The Basement Brothers (final version)

[Toon]

My apologies for the first version of this story. If the moderators will kindly indulge me, I'd like to rewrite parts of this and make it better. Thank you.

1997

I was 23 when I graduated college and landed a great job in a Midwestern city. I was young, not bad-looking and optimistic about life in general. I was (and still am) gay, but had no gay friends or any gay experience - which was fine.  My greatest love at that time was routine:  I loved doing the same thing every day in the same way.  I'll share some wisdom with you now:  your rut is a gift.  Be happy if you're in a rut because that means nothing is disrupting your life.  Visits to the dentist, colds, funerals, accidents, and so on take you out of your routine.  The downside to this way of life is that you also have to let happy diversions go by.  It can be a lonely philosophy because it means politely declining invitations to parties, happy hour gatherings or anything spontaneous.  It's a sacrifice I was always willing to make.

On this particular day I got out of work at 5:15 PM, as always, and drove home the same route I regularly took, when suddenly my car started to make a weird noise.  Panic rose in my chest as the noise got increasingly loud.  At that moment I was driving through a heavily-Mexican neighborhood and was near an auto mechanic shop called 'Mendez and Sons', so I pulled in thinking to myself 'Shit!  I'll miss the TV reruns I had intended to watch that evening', but first I had to be able to get home.  

As I parked the car I glanced around the garage.  Clearly it had been in business for a few years and it wasn't all that busy.  Turning off the engine and noticed a little puff of smoke escaping from under the hood.  A guy about my age came out from inside the garage and greeted me asking "You got a problem?"

He was Latin, tall, skinny and had ears that were so large, they seemed to protrude comically. 

"I think so.  The engine just started making a banging noise and I just saw some smoke from under the hood."

"I see."

I tried to read the inflection of his voice.  Was this super bad?  I couldn't exactly afford a new car now.

"Can you take a look at it?"

"Let me get my brother," he replied.

I hated this.  I wanted to be home, ordering Chinese food and watching my shows.  And then I saw the brother.  He was probably 30 and gorgeous, had a trace of a goatee, light brown skin and was at least 6'3".  He did not resemble his younger brother except that the two of them were a similar height.

"Hi, I'm Kevin.  Can you take a look at my car?"

"El told me about your problem and it sounds like an issue with your rings or your carburetor to me.  That takes time to repair and we close in an hour."

"Oh."  I could barely believe how much this sucked.  I guess I could call a cab or try to get the car to another garage which was open late.

He saw the defeat in my face and suggested "Tell you what.  Pull into that first bay and I'll do what I can now."

I did and looked around. All the workers were tall, Latin and about the same shade of brown, and they were all young and handsome -- except for big-eared 'El'.  They wore matching blue coveralls.  The helpful guy with whom I had just spoken approached me, wiping his hands with a rag. "I'm Mike.  I guess I run the place and all these guys are my little brothers."

"Who's the dad?"

"Oh, the 'Mendez' in the name of this place is my mom.  She owns the shop -- got it from one of the guys she married.  She's Mexican and loved marrying and making babies with white guys. I'm the oldest and so it's pretty much MY place."

That explained a lot.  As curious as I was to hear more, I wanted to get out of here and be home.  I popped the hood and let Mike get to work. 

"We got a waiting room to your right.  There's a TV, magazines and a pop machine."

I went there.  The TV was on a Spanish-speaking channel and I didn't bother changing it. I just watched and fell into kind of a trance from the monotony of all the quick talking that I couldn't understand.  I must have nodded off because eventually big Mike had to shake me awake.  I forgot where I was for a second.

"The good news is that it's just a few bad hoses that need replaced.  Won't cost you too much.  Bad news is that we don't have one of them and had to order it.  It might be tomorrow when we get it or the next day."

"Oh.  Well I guess I need the number of a cab then."

