The Fallen Legacy

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

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I stared out the window, watching the unfamiliar city rise up to meet the wheels of the plane I’d just flown in on to visit my big brother. I was distantly aware of a flight attendant giving information in the background, but this wasn’t my first time flying. Just my first time flying here. I could feel myself grinning, but there was nothing to do about it. I was just so dang happy to be visiting my big brother Matt at his university. Matt had been my hero for as long as I could remember, and when he got a scholarship to a big university, I was even more impressed with him.

Then he’d gotten into the frat he wanted, and he told me that—because I was his brother—I would be able to get in, too, automatically. I’d graduated from high school the previous fall, but I was taking a gap year—like Matt had—but his frat brothers had said I could stay with Matt while I visited. Everything seemed to pass in a blur, anticipation overwhelming me, and then I was standing on the porch of the large, three story house that was my brother’s address.

Grinning, practically bouncing with excitement, I rang the bell.

“Yes?” A deep voice rumbled as the door parted to reveal a muscular chest, stiff pink nipples surrounded by a sweaty mass of chest hair. I gasped and pulled my eyes up, meeting the amused expression of the guy standing there in nothing but a loose pair of basketball shorts.

“Oh, uh, hi,” I said, still of balance. “Does, uh, does Matt Croft live here?”

“Holy shit, you must be Lindsey!” The beast of a man said, grinning at me. “Matt’s told us all about you, come on in, bro!” I stepped through, and he closed the door behind me. I turned to face him, and he wrapped his thick arms around me in a hug that pressed my face against the curly, damp mass of his chest hairs.

I felt them tickling my lips, sending a salty burst across my tongue as sweat slipped past my surprised lips. At the same time, I was slammed with the smell of his sweat. It was clean, as if he had been working out after a shower, and I gasped, unintentionally tasting more of his sweat as I felt my cock start to go stiff in my jeans. He let go, and I was grateful that I was too short for my erection to poke him during the hug.

“I’m Neil,” he said, taking my bag from me and tossing it to the side. “Come in, come in! This way,” he waved me forward.

“Oh, you're Neil!” I said, blushing at how stupid that sounded. Of course he was Neil, he’d just said so. “You gave Matt those workout tracks he shared with me!”

“Sure did, buddy,” he said, resting a hand on my shoulder as we walked into the living room. “You give ‘em a go?”

“Yeah, I listen to them every day now, when I’m jogging.”

“Nice, bro. This is Marco,” he said, waving to a guy on the couch. Marco looked up at us as Neil spoke. “Marco, this is Lindsey.”

“Matt’s Lindsey?” He asked, eyebrow raising.

“Uh, yeah,” I said. “Matt really told you guys about me?” I knew my big brother loved me, of course, but I didn’t expect him to tell his frat brothers too much about me.

“Yeah, buddy!” He agreed. “Matty is everyone’s favorite, so of course we wanted to know all about you. Sit down, man,” he patted the seat next to him. Neil steered me over and into the middle seat, taking a seat on the other side of me from Marco.

“Oh, shit, I need a beer. You want one, Linds?” He asked familiarly, using the same name that Matt did for me—though he’d never let anyone get away with calling him Matty before.

“Yeah, sure, I’d love one,” I agreed, and he got up and rushed through a door on the other side of the room. Marco and I sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence as he clicked through channels slowly, giving each a little bit before moving on to the next.

“Here you go,” Neil pressed a red, plastic cup into my hands, passing a blue one to Marco and keeping a green for himself. “Cheers!” We all banged our glasses together and took a sip, Marco still flipping channels.

“Wow,” I said, staring at the cup in surprise. “That’s really good.” I lifted it again, taking a few deep gulps.

“Well what did you think I was going to give you, a cup of piss?” Neil guffawed, drinking his own beer as he chuckled. I laughed along with him and kept drinking my own. Part of me thought I should keep talking, or maybe go find Matt, but the beer already had me buzzing pleasantly, and it was relaxing just sitting there between them as Marco kept flipping channels.

“Haha, whoa,” Neil giggled as the air filled with the sounds of deep grunting over feminine moaning, and the screen filled with a fit guy drilling his thick dick into the woman whose legs he was crouched between. “Aww, yeah, keep it on!” He laughed, draining the rest of his beer. I looked over at Marco to see him draining the last of his, so I went ahead and finished mine, noticing both guys rest their hands on their laps from the corner of my eyes.

“You mind some porn, Lindsey?” Marco asked, and when I looked over at him to answer, he was openly rubbing the bulge swelling across his thigh as he watched the screen.

“N-no,” I said, wincing as I stammered. “It’s fine.” The weight of Neil’s arm settled across my shoulders—so warm and heavy, resting on me… It felt good. I looked over at him to see that he was absently lowering his zipper, staring at the screen in rapt focus. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his crotch… Was he really going to… With me sitting right here? I gasped as his cock popped free, flipping up to slap his furry abs.

