See previous chapters for disclaimers. I meant to update this months ago, but real life got in the way, along with one of the chapters I meant to sent in getting erased. I've pieced it together, and if people are interested, I hope to continue the story past what I've already written.
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Pete sat Dom down in a hardbacked chair and began massaging his shoulders.
"You're so tense," Pete whispered in Dom's ear.
Dom was surprised by the friendliness, a little too friendly, but Pete seemed to be one of those sensitive, New Age type of guys. Dom stammered out a barely audible reply as his brain turned to mush. Pete had such soft hands, they kept brushing against his neck.
Dom sat with his legs spread wide, and since he was only wearing his tee shirt and boxers, his erection soon became noticeable to a smirking Pete.
"Erm...I..." Dom blushed all over.
"No need to be ashamed," Pete whispered, his tongue dancing around Dom's ear. "That bitch never puts a finger on you, does she?"
Dom knew he should defend his wife, but those hands had moved down to massage his chest and were slowly pulling up his undershirt; the cool air felt so good against his stomach.
"No, she doesn't," Dom gasped.
Pete leaned in for what seemed to be a kiss, only to pull away just as Dom moved forward.
"Still too tense," Pete smirked, staring at Dom's bulge. "Need to relieve that."
Pete was still fully dressed, but his prominent nipples were hard through his thin white dress shirt, and his cock strained against his black trousers. He never wore underpants.
He whipped off his tie, and before Dom could respond, Pete had tied Dom to the back of the chair.
"H-Hey..." Dom whimpered, broken off as Pete moved in for a real kiss this time.
Dom could have broken free if he wanted to, but he really didn't. Dom had never had any control over his life, no matter how much he'd tried. Having the control taken from him this way felt good, felt like a relief.
"Still too dressed," Pete whispered as he sank his teeth into Dom's large earlobe.
"I...I..."
"You what?" Pete teased, toying with the top buttons of his crisp white shirt.
"I want to...see you..." Dom said, gulping.
"That's nice, but I wasn't talking about me."
Pete grabbed a nearby pair of scissors. Dom's cock jumped as he felt the cold metal against his neck before the shears cut down the middle of his undershirt. He whimpered again as he heard the flimsy cloth ripped to pieces in Pete's gentle yet rough grip. He shuddered as Pete caressed his chest and belly.
Dom didn't have a ripped body, like Russ, or even like his brother Tony. He was embarrassed about being so undressed near a man who was so trim, but Pete looked at him with such open lust that his shame dissipated.
Pete did think Dom was cute, but his real desire came from knowing Tina's husband would never be the same again.
Pete pushed his clothed crotched against Dom's cheek, then his mouth, allowing Dom to taste the fabric. Dom tentatively ran his tongue against the outline of Pete's cock, the precum leaking through the material to give Dom his first taste of a man's essence.
Looking over at the small table near the kitchen, Pete saw a photo of Dom with two men who were wearing nothing more than their boxers. Pete recognized Russ as one of his fellow teachers. He'd almost jumped on the hard-bodied hunk a few times, but didn't want to get a beating. Little did Pete realise just how much Russ enjoyed a man's touch.
Pete pretended he knew neither of them, just for fun.
"Who are they?"
"M-My brother Tony and my friend Russ..."
"Why are they almost naked?"
Pete noticed Dom's cock jump again.
"T-They lost a bet after a football match."
Pete smiled and ran his index finger down Tony's face.
"Bet you liked that, didn't you. Seeing real men stripped and huddled next to you. Bet it killed you not to touch...or taste..."
Dom shook his head.
"T-That's my brother..."
The truth was Tony and Dom had only seen each other a few times for most of their lives. They believed they were cousins. Only a few years ago had Dom moved to town and they learned they were brothers.
"Makes it even wilder then. I bet you wait for him to get changed, see that flaccid cock slip out of his jeans, wonder what it looks like hard. Bet you watch that muscular arse flex when he's ploughing his bitch. Bet you wanna trace his abs with your tongue..."
Dom refused to listen. Yet he still didn't struggle with his tied hands.
"No. That's sick talk."
Pete leaned over to lightly press the photo to Dom's cheek, the cool frame not being the only thing to make him shiver.
"Why doncha kiss your brother. I know I would if he were here."
Dom refused for a moment, not wanting to cross that line, that line he'd only allowed himself to jump over in his worst fantasies.
"Go on."
Dom pretended he was under duress, but he found his lips pressed against Tony's face, and just for a moment, imagined it wasn't a photo, imagined he was kissing his hunky brother, touching him.
"Good job," Pete condescendingly congratulated him. "You get a prize."
He slipped his trousers down, slapping Dom's flushed cheeks with his long, thin, very hard cock.
"No teeth," Pete warned.
He never assumed Dom would protest, and he was right. Dom allowed Pete's cock in his throat without so much as a moaned "No." The flesh sliding in and out of his mouth was hard to get used to at first, but the pleasures were indescribable.
Pete wasn't the most patient man, but he had all the time in the world for Dom to learn to appreciate cocksucking. He gently guided Dom's head down the length of his 7 inches, smiling benevolently as Dom gagged and slurped as much as he could.