"Here's an idea.  Come home with us. It's a big house right up the street and Mama always cooks lots of food.  There'll be a bed for you to sleep in and everything."

No.  I wanted to go home.  But this was such a nice gesture that I pretty much had to accept the invitation. 

"Okay, great.  Thanks.  Let's go."

"It'll be fine.  You'll see.  Come on.  Do you work tomorrow?  I can drop you off."

"Yeah, but nobody is ever there on Fridays.  I can take a vacation day and just report it Monday."

"Then that's that.  Let me lock up.  Go wait outside with the guys."

So I stood on the sidewalk with the foursome who all introduced themselves:  Mark, Matt, Luke and, of course, El, who stood right next to me like we were old buddies or something.  Close up, I could see that he'd pierced his giant ear several times.  Why he wanted to draw attention to those things was beyond me, but I was a guest and had no right to judge.

Mike finished up with his nightly duties and joined us.  This was their routine, and I respected that.  We all turned a corner and headed up a hill.  Mike took me back and told me to retie my shoe or something so the others could move a little ahead in the dying daylight.  He wanted to talk privately.

"I have another brother.  He is a useless human being who spends all his time in the basement playing video games.  He resents me because I wouldn't hire him.  He has so many felonies for drugs and shit that I can't trust him around tools and shit.  All my brothers have records.  Assault, DUIs, domestic violence, and shoplifting.  They're all good men with bad mistakes in their past.  I've been charged with rape twice, but they were just bitches who were mad that I wouldn't fuck them a second time.  Charges were dropped, but my name must be on some registry somewhere I'm sure.  Sucks."

"God, I'm so boring compared to your family.  I do nothing and aspire to nothing except to live a normal life."

"Did you ever model?  You're not built, but you've got the kind of hair that could sell shampoo to bald men."

El kept turning around and looking at me from a few feet ahead.  He seemed to want to hang but with us, but Mike gave him a look to stay ahead of us.

"You all have biblical names except for El, What's that about?"

"His real name is "Luke", but we call him 'El' because he's got big ears like an elephant.  I remember the man my mom brought home to make him.  Ugliest motherfucker ever.  He didn't last long, but then baby El showed up and he's family after all.  But I'l probably have to let him go soon.  He's sick and has no plans to get himself better.  Poor bastard."

We were approaching the house.  This was my last chance to say something.  "I'm gay, Mike."

"Like I already didn't know that.  We're  a very sexual people in this area  and can pick up on lots of clues."

Then we got up the steps to steps of a pretty impressive house, Mike moved to the front and opened the giant door.  The Mom greeted us looking slightly peeved.  She was an older Mexican lady with a bright red wig and high heels.  Big Mike stopped to talk to her in heated Spanish, but she was pissed and made a motion to a stack of Pizza Hut boxes on the kitchen table.  She blurted out  a few abuses, but they didn't seem to bother any of the brothers.  El come up to my side and told me that her date for the night had canceled on her.  He put his hand on my back and told me that we were all banished to the basement for the night.  He and Mike led me down into the basement, which had been nicely finished with plush carpeting, four big sofas and a huge TV.  In front of the TV was the guy who I guessed was the unemployable brother. He barely glanced up and looked annoyed at my presence. "Goddamn, guys. You couldn't find a decent woman to bring?"

"This is going to be a 'guys only' night, Peter. So shut the fuck up," El said sharply. 

Mike spread out the pizza boxes and told us all to dig in.  I ate a piece in the time it took the others to wolf down as many as three. Well, they worked hard and probably didn't get much time to have lunch.

"Movie!" somebody called out.  El took it upon himself to hit the remote and suddenly we were watching a hetero porn.  It was kind of old and there were no condoms in sight.  Big, beefy dudes fucked little petite beauties.  Although it wouldn't have been my choice for a shared movie experience, it wasn't anything that I would call repulsive.  It was set in a locker room.  El fished a huge bottle of tequila out of a cabinet and we passed it around. I could barely get the first swallow down, but the second went down better. the third was great. Except for the stupid video, this was all in all, a  very pleasant experience. 

