It was weird, seeing Nick without the gaggle of meatheads and bimbos that seemed to perpetually hover around him.

It wasn’t weird at all, though, to hear the first thing he had to say for himself the moment Taylor opened the door. "Fuckin’ hell, bro," said Nick. "Should I call the fire department? It’s fuckin’ flaming in your apartment building."

As Taylor expected, his brother hadn’t changed at all. "Leave them alone, Nick. It’s not like they’re hurting anyone."

Truth be told, Taylor hadn’t been fond of Nick staying over the summer. It hadn’t been his idea, in the first place. Nick had invited himself over as a "final few months of freedom before med school."

If he’d had any say in the matter, Taylor would have said "No way!" Their dad had insisted, though, saying it would be a good chance for the brothers to bond.

Nick and Taylor had been closer as brothers at some point in the past. They grew apart in middle school when Taylor discovered some things about himself, and Nick bought into the whole toxic masculinity thing of their peers.

Besides the fact that Nick’s bigotry made them fundamentally incompatible, Nick also had something of a smug superiority complex. He liked to think he knew better than anyone—Taylor, most of all—and had often criticized Taylor’s style, interests, and choices while they lived under the same roof.

On the one hand, Taylor hoped that Nick living with him for the summer could help disabuse the guy of his more unsavory notions by exposing him to a more diverse community of people. On the other, he expected that such a turnaround was unlikely. Chances were, Nick’s visit would turn into a raging dumpster-fire of a disaster.

"You’re too soft on them, bro," said Nick, whipping the sunglasses off his face. Even though they were brothers, Taylor wasn’t blind. Nick was handsome but his beauty was pretty much skin-deep. Taylor couldn’t imagine anyone who didn’t share the same bigoted views would find his brother attractive.

"If you’re not careful, bro, they’re gonna get you talking about your pronouns and changing your gender and just… infecting you with all that dumb queer stuff," said Nick, hooking his sunglasses into his collar as he pushed past Taylor into the apartment.

"Oh my god, Nick," said Taylor. He closed the door behind Nick in a hurry. He could only hope none of his neighbors had overheard. "You can’t just say things like that!"

Nick shrugged. "It’s a free country, bro! I can and I will," said Nick, shaking his head. "Honestly. What’s next? Are we gonna have to start calling history, ‘themstory’ just so we don’t offend the snowflakes? Get outta here with that PC bullshit."

Taylor took a deep breath. He was trying his best not to blow a gasket. He didn’t want to say anything he would regret, however reprehensible Nick’s words might have been.

Nick walked into the living room and dropped his luggage on the couch. "I knew it, bro. I told dad he shouldn’t have let you come out here to the land of the queers but he just wouldn’t have it. Said it was your life and that I didn’t get a say."

It was somewhat heartwarming and surprising to hear. Taylor had always figured his dad, being the intelligent and discerning man that he was, would eventually come around to a more modern way of thinking. He was glad to know he hadn’t been mistaken. It was just such a shame that his brother refused to.

Shaking his head, Nick continued: "Now look at you. You’re fuckin’ living in a den of fags and they’ve got you drinking the Dem-Rat Kool-aid. Honestly, bro. Nothing good in this country ever came out of that."

Nick plopped himself down on the couch right next to his stuff. He looked around, one arm on top of his bags. He glanced out the sliding glass doors that led out onto the small balcony and nodded. "Not a bad place, though," he said. "Nice view."

Taylor pinched the bridge of his nose. Potential for drama with the more unenlightened side of the family aside, he had had enough. He wasn’t so averse to family drama that he could just let Nick get away with the utter shit that he was spewing.

"Alright. Enough," said Taylor. He stood in front of Nick, blocking the view out the balcony. "Let’s get one thing straight, ‘bro.’ This summer you’re gonna be staying with me, and while you’re living under my roof and eating out of my fridge, you’re going to have to live by my rules."

It wasn’t the kind of thing Taylor had thought he would ever get the chance to say. It was a line their father had used quite often during their more rebellious teen years.

Nick raised an eyebrow at Taylor and laughed. "Fuck off, bro. Just because you got your own place doesn’t mean a damn thing. I have rights. You can’t tell me what to do."

