#dude adjusted me on the fucking weird hotel bed bench

[bloomingonionbitch]

(High as Shit! At the Chiropractor)

[xaviermayne]

My Brother's Favorite Toy: Part Two

"Get the fuck out of here," Grayson said, throwing his hand toward the door.

"Dude, I've got a raging bone—"

"I don't fucking care!" Grayson yelled, covering his face with a forearm. "I said get out of my room."

Ethan stood for a moment, shocked that Grayson made him work so hard for him, and then wouldn't at least let Ethan take care of his own need.

Once he got back to his room, Ethan's dick had gotten softer, and he was feeling too deflated to even try and finally knock one out. He thought about how Grayson looked after he came, the look of shame on his face.

Things didn't get much better. The next day, they had breakfast in virtual silence. Ethan finally tried to break the ice when he finished the last scoop of his avocado.

"Bet it took a long time cleaning up last night," he said.

"Ethan!" Grayson snapped. "We're not gonna talk about that, alright?" He glared straight into Ethan's eyes. "Like, ever. Got it?"

Ethan sat stoned-faced. How could they never talk about it? They had just permanently crossed a line as brothers. Before that, the gayest thing they'd ever done together was occasionally watch porn together, but only when they were both horny and exhausted from traveling, jerking themselves under the sheets, each in separate double beds in a hotel room.

It had to be talked about. But Ethan knew his brother. Sometimes Grayson just needed time. Ethan would just have to wait.

Later that morning, they were working out when Ethan suddenly realized he'd made a grave mistake. He still hadn't cum since last night, and Grayson was loading up the weights on the squat rack. Ethan was about to be forced to view his favorite in-person porno play out yet again in front of his eyes, with a level of horniness he didn't think he'd ever experienced before.

To make matters worse, Grayson was wearing a new pair of shorts that Ethan just knew was going to drive him crazy. Short red ones made of this clingy combed cotton, and Ethan swore they were at least a half-size too small.

Ethan tried to look away, but his eyes flicked back to his brother's backside as soon as he heard his brother grunt as he lowered himself down, the heavy barbell held up against Grayson's shoulders with his strong arms. As he bent his knees, Grayson's ass pushed out further and further, until Ethan saw the fabric of the shorts straining to hold in his brother's mighty ass.

Ethan felt like his body had just been tossed in an oven, with prickly heat all over him as he felt his dick swell again too. There was a pang of pain as his balls ached.

He worried he might even be hallucinating when he could've sworn he saw the outline of his brother's hole through his too-thin shorts. The same one he'd fingered last night.

Grayson quickly raised back up, then shrugged the barbell off his shoulders, and the weights slammed to the floor, quaking their gym. Ethan was shocked. "Gray, are you okay?" Ethan asked. "That could've gone straight through the floor, bro." Grayson turned around, glaring at this brother.

"Are you okay, Ethan?" Grayson asked in a mocking tone. Then he pointed below Ethan. Ethan looked down and saw what looked like— yep, that was his precum on the floor. He'd been so entranced that he hadn't realized his growing dick had snaked its way through his boxer briefs, the head drizzling precum as it rested between his thigh and shorts.

"Oh, fuck," Ethan murmured.

"You're fucking disgusting, Ethan," Grayson said. Ethan could see the repulsion in his brother's eyes. A vein on Grayson's neck had popped out, and Grayson walked toward Ethan, his muscles juiced up from the set. For a moment, Ethan was legitimately scared of what Grayson was about to do. "We're brothers, Ethan. It's not just gay, it's incest. That fucking illegal. And even if it weren't, like that's just fucking weird, bro. I'm working out and you're literally cumming on the floor, which I hope you're gonna clean up by—"

The adrenaline pumping through Ethan gave him a sudden burst of confidence. "Bro, shut up, you're literally the one who made me fingerbang you last night."

Grayson grimaced at "fingerbang". "You're the one who broke my fucking dildo, bro!" Grayson screamed at Ethan, leaning in his reddening face until Ethan could feel flecks of spit hit his cheeks. "You used something that'd been up my ass, Ethan! You're a fucking freak!"

Ethan was actually trembling now, although he was trying his best to hide it. The brothers had promised to never punch each other, but with all the blood and testosterone flowing through Grayson right now after his workout, Ethan really couldn't be sure.

