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One left, the next one came in.
It was Lochy who managed that, along with setting up their profile on the hook-up apps, organizing who comes and when, making sure everyone's adult, on prep and recently tested, leading them in when they rang. All the boring yet important stuff. Saxon's only job tonight was to lie down in nothing but a jockstrap, spread his legs and take it. And he sure took it.
He loved that moment when they walked in the bedroom, taking a look at him, marveling at how hot he looked sprawled in all his glory on the bed, hole already dilated and wet, eyes begging yet knowing they didn't need to, he was that irresistible. They got closer to the bed, unzipping and lowering their pants, no need to fully take them off, spraying a bit of lube on their length, and started fucking him.
Some were silent, stifling their moans by keeping their lips tightly shut, others would let it all out, grunting and breathing loudly, even dirty talking Saxon as they were fucking his open hole, calling him all kind of names from "bitch" to "fucking pretty whore", from "pig" to "hot bro slut". Always between degradation and admiration, gawking at his muscular body he spent hours sculpting at the gym, while treating it like an expendable cumrag for the night.
One left, the next one came in.
Lochlan would guide the "guests" from the front door to the bedroom then would sit on the side, letting his older brother handle the entertainment. There was a few times where he'd sit in the corner, quiet as a mouse, looking at the strangers' cocks enter Saxon's hole, pumping it full, leaving it leaking. Most of the evening though, he'd prefer kneeling near the bed, his head next to Saxon's, kissing his sweaty forehead and pushing the damp strands of hair away from his eyes and forehead, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as Saxon's whole body shook with each trusts, his insides filled once again.
Some of the guests would give them a look on the occasion. Most were too horny to notice or care about them two, about their resemblances, their complicity, the very unique way they were close, closer than a regular gay couple would be. They never said or asked anything, after all it would sound crazy, right? Their resemblance was just a coincidence... right?
One left, the next one came in.
Saxon didn't pay attention to their doubts, too high on being the center of the world. All these men, walking or driving to their apartment just to fuck him, to shoot the proof of the height of their pleasure deep inside his willing body. He didn't care what they looked like, old or young, ugly or pretty, skinny, fat or hunk. This wasn't about that tonight, this was about him, about everyone wanting him so bad they had no hesitation stuffing their dicks inside his cummy and sloppy hole. About their hands running on his washboard abs and the occasional stroke on his bulge if they were nice. About the look of filth and lust on their face as they stare at his magnificence. A pure narcissistic high if it wasn't for his undying love for his little brother right next to him, Saxon beaming with pride and gratitude as he felt a caring hand petting his hair.
"I feel like I'm on drugs" Saxon muttered as the guy currently fucking him picked up the pace.
Lochlan had a demonic little smile on his seemingly innocent face.
"You're not on drugs Saxon, you are the drugs. And the whole neighborhood's addicted."
Saxon felt his brother's tender lips on the side of his head, he grabbed his Lochy by the back of the neck, making the kiss last longer, keeping him close while his hole was filled with seed once again.
Everything was a blur after that. Many more random guys came and went. Saxon was exhausted, he felt the end drawing near. Soon, Lochlan was leaning against the door frame after escorting the last guy out, eyes lost in the admiration of his brother's state.
"How many loads that was, Loch?" Saxon's voice was low and weak, he barely had the strength to raise his head and look at anywhere but the ceiling above him.
"29." simply answered Lochlan, walking toward the bed, knowing what his brother was about to say.
"Fuck. You gonna help round that number up or what?"
Lochlan had this smile on his face, the big one he'd always have when he was about to make his older brother happy. He pulled down his pants and threw his t-shirt to the side.
"Yeah Sax, I think I can do something." he chuckled, as if he didn't already do it dozens of time since they came back from Thailand.
Saxon watched as his little brother's manhood slap against his own abs as he pulled it out of his boxers, still in awe after all those times. The stereotype about skinny twink's dick size applied really well to Lochlan's dick, and being topped by this shy but devious boy with a monster cock always sent a shiver down his spine.
"You're not putting on lube?"
Lochlan laughed.
"Dude, I think you're way past the need for lube at this point."
He proved it by easily sliding his length deep down Saxon's hole with barely any resistance, just a light shove was enough to be balls deep in his brother's ass, skinny hips bumping against round ass cheeks. He started fucking him, causing Saxon to bite on his lower lip, stifling a succession of moans. Being fucked by Lochlan was so different than with all the others, he knew how to do it right, how to start with a slow and steady pace than speed it up gradually, angling his dick in the best way so it hit the spot every time.
Saxon was close, he could feel it in his head, in his crotch, in the way Lochy looked at him, as if his brother knew him better than he knew himself-and maybe he actually did. The bulge of his jockstrap stirred, pulsing in quick succession as a wet spot formed on the pouch, Saxon's thick cum seeping through the fabric as Lochlan's pounding kept on intensifying, reveling in the way his big bro's hole was pulsing around him, massaging his dick in a way that seemed designed to drive him crazy. Soon, he bucked his hips and cried out, staring deep into Saxon's eyes as he unloaded deep within him, his chest convulsing with each wave of pleasure coursing through his body.
"I fucking love you, baby bro."
Lochlan bent over and kissed Saxon right as he finished saying this, drunk on pleasure, mumbling "I love you too" as his tongue was deep inside Saxon's mouth. He pulled out and knelt in front of his brother's ass, which was still opened and leaking, puffy and stretched-out lips dripping with seed.
"Push out. Push them all out."
Saxon closed his eyes, letting his whole body relax.
There was a time, when he was a much shittier person than he is now, where he would give a weird look to the women in the straight porn videos he watched, wondering why they looked so happy, so proud of themselves after being fucked so hard by so many guys, displaying their wrecked pussy full of cum that Saxon couldn't stop staring at, replaying those parts over and over. How could they not be so embarrassed of being used and being known for that?
He didn't need to ask himself those questions anymore.
He opened his eyes, Lochlan was right above him, chin dripping with the cum he got from his older brother's asshole. His lips got on Saxon's mouth, opening and releasing the mix of cum into him as their tongue swirled together, kissing and tasting the mixture together.
Large hands circled around Lochlan's slim waist, turning the kiss into a hug, the hug into a cuddle. Their movements slowed, Lochy aiming his kisses from his brother's mouth to his chin, kissed his way down his neck then rested his head on his chest, letting out a long exhausted sigh. As they stayed still on top of each other, the air in the room felt colder after a while, prompting Saxon to grab the cover and pull it over the both of them. Silence filled the room, interrupted only by the sounds of their breathing and the occasional peck on each other.