Taylor fumed. "Well, I’ve got rights, too. I’m letting you stay here out of the goodness of my heart but if you don’t start respecting me in my own home, I can fucking toss you out if I want to."

Nick scoffed. There was a hint of surprise in the way he looked at Taylor—as if he hadn’t expected that Taylor would talk back to him. "Like you’ve got the balls to do that," said Nick.

Taylor looked his brother in the eye defiantly. "Try me," he said.

After a moment of silence, Nick shrugged. "Jeez, bro. Calm your tits. I get it. You don’t want to rock the boat. You’re in the minority around here.

"It’s not like the fags have your apartment bugged, bro. You don’t have to be so fucking prissy. Honestly, I thought you’d be glad to have someone to talk frankly with."

Taylor blinked. His mind struggled to process what Nick was saying. "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean, ‘what do you mean,’ bro? Aren’t you tired of having to tiptoe around all of these fairies and libtards? Lord knows I’d be fucking dying to talk to anyone normal if I lived around these parts."

Yup, Taylor thought to himself. Things were most definitely tilting in the direction of "raging dumpster fire." It hadn’t hit him just how obstinate and stuck in his ways Nick was. Apparently, his bigoted, homophobic douchebag of a brother had somehow decided, at some point, that he shared the same views.

"That’s not what I—" said Taylor.

"You don’t have to say any more, little bro," said Nick. "I get it."

Taylor seethed.

"I gotta say though. Sick place. You’re finally doing things right," said Nick, draping his arms over the backrest of the couch. "Must cost a pretty penny, though. So, how did you pay for it?"

Taylor wasn’t going to stand for what Nick had just implied about him. He could take personal digs but insinuating that he somehow shared the same disgusting archaic beliefs was a step too far. "Look, don’t you dare lump—"

Nick chuckled. It was almost like he’d tuned Taylor out entirely. "Oh, I can guess how. I bet the gaggle of queers nearby are just gagging to get a taste of your Nebraska meat."

Taylor gawked at Nick. He didn’t know whether to be impressed or offended that his brother had even gone there. Not that there was anything wrong with selling one’s body to make a living but Taylor worked hard to not just keep his grades in good standing but also to make enough money to afford his place.

"You’re not gonna get any judgment from me, bro," said Nick. "A guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do to keep a roof over his head. Might as well put all the fags queering the place up to good use. A hole’s a hole, right?"

Taylor pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know what? I’m done. I’m not going to deal with this shit in my own home. I’m going to tell you this just this once: you are not going to utter any of that disgusting, homophobic shit while you’re staying with me or so help me, God, I will toss you out on the street."

"Chill, bro!" said Nick. "Fine! If you’re really so afraid of being fucking canceled you should have just said so."

Taylor stormed off. It was all he could do not to deck Nick right in his stupid face.

---

For a week, Nick managed to make good on his implicit agreement to refrain from speaking offensively.

It was more than Taylor could have asked for and, if he was being honest, he was pleasantly surprised. It might have been too much to expect that Nick would manage to keep it up for the rest of the summer.

"Bro!" Nick yelled, making Taylor jump as he stomped into the apartment. "Isn’t there anywhere owned by normal people around here?"

Taylor sighed. "What is it this time, Nick?" he said.

Nick threw himself down on the couch opposite Taylor and sighed. "I dunno, man. I’m just looking for somewhere I can get a part-time job for the summer and it’s just fucking queers, queers, queers everywhere."

Taylor shrugged. He didn’t even have the energy to be indignant on behalf of the locals. "You’re just gonna have to suck it up. What did you expect? You were the one that chose to come to L.A. You could have bothered literally anyone else but no. You wanted to come here."

"Fuck off, bro," said Nick, with a hint of resignation in his voice. "You think I don’t know that? Ugh."

Taylor glanced at his brother. "So what are you going to do?" he said. "Just to make it clear, I’m not gonna give you any spending money. You’re already eating my food. I’m not gonna fund your vacation on top of that."

"Who asked you? I don’t need your charity," said Nick. He sighed and fell back, draping his arms over the backrest of the couch. "I’m just gonna have to tough it out, I guess. It’s not like I’m gonna stick around."

