Love is Strange: A Taboo Anthology

by Yolanda Olson

Finally, Van looks up at me.

  “I don’t care that you’re gay. I could deal with that, no problem. The fact that you’re hooking up with your brother? That’s something that I will never understand or be okay with.”

  He gets up and walks over to the door. He places his hand on the door knob but doesn’t open the door. He turns around and looks at Graham and me.

  “I’ll keep your secret, mostly because I don’t want to have to think about or talk about this ever again. But I can’t be friends with you, either of you, anymore.” He stands by the door, shaking his head in disbelief once again, before opening the door and leaving.

  I exhale a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding in after he shuts the door behind him, but I am anything but relieved.

  “God damn it!” I scream. Graham gets up and walks over to me.

  “Hey, Griff. It’s fine. He’s not going to say anything.”

  “Nothing is fine, Graham. None of this is fine! Whatever this lapse in judgement was, is over.”

  “Griffin, you can continue to deny this-” he moves his hand back and forth between the two of us, “deny what we just did and how we made each other feel as much as you want to, but you that’s not how you truly feel. Both of us know that.”

  He reaches his hands up and cups my cheeks. I am red in the face and my body feels like it’s on fire. I swallow and take a deep breath.

  “Just let yourself feel, Griff,” he says.

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t feel a damn thing.”

  Graham looks like he got punched in the face. The idea that I hurt him makes my heart twinge, but I’m not sorry. That’s exactly what this was. A huge mistake.

  Chapter Seven

  Graham

  If I could have gotten out of our mixer this evening, I would have. The last thing I feel like doing right now, when my whole world has just been flipped upside down, is partying. However, since our frat is the host, there is no way of getting out of this.

  Sitting on a stool at the bar on the main floor, I look out at all of the other party-goers. I see how happy they are. How horny they are. They’re dancing. They’re drinking. They’re making out. One girl has her hand down a guy’s shorts on the dance floor. Just like I did earlier in the bathroom with Griff.

  Just thinking about it again gets me hard, but the shattering pain of heartache is like jumping into a pool filled with ice water. As I continue to gaze around the room I notice Chuck, a guy who I used to hook up with, standing in line for the keg. I haven’t seen him in a while. I thought maybe he dropped out or something. There is a large group of people around him, all waiting for their turn to do a keg stand.

  My attention gets drawn into a different room where several guys are going shot-for-shot. One of them just puked on himself and fell off his chair. Everyone around him begins shouting “ewww!”

  I start to feel bad for the guy, but all of a sudden Griffin comes into view. He’s drunk and making out with some red-head. I watch as he runs his hands over her back, down her sides, over her ass, squeezing it hard. White hot jealousy runs through my veins as I see Griffin take her hand and lead her up the stairs. My eyes continue to follow them as they head toward our room.

  Fuck. No.

  I am out of my mind with anger as I get up off of the stool and wobble slightly. All of the beer that I’ve had that evening finally kicking in now that I’m standing. I make my way over to the keg.

  “Chuck, good to see you man,” I say to him as I clap him on the back with a slight squeeze. He looks surprised to see me.

  “Graham, wow. You look great! How have you been?” he asks.

  “I’ve been okay. A little lonely… where have you been? I haven’t seen you around recently.”

  “Oh, I was in a study abroad program in Spain last semester. I just got back two weeks ago.”

  “Dude, that sounds awesome. I’m sure there were some amazing sights over there,” I wink at him and glare into his eyes, flirtatiously. I run my fingers down from his shoulder to his waist and finger the little sliver of skin that’s showing under his t-shirt.

  His face goes red and he moves his hand to cover his hard-on. He’s out, but he’s always been extremely conservative when it comes to his sexuality.

  I lean in and whisper in his ear, “Want to go upstairs and make up for lost time?” Then I nibble on his earlobe a little.

