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The Berlin Underground: 4-Pack Bundle

Posted on December 16, 2022 by indieerotica

The Antinous Society is an elite club of Berlin’s most powerful men who engage in their most carnal desires. Peter craves nothing more than to take his place among these men. But to become one of them, Peter must not only survive the dreaded Dungeon Games, he must come out on top.

From public fisting, to wrestling for the right to top, to entering into the hot, sweaty, dark, and testosterone-soaked dungeon, Peter faces sexual trials he could never dream of and has his limits stretched beyond what he ever thought possible.

The Berlin Underground: 4-Pack Bundle is a 49,000-word collection of four previously published stories following Peter’s journey through this erotic underworld.

Included in this bundle are:
- The Secret Fisting Academy
- Wrestling for Dominance in the Dungeon Games
- Enter the Dungeon at Your Own Risk
- No More Safe Words

“Number four-nine-five!” a voiceover said in English. People started to look under their drinks.

“I’m four-nine-seven,” Mark said. “Quick,” he said to me. “Check under yours.”

Sure enough, under my glass was a small strip of plastic stuck to the bottom with the lucky numbers.

“Oh God,” I said, “what now?” Dolf had inserted a random fan’s beer bottle into his ass, and given it back for him to drink. Although I could respect his talent, if having a wide-open hole could be considered as such, but I was hardly a fan. I had a flashback to Noah and my night at a Berlin bar when a young twink got fisted on stage. My body shivered with the thought Dolf might do the same to me. “I don’t want to get fucked on stage,” I yelled to Mark.

“Just get up there,” he said, and started pointing at me so the whole warehouse knew who the lucky winner was. Gulping, I had no choice but to make my way to the stage, surrounded by perfect bodies and mean, jealous eyes.

“What’s your name?” the famous Dolf asked me. He smelled like lube and poppers.

“Peter.” The crowd applauded, but I could feel their hate. I was more nervous to upset them than disappoint Dolf. The dildos had been cleared and Dolf mounted the table, readying himself on all fours, snapping the straps of the jockstrap cupping his round ass.

“Roll up your sleeve,” said his leather-bound assistant. With nowhere to run, I did just that. He unfurled a black silicone glove, long enough to birth a calf. With all the tenderness of a doctor’s office, the assistant raised my arm and slid the leather sheath over it. The crowd edged closer as I saw Dolf take a blast of poppers and realized what was about to happen. They wanted me to fist Dolf.

“Are you ready, Peter?” Dolf yelled to the crowd.

“Um…” My glove was slathered in lube as Dolf shuffled backwards. His hole beckoned. It didn’t look very open, but the crowd was starting to chant and clap their hands in time.

“Come on, Peter, give me your best shot. Who wants to see me get fist fucked?”

The crowd cheered. I had no choice. Sucking in an anxious breath, I approached with one gloved finger. It slid straight in. Dolf arched his back and pushed into me. I didn’t even have to move for his ass to expand around my knuckles.

“Fist him, fist him,” the crowd chanted.

“Punch my hole open, Peter.”

What was I to do? I withdrew the half of my hand already inside, and more lube was squeezed on. Dolf pulled his cheeks apart and showed me the open target. I made a fist to the crowd, and they cheered. Tightening my grip, I held onto one of Dolf’s ass cheeks for support, then hurled my fist straight at his hole.

Dad Uses Me From Behind to Solve Crimes: The Case of the Church Kitchen Catastrophe

Posted on December 16, 2022December 10, 2023 by indieerotica

Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year old teen detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his sharp eyes, clever wits, and well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects.

A fire at the local Baptist church on a Sunday morning would be scandalous enough, but someone made off with the church cash box. Once the smoke clears, Jeramie is on the case. Can the boyslut detective track down who took the latest tithes while having several of the older men in the congregation scratch his needy itch?

Dad Uses Me From Behind to Solve Crimes: The Case of the Church Kitchen Catastrophe is an 11,000-word short story.

