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Subject: Making My Straight Brother a Porn Star (Category: Gay Incest) Making My Straight Brother a Porn StarChapter 1: “I’ll Make You Famous” All my stories: ies SAWYER: As I got on the jam-packed Q train, I immediately had my eyes on an old woman who seemed to be getting up and abandoning her seat. I darted straight for it, elbowing my way past some tourists who weren’t quick enough to claim it. Hey, if they wanted the authentic New York experience, this was it! No mercy during rush hour. I was rewarded for my speediness by the best sight I could hope to get on the subway: a man’s bulge right in my face! And what a sight it was. The guy was clearly freeballing in an old, thinning pair of gray sweatpants, leaving VERY little to the imagination. If I had to guess, he was probably either going to or coming back from basketball practice. I could distinctly make out the head of his dick through the fabric. He was working with at least six inches, soft. As the train started to move, so did his cock, swinging back and forth like a pendulum on a grandfather clock. I sat up right, nearing my nose as close to it as possible without getting my ass whooped. It took all of my self-control to keep myself from putting my hand or my lips on the stranger’s crotch. I felt it calling me, drawing me in like a magnet. I’d always wanted to get it on on the subway. I have, to a certain degree, with my boyfriend, but doing it with a stranger was even more appealing. Alas, after three stops, the object of my admiration left, and I picked up my phone to check what I’d missed on social media during my six-hour shift. Checking Twitter in public was always a risk for me, since my feed was filled with 90% porn. However, everyone next to me right now seemed engrossed by their own phones. I was already half-hard after my face-to-crotch encounter with the basketball player, and I adjusted my bulge discreetly before starting to scroll through my phone. I had a love-hate relationship with social media. I kept complaining about how toxic it is, but I wouldn’t get off it, and the truth is: I craved the validation. I checked my follower count daily, and I felt good whenever I hit a new milestone. Almost all of my followers were gay and queer men, many of them fellow New Yorkers, since that’s how the algorithm worked. Now that I was 27, I no longer gave a fuck what people from high school might think if they stumbled upon near-naked photos of me on Twitter, so I posted as many thirst traps as possible, without getting into actual, full-on porn, like many of the people I followed. “7 loads so far! Who’s next? Hosting all day in Hell’s Kitchen,” said a tweet in my feed, accompanied by a video of a young naked guy pushing out the cum he’d collected today. As I watched it dribble out his asshole and onto the floor, my cock stirred in my pants in envy. I scrolled though a few more similar posts, until it was time to get off the train. I was by now fully hard, and it took some uncomfortable adjusting to hide my boner. The man sitting next to me spotted what I was doing, but I was leaving anyway so I didn’t really care. I walked the few blocks to the apartment, almost breaking into a jog. After what I’d seen, I felt hungry for cum. “Fuck me,” I jumped in my boyfriend’s arms as soon as I was in through the door. We started kissing savagely, making out while walking to our bedroom and bumping into walls. “Wow. Good day at work?” Brock asked, taking my shirt off. “No, horrible. That’s why I need you to fuck it out of my system,” I said, getting down on my knees and pulling down Brock’s shorts. His cock was chubbed up after the passionate make-out session. It wasn’t quite as big as the stranger on the train, but it was nothing to sneeze at. I took it in my mouth, feeling instantly better now that I had a dick inside of me. Brock pulled the rest of his clothes off, getting down to his socks. I stroked his belly with my hands, before sliding them back to his ass and giving his cheeks a firm squeeze. With my nose buried in Brock’s pubes, I got naked as well, keeping my mouth on my boyfriend’s cock all throughout. I felt him getting harder and harder, until his large cockhead was hitting the back of my throat. “Get on the bed,” Brock grunted domineeringly. “Fuck yes,” I jumped at the offer, kneeling on the edge of the bed, poking my ass out. Brock smacked my ass with his boner a few times, hitting my cheeks first and then my pulsing hole. It was a Friday night and some of our neighbors were having a party, but the sound of Brock’s dick smacking my ass was still loud enough to reverberate all over our apartment. Next, he rubbed his cockhead right up against my hole, getting it nice and wet with precum he was oozing. I could taste it with my asshole, making me even hornier. I arched my back as much as possible, eager to finally get fucked. Without bothering with lube, Brock started to slide inside me. “FUCK!” I yelled out loud as I felt his head push past my sphincter. “Yeeees, fuck me,” I moaned while he pushed in deeper before picking up speed. He was just as horny as I was, I could feel it. Sometimes we could fuck for hours, but right