  He looks around to see if anyone is watching. His pupils are dilated and I can imagine the zipper of his pants lightly scraping the skin of his erection as his cock grows harder. He grabs my hand with his and squeezes.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” I say as I lead him across the living room to the steps. It’s torture moving at a normal pace, when all I want to do is run after Griffin and tear his hands from the that girl’s body. As I begin to climb the stairs, I peer over the railing at the living room below to see if anyone is watching me, “anyone” meaning Van. The last thing we need is for him to open his mouth and let our other frat brothers in on our little secret.

  Thankfully, when my eyes find him, he has his back to the stairs. With that I make my way up to Griffin and his newest conquest. I’m determined to show him that feeling is stronger than denial. I know how he feels about me. And I’m going to prove it to him right now. He needs to understand how serious I am about not letting him go without a fight.

  Griffin

  Making out with a girl doesn’t hold a candle to making out with Graham. The thought has me over compensating and the girl, I don’t even know her name, begins to push me away a little.

  “Hey there, killer,” she says with a laugh, “slow it down a little.”

  “Sorry, you’re right. I just can’t help myself,” I respond, pulling my bottom lip through my teeth and squeezing her ass.

  “Now, lay back and relax. I know how to make you feel good.”

  I lay back on my bed as she sits up, still straddling me, and takes her shirt off and throws it onto the floor. I reach for her boobs and squeeze a little before she backs up so she can get to the button of my pants.

  Once she has them unbuttoned, she stares at me while she licks her upper lip and reaches in for my cock.

  “Oh my, I have some work to do, don’t I?” she jokes as she takes my nearly flaccid dick into her hand.

  Fuck. Not right now. Come on Griff, get it together.

  “All that fucking beer,” I begin, “doesn’t work in a guy’s favor.”

  “Well, I can help you with that,” she says as she leans over and kisses me again.

  I move my hand under her skirt and grab her ass again. Then I move toward her front and run my hand over her lacy thong. I can feel the heat and moisture between her legs. I pull her thong over to one side to get better access to her slit. I run my fingers through her wetness so it will be easier to push inside.

  I insert two fingers right away and she cries out with pleasure, a moan escaping between our lips. As I curve my fingers and begin stroking deep inside, she releases my mouth and places her head on my chest, panting heavily. I work my fingers faster bringing her toward a release that I know she is very close to getting.

  She cries out before I feel a little wet warmth trickling down my hand.

  “Oh my God. That felt so good.” She pulls my hand out and moves her body down mine. She puts her mouth on my cock and begins to suck it, in and out, up and down.

  At that moment, I hear a crash as the door flies open.

  “What the fuck?” I scream. I thought I locked the door behind us. My cock grows and becomes rock hard at the sight before me. My body grows hot with lust and anger wrapped together.

  Graham.

  He is making out with some guy. They have their hands all over each other. The girl on top of me looks up to see what’s happening. Apparently, she isn’t bothered by other people hooking up in here at the same time because she doesn’t stop stroking me for a second. I hear her talking but I can’t make out the words. She is quick to put her mout
h back on my cock.

  I look over and see Graham back the guy up into the room a little more. They’re both hurrying to unbuckle the other’s belt, as if they were having a contest to see who the winner would be. I watch as Graham’s shorts fall to the ground just before the guy he’s kissing latches onto his dick. As this happens, my eyes shoot straight to Graham’s. He is staring at me, eyes hooded with lust, sticking his tongue down this guy’s throat.

  I look back to the girl with my dick in her mouth. I take her hair and pull it onto the top of her head, securing it in one hand. I use it to guide her in and out. Changing positions, I sit up and move to the side of the bed. I put her on her knees and stand up in front of her. I hold onto her head just like I held onto Graham’s earlier in the bathroom.

  With this, Graham pushes the guy backward until his legs hit the bed before they both fall over on top of one another. Graham begins to move down the guy’s body. Taking his shorts and boxers with him as he goes. The second I see this guy’s hard dick pop out of his pants, I lose it. Forgetting the poor girl on her knees in front of me, I move over to the bed and throw Graham off the side.

