Blood Of The Wilde - 5. The Last Days Of Our Past (Part 1)

[25 years earlier]

William's green eyes blinked slowly from behind the balcony, locked on the crystal clear water that filled the pool downstairs, whose surface was hectic and disorganized as several young men and women splashed around inside it. They laughed and groaned, passing a small plastic ball between them as the young women sitting around the stoned edge expertly faked their enthusiasm to get the boy's attention. William's eyes rolled slowly at their pathetic attempt. Being 18 years of age, his foot inside the hallways of manhood, William's aged soul hid blatantly underneath his youthful surface. Rather than indulge in activities boys his age did, one would frequently find him reading, listening to music, and spending time alone, internally criticizing the shallow behavior of everyone around him.

Now and then, as he brushed the sweat off his forehead, his gaze would focus on one particular boy. He was 23 years old, and his skin was tanned. His chest was softly coated with a dark fuzz, the most luscious thick layer of dark raven hair, a flawless physique, and behind the wet hair locks that fell over his face, the most alluring, deep green eyes.

"Johnny!" A girl sitting at the edge of the pool hollered, pushing her chest forward and clutching her boobs together as she motioned with her fingers, beckoning the stud to approach, which seemed to get John's attention immediately, his vibrant lips unfurling, exposing his alluring smile.

"Fucking bitch." William commented to himself as he shook his head slowly from side to side.

John glid across the water, his massive torso splitting through all the young bodies floating around him before finally reaching the young woman. As he did, his manly hands broke the surface, brushing up her legs into her thighs. William could see her leaning into his brother in slow motion, her mouth coasting into his ear as her eyes teased her friends sitting beside them. John's chiseled face dove inside her neck, and soon, she was hysterically laughing at whatever obscenity he whispered into her. William could feel his blood boil with rage as his lips tried to mimic whatever John's lips mumbled in the distance.

Few things in his life made William tick, his privileged upbringing having deprived his youth of any sense of wonderment. But he could always count on John to pull him out of his bored misery. Since he was a child, William had been obsessed with his brother. His body, his voice, his breath, and his scent. And even though he would rather die than have John know of his feelings, the feeling of lusting over his brother from afar was beginning to feel unbearable. Having limited access to the outside world, growing up in a house as big as theirs, and having to entertain himself most of the time had allowed William's obsession to grow untamed. But unlike other young men his age, William seemed unbothered by his unconventional feelings. In fact, he relished them as if they had become his only friends, constant and unfailing companions of his mind and spirit.

His beautiful, deep green eyes lingered on his brother, stalking the hunk's every move as he dragged the girl out of the pool and tossed her drenched body over one of his broad shoulders.

"Where the fuck are you going, Johnny?" One of the young men inside the pool hollered as he stretched his arms outwards.

"I'll be back in ten minutes." He replied as the young girl giggled, her face bumping into his chest as he strolled up the steps to the house. "Make that twenty!" John added, his feet playfully bouncing as he disappeared inside the house, holding the girl like a sack of potatoes.

"Fuck!" William exclaimed.

He had been so absorbed in his thoughts, daydreaming as he obsessed over John, that he failed to remember sneaking inside his brother's room. More frequently than he would admit, he would creep into the hunk's room and wander around, going through his stuff and indiscriminately smelling his sheets and dirty clothes. It's not like they weren't close, and William would often sleep in John's room unless he had girls around, which seemed to be the case. William's body bounced off the balcony floor, and he rushed across the large room for the door. But as he reached it, he halted, surprised by how close John's steps in the hallway seemed to be getting to the bedroom door. He wouldn't make it in time, William thought. In a desperate attempt to not be caught, he leaped sideways and sneaked inside John's bathroom, gently closing the door with a soft click, just as his brother blasted his way into the room, holding the girl on his shoulder. By now, William couldn't see anything. But as he crouched on the bathroom floor, his back against the door, he could hear every breath of air inside.

"Shouldn't you close the door?" The girl asked, her voice shaking as she bounced on the hunk's back.

"Relax. Nobody's around." John replied, tossing her body on the bed, propelling the girl to chuckle.

"What about your brother?" She insisted.

"He's probably upstairs, in the attic." He appeased.

By now, William's curiosity had taken hold, and his body slowly turned as his hand held the doorknob, turning slowly and unlocking the door silently. He spread it just enough for his eyes to pierce through the tiniest crack. Through it, he could see John's massive back facing him, the hunk's fingers already pulling his swim truck's waistband down, exposing his muscular ass and dark fuzzed legs.