I took a minute to excuse myself and use the basement bathroom. When I got back, I noticed they had all taken their shoes off and three of them were rubbing their crotches. I played it cool and didn't stare. I was getting a bit of a boner myself, but not because I was in the presence of so many hard dicks belonging to hot men. We had almost polished off the whole bottle of booze when the loser brother piped up and said "So, are we going to fuck him soon? I got plans later."

Mike leaned close and whispered "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you're scared, go up to the first bedroom on the left and lock the door. They're all drunk and kind of crazy."

And then Mike stood up and spoke to the group. "Ask Kevin if wants to do it with us first". Mike looked right at Peter and added "Ask nicely."

"Dude, can I fuck you now. Please?" He stood up and started getting undressed.

I had no idea what to think -- so I let my instincts do the thinking for me. I was incredibly aroused. 

"OK. But I've never been fucked before."

That caused some general rumbling and whispers among the brothers. 

"Get on the floor and on your knees," Peter instructed. 

I was still fully-clothed, but did as I was told. Peter was completely naked when he walked over to me with his big boner bouncing with every step.  "Here we go," I thought to myself.

He turned around and said "Eat my ass."  What? I'd never ever thought of doing that. Not ever.

He was mostly hairless back there. I put my face between his butt cheeks and started putting my tongue on his hole. The taste wasn't as bad as I thought it would. It was a little sweaty though. He groaned a little and that gave me confidence to really go for it. I kissed his little pucker and then put my tongue as far into the hole as far as I could.

"Oh God, yes! The good thing about Mike bringing gay dudes here is that they will always eat ass. Girls never will. Feels so good. Stop now or I'll cum."

I pulled away and remained on my knees.  He turned back around and put that giant hard dick against my lips with the order "Suck that, fucker."

This was harder than just using my lips and tongue. I had to open wide and get as much of his organ into my mouth as I could. He put his hands on my head and urged me on further. I was afraid that he was going to insist that I take it all, but he seemed happy with how far I got. He started thrusting his hips back and forth faster and faster.

"Oh SHIT! I'm gonna CUM!" He gripped my head even tighter and made one final jab before I felt the warm, thick fluid in my mouth. My first taste of semen. He stayed still and it just kept filling my mouth. I swallowed.

"Damn!  That was nice.  Sorry I didn't get a chance to fuck your virgin ass, but I couldn't hold it in anymore."

He got dressed and I wiped my mouth on my shirt.  When I looked around, I saw that were all standing around naked, hard and stroking.  I thought it was weird that they were enjoying the sight of their brother have sex. I guess this had happened before.  Regularly.

Mike announced he was next. 

"Take off your clothes and get back on the floor.  Matt, go get one of the pool towels from the closet upstairs."

He sat down on the couch and I was just there kneeling before him.  Naked.  He stretched one leg out and said, "Rub my feet.  They ache."

I guess this is what we were doing until the towel arrived.  I massaged his giant bare foot and he made sounds of pure pleasure, "Suck my toes."  

That was my first taste of toe. I did it.  It wasn't nasty at all....a mixture of soap and maybe some sweaty funk.  I did both feet, and about the time I was finishing-up Matt appeared with the towel.  What now? 

"That felt awesome.  Women don't do that shit either.  Now eat my ass for a little bit."

He remained seated on the couch and spread his legs.  I was so hard, I was afraid I'd cum right then and there.  Moving forward a bit, I approached eating his ass in the same manner I had undertaken when I serviced Peter.  However, as I liked Mike more than Peter, I probably put more passion into the service. I should mention Mike's ass crack was abundantly hairier than his brother's.  After just a minute or so of being serviced Mike surprised me when he called out "Stop.  Stop."

I backed away as he stood.  For the first time I received a close view of his penis.  It was bigger than any of the others'.