Taylor couldn’t help but chuckle. "Are you sure people will still be willing to take you? I can’t imagine they’d be fond of the idea of hiring someone who can’t stand being around them."

Nick scoffed. "I’m not stupid enough to speak my mind around commie leftists, bro," he said. "I’ve already got something lined up, anyway."

---

Taylor didn’t learn about where his brother ended up working for a good week or so. Nick was quite mum about it, but since he somehow made enough spending money that he didn’t ask Taylor to cover for him, Taylor wasn’t about to complain.

The strangest thing was that from the day he started working, Nick had done fewer and fewer objectionable things. Taylor hadn’t even noticed, until, one day, he was hit with the sudden realization that he hadn’t heard anything homophobic from Nick in a while.

Once again, Taylor didn’t have any objections. It was odd, but he chalked it up to the diverse environment doing wonders for Nick’s worldview.

Granted, it was nothing short of a miracle but Taylor refrained from commenting on it. He knew that bringing it up was likely to put Nick on the defensive. That was just the way human brains worked.

Nick was making progress. The last thing Taylor wanted was to disrupt it because he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. So he let it pass, for the most part.

Taylor paid extra attention to Nick in the days after the discovery. He wanted to know if it was a fluke, if he was just finding patterns where there were none, or if there had been a genuine change. As far as he could tell, Nick had started actually being more considerate.

It was the strangest thing.

A haircut, it seemed, was the only thing Taylor needed to discover where his brother was working. How he hadn’t noticed until now was beyond him but he was quite surprised when he walked into the nearby hair salon and saw his brother there, wearing an apron, sweeping the floor clean.

Not that Taylor liked to stereotype, but his local salon was staffed, for the most part, with effeminate twink stylists. His big hulking brute of a brother looked entirely out of place but the scowl Taylor expected to see on Nick’s face wasn’t there at all.

The moment Nick noticed that Taylor had come into the shop, his eyes widened. He visibly looked uncomfortable, which was more what Taylor expected when he saw his brother working in a salon.

Taylor said nothing, simultaneously savoring Nick’s discomfort while not wanting to go too overboard by calling attention to their relationship. His stylist met him out by the counter and guided him over to a hair wash station.

Making small chat, Taylor couldn’t resist prying on his brother’s experience at the salon so far. Though he laughed internally at his stylist’s assumption that he found Nick attractive, he made no mention that they were related by blood.

It turned out that Nick had been turned down by most places around town before he came to the salon. It was to be expected. There was a university nearby and it was the summer. Naturally, locals had a bit of a leg up on visitors trying to find temporary employment for the season.

That Nick hadn’t wanted to work so close to where Taylor lived was more along the lines of what Taylor expected. That he was profoundly uncomfortable and looked entirely out of place when he started was also within reason.

The weird thing was that Nick warmed up to the stylists and other staff fairly quickly. It didn’t sound at all like the brother Taylor had known all his life.

In the end, Taylor finished his haircut with more questions than answers. It didn’t help that when he got home, neither he nor Nick seemed willing to broach the subject.

Over the next few days, Taylor made a point to pass by the salon whenever he had a chance. He got to see the "affectionate" side of Nick as he worked with the stylists.

Taylor was lucky enough that he didn’t get caught peeping but it was just so strange to see Nick acting warmly with a bunch of overtly gay guys. It was a change for the better, sure, but it was still off-putting.

The brother Taylor had known all his life wouldn’t have tolerated being around so many gay guys for an extended period —much less seemingly flirting back.

Taylor decided to let it go. There was no need to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was a positive change, and pretty much exactly what he’d hoped for in his brother so he didn’t want to tempt the universe into putting a twist on things.

---

It was on a particularly hot day in the middle of July when Taylor’s father called him out of the blue at the end of his lunch break. It was uncharacteristic as his father wasn’t much of a talker, but apparently, there had been some trouble with Nick’s financial aid for med school that needed urgent attention and Nick wasn’t picking up his phone.

As Taylor had fortunately decided to eat lunch away from work, he was, by pure happenstance, quite close-by to the salon. He made his way over since he knew Nick was working and asked for him at the front desk.