“I know, right! She’s my favorite porn star,” he said, tilting his head my way but not looking away from the screen. He wrapped his fingers around his erection and stroked once, twice, three times before I pulled my eyes away, looking over at Marco. I gasped again, watching as he lazily stroked his erection. I couldn’t tell if he’d used spit, or maybe just had a lot of precum, but his cock was wet and glistening, wet smacking sounds accompanying his stroking.

And I moaned.

“Yeah, that’s it! It’s just us guys here, get into it, bro!” Neil encouraged me. With trembling fingers, I reached down to let my own cock free, still hard from Neil’s hug by the door. Harder now. It sprang free, and I wrapped my fingers around it and started to stroke, keeping my head aimed toward the screen and letting my eyes dart back and forth between their erections, noticing the differences in how they stroked themselves.

“So, you really look up to your brother, huh?” Marco asked, drawing a confused moan from me as the pleasure mixed with thoughts of my brother.

“Y-yeah,” I gasped, still stroking, keeping my eyes pointed at the screen in case he looked over at me.

“I bet you want to be just like him, huh?” Neil asked breathily.

“Yeah,” I agreed, “I, unh, I do!” I confessed.

“I’m glad to hear that, man, that means you’re a good fit for our frat,” he said, lazily stroking his erection as a bead of precum formed on the tip. I watched his fingers spear the precum down his shaft—a single slick streak along it’s length, another bead of precum quickly gathering in it’s wake.

I stared in awe, openly, as he clearly let go. I could hear Marco panting and moaning from my other side, couldn’t look away as Neil’s cock got wetter, and wetter until cum sprayed from the tip, flying up into the air to rain back down, a little splashing onto my shirt. Marco started moaning, and I could tell that he was going to cum, too. I looked over at him right as his cock exploded, and his frantic, uninhibited stroking accidently put his cock at just the wrong angle, and cum sprayed across my shirt, across my jeans… Even across my open tongue as I stared dumbly forward in unseeing ecstasy. I kept lazily stroking, watching the final spurts fall just short of my arm, and then my hand was pulled away from my own erection.

“Out of time—quick one’s gotta be quick, buddy. Let’s go see your brother,” Neil stood up.

“Oh, sorry about that, buddy,” Marco said, noticing that he’d cum on me for the first time. “Shit, let’s get that washed.” He tugged my shirt off over my head, and no sooner had I stood up then he had my jeans down around my ankles, telling me to step free. I stood there in just my underwear, embarrassingly aware of the wet spot and my erection tenting them.

I was buzzing hard as Neil guided me up the stairs, his strong hand against my back steadying me as I stumbled. I could hear more moaning from upstairs. Was someone else watching porn, too?

“We’re so happy you came, and so excited that you want to be like your brother. We want you to be just like him, we’re so excited…” He kept going on, steering me down a hallway and through a cracked door.

“Oh, sorry!” I gasped. “I didn’t… I…” I stared in shock at the two men on the bed, one on all fours, the other croched behind him with his cock stuffed into the firsts asshole. They both turned to face me, and my world crumbled.

The guy on top was grinning at me, clearly not worried about being walked in on, and the guy on bottom was staring at me in shock.

“MATT!” I yelled in shock and confusion, staring at my brother as he crouched on the bed with a cock up his ass. As Matt and I locked eyes, the guy on top of him resumed his fucking.

“AWWWWWW, LIIIIIIINDSSSSEEEEYYYYY!” He cried out, his erection bouncing up rigid between his legs to spray the sheets below him with cum. I was vaguely aware of Neil talking to me, but I was too focused on my brother’s compromising situation.

“Hey, FAGGOT!” The guy fucking him said angrily, slapping the back of his head and driving another moan from his lungs. “No messes, this is your last warning.”

Faggot?

Faggot!

“… relax, just let yourself be like your brother, it’ll feel good…” Neil droned on behind me, but I couldn’t pay attention. I was still too shocked by what I was seeing. Matt, my big brother who I idolized my entire life had just cum while getting fucked.

I want to be like Matt.

My big brother, my hero, with a cock in his ass.

I want to be like Matt.

My big brother, his cock still hard, still dripping cum onto the sheets.

I want to be like Matt.

My big brother, moaning like a whore, shoving his ass back onto…

I want to be like Matt.

That guy’s cock… It’s so thick… It’s stretching him open…

I want to be like Matt!

Sliding in, and out, in, and out, each thrust longer than my own cock…

I want to be like Matt!

Every thrust longer than Matt’s cock.

I felt hands on my sides, sending shivers racing through my flesh, and then fingers hooked in my underwear and started to lower them. I gasped in panic and instinctively clutched at my underwear, desperate to keep them from faling.

Matt would see!

He’d see I was hard!

Hard like… Like he was… With that big dick sliding in, and out, and in, and out…

I want to be like Matt!