Suddenly, Grayson pivoted and walked over to one of their weight benches. For a split second, Ethan thought maybe Grayson would just continue with his workout to get out his aggression out. But then, to Ethan's surprise, Grayson pulled down his shorts and underwear. Ethan stood in stunned silence, his mouth agape, as Grayson stepped out of them and laid face-down on the wide, black leather bench. Grayson pushed back his dick and balls so he could lay entirely flat, and then let his legs dangle off the sides. He turned his face away from Ethan.

"W-what are you doing?" Ethan stammered quietly.

"You're gonna fuck me," Grayson said, his voice echoing around the gym. "If you're such a freak and want to fuck your brother, let's just do it and get it over with. Then you can finally be fucking satisfied and we can never talk about this again."

Confused and suspicious, Ethan walked slowly over to Grayson. He wanted to ask more questions, but the sight of his brother's plump buns stupefied him once again, with his cock quickly pulsing back up to full wood. Meekly, Ethan squatted down to part his brother's cheeks. When he did, he was intoxicated by both the sight of that tight pink hole, now in the daylight, and the special brand of sweaty musk that Ethan could smell from his brother's exposed crack.

"Two rules: go slow, and don't cum inside me or I'll rip your fucking dick off."

"Kay," said Ethan. Ethan hocked and spat a loogie on his brother's hole, then began fingering him just like last night. This time, Grayson stayed completely silent. But Ethan knew he was doing good work when he found his brother's spot, and Grayson's dick, pinned back against the leather, started to grow.

For always looking so tight, Ethan was surprised how quickly Grayson was opening up. He figured last night probably helped stretch him. But Grayson's hole didn't even twitch once, which made Ethan think his brother wanted it a little more than he let on.

When Ethan finally got a third finger in, and Grayson's dick was throbbing, a bead of precum glistening in his slit, Ethan pulled down his shorts and underwear, kicking them off. His dick swung round, he didn't think he'd even been harder. He spit twice in his hand and then palmed his dick, making sure every inch was glistening.

Ethan had to smirk when he finally felt the tip of his head press against his brother's warm entrance. He pushed, and his smirk spread into a wide, silly grin when he saw the full tip disappear inside Grayson's muscular ass. But that was the easy part.

The twins both had what they referred to as torpedo-shaped dicks. Rather small heads, but the shaft quickly flared out to their full widths, then sloping back down to normal once you got to the base. So Ethan knew the hardest part was yet to come.

He pushed gently, and surprisingly Grayson didn't seem to mind. In fact, he could've swore he saw Grayson's dick throb hard a couple times right after. When he started really pushing in, though, is when Grayson started to groan with discomfort. Ethan stopped, letting his brother's already-stretched ring adjust to his girthy cock.

When he was sure Grayson must be ready again, he started squeezing in further. Grayson's groan quickly shot up to a yell. "Ahh, fuck! Go slow, what did I fucking say?" Grayson yelled.

"I am going slow!" Ethan shouted, though he knew that wasn't true. He was so impatient to pound away. Then he leaned his head forward and let another mouthful of spit drop onto where Grayson's hole was puckered around his pulsing dick. Then, after a few more moments, slid more in.

Grayson groaned dramatically, slamming a fist into the bench, but the extra spit seemed to help, as Ethan was able to squeeze in the full width with little protestation from the coiffed-haired cutie.

Ethan pulled out a bit carefully, then pushed back in. Grayson stayed silent.

"You're taking this like a champ," Ethan said.

"Shut the fuck up," Grayson said through gritted teeth.

With his next pump, Ethan went a little bit further. Suddenly, he saw Grayson's expression seem to light up in the mirror facing the bench. That's the spot, Ethan thought, remembering a similar expression on his brother's face last night. He pulled out and in again, and he could've sworn he heard a tiny moan croak out of his brother's throat.

Newly confident, and desperate to get his full dick in, Ethan dared to go a bit deeper. Yep, that was a moan, Ethan thought, as Grayson slapped a hand against his own mouth, then buried his face in the bench. Ethan began building a rhythm, plunging his big dick in and out of his little brother. Not his entire length, though, since Ethan wasn't sure how deep you could even go in a guy's ass, and he didn't want to push his luck, as he could hear Grayson's muffled moans and knew his bottoming bro was enjoying that big torpedo middle pressing against his p-spot.