  Then I pick up whoever the fuck this kid is, walk him over to the door, and kick him out. I turn toward the girl, who has a look of utter confusion plastered across her face and I move my head toward the door, motioning for her to leave too. She grabs her shirt off the floor and leaves, putting it over her head on the way.

  “Jesus, Griffin! What’s gotten into you?” he screams.

  I slam the door shut and make sure it’s locked this time. I turn around and stalk over toward Graham with purpose.

  “What the fuck dude?” He backs away from me slightly as if he’s afraid I’m going to hit him.

  Our lips crash together for the second time that day as we fall backward onto his bed. Our hands are all over one another, grabbing each other’s hair. Scratching up each other’s chests. Fuck, this is so wrong, but everything about the way he’s touching me, the way he is massaging my tongue with his, the way his hands are tugging at my hair, feels so right. It spurs me on. I stand up and flip him over onto his stomach. I grab my dick in one hand and start jerking off. With the other hand, I spread his cheeks apart and spit on his puckered hole. I take my cock and touch it to the spot. If I do this, there will be no going back. It will be cemented for the rest of our lives. The thought makes me excited as I spread the saliva all over the hole before thrusting my cock all the way in.

  I scream with relief. With euphoria. It feels so good. So tight. So perfect.

  Epilogue

  Griffin

  My eyes open as the light outside of the window glows brighter. I feel someone’s arm around me, spooning me from behind. Graham. Memories of last night flood my brain. Instead of guilt and regret, I feel happiness and peace. I also feel his erection on the back of my leg. More than that, I can feel my own, hard as a rock. I break away from him before rolling him over onto his stomach. He is still asleep. I lay down with my cock between his ass cheeks, my hands run over his back lightly. I lace my arms underneath his and I take his chin in one of my hands before turning his face and kissing his soft lips. I begin to work my dick back and forth, rubbing myself against him, trying to wake him up lightly and also trying not to come right away.

  He stirs a little and his eyes flutter open. I pull my face away from his for a second and put a finger up to his lips. He opens and sucks on it gently, still not fully awake. I pull it out slowly and move my hand down to his ass. I part his cheeks and find my way toward his puckered hole.

  “Are you sore?” I ask. He nods his head no.

  I move my finger around, making sure to coat all of it with a layer of saliva and begin rubbing gently so I don’t hurt him when I push it all the way in. A sound escapes from his lips when my finger breaches the threshold.

  “Fuck, Griff,” he moans, “Oh my God.”

  Moving my finger in and out, I lean down and bite the skin covering his shoulder blade. He inhales a sharp breath. I release his skin from between my teeth as I continue massaging his hole. I move my finger in and out slowly, sensually, and after a few minutes, I hear him speak again.

  “Roll over, I want to touch you too.”

  I give him one more kiss, flicking my tongue against his as I go. I roll over onto my side and he does the same so we are facing one another. He runs his hands up my chest and cups my cheek.

  “Are you sure?” he asks me.

  I look him straight in the eyes. This is it. I should put a stop to this. I can end it all right now. I can get up, walk out, and act like none of this ever happened.

  But I don’t want to. I love the feeling running through me. I love the feel of Graham’s hands on my body. I love the thought of laying here, in his bed with him. About to feel things in ways that I’ve never felt them before.

  “Absolutely,” I answer.

  With that, he reaches down for my cock and I do the same to him. We mirror one another’s movements for a while, before relaxing into a rhythm. I reach down and cup his balls, taking turns massaging each between my fingers. Then, I get up and kneel down on the floor on the side of the bed. I reach for his hand and help him sit up. I spread his knees apart and scoot further in, so I can reach his cock with my mouth.

  “You may need to guide me a little,” I look up and say to him timidly.

  “You’ll be perfect,” he answers as he leans over and kisses me on my forehead.

