Page 1 of Between the Stacks

Cole

There wasa moment of anticipation that knotted my gut the minute Scott started the countdown before we went live. The stream of notifications of those who joined the cam session scrolled up in the chat followed by hearts and stars. We liked the tips that came in and with the twenty percent that the boss lady took off the top, the extra money came in handy. Not that we didn’t make a tidy sum together. We did. More than we needed, but we used the money for a good cause.

Our education.

When our respective parents found out about our relationship, they hadn’t thought twice about kicking us out. My stepmother called it blasphemy. My father blamed my biological mother for being queer because supposedly she let me play with dolls. Not sure that’s how it works, like... How was she responsible for something she had no determining factor over? Besides, she kicked me to the curb when I was ten and never looked back. So, by his gigantic leap of logic, wouldn’t it be his fault I turned out queer?

Not that I believe his reasoning. Just saying.

So, at seventeen years old, Scott and I got shoved out into the night with nothing but a bag of clothes and our high school books. We couch surfed for a few weeks before graduation, always leaving before our friend’s parents woke up so we didn’tsound the alarms. Sure, now that we had a steady income and studied at Mystic College’s Fire Academy (home of the Bighorns) we should have told authorities the truth.

Then again, our parents were radical.

Our calling for help might’ve made the situation worse. From what I’ve heard over the years, they’d gone QAnon crazy. Plus, after an incident at his job, allegedly, my dad lost his job because of his whacked-out ideologies. Thinking back on it, I believed someone, or something, directed us toward the path we were on today. Whoeverit’dbeen, I thanked them every night. They saved Scott’s and my life more times than I could count.

“We’re ready,” Scott said. He’d turned the lights off and set the mood with the LED light strips tacked up around the room. On his way to the bed, he removed his shirt and opened the button of his shorts, tugging them down, teasing me with a glimpse of his Adonis belt that pointed straight to his juicy dick.

Excitement flowed through my veins. It’d been a few days since our “for fun” event. We played nakedMario Kartand anyone who wanted to join the game could. For us, it wasn’t always about the sex. Sure, we fucked all the time, but we also enjoyed tempting and toying with our viewers. Earned us more money, too. Seemed our viewers liked the human connection we could give them along with a pseudo-friendship. Bonus, if the event ended with a hand job or a blow job, neither of us complained.

Today, however, I was horny and so was Scott. I’d been counting down the minutes until we returned to the warehouse since we arrived on campus for classes. I couldn’t remember a time my dick had been in such a fucking bind for this long before. Let me tell you, sitting in those hard-ass chairs through an ICS (Incident Command Systems) lecture was a study in torture. By the time we got to our room, I rubbed one out justto relieve some of the pressure. Don’t worry, we recorded it for some behind the scenes content, exclusive to our members.

Then we coordinated how we wanted this little episode to go. Natural seemed the best bet. That’s what brought the tips and the viewers. Before the end of the week, we’d do something a little raunchier. Our fans had a thing for the naughty taboo.

I hit the spacebar when the countdown got to zero and the light on the camera came on. I groaned as Scott ran his tongue over my nipple and his palm slid across my lower abdomen. “Fuck...”

“They’re watching,” Scott murmured across my flesh.

Sexy_beast84: Damn... starting without us already?

StarKat22: Lucky... Bite him, Scott.

WarioJams: No one looks this fucking good in real life.

Yes, they were. “Hi everyone.” I cut my gaze toward the laptop and arched my back as he bit me, fulfilling StarKat22’s request. I hissed, fisting his hair. “As you can see, Scott’s a little on edge. What do you think? Has he been a good boy, lately? Should I reward him, or do you think he should be rewarding me?”

We didn’t shy away from the stepbrothers moniker. If anything, we played to it. We had role play days where I’d been the ranch owner, and he was the cowboy. He’d been the doctor; I played the male nurse. Firefighter and cop. Stripper and customer. It never mattered who took the reins. Each scene played into the stepbrother taboo, too.

The votes started coming in immediately and it seemed the audience, today, was interested in Scott giving me a blow job. Acocky smirk tugged at my lips. “I was just thinking about how much I love having my brother’s mouth on my dick.”

Scott frowned. “But my dick is feeling neglected too, big bro.” He pushed his hand into the front of his pants and grabbed his cock and balls. “My balls are so heavy. I feel like they’re going to bust.”

A heady thread of lust spread through my body, lighting me up. My dick jerked and a pearl of precum formed at my tip before slipping down the back side toward my sac. “Show me. Us. Show everyone watching how desperate you are to be sucked and fucked.”

The zipper of his shorts was forced open by the pressure of his fist and when he tugged his cock and balls free, the ruddy tip glistened with precum, making my mouth water with anticipation. Scott jerked himself in long steady thrusts, teasing not only me, but everyone who watched the show. Jesus, he was good at this. I’d say better than me, but I wasn’t too shabby either. He let go of his cock and the slap of the heavy flesh against his belly sent a tingle of pleasure down my spine.

PixieKutie: Jesus, I need that cock in my life. Lick him, Daddy.

Son_Preacher_Man99: How many licks does it take to get to Scott’s sweet center, Cole?

I chuckled. “Let’s find out.” I rubbed myself through my jeans and glanced at the screen with a smirk. We had them eating out of the palm of our hands. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, little bro.”

“Thanks, big bro.”

“You can get a replica of our cocks in our store, and next time we can find out together. I love Scott’s decadent ass. The way hewhimpers for me and begs me to let him come. Perfection. Right, Scott?”

Scott moaned my name, nodding his head.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

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