"That's good," Pete replied, slowly pulling out of Dom's mouth. He was almost through now. Just a few tugs and he came all over the photo.
"Might wanna lick your brother's face clean," Pete advised, freeing Dom's hands and letting him hold the stained picture frame.
He made his way between Dom's still-spread legs, swallowing Dom's fat 6 inches in one setting. Dom moaned and it took all he had not to come right then. Tina never, ever touched him there.
Pete scraped Dom's meaty thighs with his fingers, cupped his low-hangers with his well-manicured hands. He bobbed up and down, Dom's sighs and groans pushing him further.
Dom gave into temptation, watching those dark, dirty eyes staring up at him. He ran his tongue over his brother's visage, licking the cum sliding down the photo. As he finished the last drop, he bucked his hips and shot his load into Pete's mouth.
It was true. Men really were better at blowjobs. Of course Dom had never had a blowjob, so he wouldn't know, but Pete did represent his gender smashingly well.
Dom stood up on shaky legs, but Pete wasn't finished yet. He pushed Dom forward against the chair. Dom began to protest.
"Anyone could walk in."
"Don't be so melodramatic," he smirked as he spread Dom's cheeks and blew into his hairy hole.
"Fuck..." was all Dom could say.
Pete went to town, diving his tongue between Dom's plump cheeks. The meaty buttocks were his feast, and he had much greater plans for them...
Until they heard the key in the door.
"FUCK!" Dom said, and this time, Pete didn't disagree.
They quickly dressed themselves, Dom managing to find a bathrobe, both desperate men hoping their breath and general state of sexual flush wouldn't give them away.
"What are you doing here? In my home?" Tina snotted.
"Um...um..." was all Dom could say.
"Giving lessons," Pete sarcastically replied, squeezing Dom's shoulder. "See you at school, Mrs. Reilly."
Tina never said anything, but Dom always suspected she knew the truth. Their marriage never was the same after that.
Due to his sexual harassment of Tina, Pete was soon chased out of town by Tina and Tina's vengeful sister Jacqui, but Dom never quite forgot him. Nor did he forget about the fantasies of his brother...
99
Warren was just about ready to sell the Dog back to the grizzled Scottish ex-copper Jack Osborne. He'd been threatened, insulted, and begged by various members of the Dean family, but the real reason was the place just didn't make any money.
As he looked at a few of them milling around the bar, feeling sorry for themselves as always, his only question was what he might have them do in exchange for getting their bar back.
He squeezed his crotch as a few ideas came into his head...
99
Two of the Dean family were currently in Dublin. And currently fucking like rabbits.
"Always knew you were a tight arse," Jake smirked as he slammed his thick cock into his younger brother's backside.
"Fuck...you..." Craig gritted through his shiny, perfect, large white teeth, currently tearing into a pillow. His cock slid against the white sheet beneath him, shuddering at the sharp slap to his smooth, muscular cheeks.
"Ooh what language. College life has corrupted you, little brother."
Their banter quickly faded to incomprehensible moans and strangled cries as Jake pounded himself more and more roughly into Craig's expert hole. Craig was milking him so well, Jake could only wonder what John Paul had taught him.
"I...I love you Craig...I...FUUUUCK..."
He yanked Craig by the hair, smashing his mouth against his younger brother's as Craig came, the clamping of his hole against Jake's spear causing Jake to erupt soon after.
The back of Craig's head resting against Jake's neck, the exhausted men shared a passionate kiss, Jake's stubble burning Craig's smooth cheek.
They stayed in the bed for as long as they could, touching each other, talking, kissing. They'd never been very close, and only during these moments of complete openness and release did they truly bond.
"I wish you didn't have to go back, Jake."
Jake smiled down at his brother's head heavy on his hairy chest.
"So do I, but some of us have responsibilities."
He kissed Craig's forehead and went to the shower. By the time he got back, Craig had already fixed him some toast for his flight back home.
"Tell everyone I love them."
"Even John Paul?" Jake asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"Just the family, Jake."
Jake saw the flash of pain in his brother's eyes.
"Sorry bro."
Craig pulled Jake into a big hug, squeezing his large backside in his hands.
"Don't worry about it. Have a safe trip."
When Craig closed the door behind him, he thought about what Jake had said.
He hadn't talked to John Paul lately. Pride, heavy schoolwork, and not wanting to have those painful conversations.
He texted John Paul briefly, hoping he'd made the right decision.
999
John Paul didn't notice his text. He had other things on his mind. Other things like a husky-voiced, broad-shouldered hunk of a priest, a priest currently taking his 18 year old cock for all it was worth...
They thought they were alone in the house, but actually, Niall had stopped by to visit Myra, only to see and hear John Paul fucking Kieron's bubble butt for all it was worth, practically breaking the mattress in his bedroom.
He casually snapped a few photos on his cell phone. Giving them to the family would be crude, but...
He saw John Paul's phone on the kitchen table. And then the text.
"Plz cum 2 Dublin. Luv Craig."
Niall smirked and took another look at those photos. He had a lot of friends to visit in Dublin...