“This is it… The Cave of Secrets…” Sam said, holding a tattered, ancient old map. In front of him was a sealed off cave with carvings written around it, in a different language - with vines hugging the clifface surrounding it.After climbing up the grassy platform, the sweaty Drake gave such a sigh of relief on the rocky platform just outside of the blocked cave. He was wearing a black tank top and a pair of brown, damaged, torn up pants.
“Stop beholding and help me up!” Nathan, Sam’s younger brother, grunted as he was still in the process of climbing. “Sorry, little man, I just got excited.” Sam chuckled, before reaching down and taking Nathan’s wrist and with one loud grunt, he pulled him up onto the ledge. “Woaaah…” Nathan gasped as he finally got a look of the ancient cave. “According to this man, the pirates left the treasure right in there.” Sam told him. “But how do we get in?” Nathan asked, curiously. He was wearing a navy blue Henley shirt and a pair of brown cargo pants. “You tell me. You’re the translator.” Sam chuckled, giving Nathan a friendly push towards the carvings. “Okay, okay. Ummm… ‘To enter this cave, you must spill your own deepest, darkest secret.’” Nathan read out. “How the hell does that work-?” But before Sam could even finish, the runes glowed a dim blue, as if a response to Nathan’s words. “Woaaaah…” Nathan muttered. “I-I think it's real.” “Great. We’re brothers, what kind of deep dark secrets are we gonna have? I know everything about you.” Sam scoffed. However, Nathan already had a secret in mind. But it was a terrifying one. If he told Sam this secret, things would never be the same again. “I might have something…” Nathan began, pale. “Well go on then.” “I dunno, Sam… It's… Very, very personal.” Nathan told him. “Dude, if we don't get this treasure, then we’re never gonna pay my debt to Rico. And if I don't pay my debt to Rico, he will track me down and kill me.” Sam reminded his little brother. “I don't care if the secret is that you have a foot fetish, just say it.” He insisted. Nathan thought about it for a moment. He was right. It was either let Sam die, or risk it all. “Okay, fine… I… I love you.” Nathan confessed - but Sam just looked at him confused. “No shit. You tell me that every day.” Sam frowned. “No, I don't just love you. I am in love with you.” Nathan told him, and the entrance to the cave shook slightly. “Romantically. Sexually. I want you. You turn me on when I see you take your clothes off and you make my heart go wild when you hug me. I know we’re brothers but… but all I want is for you to kiss me.” Nathan blurted out, emotionally. Sam stood there in shock. Before he could say anything though, the entrance to the cave opened up, sinking into the floor and revealing the dark cavern within. But Nathan and Sam didn't look, they stayed looking at each other, with one wrecked in anxiety. “Sam. Sam, say something. Please? Please don't hate me. I need you.” Nathan pleaded, close to tears. Sam debated on saying something, but instead, he cupped Nathan’s face and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
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Featuring:The family may be back home, but things have definitely not gone back to normal. Find out what this naughty family gets up to now that they're home... It had been a few days since we landed back home from LA. I couldn't believe how different my life was now. We had barely left the house, only to get groceries. Otherwise, all of us had been naked, fucking and cuddling. Although we each had our own bedrooms, we had spent most nights sharing each other’s beds. To be fair, we were trying to make the most of the time we had, as college was starting again soon. Tom and I went to the same college, but in different classes, while Ross would be resuming his music lessons as a guitar teacher. Things would be going back to normal, yet at the same time, we’d be fucking around all the time. Not to mention, Dad was intending on us seeing Uncle John, Harvey and Harrison. There was just a lot going on.
The clouds above rumbled as Peter Parker sat on the edge of a rooftop, his feet dangling over the edge above the city buzz. He was wearing his red and blue skin-tight spandex. The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was tired and sore after a night of stopping thugs and muggings. His mask was laying on the bricked wall beside him as rain fell from the skies, cooling him off in the cold water. It was nice. It was relaxing. It was a moment to himself. Peter’s fingers found themselves running down his body, over his pecs and along his abs, feeling the defined lines through the Lycra before reaching his bulge. Ever since he started going commando, it felt so much better. He squeezed the tightly wrapped meat and a soft moan immediately escaped his lips. He was horny. The adrenaline from the night had to be let out and he couldn't think of a better way. Peter could feel himself hardening in his grip, fast. The spandex was constricting around his meat as he rubbed it up and down, feeling his foreskin climb up and down his pole as he felt the rain continue to hit his face. Fantasies of getting fucked in alleyways by thugs crept into his mind, along with fantasies of someone catching him and promising to keep his secret for a taste.