Mr. DuPree was dressed in his usual Sunday suit, a pair of slack pants with shined shoes and dress socks. A slick coat covered a blue button-up shirt. His tie hung out at the moment, as though Mr. DuPree had been worrying with it. His brown beard had a few flakes of white, and he had a slight paunch sticking out in front.

Overall, though, Jeramie thought Mr. DuPree was quite handsome, in his own way.

“I wanted to ask you,” Jeramie began, “if you had any peppermint. I’m fresh out.”

Mr. DuPree always carried peppermint around. He claimed that it helped him sit still during church services. He kept plenty in his coat pocket, and would offer it to anyone if they asked.

“Oh!” said Mr. DuPree, lighting up a little. “Of course. Here, just lemme check real quick…”

Jeramie waited, watching Mr. DuPree closely. The first pocket he checked was empty, but the second one had several pieces. Mr. DuPree pulled out a fist full and held it out for Jeramie to choose.

“Help yourself,” said Mr. DuPree.

Jeramie reached for the pile in Mr. DuPree’s hand, then hesitated. The movement was on purpose. He looked up then, right into Mr. DuPree’s vivid blue eyes.

“You know,” he said, “I found a piece like these in the kitchen.”

Mr. DuPree’s fingers closed around the handful of peppermints. His hand jerked back reflexively. Jeramie took note of the movements and smiled, giving Mr. DuPree another one of his cherubic grins.

“It was on the floor,” he went on. “Someone had stepped on it.”

“I…” Mr. DuPree began, sweating. “You shouldn’t have been in there, Jeramie. Not after a fire. It’s very dangerous.”

Jeramie’s smile widened. “I was helping my Dad,” he explained, pretending to look sad at the admonishment. “Besides, it wasn’t a real fire. Just burned meatloaf.”

“Oh,” said Mr. DuPree, and he relaxed a little. “Yeah, I suppose…”

“Funny, though.” Jeramie moved in closer, pretending to go for the peppermint again. “The oven was still warm.”

Mr. DuPree’s eyes widened. Jeramie saw his opening, and moved his hand past the peppermints. His fingers went for the front of Mr. DuPree’s slacks. Mr. DuPree let out a soft gasp as Jeramie wrapped his small digits around the older man’s cock through the soft fabric.

“Like the oven had been turned up on high,” Jeramine continued, as though nothing out of the ordinary were happening.

Fresh sweat popped out on Mr. DuPree’s forehead. His mouth hung open, and his breath deepened. Mr. DuPree stared in shock for a moment while Jeramine’s hand worked his shaft up and down through the front of the older man’s slacks.

Jeramie could feel the shaft growing thicker, harder, in his hand. “You shouldn’t…” Mr. DuPree stammered. “Jeramie, that’s very wrong, you know! I could get in trouble!”

Mr. DuPree was doing his damnedest to sound authoritative, but it had no effect whatsoever on Jeramie. He merely smiled and pushed Mr. DuPree’s hand away so he could move closer.

“I like this candy better,” Jeramie said, sinking to his knees.

Mr. DuPree remained rooted to his chair. He didn’t stop Jeramie from undoing the button on his trousers with his tiny fingers. He didn’t move when Jeramie slid the zipper all the way down, nor did he use his hands to force Jeramie away when the little slut puppy fished his cock out.

Cold air blew over Mr. DuPree’s thick shaft once it was freed. It was quickly followed by Jeramie’s hot breath. The randy teenager heated the already smoldering man cock in front of him with a few quick puffs of air. His fingers slid back around the eight inches of meat, gripping it tight.

Mr. DuPree moaned. “Oh, God!” he whimpered. “God… no!”

Jeramie knew he had his suspect right where he wanted him now. His pink tongue slid out between his soft, puckered lips. The tip ran up along the underside of the shaft, sending a shiver up through Mr. DuPree’s much bigger body.