"He’s at the back. Be careful though, he’s a bit—" said Chris, who’d been working reception at the salon since Taylor moved to the area.

"Okay, thanks," said Taylor, neglecting to hear Chris out as he was in a bit of a hurry and his father was being impatient. "I know, dad. I’ll have him in a minute."

As Taylor was a regular, no one accosted him on his way to the back of the salon. He didn’t see Nick out in the hallway but heard a bit of scuffling in a nearby supply closet.

Without paying too much attention to just what kind of sounds he was hearing, Taylor wrenched open the door and was greeted with the much-appreciated sight of a bare bubble butt. Less appealing was the sight of his brother, shirtless, pants-less, and wearing only a jockstrap kneeling on the floor in front of one of the stylists: Brian.

Taylor gawked at the scene for a good half-minute before he realized his dad was talking his ear off, asking where Nick was. "Sorry, dad," he said, into the phone. "I think he’s busy. I’ll call you later."

Mortified, Taylor closed the door to the supply closet and briskly walked out of the salon. He didn’t even know if Nick had noticed him but he did his best to forget what he’d just witnessed when he got back to work.

Truth be told, Taylor was both in a mild state of shock and an advanced stage of utter arousal. He could scarcely walk straight with the lump in his pants as he made his way back to work.

Taylor tried to put the scene out of his mind but it was an exercise in futility. First and foremost, even though he and Nick were brothers, he wasn’t blind. Nick was hot and even hotter practically naked. Second, Bri’s cock had been enormous. Far bigger than he’d ever imagined the twink had been packing.

The erection in Taylor’s pants drove him to utter distraction and, suffice to say, his work productivity plummeted as a result.

Later that evening, Nick didn’t mention the incident at all while he and Taylor talked over supper. Taylor resisted the urge to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe Nick hadn’t noticed his intrusion, being so focused on the big cock in front of him.

Taylor’s relief was short-lived, though. Just as he had finished putting the dishes away in the washer, he looked up and nearly jumped when he saw Nick standing across from him over the kitchen counter.

"I hope you don’t mention what you saw today to dad," said Nick.

Taylor knew their dad would be fully accepting if Nick decided to come out as bi or something but he said, "Sure," anyway. It wasn’t his place to out his brother, even if it meant giving up on some well-deserved justice after years of torment.

"Thanks," said Nick. "It’s just… I’ve discovered a couple of things about myself since I started working at that place… And I’m still a bit confused and uncertain about it so…"

"It’s fine," said Taylor, waving his hand dismissively. "I won’t tell dad."

"Good," said Nick.

And that was that. The subject was dropped. It didn’t come up again for the rest of the evening.

---

Despite trying his best to be the responsible younger brother, the rather dramatic development he’d witnessed was too much for Taylor. After a week, he couldn’t resist the urge to snoop.

Now, Nick was a smart young man but he wasn’t too good with technology. Taylor figured it had something to do with him spending more time at baseball practice than in front of the computer.

Taylor, on the other hand, had become quite adept at using technology to his own ends. Mostly because he didn’t want even the most remote chance of anyone discovering he was gay while he still lived at home with his father.

During his stay, Nick had occasionally asked for Taylor’s permission to use his desktop. Taylor hadn’t asked what for and hadn’t cared to know until now.

Predictably, Nick hadn’t taken any steps to conceal his browsing history. Though he felt a little bit bad about snooping, Taylor’s curiosity ultimately won out.

What Taylor found was rather strange. Nick had, for the most part, gone to the usual suspects—social media, video platforms, music websites, podcasts, email—nothing at all out of the ordinary.

A week ago, something peculiar had started turning up in Nick’s history: strange searches that Taylor couldn’t think of reasons Nick had occasion to look up. There were searches about "Hierarch Industries," "Omega Sexuality," "Omega Instincts," "Omega Information," and "SK Courses," among other things.

Taylor had heard of Hierarch Industries before—it was difficult not to as they were all over the news, for the most part—but couldn’t think of any reason Nick was looking into them. Granted, Hierarch Industries was a corporate giant that had its fingers in a lot of pies so there was every chance Nick was just looking into future employment opportunities.

On the other hand, the whole "omega" thing was just weird to Taylor. A surface reading of what he found on the internet about it indicated to him that it was a fetish sort of thing. Guys turned into total, dependent cock-sluts.