now I wanted a load in me as fast as possible. Then, gaziantep escort we could take a break and come back at it later tonight again. For now, I wanted to feel cum flooding my hole, as much of it as I could get. Brock nailed my ass hard for five minutes, when we heard an “Ahem. AHEM!” in our doorway. It was our roommate Hector, trying to get our attention. “Don’t mean to interrupt your passionate love-making,” he smirked, “but I wanted to let you know the moving van will be here at 10 tomorrow morning. So I oughta have all my stuff out by noon.” “Okay. We’ll be up by then,” said Brock, still thrusting back-and-forth inside of me without missing a beat. “We’ll miss you, man.” “I’ll miss you guys too,” Hector said, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Care to leave me a going-away present?” I asked, finding it hard to control my voice while Brock fucked my ass. “Of course,” Hector smiled, pulling out his cock in less than three seconds. We’ll miss him for sure! He’s been a terrific roommate for a couple of years now. Never had a problem with us fucking all over the apartment at all hours. Hector has fucked me a few times as well, but it wasn’t a very common occurrence. Now, he was standing next to Brock, watching my boyfriend drill my ass and patiently awaiting his turn. I turned my head around to see Brock stroking Hector’s dick to full hardness. “Wanna go in?” my boyfriend offered, and slipped out of my ass to let our soon-to-be ex-roommate in. Hector was uncut, which made for a slightly different sensation as he started to fuck me. His precum mixed with Brock’s inside my hole, and about ten minutes later Hector was ready to blow his load. “Argh!” he grunted, and started to shoot a huge load of cum inside my ass, finally filling me up and giving me what I wanted. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and let my boyfriend slide back in. Brock continued to thrust, churning Hector’s cum inside of me, before slapping my ass and announcing “Here it comes!” I felt spurt after spurt of my boyfriend’s cum shoot inside my hole. Brock’s “fucks” and “yeahs” filled the room as he dropped his babies off inside of me. Hector stood by our side, watching the show, until Brock was done cumming and we all started to calm down. “Have you guys had dinner yet?” Hector asked casually. “Not yet. But I think I know what I’ll start with,” said Brock. He squatted and buried his face between my freshly-fucked asscheeks. “Push it out!” came his muffled voice. I pushed out the cum cocktail in my boyfriend’s mouth, and I immediately turned around to give him a kiss. I knew he would preserve the cum in his mouth, so we could pig out and pass it back and forth while making out sloppily. See dick pics from readers of my stories: ies/readers-cock-of-the-week BROCK: We loved living with Hector, but ever since he started working on a new project in Queens he wouldn’t stop complaining about his new commute. Just as he started toying around with the idea of moving someplace closer to work, Sawyer’s brother posted a desperate plea for a place to stay, since he was getting evicted and didn’t have many options on a limited budget. Hector had his eyes on a room with some buddies of his in Queens, so we all decided it was best for him to take it, and for Sawyer’s brother Kurt to move in with us for a while. Kurt was recently divorced, and it was an ugly separation. He kept complaining about the alimony and child-support payments he was obligated to pay, but honestly, I didn’t feel too sorry for him. Growing up, Kurt was the golden boy of their hometown in Upstate New York; a high-school celebrity. Now 34, he still seemed to struggle with the idea that no one gives a shit about that in the real world. He drank a lot, dabbled in recreational drugs, and lost multiple jobs because of it, not to mention his penchant for other women and happy-ending massage parlors. I didn’t fault his ex for leaving him. Still, Kurt wasn’t all bad, otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to have him live with us. In school, he was suspended multiple times for beating up anyone who called Sawyer a fag. He loved his kids and would do anything for them. Whenever he lost a job, he would immediately get another one, whether it was working at a fast-food joint or whatever he could get on short notice. Even though he grew up with some money, he never thought of himself as “above that,” and he didn’t believe in sitting at home and doing nothing all day. On Saturday morning, Sawyer and I helped Hector load his stuff in the moving van. It wasn’t too much, since the furniture all came with the apartment, but it was a bitter feeling to see our buddy go. After he left, we fucked in his bed as a way of paying our respects. On Sunday, Kurt showed up with a moving van of his own. He had even less stuff than Hector. We helped him get settled, which didn’t take too long. After dinner, Kurt said that he’s gonna take a shower, so Sawyer and I went to the living room and cracked open a couple of beers. “Well, cheers to our new roommate,” I said, raising my bottle. “Cheers,” said my boyfriend. “And babe… Thanks for agreeing to this.” “No problem. You know I don’t mind Kurt.” suriyeli