“Mmm!” Jeramie moaned, making sure it was loud enough for Mr. DuPree to hear. “Definitely better than peppermint.”

Riding Daddy for Clues: The Case of the Dinner Table Deduction

Posted on November 26, 2022December 10, 2023 by indieerotica

Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year old teen detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his sharp eyes, clever wits, and well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects. Detective Bryce Lecleaux is the reason why criminals avoid the small town of Pembrooke Falls.

This time, though, he’s been handed a case that is too difficult for even his deductive mind to crack. Fortunately, Bryce has a secret weapon in the form of his son, Jeramie.

Riding Daddy for Clues: The Case of the Dinner Table Deduction is a 7,000-word short story.

“C’mere,” Daddy instructed, giving his left leg a pat once he was comfortable. “Climb up on Daddy’s lap, boy. I wanna talk about something.”

Jeramie obeyed immediately. His little legs settled across his father’s lap. One arm wrapped around Daddy’s broad shoulders, stretching as far as it could go. Jeramie’s smile was as big as a kid’s meeting Santa at the mall.

“There,” he said, grinning big as his plump little rear bounced on his father’s thick, muscular leg. “I’m all set, Daddy.”

Daddy was smiling softly as he reached up, brushing his fingers through Jeramie’s hair. “Good boy,” he whispered, combing the long honey-colored locks.

Jeramie and his father both had long hair. Some of Jeramie’s teachers told him that it made him look like a girl. He didn’t care, though.

He liked having things in common with Daddy. They both had the same green eyes and pale skin. Their faces were similar too. They each had a Roman nose, a cleft in their chin, and feet that spread slightly like a duck’s.

Certain things about them that were different didn’t bother Jeramie so much. He loved that his Daddy was so muscular. He also loved the thick hair that covered Daddy on almost every part of his big body. Jeramie especially liked running his tiny fingers through it, the same way that Daddy loved combing through his hair.

“Tell me about your case, Daddy,” Jeramie said beseechingly. “I’m very curious.”

Daddy chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on the top of Jeramie’s head, one that lingered just a little longer than necessary.

“You certainly are,” he agreed. “A very curious boy. Always have been.”

Jeramie tilted his head up. Daddy’s hand left his hair, drawing the fingers out of the soft, silky locks to cup his son by the chin. Slowly, Daddy brought his lips down.

A soft moan escaped Jeramie’s throat as their mouths met. Daddy kissed his son slowly, taking his time to caress Jeramie’s lips with his tongue. A fresh shiver went through Jeramie’s body.

Spying On My Kid Brother

Posted on November 25, 2022 by indieerotica

At twenty-four, Henry is adventurous for being a skinny nerd. But after breaking up with his fiancée, he’s not sure if he’s lucky enough to have the kind of hot and kinky sex he prefers, even if he’s well-endowed enough to impress any horny hookup. That is, until he discovers a secret perk of installing security cameras in his house.

Henry’s barely legal brother, Charlie, is staying over for the weekend. He’s a himbo jock in high school who’s both straight and hot. Charlie may or may not have forgotten about the camera in the guestroom he’s in. But when in private, he definitely hasn’t forgotten how to behave like a naughty little boy whose sexuality is highly questionable.

For Henry, being a voyeur instead of physically involved not only satisfies his kinky desires, but it will also get him to see his kid brother in a whole new and horny light.

Spying On My Kid Brother is a 2,200-word short story.

Holy shit!

I couldn’t believe it. I was in bed late at night, naked with my phone and earbuds. I lifted my glasses from sliding down my nose every so often, my head lowered in focus as I watched something I shouldn’t. With my fist around the shaft of my nine-inch dick, I slowly stroked to what was essentially live porn, stopping every so often. What was wrong with me? I tried hard not to masturbate to what the camera revealed: an illicit act coming from Charlie, my barely legal brother who was all grown up like a fully developed jock.

After a neighbor’s rebellious teen son had stayed here for a few days a while back, he’d stolen from me, prompting me to install security cameras in every room of the house except for the bathrooms.