Taylor wasn’t one to kink-shame but the concept didn’t quite sit well with him. He didn’t have any qualms with the fantasy, fundamentally. It was just that he didn’t like the idea of Nick fantasizing about himself as the owner of an omega. It just felt wrong.

More disturbing was the idea that Nick, with his newly discovered sexuality, might have designs on one of the poor stylists at the salon.

That said, it wasn’t Taylor’s place to intervene. He wasn’t even supposed to snoop, in the first place. His brother had a right to privacy, just like anyone else. It was just that something so strange and out-of-character had happened that Taylor couldn’t resist looking into it.

As he exited out of the browser history, Taylor couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.

---

Since Nick was in L.A. for vacation, it was only natural that he came home pretty late at night. Sometimes, he didn’t get in until Taylor was fast asleep.

It usually wasn’t that big of a deal since Taylor had handed Nick a spare key so he could let himself in without waking him but tonight was different. Even though it was well past midnight, Taylor was still wide awake.

There wasn’t anything, in particular, keeping Taylor up. He was just having trouble getting to sleep. He’d been staring at the ceiling for the better part of two hours when he heard the apartment door open.

Taylor sat up, suddenly alert when he realized that there were two sets of footsteps in his apartment. He relaxed when he heard Nick’s voice. "Here?" said Nick. "You want to do it here? Right now?"

"Yeah!" said another voice, one Taylor vaguely recognized but couldn’t quite put a finger on. "Don’t you think it would be fun?"

"Fun?" said Nick, in a low, hushed voice. "Asking for trouble is what it is! What if we get caught?"

"By your brother?" said the voice. Taylor blinked when he realized it was Bri, from the salon. "Aw come on, Nicky, he’s a cool guy. I don’t think he’d mind."

Taylor left his bedroom and crept toward the living room. It made no sense to him that Nick had brought Bri home. Even less when he considered that Bri was one of the co-owners of the salon and, technically, Nick’s boss.

Heat rushed to Taylor’s face when he realized there was one reasonable explanation he could think of. He should have turned around and gone back to his room but he was too curious. He hid around the corner and peeked out into the living room to see what was going on.

Nick and Bri were on the couch, passionately making out. If they’d noticed Taylor’s presence, they did not show it.

Nick’s large frame dwarfed Bri’s svelte body but from the looks of it, the big guy wasn’t at all the one in charge. Bri grabbed Nick’s wrist and pushed it into his crotch. He humped the large bulge in the front of his pants into Nick’s hand.

Taylor was spellbound by the sight. He’d seen Nick on his knees and that had been a shock but something about watching Nick make out with another man and grope his cock was even more of a mind-fuck.

"I really… think… we should… do this… in the bedroom…" said Nick, in between kisses. By the time he’d finished, though, Bri was sucking on his neck and tugging up on the hem, of his shirt.

What surprised Taylor the most was that Nick wasn’t being aggressive at all. If anything, the rough and rowdy brother he’d known all his life was submitting to this twink half his size. It was nothing short of a miraculous sight.

"Nah, baby," said Bri. He practically ripped the shirt off Nick’s body and flung it to the side. "You don’t think you can spend all day teasing me with this fat ass—"

A loud, muffled clap rang out as Bri smacked one of Nick’s sweat-clad glutes hard.

"—and get away with making me wait until I have you in bed to split you open, do you?" growled Bri.

"B-but we might—" Nick started.

"Get caught?" Bri cut in. "Nah, baby. Tay is cool. Might even enjoy the show, if you get what I’m saying."

"F-fuck!" Nick cried out, as Bri pushed him onto his back and stripped his pants off.

"Tell me you want it, baby," said Bri.

"Fuck, Bri, please…" said Nick.

In the dim light streaming in through the balcony door, Taylor could see Nick was rock hard as he was pinned down on the couch by a guy he could probably break in half with his bare hands.

Bri chuckled. He rubbed his thumb on the corner of Nick’s mouth, making the big guy shiver. "Tell me, Nicky."

"I-I want your cock, Bri," said Nick, in a low, subdued voice.