escort Truth was, in the almost five years that Sawyer and I were together, I’d only met Kurt a handful of times, but every time I did it had gone well. There was something about him that made you feel comfortable; that charisma that had made him popular in high school still hadn’t waned. Since Sawyer was ignoring me and scrolling through his phone, I focused on the TV. That is, until Kurt came out of the shower and walked into the living room, by which point I couldn’t focus on anything but his bod! Kurt was naked except for a pair of black boxer briefs, water still dripping down his body. I always knew he was in good shape, but I had no idea just how much! Sawyer and I were no strangers to the gym, but even we looked like amateurs next to someone like Kurt. That’s not to say he was all muscle. He had some amount of fat around his waist, but that only made him look manlier and stronger. Unlike most of our gay friends who obsessed over their looks, Kurt probably had no idea just how hot he was. “Any beer for me?” he asked, showing no intention to put any more clothes on for now, which I was more than happy with. “You can have mine, I hate beer,” said Sawyer, eyes still glued to his phone. Kurt took the beer bottle and came to sit next to me on the couch. “Get the fuck off your phone! You’re in company,” he barked at Sawyer, sounding like his father. “Okay, Dad!” my boyfriend rolled his eyes, but he put his phone away. He made himself a gin and tonic and we all drank and talked for a while. We went for a second round of drinks, and then a third, then fourth. This was my most pleasant conversation with Kurt so far, probably because we were all getting tipsy and letting go of our inhibitions. Plus, it didn’t hurt that he was in nothing but his underwear, giving me ample chances to ogle his body from just a couple of feet away. To no one’s surprise, Sawyer went back on his phone after a couple of hours, drawing more complaints from his big brother. “What’re you looking at, anyway?” asked Kurt. “Argh, this guy that I follow. He just bought a Bentley and he’s all over Twitter showing it off. Little fucker, he’s not even 21 yet,” said Sawyer jealously. “Who the fuck do you know that buys a Bentley?” asked Kurt. “I don’t know him personally. But he made six figures on FansOnly last month, so now he’s peacocking around.” “He made six figures on what?” “FansOnly. It’s a site where people post content and you pay to follow them. Vast majority of them post porn.” “And this is all legal?” asked Kurt. “Apparently, since everyone and their grandma’s doing it. Quite literally, in some cases. You’ve never heard of it?” “You know I don’t fuck with social media. And I like women in real life, not on a screen. But you say people make six figures a month on there?!” “SOME people make that,” I chimed in, feeling the need to clarify since Sawyer was misrepresenting the situation. “An incredibly small amount who are very lucky and conventionally good-looking.” “But it’s not just that,” Sawyer protested. “They also work hard, you gotta admit! This guy posts new content every single day. C’mon, you know that shit ain’t easy.” “Hmm. Interesting,” was Kurt’s reaction. “What, you’re interested? Wanna give it a go? Oh my god, we should totally do it,” said Sawyer, giggling in his drunken state. “C’mon, I’ll make you famous. Stand up, let me get a pic for my Twitter.” Sawyer was pulling his older brother’s arm, beckoning him to stand up and flex his muscles. I knew what my boyfriend really wanted was just an excuse to post a pic of his hot brother in his underwear, since Sawyer was always looking to attract more followers. Even though they were brothers, they attracted different demos: Sawyer was an aging twink, and his brother a young daddy-in-the-making. Kurt was a good sport. He knew Sawyer was fooling around, so he got up and started to pose. “Adjust your bulge, fluff up a bit. That’s the real moneymaker,” said Sawyer, making me shake my head and laugh out loud. The two brothers were never shy around each other, but they still never talked about one another’s bulges. It was definitely a sign of one too many gin and tonics. Kurt, who was probably tipsy himself, grabbed his bulge and stuck out his tongue. “Typical straight boy,” I thought, judging by his poses. Still, there was no denying he was hot as fuck. “Should my brother start a FansOnly?” Sawyer narrated as he typed on his phone. “Done! Posted,” he started laughing uncontrollably. “Okay, time for bed! I’m calling it a day,” I said, making my boyfriend come to bed with me. Even though it was late, I also had an ulterior motive: I’d popped a boner while watching Kurt flexing in front of us, and I wanted to dump a load in his little brother. Read the next chapter today: ies/porn-star-brother KURT: “Oh my god!” my brother’s yelp greeted me as I entered the kitchen, still feeling sleepy. It was too early for this shit, especially on a Monday. “I’ve got something to tell you!” “Hold on, I haven’t even taken a piss yet,” I said. My mouth was dry rus escort so I had a glass of water, before going to the bathroom to piss and brush my teeth. I’d woken up with a raging boner like every morning, but it was mostly