Just One More

But that’s how it goes in Russian banyas. There were men of all sizes around, strolling around naked, letting it all hang out with no compunction, wandering around in the steam. More often than not, these guys were overweight, their bellies so huge that you couldn’t see their genitals due to the overhang of their supersize stomachs, so at least we were spared that.

But as we got comfortable in a sauna, Vlad grew jumpy. There were a couple other guys who’d made no comment when we entered the space, lying around in a half-daze, barely awake even. But Vlad was suddenly startled, his eyes darting right and left, looking like a scared rabbit despite his massive size.

“You … you do it now,” he said in his heavily-accented English.

“Do what man?” asked Bryan, a towel draped over his head, his face hidden.

“These men,” said Vlad. “They’re the dragon heads, the masters. They want to see it now.”

“What, my friend?” I asked more forcefully. “What do they want to see? My tats? My brother’s tats? We got some good ones from the gulag, I assure you,” I said casually. And we had. In addition to the designs already spread across our chests, we’d gotten some additional ones which supposedly had special meaning in Russian jailhouse lore, if the NYPD culture specialists were accurate.

But Vlad merely shook his head.

“No,” he whispered, bringing his head closer to ours. “They want to see you fuck. All the boys do it as a sign of legitimacy. Otherwise, zzzzipt!” he said, drawing a finger across his neck.

I have to say, I was still confused.

“Fuck who?” I asked, fast losing patience. “Where are the whores? I’m happy to fuck some juicy pussy if that’s what they want to see,” I grunted.

“No, no,” whispered Vlad, his eyes still darting around nervously. “Fuck each other, man. That’s the agreement. You fuck each other in front of the audience in order to establish your legitimacy.”

I was disgusted and horrified when I heard those words. Fuck my brother? A man whom I grew up with? This was fucking disgusting and I was ready to stalk out, mission be damned when Bryan interrupted.

“Sure no problem, Vlad,” he said smoothly, his face a blank wall. “You got any condoms?”

I looked at him, struggling to control my expression. This was the most fucked-up undercover operation ever. What did Bryan have in mind? Some fake act where nothing actually touched? No penetration? How were we going to pull that off with a live audience mere feet away?

But Vlad seemed relieved, pulling out what looked like a small first aid kit. When he popped the lid, I saw that it full of condoms, lube, and sex toys. Oh yeah, there were vibrators, butt plugs, everything you might need to have a good time at the bathhouse.

“Here, XL ok?” he asked, passing a gold-covered foil to my brother. Bryan took it, his eyes flashing.

“More than okay, it’s the only size I can manage,” he said smoothly, whipping his towel off.

And that was the first time I’d gotten a look at my twin’s dong since we were boys. Sure, we’d been on the football team together in high school, but I never gazed at another man’s cock on purpose, you know what I mean? I’d been just as alpha as the rest of the guys, snapping towels and wisecracking in the locker room, professing my love of pussy, cunt and snatch, in that order.

So when my brother began rolling the condom onto his massive prick, I was horrified, although careful not give anything away with my expression. Hopefully this was all some sick joke and the SWAT team was about to burst in, blowing the need for this farce.

But Bryan merely gestured to me after rolling the rubber on, the latex sheathing that veiny pole. Oh god, it was huge, his deeply pink balls hanging heavily behind the massive steel, threatening yet appetizing at once. Shit, had I just thought the word “appetizing”? This was getting more and more fucked up. It must have been the heat in the sauna driving me to hallucinations.

But like a servant, I did as Bryan gestured and got on all fours, nude, my own dong poking out rock-hard and stiff. Because yeah, I’d gotten a boner. The sight of my brother’s perfectly sculpted body coupled with that massive fuckpole was a turn-on, and an aphrodisiac that my body couldn’t ignore. Plus the fact that all eyes were on us was making me hot and hungry, and I wanted to see where this was going.

Still expecting an abort at the last minute, I felt Bryan’s hand on my ass, that big palm smoothing over my skin, stroking, massaging even as I tensed in anticipation. He dragged his index finger to my hole, massaging the pucker even as I shivered.