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My older brother Mike had a good job on Wall Street, so it was natural that when I graduated college and moved into the city, I’d become his roommate. 

Amazingly it wasn’t until then, that first week in New York, that I realized that Mike liked guys. As in, he had a regular parade of hot men in and out of the apartment. He’d bang them and send them out the door by morning. At first I felt a little uncomfortable but then realized it was because I’d been having gay thoughts lately. A lot of them. I confessed them to Mike one night. 

"You dog!" he teased, punching my playfully in the arm. "And here I thought I was the only one." Then he paused and got a little serious. "You ever done it, Eric?"

I shook my head. “Nope. I’m still a virgin that way.”

Mike thought about it a sec, then slapped my knee. “I know just the thing. Mitch Harding. The fucker gives the best head of any guy I know.”

I didn’t even have to give my assent. It was a given that my brother was going to set me up on a blowjob date with his fuck buddy. The next night Mitch showed up after work. I don’t know what I was expecting but Mitch wasn’t it. Late 30s, not quite stocky but definitely beefy beneath his suit, wearing a wedding ring, total corporate dude. I was already boned and dripping and expectation and Mitch didn’t waste time. He shimmied down between my legs and pulled out my cock. 

"Damn, you’re hung even more than your brother," he said before swallowing my rod. I couldn’t believe sex between guys could be so straight-forward, so right to the point. I loved it. Especially three minutes later when I blew a major load of jizz down the guy’s throat. I was hooked.

I wasn’t ready to date other guys so I did what Mike did. Fucked my way through a bunch of one-night stands and quick hookups. Sex never felt so good and so easy. 

One evening my brother came home with the news he’d been promoted. We opened up the champagne for a toast. By the second glass it felt natural and right. Me and my brother sitting next to one another on the couch, our bodies close, our faces inching closer. Our mouths connecting. 

"I’m glad you moved in, little bro," Mike muttered before placing his lips back on my mine and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.