gone by now. I was still wearing the black boxer briefs from last night and nothing else. Good thing my brother and his boyfriend didn’t mind that I walked around in my underwear; or if they did, they hadn’t complained. I went back to the kitchen, where Sawyer was just bursting to tell me whatever it was. I told him to shut up until I got some coffee. Finally, I sat at the table next to him and Brock. “You’re famous! You’re going viral,” Sawyer exclaimed. “Fuck. Do I need to go to the clinic for that?” “Stop fucking around, you know what I mean. My Twitter is blowing up! Look at that,” he shoved his phone in my face. I was looking at two of the pictures he’d taken last night, one of me flexing my muscles, the other of me cupping my bulge. Apparently he’d posted them online along with the question “Should my brother start a FansOnly?” The post had a ton of likes and retweets, although admittedly, I didn’t know what was considered “a lot” on this app. I scrolled down to a comment section full of comments like “omg yes” and “I’d subscribe!!” “I NEVER get these many likes! And I got a ton of new followers as well. And I didn’t even try to promote the post, I didn’t use any hashtags or anything,” my brother said without taking a breath. “So?” I asked, still sleepy and taking a large sip of coffee. “So I think you should really do it! Seriously, Kurt. People are already saying they’d sign up and you only posted two pics, not even a video, and people always prefer videos. If you actually put some work into it, you could be huge.” “I’m already quite big, thank you very much,” I said, jokingly groping my cock through my underwear and shaking it. “Kurt, stop fucking around, I’m being serious,” Sawyer insisted. “Man, I don’t know the first thing about none of this.” “I’ll teach you! I do. It’s not that hard, I swear.” “If it’s not that hard, why aren’t you doing it?!” “Because… I’ve been posting photos like this of myself for years now, and none of them have drawn as much attention as yours. The internet obviously prefers you,” my brother said, and I could sense some dejection in his voice. “Nah, it’s just luck,” I said dismissively. “Whatever it is, don’t you wanna profit off of it?!” I took another sip of coffee, turning from my overly-excited brother to his more somber boyfriend. “What do you think?” I asked Brock. He seemed much more level-headed when talking about this topic last night. “I think… that even though it’s not as easy to make money off this as Sawyer makes it sound, you also don’t know until you’ve tried it. It definitely won’t be six figures in a month, but it might end up being a good chunk of change if you dedicate yourself to it.” “Dedicate myself to what, what do I even need to do?” “Well, there’s many options,” said Sawyer more calmly, sounding a bit like a teacher. “I would say the bare minimum is to pose naked and jerk off. Then, you interact with your fans and you see what they want, and you strike a balance between what they wanna see and what you feel comfortable doing. You can have sex with women. They’re called collabs with fellow performers, there’s a ton of them, especially here in New York. And then, of course, the biggest money maker is doing stuff with other guys.” I finished my coffee and checked the time. As much as my brother wanted to talk about this right now, I had to get ready for work. The job that I already had, that didn’t require me to get naked. “Where’re you going?” Sawyer asked as he saw me getting up. “I need to go to work. We’ll talk about this tonight.” “Kurt, I think it’s best to act quick. Strike while the iron’s hot.” “Noted,” I said, and pulled my underwear off on my way to the bathroom, in a rush to take a shower. — I was currently working at a large warehouse, stocking shelves. It was another one of my temporary jobs while I was in-between positions. It wasn’t the worst I’ve ever had, but I knew I needed something different. That evening on the bus, I got a text from my ex-wife. “The computer the kids use for school broke. A tech came to see it, said it makes more sense to buy a new one than try to repair it. I’ll need you to chip in for half.” “Fuck,” I swore out loud. I was already running super thin. The main reason why I moved in with my brother was because I didn’t have to pay a deposit, which I couldn’t afford. On the bus, I googled the site Sawyer was pushing me to join. I found quite a few articles about it from well-respected media, which made it feel like a legit business. My kids were too young to be looking at porn, plus their mom watched their devices like a hawk, so I knew there was no chance of them stumbling upon whatever I post online. Anyone else, I didn’t really give a shit about. I couldn’t afford to. “Okay, let’s do it,” I said to Sawyer when I got to the apartment and saw him in the living room. He knew just what I meant and smiled ear-to-ear. “But I’m gonna need your help with this. A lot of help. I have no idea what I’m doing.” “Don’t worry,” he got up and gave me a strong hug. “I’ll be there every step of the way.” Read the next chapter today: ies/porn-star-brother Don’t forget to support Nifty: fty/donate.html

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