Little had I known what I’d catch just by turning on my phone’s cam app and switching to the guestroom. Charlie was staying with me for the weekend, and what a weekend of discovery. It was only Friday night, and I wondered if I’d get to see this again tomorrow night.

I was nothing like my kid brother, except for being smooth, and having the same brown hair and brown eyes. My flat-assed twig of a body and boyish face made everyone think I was the younger brother, and it didn’t help that Charlie was taller than me. But I had a much-bigger dick than he did, by the looks of it. Our other major difference was the fact that I was a geek who looked like a typical nerd—proudly so—while he was kind of a himbo.

But why was he doing this to himself? He was supposed to be straight. He’d had girlfriends and was on the football team at the small-town high school here in northern Wisconsin. Yet there he was in the lamp-lit guestroom, caught on cam.

Charlie ground his big bubble butt against the thick dildo that was suctioned to the wall, plowing himself like a horny bottom I’d seen many times on porn—except hotter. He sucked on another thick dildo while jacking himself off with his other hand, both holes stuffed. Every sound he made was crystal clear, from his horny breaths to the occasional moans he let out, erecting my leaking dick even more.

A Brotherly Halloween

Posted on October 27, 2022 by indieerotica

It’s Halloween. Teen brothers, Liam and Lyle, have family over from out of state, leaving them to share a bed. Since they’re only a year apart, they’re pretty close. So close, in fact, that they touch each other in the way blood-related brothers are forbidden to do.

It turns Liam on whenever twinky Lyle roleplays as a submissive girl who needs to be owned, even though Liam continually tells himself he’s straight. His brother gives him the kind of submission his girlfriends never could.

Five years later, it’s Halloween again. And Lyle is back home from graduate school, ready to reconnect with Liam after drifting apart. Lyle is now so sexually experienced that he revels in being a dirty slut. He also hasn’t let go of his cross-dressing fetish as he continues to wear skirts and panties, and being a twink with a boyish face makes it more convenient to fool anyone.

But no matter how many hot men Lyle can get lucky with, his heart will always belong to Liam, the real love of his life. Unfortunately, Liam has a new girlfriend, so he seems to have moved on from their naughty past.

Or has he?

Now that the two brothers are finally home alone, they find themselves in a familiar situation. This time, however, the sexy games they played in the past just might prove that they were an appetizer to what could be the main course.

Dessert included.

A Brotherly Halloween is a 7,500-word short story.

For all of Halloweekend, we had extended family here who had just come from out of state, so the house would be full for the next few days. I shared my bed with Lyle because it wasn’t that big for our two uncles, and we were the only teens, so it made me feel more comfortable. Our uncles slept on an airbed, while all the other rooms were occupied—all women in Lyle’s room. I was used to the sleeping arrangements since they had all been coming here several times a year for as long as I could remember.

Lyle finally returned after taking forever, like a typical girl, probably making sure he was clean back there. The moment he crawled into bed on my right side, my dick grew. Just like plenty of other times, it would happen again tonight. We just had to wait until our uncles fell asleep, which wasn’t too long.

God, my own brother whose blood we shared, both created by Dad’s sperm and popped out of Mom’s vagina. The weird thing was that I didn’t even think about guys in a sexual way. I didn’t get what was so attractive about them. I’d tried watching a few gay porn videos and had been nauseous and really grossed out—that was my answer.

Girls, though? So hot, especially the barely legal teens in porn who looked like sexier versions of the girls at school. But girls were much harder to have sex with here in our conservative Christian town. I wasn’t even sure if Erin wanted to have sex before marriage after she’d recently expressed wanting to get closer to God. I still felt something for her because she was my special girl, but I was horny and really needed to get off.