"Just suck it for a few seconds.  I want to save my cum for your insides."

I swallowed the head and maybe two inches of the shaft when he stood, spread the towel on the floor and told me to lay on my back.  Producing a tube of lotion from somewhere, he smeared a bit on his fat dick head, as well as squirting a big glob on my ass. "Work that in a little. We'll try to make this as easy on you as possible."

And then his huge body hovered over mine, blocking out the overhead light. I felt that dick prod my hole. 'Here we go', I thought as he shoved it in.  The pain almost killed me.  I tried to scream, but only a gasp of air came out of my mouth.  Mike was not insensate - his cock lodged in my ass, he remained perfectly still, stroking my legs and lower torso as he cooed "The worst is over.  Relax, relax."

As much as I tried, I couldn't get used to it, but even as I thought I had reached the end of my endorance, the 'adjustment' was happening, so when Mike's cock resumed fucking my hole, I only whimpered a few times, and my protests were far less intense.  An expert in calming bottoms, Mike gently urged "SShh.  Sshhh.  It'll feel better soon.  I promise."

And he was right. It started to not be awful and then it started to feel good. I knew I would cum soon and hoped Mike would also.  Within minutes he had gone from a gentle fucking motion to a very vigorous assault on my ass.  I shot my load right before he did. Inside.  He let himself collapse fully on top of my body.  He was heavy, but I felt pure bliss.  Maybe soreness as well, but mostly happiness.  At last it had happened to me. 

When Mike and I disengaged and got to our feet, I noticed two points, first, there was a big circle of blood in the middle of the towel, and second, of the spectator brothers, only El was still present.

Addressing the two of us, Mike said to me "Go to the bathroom and clean up a little, Kevin," as he then turned to El and asked "Where did everybody go?"

"They shot their loads while you were fucking him," El replied.

Mike announced he was going to shower and go to bed, but before he left he said "You are El's now. Good night and have fun."

He picked up the bloody towel and left.  I went to the bathroom and used wet toilet paper to wipe up my ass and legs. When I got back, El was standing there with my clothes bunched in his arms. "Let's go up to my room."

I followed him up a few floors and couldn't help but notice how bony his body was. His butt was perfect though. I hoped he wanted it eaten too. Once we were under the covers, he started smothering me with kisses. I worried that my mouth had had asses and dicks and cum in it. But he knew that and had seen everything. I kissed him with what I was feeling like was passion. He was really turning me on.

"You know why they always make me go last?  It's because I have AIDS."

I guess I probably already knew that.

"We've shared so many people, that I'm pretty sure all of us have the virus -- even the Great Mike. I'm the only one with symptoms so they make me the final guy to fuck. We don't have to, but I sure would like to have sex with you, Kevin."

"Yes. I want you to fuck me."

I've never been so certain of something. I kissed his entire body, head to toe, giving El the highest level of service I could, after which, as I lay on my back, El crouched between my legs, lifted them up, leaned forward, and entered my hole.  It didn't hurt nearly as bad this time around.  I really got a chance to enjoy being fucked, and we grunted, groaned and moaned in delight.  Then my cock blew its load - for a second time that night, which apparently triggered El's explosion as he muttered "Oh yeah, baby. I'm giving you my seed...right....NOW!"

It was the most intense moment of my life. I now understood why it's not a terrible idea to break routine once and a while. We just stayed in that position and kissed for a long time. 

"Just so you know...your car's already fixed. Mike tricked you, but I'm so glad he did. You're part of the Mendez family. It's in your DNA now."

We were falling asleep, but my final thought was that I sure hoped my car would break down again soon.

[Hotload84]

Nice re-writes, Toon.  Good job.

[Bicycledude]

My car needs servicing ?

[Toon]

10 hours ago, Hotload84 said:

Nice re-writes, Toon.  Good job.

Thanks, man.

[bjbottom]

Great story, glad I missed the original!