If Taylor had been in his room, he wouldn’t have heard it. Standing where he was, though, the words were clear. Even so, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he’d fallen asleep two hours ago and was currently enjoying a completely fucked-up dream.

"Where do you want it, baby?" said Bri, grabbing his cock and tapping it on Nick’s balls.

"I-in my ass, Bri," Nick whispered.

"Where, baby?" said Bri.

Nick’s face flushed such a deep shade of red that Taylor could spot it even in the dim light. "I-in my asspussy…"

"In my asspussy…?"

Nick threw his head back and whined. "I-in my asspussy, s-sir…"

Taylor’s ears burned. He turned around and rushed back to his room, almost tripping over his own feet in the process.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, Taylor leaned against it and let out the breath he’d been holding in the whole way back. His cock was as hard as a steel rod in his underwear and it shouldn’t have been. Nick was his brother and yet, he couldn’t take his mind off the way that Bri’s massive endowment slid into that thick, muscular ass.

Taylor listened to the sounds of Nick and Bri fucking as he jacked his cock, feeling simultaneously aroused and horrifically guilty. Once he came, Taylor crawled into bed and soon thereafter fell fast asleep.

---

Taylor was in a bad way. He was still reeling from what he’d seen a few nights ago. To make matters worse, Nick had featured a handful of times in Taylor’s fantasies since then.

Fortunately, Taylor was able to distract himself with work and hanging out with friends. Today was his day off and he had two of his neighbors over for lunch.

"You should come to the club sometime," said Tony. He and his boyfriend, Brad, were pretty well-known in the local BDSM scene and were co-owners of a local gay club. Tony, in particular, was one of the club’s prime attractions in his Alpha pup persona.

"I don’t know…" said Taylor. "I might not fit in since I don’t really have any gear…"

Truth be told, there wasn’t any reason for Taylor to be so hesitant. He’d been living in L.A. for a while, now. It was about time he started engaging with the community on more than just the surface level.

It was just that some part of Taylor remained afraid that someone he knew from back home might spot him at one of the club’s events. Life was stressful enough as it was that he didn’t want anyone stirring up drama.

Then again, Taylor supposed the possibility of trouble wasn’t worth gutting his social life over. If he stopped doing things because he was afraid people back home might criticize him for them, he’d end up doing nothing at all.

Brad chuckled. "Not every event involves gear, you know, Tay," he said.

Tony interjected right after. "Even if it did, you could just borrow stuff."

Taylor’s eyes widened. "From the club?" he said.

Brad shrugged.

"Isn’t that a bit… unsanitary?" said Taylor, in a low voice.

Tony laughed. "Some would say wearing gear someone else has already worn, sweated, and come in is pretty hot."

Taylor’s cheeks warmed. He supposed that was true and that, potentially, he was one of the aforementioned "some," judging by the way his cock reacted.

Brad waved his hand. "The staff cleans everything after every use, anyway," he said.

Taylor chuckled. "Alright," he said. "I’ll think about it." He’d been interested in the local nightlife for a while so it was probably about time he started exploring it.

It was the summer. School was out. Taylor had spent the entire fall and winter terms working hard and he deserved to have some fun.

"Besides, now would be a good time," said Tony. "We got a new guy in the other week and let me tell you, honey, they’re the sluttiest little cocksucker around."

Taylor couldn’t help but laugh. Tony had a bit of a reputation. It wasn’t much of a secret that he and Brad had a bit of an open relationship and that Tony, in particular, got around quite a bit. To hear him say that someone was the "sluttiest little cocksucker around" was definitely something.

"It’s true, Tay!" said Brad. He hooked an arm over Tony’s shoulders and pecked his boyfriend in the cheek. "It’s not every day I see a guy who can out-slut Tony over here but I’m telling you, man, the newbie is fucking insatiable."

Tony nodded. "He’s an utter freak! Do you want to see?"

Taylor blinked. "Uh, sure, I guess?" he said, somewhat hesitantly.

Tony jumped up from his seat and walked around to Taylor’s side of the table. It almost seemed like he’d been waiting for the opportunity.

Taylor glanced over at Brad, who explained, "Tony’s been raving about the guy to all of our friends who haven’t been to the club in the last week. Between you and me, I think he’s excited to finally have a rival."