Our uncles finally snored away, and Lyle pushed Erin’s jack-o-lantern-themed panties down to his knees—one with a carved face printed on the back—and flipped around on his stomach, keeping his green T-shirt on. No one knew I’d stolen a few panties from Erin’s dresser when I’d once been in her room while she’d had to use the bathroom, just for my brother. My heart had pounded hard, but I’d gotten lucky and hadn’t been caught. I’d never do it again, but I didn’t have to anymore.

Lyle started humping the bed in a feminine way, unleashing his true mannerisms that no one but I knew about. No one ever suspected him because he’d been on the high school baseball team and was fairly masculine in front of everyone.

There was nothing but silence between us for a little while except for his small, clipped breaths from the humping. This was our little “game” that led to more. It always started like this.

The Leafy Man of My Dreams

Posted on October 21, 2022 by indieerotica

Ambling down the pristine pavement, I held the blue pot in my hands, its shape resting fittingly. I smiled at it, my only birthday gift this year. Maybe I could nickname it Herby with a silent H, just because. After all, the first plant to help decorate my barebones studio deserved a name. Thus, Herby it was.

But I had to give it a last name the way I did other plants. Herby wasn’t enough. How about Green? No, too obvious. But it should relate to the color green to help me remember the surname more easily. Think, think, think—ah! How about green in German? That’d be grün. But then, replace the umlauted U with double O to retain the pronunciation? Ooh…Groon! Different, but it worked.

Herby Groon.

I reached the apartment building and approached my unit upstairs. I scrambled to open the door while carrying the plant, and I rushed inside to set Herby on the wide ledge of the large window in the living space, the only window of my studio. I smiled at such a sight, my heart warming up with joy. Grabbing my aluminum watering can, I stepped into the kitchen and filled it with an appropriate amount of water, then rushed back to the plant with anticipation. Something about aiming the spout at the dark dirt and letting the water flow to help give Herby the life it needed calmed me. It was bound to be well fed and well taken care of. After all, its needs mattered just as much as a human’s.

I placed the watering can on the floor and licked my lips at Herby. How often did the poor plant need to sap its release? Did it have feelings? Studies showed that plants did indeed have necessary life, a kind of life many people looked at as invalid. Okay, none of it was rocket science, but it was still good information, if just to appreciate all flora.

No, Herby. Its life would never be invalid. It would sit there and become a part of my home, a member of my family that was more than a mere birthday gift.

I wrapped my fingers around the stem and gave it a few strokes, giggling. What was I doing? Well, if Dick could do it, so could I. But my first experience on my own differed from Dick’s demonstration. It took Herby three minutes to sap, and when it did, it overflowed with its sticky sweetness in a more copious amount and slightly faster speed than earlier.

I was struck with a foreign mesmerism forcing me to enter a transfixed state. A force of some kind gently pulled me closer to Herby, making me lean toward the tip of the stem. I stuck my tongue out and licked the sap, sometimes finding my lips puckering into uncontrollable kisses from the sweet seduction. I slurped every drop, licking around the shaft to capture the running streams, consuming all of Herby’s offering of savory juices.

Finished, I stroked Herby some more as soon as greed took over me. More. I wanted it. I needed it. Come on. More. More. More!

And there it was, but not nearly as much as before.

I swirled my tongue around the slit and sucked, refusing to let the sap run down the shaft like before. I stroked it again and again, waiting and waiting, and just a pearl of sap oozed. Oh, well. Maybe Herby had a refractory period like a human man.

Heaviness numbed my eyelids, and my twin-size bed called me. What was going on? It was too early to sleep. Nevertheless, I undressed myself without bothering to change into something else and slid naked under the sheets. A nap couldn’t hurt. No, a nap sounded just about right…

Deep grumbling. Rustling sounds. Was someone walking on the ground of a forest?

I blinked my eyes a few times, but the weight of my eyes still got to me. The warm sheets called me more loudly than the curiosity of the sounds.

More grumbling. Was that a critter? My apartment complex wasn’t supposed to have mice, but even then, they were more on the high-pitch side. What could it be?