Pumping away, Ethan suddenly felt that tingle behind his balls, and he had to stop mid-thrust. Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, Ethan thought frantically. He remembered the one thing that always helped him not prematurely ejaculate.

Womp womp womp, Ethan sang in his head. Yeah-ee-ah-ee yeahh! It was the old James Charles meme. Womp womp womp! The vision of James's ghostly face attempting to sing worked once more. The need to cum passed.

Pulling back before another thrust, Ethan looked down and saw the lips of his brother's ass pussy puckered around his cock. He was stretching Grayson out so much, it was like Gray's ass was trying to suck his cock whenever he pulled out some.

He pushed back into Grayson's warm, wet, velvety ass, and then continued to pump. At one point he repositioned his foot, causing his dick to tilt down a bit more, and then Ethan could've sworn he started hearing his brother utter little high-pitched "uhhhn" sounds with every pound. Encouraged, Ethan tilted his hips down a little bit more, to where his iron missile was pile-driving nearly straight down into Grayson's ass. In the mirror, Ethan saw Grayson's handsome head suddenly shoot up from being buried in the bench. Grayson's eyes were rolling back into his head.

Ethan kept his rhythm. Looking down, he saw Grayson's ring suddenly clamp down a bit on Ethan's dick. Ethan grunted from how good that felt, then Grayson's ass widened back out. Then Ethan saw Grayson's balls pull up a bit, and Grayson's bulbous prostate, bulging out between his hole and his balls, pulsed hard, almost seeming to squeeze.

Suddenly, a hot white load of cum rocketed out of Grayson's red, rock hard dick. It shot between Ethan's thrusting legs and Ethan heard it splatter behind them, all over the chest fly machine. With another pile-drive, Ethan watched Grayson's prostate squeeze hard again, and a split second later another big load shot out.

Holy shit, Ethan thought. I'm milking him with my fucking dick.

Piledrive after piledrive, Grayson's cock blasted load after load. Clearly his balls had managed to restock overnight. Obsessed with the control over his brother's pleasure, Ethan couldn't help himself from keep going. And though the bulb of Grayson's prostate kept pulsing each time, the loads eventually got smaller and smaller, until it seemed as if Grayson was stilling cumming, but had actually run out of cum. His dick would still quiver as if it were shooting, but it was just blanks.

God, I milked him completely dry. Suddenly something primal kicked into Ethan. He looked up at his brother with his eyes still rolling back, his mouth agape. Ethan felt that warm tingle, but even the meme couldn't help him now. He was in animalistic breeding mode now. With a loud growl, Ethan felt his aching balls seize, and he finally pounded his giant saved-up load inside his brother's ass. Something inside Ethan made him want to breed his seed, as far deep as he could. He heard Grayson grunt in pain as Ethan forced the last inch of his dick in, and sprayed a couple more shots inside.

Breathless, the intense warmth of the orgasm slowly cooled out of Ethan's body. He collapsed on top of Grayson, his dick still balls-deep. Ethan's ballsack loosened and drooped on top of his brother's, which flanked Grayson's softening dick.

Ethan smirked to himself, thinking, Now it's really gay, because our balls touched.

"Ummm Ethan?" Grayson asked, his voice strained.

"Yeah, Gray?" Ethan replied, expecting him to say something like, Get the fuck off me.

Instead, Grayson lifted his head, his brow furrowed, and demanded, "You didn't just shoot YOUR FUCKING LOAD IN ME, DID YOU?!"

Ethan gulped.

[scream-tears]

The Royal Invitation - Part 10

Aerowyn Matilde George Rothchester might seem like a very long name, but it definitely is not for a royal in the Kingdom of Dalewin.

After her grandfather, the beloved king, passed away, Aerowyn (also known as Winny) is called back from her art school in New York. She’s thrown back into her royal duties, expected to know what to do.

But with the Royal advisor on tour with the new king, Winny is left to figure things out with his stepson. The only problem, he has no idea what he’s doing, after all he’s only the lead singer in a band.

Co-written story with @aweirdkindofyellow

Alex’s POV:

I grabbed our suitcases from the baggage claim, catching up to Aerowyn who was already rushing for the door. It seemed I had greatly underestimated how happy she was to be back in the states. The last few weeks had left a huge strain on her both physically as well as mentally, so the break was exactly what she needed. That much was obvious.

