My Brother Confessed What He Did at That Farmhouse

That holiday Monday, after dinner, my parents went into their room and my brother Iván followed me into mine under the pretext of killing the night with the console. We both knew the console was just an excuse. What we really wanted was to compare what each of us had lived through over the long weekend, away from the other.

I started. I told him about Dad’s tantrum with the cousin from Pereira, the tension at the birthday party, all that stuff I know makes him let out a quick laugh. While I talked, Iván settled himself on my bed. First his left leg over mine, then his head resting on my thighs, the console controller forgotten on the sheet. Beneath his thin pajama pants, his hard cock was outlined. I wasn’t doing any better.

—Your turn —I said when I finished.

Iván turned his face a little, looked at the ceiling, and began.

***

There were five of them at Samuel’s farmhouse. Bruno, Nicolás, Samuel, Diego, and Iván. All around nineteen, all in college, all with that same semester exhaustion and that same urge not to remember anything until Tuesday. The place belonging to Samuel’s parents was straight out of a magazine: a large pool, a jacuzzi, a pool table area, a covered grill, tall trees throwing shade all the way over the water.

Iván didn’t dwell on describing Bruno to me. Bruno was Bruno, a regular guy, neither ugly nor handsome. But he drew Nicolás in detail: tan skin, strong brows, a body honed in the gym, good legs, and an ass you could tell through any pair of shorts. Samuel, the host, was nearly six feet tall, strong, with a defined chest and abs, two tattoos on the right side of his chest. Diego was light black-skinned, tall, slim, with braided hair and, according to a rumor already circulating among them, a thin, long cock.

—But the ones who blew my mind weren’t them —Iván said—. It was Samuel’s parents.

The mother, Beatriz, a blonde woman in her forties, voluptuous, with big breasts and a pair of hips you couldn’t ignore. Iván confessed that more than once he’d imagined her on top of him. But that afternoon, for the first time, it was the father who stole his gaze. Ricardo. Forty-three years old, six foot one, shaved head, neatly trimmed black beard, thick tattooed arms from the gym, a voice that boomed when he spoke.

—It was the first time I saw him as a man —my brother said—. And it fucked me up.

***

The afternoon passed with the pool, beers, reggaeton, dares, and jokes. The parents came in and out of the game. When night fell, it was the boys’ turn to cook. Diego, who had a cook’s touch, made spaghetti. They ate light because later Ricardo was going to fire up the grill. Beer gave way to aguardiente. Ricardo took control of the speaker and salsa, vallenato, and popular music started playing. Iván settled himself at the pool table as the father’s partner, looking for an excuse to get closer, earn his trust, listen to that voice up close. Beatriz gave in to the liquor before anyone else and went upstairs to sleep.

At some point in the early hours, Iván saw Diego slip quietly toward the back of the house and disappear among the trees. Curiosity got him moving. He went out another way, took a detour, and found him smoking a joint hidden behind an eucalyptus tree.

—Fuck, you scared me —Diego said when he saw him appear—. I thought it was Don Ricardo.

—Relax. Pass me one.

They smoked in silence for a while. The moon peeked through the branches; the surrounding lamps gave off a dim light. Diego spoke first.

—We’re missing a girl —he said—. Imagine being here, smoking, with a mouth sucking your cock.

—That would be —Iván replied, playing along.

—Rum gets me hotter than hell. Whatever I catch tonight, I’ll split in two.

—And with that monster of yours, I don’t doubt it.

Diego laughed softly, pulled down his shorts without thinking, and let his cock hang out, showing it in the moonlight. He slid the foreskin up and down with his free hand, slowly, while he sucked on the joint.

—It’d be fucking amazing to have someone kneeling while I smoke.

—Yeah —said Iván—. It would.

—There wouldn’t happen to be a gay guy or a bi guy on this farm willing to suck me off.

Iván stayed quiet. Diego didn’t look away.

—Would you really let a guy suck it? —Iván asked at last.

—A guy I trust, baby. A hot little guy like you. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time.

—I didn’t know that.

—Come on, man. We both want it.

Iván smiled without changing his face, took a step, grabbed his cock, and knelt. It was what they said: long, straight, a thick vein running up the shaft to the head. He took it in as if he’d been thinking about doing it for weeks. Diego held his head gently, not forcing him, letting him decide the pace. Iván sucked the balls, came back to the cock, took it deep until his throat felt like it was splitting.

And then they heard footsteps and Bruno shouting their names. Iván stood up, Diego shoved his shorts back on at the speed of fear.

—We’ll keep going later —Diego muttered—. Don’t leave me like this.

***

They returned to the pool area as if nothing had happened. Ricardo was singing, leaning against the speaker. He asked where they’d been, and Samuel answered for everyone, saying they’d been touring the property. Iván sat on a lounge chair next to the father’s and got him talking. They talked about soccer, about university, about Iván’s parents. Then Ricardo shifted to women, asked whether he had a girlfriend, what he liked, whether he’d already known a woman. Iván answered what he had to answer. What he was really thinking was how that man would look without the blue shorts on, what was under that fabric.

—Horses in the pool! —Nicolás shouted from the water—. Whoever doesn’t get in gets thrown in.

They formed three pairs: Diego with Samuel, Bruno with Nicolás, and Iván on Ricardo’s shoulders. For Iván it was a gift from heaven. Feeling the father’s hands gripping his thighs, the man’s neck between his legs, the broad, warm back below him. His cock got hard under the swimsuit and the rubbing was constant. Ricardo said nothing, not a word, not a gesture. Total composure.