“Wee-meck-fook…”

The Young Son I’ve Never Met

Posted on September 30, 2022 by indieerotica

During his younger years, David was a professional swimmer and fashion model. Now thirty-eight, he has filled out with a belly and a few gray hairs, and worse, he feels aimless and romantically lonely in life while battling with his mental health. Granted, he's still doable enough to please many men, top and bottom, especially twinks. But he wants more from a guy, someone more special than he's ever had. He's never experienced the happily-ever-after kind of love, after all.

David's latest hookup is a never-been-kissed virgin twink who insists on having sex in the dark to conceal his identity, claiming he's in the closet. Despite his warm and wonderful mouth being put to great use, the twink already seems different from all the others. David can't put his finger on why there's something special about him, but soon, a shocking phone call unexpectedly changes his life and puts his fatherhood to the test.

A fatherhood he didn't even know about until now.

The Young Son I've Never Met is a 4,300 word short story.

I lay naked on my king-size bed, the lights off. The only sounds tonight were the ocean waves from a distance and the two of us. I gasped as soon as his warm mouth tasted my leaking cock for the first time. Despite only being average in length, mine was pretty thick, so I’d worried it wouldn’t fit, what with him being a tiny twink. But it did. Oh, it did. Well, not the entire length, of course. More like a quarter of it with soft slurps. It felt wonderful, nonetheless.

We’d agreed not to see each other’s faces to reduce the risk since he wasn’t out of the closet, hence the moonlit darkness in my room. I had a feeling he was a real cutie if the picture of his skinny torso was anything to go by: smooth and perfectly suntanned, just like me. In fact, we had the exact same skin tone and pinkish-brown nipples—different sizes, obviously.

If only he could get naked right now, but he had chosen to keep his clothes and shoes on, claiming to be shy and insecure about his whole body. He’d struggled just to show me his chest online, which had taken a while of chat for that to happen.

More slurping, his slobbery mouth jerking my cock in a slow pace as if he were shy or something.

I caressed his finger-length hair that was shorter on the sides and back, then gently stroked his soft cheek with my knuckles before playing with his hair again. The size of his bobbing head was a bit smaller than I’d realized. Not child size, of course, since he was barely eighteen, but definitely not as big as most college twinks. He was just that small and probably youthful in the face.

Ungh… His young, little mouth working me, slurp after slurp… His drool of hunger trickling down the shaft of my cock…

Camp Cousins in Love

Posted on September 22, 2022 by indieerotica

I turned around and glanced over my shoulders, even though it was just me and Tommy in here. I didn’t want to think about the serious consequences I could face as a scoutmaster-in-training for both being involved with another scout, and committing incest. Society would especially scrutinize me for it because I should know better.

But I did know better.

It was my heart that didn’t.

“We have to be very careful, Tommy, okay?” I caressed his soft cheek, my green-blue gaze boring into his bluer one.

His ruddy cheeks flushed. He looked so adorable in his scout uniform that was just like mine before I’d started training. “Sorry, Perry, I forgot.”

My heart lifted again at just the sight of his innocently boyish face. Big, blue eyes, a mop of white-blond hair, and much more freckled than me. Otherwise, we were the same age and around the same height and weight: the lanky-dork build, basically. Yep, he got the same treatment as I did for being an unpopular virgin.

I hunched over for a little peck on his lips, the only way we kissed for now. Truthfully, I wanted a deeper smooch, but I wasn’t sure how he felt about it. “You still want to be with me like you said?”

Deep Discovery (Unbreakable Brotherhood, Part 2)

Posted on August 19, 2022 by indieerotica

Gorgeous twenty-year-old twins River and Ryder prepare for their second hookup while at a gay resort. While they are secretly in love with each other and would prefer to be monogamous, that doesn’t really work with two bottoms, so these hookups are keeping their sex life alive.

When the twins meet another set of jock brothers, they’re surprised to learn they’re not the only brothers in love. These muscled hotties from Italy are both dom tops—which seems to be exactly what River and Ryder need. In fact, this could very well change their romantic lives for good.