Within seconds of exiting the airport, we were engulfed by the sweltering air that was Miami. For the first time in weeks I had the chance to wear casual clothes rather than my usual of trousers and a blazer, so I was satisfied by the lack of clothing consuming me. Anything but shorts and a t-shirt was asking for trouble.

I stared after Aerowyn as she skipped through the bustling crowd, smirking slightly as my eyes landed on her shoes. They were fucking awesome to say the least. They were emerald green Converse with a white base, but that wasn't what caught my eye. Upon the fabric sat daisies after daisies, each hand painted as delicately as the rest. With their colours ranging from yellow to white, it was pretty hard to miss the prodigious meadow she had created.

Suddenly her feet stopped in their tracks, and my gaze soon found their way back to her face. She followed my eyes down to her feet, forming a small 'o' with her lips before shrugging it off and falling down onto the bench beside her. I took a seat, placing out suitcases down as I turned to Aerowyn who was already staring back at me.

"We should probably go over the plan," she stated matter-of-factly. I nodded, adjusting my position so I could fade her comfortably. "Okay, what's my name?"

"Matilde." I responded almost instantly. It was like I hadn't spent the last few days having it hammered into me. Notice the sarcasm?

"And how did we meet?" 

"You work for the royal family, we met whilst I was helping Garry."

"Sounds good," she stated, clearly satisfied with our plan. It was simple, really. As long as we kept it casual and I remembered to call her Matilde, we'd be safe. "So where are we meeting the rest of your band?"

"Well, the first gig isn't until tomorrow, so we're staying in a hotel tonight." I explained, to which she nodded along, taking in everything I said. "We'll be moving to the tour bus by tomorrow evening though."

"Cool," she smiled brightly, "I've never actually been on a tour like this, so I'm actually excited."

"Speaking of which, I got you something." I grabbed my suitcase pulling it up onto the bench beside me, quickly unzipping the front pocket and pulling out the small, badly wrapped present. Aerowyn eyed me suspiciously, but took it all the same.

"You got me a camera?" She asked, inspecting the silver box in her hand.

"Yeah, I figured the next best thing to painting would be taking pictures. It's not a professional one, but I figured you'd want something a little better than a phone to record the experience with."

She stared back at me, her eyes widened by my words. I couldn't pinpoint whether it was a good thing, or a bad thing, but then she threw her arms around my neck.

"Thank you!" She gushed, pulling back from the hug. "I love it."

"Good, I'm glad."

She leaned past me, grabbing her suitcase before jumping up with just as much energy as she had before. I chuckled lightly, grabbing my own suitcase before following after her.

Something about Aerowyn having lived in New York for a few years made her an expert at hollering a cab, so it didn't take too long for us to be on our way. I gave the driver the address the guys had sent me, and we were soon on our way to the hotel. It wasn't exactly high-end, as far as a princess was concerned, but it was good enough for tonight. If anything it would be the comfiest bed we'd get until we returned to Dalewin.

Most of the cab ride was silent. Aerowyn was staring out of the window, taking in the sights and snapping pictures where and when she could, whilst I was texting the boys to make sure all the plans were still in check. From what it seemed, they were all eager to meet my new work associate. It wasn't necessarily a lie – we did work together, after all. They just weren't going to find out the full truth. Well, hopefully.

I paid the driver the designated amount of cash, thanking him for the lift before following Aerowyn out of the car. She had already grabbed our suitcases by the time I had shut the door, placing mine beside me before skipping off inside. I followed after her, checking the room numbers on my phone as I did.

One corridor and a lift ride later, we were standing outside room 4D, reaching up to knock on the door. Before my knuckles even had a chance to graze the hard wood, it swung open.

"I wanted to scare you in the corridor," Jack moaned, pouting at me from the doorway. His eyes immediately flickered to Aerowyn and he stared at her, mouth widened. 

"Well you sure did, now move." I pushed past him, dropping my case against the wall before, to Zack's surprise, throwing myself down on the bed. Rian was sat on the large chaise beneath the window, only just noticing my arrival as well.

"Umm.. hi.." Aerowyn's voice muttered from the doorway, still being restrained by Jack and his inane need for staring at pretty girls. I rolled my eyes, pushing myself off the bed before making my way over to the pair. 