Iván won a round and asked as punishment that the losing pairs strip off their swimwear. Diego started, pulled his cock out again, the others followed amid laughter. The next round Iván let himself lose on purpose. Diego, serious-faced, handed down the sentence: Ricardo and he had to take off their shorts. At first Ricardo refused, didn’t want to carry the boy with his ass bare and his cock pressed against his neck. His son persuaded him through laughter. He gave in.

When he climbed back onto the father’s shoulders, Iván felt Ricardo’s bare skin between his legs. He got hard so fast he had to pray the water would hide it. Then they swapped roles. Ricardo, already quite drunk, didn’t even put a shirt between his ass and the boy’s shoulders. Iván carried him. The father’s cock brushing his nape, the thighs on his shoulders, the weight, the voice, the heat. He got hard again, hidden under the water.

The game ended in grabbing and spanking. Diego, as the winner, ordered that each rider grab his horse’s cock. Bruno squeezed Nicolás’s and made him yell. Iván had to squeeze Ricardo’s. He hesitated out of politeness; everyone was chanting, “grab it, grab it.” Ricardo thrust his pelvis forward, offering himself under the water. Iván took it. Ricardo held his hand over his cock for a good while, shameless, smiling, not letting go. Then he got out of the pool laughing, poured himself a long drink, and sat down on a lounge chair declaring he wasn’t playing anymore, that the game had gotten dangerous.

***

At five in the morning Ricardo said goodbye, ran a hand over Iván’s head as he passed, and went to sleep. Bruno and Nicolás were already defeated in a lounge chair. Samuel, Diego, and Iván were left. Diego kept meeting Iván’s eyes in a way that was no longer discreet: he was rubbing his cock over his shorts every time Samuel looked away.

They turned off the lights, carried Bruno to his bed, and Samuel went into his room. Diego tapped Iván on the shoulder.

—Let’s smoke outside.

They went out to the dark area, the same one as before, now denser because the first light of day was beginning to outline itself above the tree canopy.

—You’re going to finish what you started —Diego said.

—That was an accident, man.

—Have another accident.

He held Iván’s head with one hand and guided it to his crotch. This time Iván went slower. He lowered his shorts, kissed the cock over the underwear, then over the skin, then took it all the way in. Diego groaned above him, smoked the joint between drags, let out an “uff, that’s fucking hot, baby” every so often. Iván wrapped his arms around his hard, tense ass. He deep-throated him until tears filled his eyes.

After a while Diego lifted him, turned him against the tree, pulled down his shorts, spat in his hand, and began feeling his ass, getting ready to get inside. Iván pulled away.

—If you’re going to put it in me, you need to prep me properly.

—How, man?

—Suck me off.

—No, no way. I’ve never done that.

—Then nothing.

They negotiated for a while in whispers. Diego admitted he did it with women and loved it, but with a man, never. Iván gave him the usual line: imagine I’m a girl, this doesn’t get told, this didn’t leave here. Diego gave in. He knelt behind him. Iván leaned forward, spread his ass cheeks, and offered them up.

—What a fucking ass, man.

Diego’s huge hands spread him wider. He felt the breath first, then a short lick, another, and suddenly the whole tongue, determined, hungry. Diego forgot he was eating the ass of his buddy, his teammate, his friend of four years. He ate it like he’d gone months without food.

When Iván felt the opening, dilated and ready, Diego stood up and aimed again. This time he went in without resistance. He started moving slowly, then hard. He grabbed his shoulders, put one leg up on the tree root, and sped up. He got him on all fours, took him by the waist, and fucked him balls-deep. Diego’s breathing, ragged, smelling of aguardiente and weed, burned the back of his neck. Daylight was starting to seep through the branches.

—Uff, that’s fucking hot, what a real little girl.

Diego came inside him. He pulled out his cock, still smeared with cum, and shoved it into Iván’s mouth so he’d clean it. Iván sucked until he got the last drops out, kneeling in the damp earth, jerking himself with one hand. Before he could finish, Diego held him by the hair, pointed his cock off to one side, and started pissing.

Iván didn’t know whether it was the booze, the joints, the built-up heat, or something more intimate, but he felt that stream belonged to him too. He grabbed the cock and directed it at his face, his chest, his open mouth. He bathed himself in hot piss while he jerked off. He came with an intensity he’d never felt, swallowing a thin thread mixed with spit and cum.

They stayed there breathing for a few minutes. Then Iván jumped into the pool, still dressed, to clean himself off, went into the shower, and got into bed. Diego was already asleep. It took him a while to fall asleep. Diego had always been a friend from classrooms and fields, never a desirable body. That night he discovered a hidden treasure. He thought about the cock, the huge hands, the tongue, the hot piss running down his neck, and before sleeping he gave himself another long, silent handjob.

***

Sunday and Monday passed between the pool, parchís, pool, and naps. Diego never brought it up again. Ricardo, on the other hand, was strangely attentive. He paired himself with Iván in every game, told him he was the partner he needed, passed him his plate first. But nothing concrete happened. Iván went home with his head full of images, not quite knowing whether what had happened at the farm was a one-time thing or the beginning of something.

***

When he finished telling me, both of us had our cocks out. Each had grabbed the other’s almost without realizing it, jerking off in silence while he told the story. We already knew each other’s rhythm: what my brother needed from my hand and what I needed from his. We had never talked about this. We never would. Iván turned his body, put my cock in his mouth, and started sucking it with his eyes closed, still hot from the story. Then it was my turn. I took care of him the same way. When we both finished, without a word, he adjusted his pajamas, wished me good night, and went to his room to sleep.