  I take his dick in my hand and stroke it a few times before I stick my tongue out and lick the drop of precum from the tip. It’s a foreign taste but isn’t unpleasant, as I had originally thought it would be. I open wide and move him into my mouth. Just a little at first and then a little bit more once I begin to get comfortable. Graham runs his hands through my hair, massaging my scalp as if he knows that I am going to need some comfort. After several minutes, Graham moves his hand from my head to my chin. I open my eyes and they lock with his.

  “Hey, come here,” he says.

  I remove my mouth from his dick and sit on the bed next to him.

  “I’m sorry that I’m not very good at it,” I say.

  “Griff, you’re amazing. But there is something that I’ve been wanting to do with you for a long time. I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Okay,” I say.

  “Turn around and get on all fours.”

  When he notices the scared look on my face, he says, “Trust me. Please? I promise it’s not what you think. I wouldn’t try that without getting you worked up first anyway.”

  I nod my head and turn slowly, crawling to the middle of the bed. I feel Graham move in behind me.

  “Tell me if you want me to stop. Okay?” he requests, his hands landing on my lower back.

  I nod my head and turn back around to face the headboard.

  I feel something cold and slippery slide down my crack and before I get a chance to react, something soft as velvet is there, lapping it up. I turn a little to see what Graham is doing. When I do, my eyes lock with his. The lust in each staring back at one another and begging for more.

  I turn my head back toward the headboard and let Graham continue. Bliss is the only word I can think to describe the feeling I get with each stroke of my brother’s tongue over my puckered hole. My dick gets hard between my legs. As if sensing this, Graham reaches under me and takes it in his hand.

  “Oh my God, Graham. You’re about to make me come. Why does that feel so good?” I turn around and look at him.

  “If you think that feels good, then you’ll love what comes next.”

  Still stroking my cock underneath of me, Graham takes his finger and holds it up under his mouth. He spits and drizzles it all over his finger, twirling it around as he does so. Once his finger is completely covered, he spits again, brings it to my opening and rubs gently. Every few circles, he pushes in a little bit. He gets further each time. I am stunned at how amazing this feels.

  “You’re twitching,” he says. “You like this.”<
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  “I can’t believe it but, yeah. It feels so fucking good.

  He spits on my hole again and works another finger in.

  “Fuck, I don’t know if I can take much more,” I moan. The stretching is beginning to hurt a little.

  “Okay. I’ll hold it here for a few minutes to let you adjust.” As I nod, he takes my cock in his hand and begins to stroke it again. The longer he does it, the less pain I feel from behind. The sensation allows my body to relax enough for him to put a third finger in.

  “Shiiit…” I whimper.

  Once again, he strokes my cock and lets my hole adjust.

  “I think it’s safe to move a little, now.”

  He begins moving his fingers slowly in and out. I take my cock from him and resume the stroking. He moves his other hand to my balls and begins to massage them. The back and forth of his fingers gets a little faster. A little faster, again. Even faster still.

  “Ahhh… I’m going to come, Graham. Fuckkk…”

  Graham pulls his fingers out of me. He reaches around the front and grabs my dick again.

  “You’re going to need both arms in a second.”

  “Why?” I ask as he pushes in from behind and I crumble down onto to the mattress.

  “To hold yourself up,” Graham says after the fact, laughing.

  Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh FUCK. The stretching, it both hurts and feels so good at the same time. I don’t know if I am screaming from the pain or the pleasure but, in this moment, I don’t care.

  In this moment, I am captured between lust and love, right and wrong, brother and lover. I don’t know which way is up, but I do know that I have never felt this much of a connection to anyone else.

  “Graham, I’m so fucking close, man,” I gasp.

  “Same here. Almost there!” he grunts.

  “Graham…”

  “Griffin…”

  We’re pushed over the edge at the same time, but we catch each other. We fall to our side, Graham still inside of me. Both of us in a tired and sweaty heap. I am dazed and have spots dotting my vision.