"Do you mind?" I asked, leaning against the wall beside Jack who was still staring at Aerowyn, just as gobsmacked as before.

"Not at all." He uttered, sparing a second to glance at me before returning to gape at Aerowyn.

"Dude."

"Fine, Alex. I'll leave your girlfriend alone." Jack retorted bitterly.

"No, I'm actually-" Aerowyn started, only to be cut off by Jack walking away. She turned back to me, eyebrows raised.

"I did warn you." I added, knowing fine well that I spent most of the flight going into detail about how weird these guys were.

She shrugged it off, stepping into the room now that the doorway wasn't being blocked by some horny skunk-haired five-year-old. I closed the door once she was inside, leading her into the main area where the guys were having a conversation of their own, most probably about something stupid judging from Jack's face.

"Guys," I spoke, to which they all turned their heads in my direction, only looking at Aerowyn, rather than me. "This is Matilde. Matilde, this is Jack, Zack and Rian." I pointed to the three of them as I said their names, to which they smiled and said their greetings to Aerowyn–or should I say Matilde now?

"It's nice to meet you all. I'm so excited to see you guys play," she gushed, smiling brightly at the three boys.

"We're excited to play for you," Rian countered, standing up from the chaise before moving to the bed. I followed suit, taking his previous seat before pulling Aerowyn down beside me.

"The real question here is which of our roles is her favourite." Jack added, nodding matter-of-factly.

"The guitarist," Aerowyn replied almost instantly, smirking at Jack, "obviously."

"Of course," he stated, stretching his arms in order to flex his paucity of muscles. I rolled my eyes, leaning back into the chaise.

"Anyway," Rian interrupted to Jack's disappointment. "What exactly do you do for the royal family?" 

Aerowyn shifted uncomfortably beside me, but answered all the same. "I work on the grounds with the horses, mainly. I met Alex when he was sorting out the arrangements for the princess’ lessons.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t find him just nosing around,” Zack chuckled.

Rian nodded in agreement, “yeah, Alex over there is obsessed with horses.”

“I’m going to have to force him out on a ride when we’re back in Dalewin then,” she stated, sparing a rather ambiguous glance at me before turning back to the boys. “Do you guys ride much?”

“I mean, it depends what type of ride you’re talking about,” Jack winked, to which Aerowyn giggled softly, staring down at her hands. I held back the temptation to snort at his bad joke, instead turning my attention to Zack who perked up again.

“We don’t ride horses like Alex,” Zack stated, completely ignoring Jack's previous statement. "We tend to have our own hobbies while we're apart."

“That's expected. You obviously don't want Alex biting your ear off every second of the day," she smirked, sparing a quick glance at me before chuckling at my faux-hurt expression.

"I'll have you know that I'm quite an astute person," I insisted, sitting up from my slouched position. "I only speak words of wisdom."

"You can't even pronounce my name," she retorted, giggling at her own inside-joke. "So I'd love to hear some words of wisdom."

"Hey, no, that was one time. You do not get to hold that against me," I argued, watching her expression closely. She held my gaze, attempting to keep her face serious beneath my stare, but also failing miserably. 

"Um, sorry to interrupt whatever you've got going on here, but didn't you say your name is Matilde?" Rian interrupted, his eyebrows arching in confusion.

"Matilde, yes." Aerowyn replied, turning back to the boys with an ardent grin.

"Dude, you can't say Matilde?" Jack butted in, staring at me in disbelief.

"Of course I can say Matilde, see? Matilde, Matilde, Matilde," I insisted, knowing fine well that Aerowyn was soaking it all up. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to take Matilde to her room."

"I'll see you all later," Aerowyn added before rushing out of the room after me. I had already taken the key from Rian so all I needed to do was find her room.

"Just your information, not being able to say your name was a one time slip up." I stated, glancing at Aerowyn. 

She bit on her, attempting to withhold her laughter. It was pretty obvious that she was less stressed than what she had been back in Dalewin, so I was satisfied for the time being. I was just thankful for her smile.

"You know they're never going to let me live this down." I added, fumbling with the key in the door before pushing it open to reveal her room.

"Oh, I know." She smirked, taking the key from me as she sauntered into the room. The door closed behind her and I was left, alone, in the corridor. I don't know what it was, but I had a feeling that this tour was going to be the best one yet.