But will it be for the better?

Deep Discovery is an 8,500-word short story.

Ryder glanced around the beach, and no one was at this spot right now, if they would ever be. We really were alone. He shuffled around to get his clothed butt to face Alessandro like a silly puppy. Since he was directly across from him with the bonfire separating them, Alessandro had to move to the side a bit to see.

Mugh! What was he doing now?

He pulled down his speedo just enough to moon us and wiggled his smooth butt, smiling seductively like the thirsty horndog he was.

Ryder! Though, to be honest, my penis hardened all over again the more I looked at his hot butt, tempting me to dig in for a nice taste of his hole like I already had multiple times at the hotel. I could never get enough of his body, especially the taste of him. His masculine smells alone drove me wild. I suddenly leaked quite a lot.

“Mmm.” Alessandro was just as hungry. “I’m going to eat it like a good meal and then fuck it even better with my huge dick.”

Angelo smiled as if full of lust, probably just as turned on as his big bro. Romantic or not, he was still a typical guy like the rest of us were, and while I had my qualms, they were temporary enough to melt away my reservation and strike me with the same carnal lust that filled the air of this private space.

Vulgarity aside, what was it like to suck both brothers off and have them inside me? Would they be rough, gentle, or somewhere in between? They had to have considered my and Ryder’s lack of experience, right? After all, they were apparently bigger than monsters down there, assuming the claim was even true.

“I’m ready to fuck now,” Alessandro said, his voice full of intense desire.

“Me, too,” Angelo joined.

Ryder yanked off his speedo and got up to face us, grinning while stroking his thick seven-incher. We had the perfect size because it wasn’t huge or small. “Okay, let’s fuck, then,” he said.

Virgin Game (Unbreakable Brotherhood, Part 1)

Posted on July 28, 2022 by indieerotica

River and Ryder are beautiful, buff, Ken-doll-like twins…who love each other more than brothers should. Their taboo relationship turned sexual years ago and were it not for the fact that they’re both total bottoms, they’d be completely monogamous. They want each other and no one else. But there just doesn’t seem to be any hope for them

With a summer trip to a gay resort, River and Ryder make it a mission to expand their sexual adventures, one hookup at a time. It’ll be the first time they share themselves with others.

The first contender to take both their butt virginities is a hot and beefy ginger jock who is more than willing to make his own incestuous fantasy come true. He’s not just big all around, but down there as well.

Painfully so.

Virgin Game is a 7,500-word short story.

I let go of Chris’ dick to switch to River’s while the two of them continued making out. I loved the taste of my twin’s smooth skin, and I especially loved it whenever he came inside my mouth. Willing to serve, I licked just the head for a moment while grinning up at River. “You like my mouth, broby?”

He broke the kiss to smile at me, locking his eyes with mine for an intense, brotherly gaze like the lovers we were. That longingness he tried to hide couldn’t fool me; I knew him all too well. He wanted exclusivity with me like I did with him, but being total bottoms made that more challenging since anal sex was such a huge part of gay relationships, or so I continued telling myself.

“Yeah,” he finally said, being a shyball now because I made him melt and feel horny at the same time. He did love my mouth because I aimed to please. If only the bottom factor didn’t have to be an issue, though.

I’d marry him if I could.

The greed took over me the longer I sucked my brother while he and Chris made out again, me going back and forth between the shaft and River’s smooth balls, sometimes just the head for an extra sensation. I wanted it all for myself. Bobbing my head, I showed him nothing but devotion. I would love nothing more than for us to own each other for life, never allowing anyone else in our exclusivity. This was my dick.

All mine…

River started panting, little breaths as his warning. “Ryder, you’re…you’re gonna make me…ungh…” He gripped my head as tightly as always whenever he released in my mouth.

“Yeah, come inside your brother’s mouth,” Chris said hornily with anticipation.