“Come on, Lindsey, don’t you want to be like your big brother?” Neil cooed in my ear. “Just let go.” The strength melted out of my fingers, and Neil slid my underwear slowly down my legs, lifting my feet to make me step free before tossing them onto the bed in front of Matt. “Hey Matty, why don’t you sniff on your little brother’s underwear while he watches you get fucked?” I stared in shock as Matt reached out with trembling fingers and grabbed my underwear, distantly aware of a spitting sound behind me. Arm shaking, Matt lifted my underwear and pressed it against his face, moaning as he took a deep breath.

“Ah!” I gasped as wet fingers slid down the crack of my ass and started rubbing my hole, teasing, swirling. My cock was still hard, like Matt’s, and every time he took a moaning breath through my underwear, I watched his cock jerk and felt my own to the same.

“Shhhh, reeeelax,” Neil urged, pressing against my slick hole harder, pushing into it, stretching it wider and wider.

“Ahh!” I cried out again, realizing that Matt’s frat brother was sliding his cock into my ass. Matt’s eyes met mine for a moment, and then rolled up into his head as he took another breath.

Fuck.

Matt looked like he was enjoying getting fucked, and like he was enjoying sniffing my underwear… Would I like sniffing his?

“Ohhhhhhhhh, nooo, it’s so biiiig!” I cried out, making both Neil and the guy fucking Matt burst into laughter as Neils cock kept coming, and coming, and coming, until I felt him press his body against mine from behind.

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed rocking his hips back and sliding out, keeping his arms wrapped around my chest. He paused for a couple of quick heartbeats and then slammed back into me.

“Ahhhhhnnnnn!” I cried out in confusion, my eyes crossing. It was so intense, even painful… But it felt good, too. He did it again. “Ohhhnnngggg,” I squealed. He kept going, seeming to repeat the actions that made me cry out the loudest until I lost control, and the air between Matt and me filled with ropes of cum.

“Hey!” Neil barked at me, slapping me on the back of the head like the other guy had Matt. “Matty, tell your little bro here what will happen if he doesn’t stop making messes.” Matt was looking at me, my underwear on the bed in front of him as he watched me finish cumming.

“Unh, don’t cum, Linds,” he gasped as the guy fucking him started thrusting even harder. “They’ll, unh, lock it, unh, up. Don’t, ah!” He gasped, his eyes going wide in panic. “Don’t cum! Don’t cum! Don’t c-c-cuuuuuuummmmmmmmm!”

“That’s it, faggot,” the guy fucking Matt snapped, pulling out of him and leaving him cumming on the bed. “Looks like this is going to be a game of show, not tell.” Neil laughed and slowed down until he was sliding in and out of me in unhurried, lazy strokes. I watched as the guy fucking my brother pulled something out of a drawer and walked back over to Matt, who was regaining his composure, his cheeks flushed, looking somehow excited and nervous at the same time. The guy handed him some bits of metal, and I watched as my brother fastened them around his dick, wincing as he thumped his cock to fit it inside the thing. Ginning, the guy standing over him handed him a key. He fiddled, and when he took his hands away to give the key back, I saw it.

Metal bars, wrapped around his cock—no bigger than it would be flaccid, and it was already straining against the bars. Matt looked up at the guy who had been fucking him, his expression hungry.

“Please, fuck me,” my brother said, flicking his eyes in my direction when I gasped. Grinning down at my brother, the guy lifted the key and held one end in each hand.

“Not yet,” he said as he bent the key in half before tossing it into a trashcan.

“Ohhhh, god,” Matt moaned. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

“Just one last step,” the guy said, handing Matt what looked like a little tube of glue. “Squeeze that in, and then I’ll squeeze in.” Groaning, Matt unscrewed the little tube and pressed the tip against the keyhole the ruined key had fit into, and then he squeezed.

Neil and the other guy cheered him on until a grinning, drooling Matt was back on all fours, waving his ass back at the other guy.

“Such a faggot,” the guy said, moving back into position and driving his cock back in without any ceremony.

“Unh!” Matt gasped, and the guy started picking up the pace. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!”

“Unh!” I heard louder, from closer, at the same time I felt Neil slam his entire cock into me at once, like the guy was doing to Matt. “Unh! Unh! Unh!” My moans mingled with Matt’s, making the two grunting frat boys fucking us grinding

“You a virgin, Lindsey?” Neil growled in my ear.

“Unh! Unh. Wuh… What?” I asked, confused.

“Ever had cum up your ass?” He asked.

“Cum! Unh, My ass? No, I, Unh! Unh! Unh!”

“Watch me take your little bro’s cherry, Matty,” Neil ordered, but he needen’t have; Matt was already looking at me, his eyes glazed over, a blissed out grin on his face. “I’m going to cum in your ass, Lindsey, yeah, I’m going to fucking cum!”

“Me too!” The other guy cried out, slamming himself against Matt and moaning wildly, and then I felt it.

Warmth.

Heat.

Burning.

Spreading.

So… So good!

Too good! It was too good!

“Ohhhhhnoooooo, ahhhhhooohhhhhhhhhh,” I started squealing, cumming again as my guts were pumped full.

“Okay, faggot, that’s it,” Neil panted into my ear. “Looks like you're ready to be even more like your brother.”

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