"Hell yeah, babe. It means I’ve gotta up my game," said Tony, placing a hand on Taylor’s shoulder as he showed off a whole gallery of pictures of the guy he was talking about.

The guy was naked but for a thin leather collar around his neck attached to a leash, a pup hood, and a black jockstrap. It must have been one of the raunchier nights at the club because there were cocks everywhere in the pictures. The guy in the pup hood was surrounded by no fewer than six at any given time.

With every picture that Taylor saw he simultaneously got more and more aroused and more and more horrified. He could only hope that he was wrong but he was pretty sure he was right. He’d seen the guy’s body before, for sure.

"Here," said Tony. "I’ve got a video. Look at him take those dicks like a fucking champ."

Taylor almost wanted to look away. Someone had ripped the hood off the guy’s face and it was as he’d feared. It was Nick. Sweaty. Covered in cum. Glassy-eyed and grinning as he alternated sucking two cocks, jerked off two cocks, and took two cocks up his ass.

"Not your type?" said Brad.

Taylor jumped. "Uh…" he said, regretting that he’d let his discomfort show on his face. "No… No… It’s just… Um… That’s uh… That’s my brother."

"Ow, fuck!" Tony cried out. He’d dropped his phone out of shock and had banged his hip against the table in the wild scuffle to catch it that followed. "The homophobic one?"

"Y-yeah," said Taylor, unable to help but steal glances at the video still playing on Tony’s phone. He tried to block out the sound of Nick begging to get "totally destroyed" with strangers’ cocks.

Brad chuckled. "Well, you know what they say about homophobes…" he said, and left it at that.

---

"Hey, uh, can I talk to you, bro?" said Nick as he closed the door behind him.

Taylor, whose nerves had already been frayed by the recent revelations about Nick nearly jumped at the sound of his voice. He’d been trying his best not to think about his brother because he’d been popping the most inappropriate boners since Tony and Brad left.

"W-what is it?" said Taylor, pulling a nearby throw pillow over his crotch to hide his throbbing erection as Nick plopped down on the couch beside him.

"Would you, uh, mind putting up with me for a while longer?" said Nick.

"W-what?" said Taylor. "A-aren’t you heading back home to do med school?"

Nick shrugged. "Change of plans," he said. "I decided I kinda like it here. I might attend one of the Hierarch Industries-affiliated colleges nearby and work on my medical license that way."

"O-oh, okay," said Taylor. Chances were, he’d have to say yes. His dad would get on his ass for him throwing his own brother out if he said no. "I-I guess that’s fine…"

"I’ll foot some of the rent and groceries, bro, don’t worry," said Nick.

"Ah, yeah, that’d be great…" said Taylor. That wasn’t the problem. He fully intended on charging his brother if he stayed past the end of summer. The problem was that not only had he seen his brother naked, but he’d also seen his brother slutting it up in a way that would put most whores and porn actors to shame and gotten horribly aroused by it.

"Awesome, bro! Thanks!" said Nick. He clapped a hand on Taylor’s shoulder before getting up from the couch with a grunt. "I’m fucking starving, though, so I’m gonna go get some grub."

Taylor watched his brother go off to the kitchen. As Nick was walking away, he noticed that there was a wet spot in the seat of Nick’s pants. "Oh, shit," said Taylor, under his breath, his mind filling with perverse image of Nick bent over and well-fucked with cum dripping out of his abused asshole.

Slipping a hand under the throw pillow covering his crotch, Taylor grabbed his cock and rubbed it through his pants. He’d always wanted to see Nick taken down a peg but this was not what he’d expected.

"Oh, bro, a couple of buddies and I were thinking of going out clubbing this weekend. Wanna come with?" said Nick.

"Fuck," Taylor muttered, under his breath, as Nick’s question brought back the memory of the video he’d watched earlier. He came in his pants at the thought of getting to witness it firsthand.

"S-sure!" said Taylor. He knew he’d told Brad and Tony that he’d think about it but he’d decided. He was the one that had been gay all his life. He was the one that had come out the moment he stepped foot in California. He was not going to let his brother outshine him in this respect so it was about damn time he started living the life he wanted.