“Fuck…” Peter whispered under his breath, his nipples erect and poking through the red spandex as he squeezed his throbbing manhood. He continued rubbing his hard on, picturing his ass getting fucked in different scenarios, but his Peter Tingle suddenly alerted him. “Hey Peter!” A voice called out. Peter’s head turned in horror to see his multiversal counterpart. It was the older, taller version of himself. He was also wearing his Spider-Man suit, though he soon pulled his mask off of his head. “Urrr n-now’s not exactly a good time.” Little Peter (the younger Peter) blurted out, blushing bright red. “Why, what's going on?” Big Peter (the older Peter) chuckled as he got closer. It didn't take him long to figure out what was going on, as Little Peter scrambled to his feet. He was trying to hide his hard on, but with skin-tight spandex it's impossible. “Ohhhhh…” Big Peter said, eyes widening. “Don't worry, it's fine. I do it all the time too.” He assured him, still getting closer. “You do?” Little Peter asked, his throat dry despite being soaked in the rain. “Absolutely. I've had little competitions with myself to see how far I can shoot it.” Big Peter smirked, looking out over the street. “Oh… Wow, isn't that kinda risky?” Little Peter asked, still covering himself. “That’s what makes it fun.” Big Peter winked as his own cock was growing in the blue spandex. But he had no interest in covering it up. “You don't have to feel embarrassed. I can help you out if you want?” Big Peter offered, intimately close as he looked down at his younger counterpart. “Wouldn't that be kinda weird? Aren't we basically brothers?” Little Peter asked, however his eyes were fixed on Big Peter’s. “I mean, not technically. If anything, it's just masturbation.” Big Peter shrugged, before running a hand down Little Peter’s chest and down his abs before caressing his fingertips against the throbbing bulge. Shivers went straight through Little Peter’s whole body. “Fuu-u-u-u-uck…” He shuddered. “Want me to stop?” Big Peter whispered, fingers gently running up and down the erect shaft. Little Peter just shook his head. “Then you better kiss me.” Big Peter smirked, naughtily. One late night, Brad and I had gone out for a bite to eat before returning to the tour bus. Most of the band was probably sleeping, but we decided to spend some time alone. We were holding hands as we were going back, Brad still had some lingering musk that seeped it’s way into my nose. He was wearing a white tank top over a black jacket, a grey beanie and a pair of grey sweatpants as we made our way back over. We were just about to go in, when Brad stopped me, by pulling me backwards.
“Actually… Before we do that… I was thinking maybe we could…?” Brad asked before pulling me into a kiss. It may have started off as innocent, but Brad was soon pushing me backwards until I was pinned up against the wall of the tour bus, feeling his tongue slide down my throat. I moaned into his mouth as he reached down and squeezed my ass. “Sh-Should we really be doing this? Out here?” I whispered when he broke off, only to start kissing at my neck. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. Who’s gonna stop us? Besides, if the boys are awake, they’ll probably just film it anyway.” Brad pointed out, gently biting at my skin as I gripped the back of his curls. “Unless, of course, you want me to stop?” Brad asked, pulling away, but with a knowing smirk. “Don't you fucking dare.” I said, pulling him by the tank top into another kiss. He chuckled into the kiss before stripping his jacket off, letting it fall onto the tarmac of the empty parking lot. I gripped the bottom of his tank top, before lifting it up over his head, dropping it onto the floor and exposing his powerful tits and faint abs. “Fuck, it never gets old.” I muttered, squeezing his pecs as he went back to kissing my neck. “Let’s get these off, shall we?” Brad whispered into my ear as his fingers began fumbling at the button of my trousers, sending chills down my spine. While he nibbled at my ear lobe, the trousers fell to my ankles, leaving my legs in just a pair of blue and black striped boxer briefs that Brad knew I was borrowing from Connor. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” Brad groaned, looking down over my shoulder towards my ass, which he soon squeezed harshly. I moaned out loud into his neck vein as Brad began massaging my ass. Featuring:It wasn't long before class as I was at my locker, putting books in and taking books out for the next lesson. However, I had barely touched my algebra textbook when Joshua and Nicholas came over.
“Heyyyy.” Nicholas said, in his sexy accent, shooting a wink at me. He was wearing a denim jacket over a white v-neck and black pants. “Are you going to Algebra?” Joshua asked. Joshua was wearing a grey long sleeved top and a pair of jeans. “Yep. Shouldn't you be on your way to Chemistry, bro?” I questioned. “Yeaaah, well, I had a better idea involving that out of order, disabled toilet stall upstairs…” Nicholas smirked. “Nicholas! We can't. And Joshua, if our parents found out-” “They wooon’t. The teachers here won't give a shit, they never do.” Joshua reasoned, clearly determined to convince me. I gave a long sigh, looking upon their pouting, pleading faces. “Fine. But only a quickie.” I gave in. “Yesss!” Nicholas beamed before grabbing my arm and dragging me away, with Joshua close behind. |
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