. He held his towel tightly around his waist as he surveyed the room. I looked down at the floor, avoiding his questioning eyes.
"Well," Said Andrew, our first baseman, "It's time for your initiation, newbie."
"What?" My brother asked, backing further into the lockers. "What's that?" He looked so afraid, and I mentally scolded myself. My cock was aching for release.
"There's more to being on the team than just playing a good game of baseball." Ryan said, with a small chuckle. "We have to make sure you're willing to do absolutely anything for the team."
My brother still looked shocked, but I knew he knew what they meant. I was going to be sick.
"I have to fuck all of you?!" He asked, a look of pure panic filling his perfect green eyes.
"No, only one of us fucks you, the MVP. The rest of us just get to face-fuck you and cover your face with our spunk. No big deal." Simon said, advancing towards my little brother. I don't want this. I don't want this. I don't want this.
"If you don't want to, you don't have to join the team. It's alright." I said, looking squarely at my brother, pleading him with my eyes. There was no other way out.
"I need this more than anything." My brother said to me directly. I felt a wave of nausea, because I knew he was right. He got to university on a baseball scholarship, he couldn't quit. And I couldn't tell the guys that we were related, it might get him kicked out of the school. There was nothing I could do now.
"Looks like we have a new member!" Ricky shouted, and the rest of the boys hooted. My brother dropped his towel. I hated myself for looking, but I had to. His cock was already hard. It was thick, and cut, like mine. He was at least seven inches.
How was he hard already? With me standing here? Fuck, I knew he was gay, but I didn't know he was that gay. I internally scolded myself.
When I was initiated, I came before Tyler was even fully inside me.
Mark left the line first, anxious to start fucking. He was always so impatient, but I was almost thankful for it today, hopefully we'd just get this over with as quickly as possible. He walked over to Jesse, and took his hand, before leading him into the middle of the semi-circle. He was standing opposite me, so I moved. I didn't want to have to look at him. I didn't want him to have to look at me.
Mark spat on his hand, and wrapped it around my brother's cock. He started jerking it slowly, and my brother inhaled sharply at the contact. His eyes fluttered closed, and he rested his hand on Mark's shoulder to steady himself. It wasn't long before my brother started jerking his hips to the rhythm of Mark's hand. My brother moaned quietly. I felt a pang of anger and maybe something else when Mark started kissing my brother's shoulder and neck. I wanted to run between the two of them and force them apart. But I didn't.
Most of the guys started crowding around my brother, but I held back, watching.
"Get on your knees, newbie." Tyler said, in his forceful, authoritative tone. My brother obeyed reluctantly, looking around the circle at all of our hard, waiting cocks. He looked anxious.
"Suck me first, bitch." Tyler said, pushing past the guys and shoving his hard cock in my brother's face. Tyler was aggressive, and that's something I loved about him when he took my virgin ass. I didn't like it now. My brother looked up at him, before spitting on his dick. He began stroking it slowly.
"Oh yeah." Tyler moaned quietly, tilting his head back slightly. "Suck it."
My brother obeyed. His tongue slowly circled Tyler's cockhead. It flicked beneath the ridge and then my brother slowly took the head into his mouth, while he jerked the length of Tyler's cock. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. Tyler's moans became louder. The guys that were crowded around my brother were jerking their dicks feverishly. My brother rested his ass on his legs and reached out his hands. They were filled with cocks immediately and he began stroking them like a pro.
I watched as the boys who weren't getting serviced form small groups of two. They began jerking each other and sucking each other. I desperately wanted to join the action, but I just couldn't. Not with Jesse there. I hated to admit it, but watching his suck Tyler's cock made me feel sick, disgusted, but worst of all, it made me feel a little jealous. He was my brother. He was mine.
I jumped and was forced out of my reverie when I felt a warm, wet hand grasp my dick.
"Didn't mean to scare you, MVP." Ricky said with a small chuckle. He began jerking my cock faster, and I gripped his free arm for support. We were facing each other.
