yeahstr82gay:Neither of them expected it. As the bride’s younger brother, Mason was checking out th
yeahstr82gay:Neither of them expected it. As the bride’s younger brother, Mason was checking out the younger men at the reception; as the groom’s older brother, Ted was expecting a fun evening of dancing with his wife, toasting his bro, and collapsing into bed with a mild hangover. How they ended up here was a fluke, brought about by Ted walking into the restroom just as Mason was on his cell, complaining to a friend about not finding any cute guys who were gay. Maybe it was the liquor that made him jibe, “I’ll fuck ya.” He’d fucked guys before, in college, on the team. There, of course, it was protected by the bond of brotherhood, here it was riskier. But at 34, Ted was ready for a little risk. Mason looked at him narrowly, testing whether or not this was a joke. Fucking with the sister’s new family—chancy. Maybe it was the liquor in him too: he shrugged. “Sure. We can go to my room.” They’d laughed them, as though it were a joke … but kept their eyes on each other, searching each other’s face. “Yeah?” Ted finally murmured. “Yeah?” Mason murmured back. Yeah. Once naked, Ted was slightly less confident than he was in the bathroom, checking his phone for the time and saying they had to hurry up. “My wife will be wondering.” Mason, in turn was a little less eager. But the fuck was good. Mason wondered if all Anderson men fucked the same, if this was what his sister would be feeling tonight. And then he remembered that this was his brother-in-law’s brother. Same genes. Maybe he could find out the answer to his question by direct experience … . -- source link