"Come here." John's raspy voice muttered as he stepped forward and pulled the girls' legs over to the edge of the bed. He grabbed her two-piece swimsuit with both hands and ripped it off in one swoop, bra and panties, yanking her body slightly forward.

"Jesus, Johnny, you fucking broke it!" The girl quibbled, both annoyed and exhilarated.

"I'll buy you a new one." John calmly replied, kneeling on the floor as he unfurled the girl's legs, diving his head inside her crotch. As he did, a loud, high-pitched, uncontrollable moan erupted from her mouth.

Inside the bathroom, William's cock twitched under his shorts. His heart raced, and he felt sweat building on his hands.

"Fuck..." The girl moaned again, her entire body hidden behind John's massive figure that loomed over her, his dark, luscious hair moving in waves as his head danced between her legs. Slowly, John's right arm came up, his fingers sliding gently into her pussy. "Oh, God..." She wailed, her arms stretching forward as they gripped the sheets around her.

"Keep it down," John ordered as he pulled away. "I don't want Will to hear." He explained before lunging his mouth and tongue back inside her pussy. But by now, her wails were sounding. The hunk took his left hand up and gagged the girl's mouth, preventing her moans from spilling over into the hallway.

John went down on her for several minutes, the slurping sounds of his munching echoing across the large room. And behind the bathroom door, William observed, his hand caressing his cock as his eyes zeroed in on his brother's muscled body.

"Fuck, I need to stick it in." John blasted as he pulled away, his voice slightly rushed. He rose from the ground, his right hand stroking his cock as he pulled his pelvis forward, pushing himself inside the girl's legs. He started slapping his cock over her, nudging the tip inside her trembling lips. "Fuck, yeah." He rasped energetically. He threw his head back, moaning as his cock slid inside her.

"Wow, wow, wow." The girl immediately warned, her hands pressing against John's chiseled stomach as she attempted to pull herself away from him.

"Shhh...c'mon, don't back out now." He teased, his body chasing her as he fell on top of her body, pinning it under him. As he fell over her, his butt cheeks clenched, and he pushed further inside. From the crack in the door, William could see his brother's massive balls squeezed into the girl's thighs.

Without a moment's notice, John was thrusting into her, his beautiful, muscular ass bouncing up and down. It was then that William finally saw John's hard cock for the first time. There it was, in all his glory. It was massive, probably 9 inches, although it was hard to tell since half of it was concealed inside the girl. But what was most impressive about it wasn't the length but its monstrous girth. Shaped like a giant zucchini with the middle section was wider than the rest. As it entered the young woman's pussy, it seemed to stretch her walls into a thin layer, almost ripping it. Soon, her wails became pleasurable screams, still muffled by the hunk's hand over her face. And the deeper she shrieked, the harder John seemed to fuck her until all that was left was the sound of his hips bashing against her wet pussy, merging effortlessly with her lustful whining.

William's eyes gaped in both shock and awe. It was one thing to imagine his brother in this scenario but another to watch the object of his desire fulfill his expectations and surpass them. John was a fucking machine, and the way he pleased that random girl and the roughness with which he handled her seemed to light a spark inside William, the first straw in a bonfire made of lust, desire, and coiled passion he harbored inside. His hand pushed the door shut, slowing the movement to numb the sound. As he heard the soft click, his knees caved to the ground, and every inch of his body became enveloped by this overwhelming dismay. William dragged himself into the large tub and slowly crawled inside, laying on it with his tear-soaked eyes locked on the white ceiling.

Notwithstanding the obsession he had nurtured all his life, William seemed surprised by this newfound sadness. Despite the nature of his feelings, they never caused him sadness. And that's when he realized something. He had uncovered a new layer of his lust, a perpetual, cunning longing to be part of John's intimacy. An intimacy he had only experienced in his mind that had now been revealed to him. The truth of the matter was William wanted nothing more than to be the one being fucked inside that bedroom, his moans of pleasure reverberating across the empty halls.

For twenty agonizing minutes, William lay there, curled up in that tub, hearing John fuck that young woman into submission. And almost like a perverted song, an erotic lullaby, her moans ushered the boy into a shallow slumber that abruptly ended as, minutes after John came, William heard steps coming his way. He had only time to flinch his eyes before the door flared open, and the girl walked casually into the toilet, turning around as she sat on it. After a brief moment where she seemed utterly oblivious to the boy's presence, her face basking on the sun that pushed through the large window beside the sink, she casually turned around, locking on William.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me." She hollered involuntarily, taking her hand to her chest and clumsily covering her privates. She motioned to speak again, her ass pulling away from her seat when suddenly, William took his fingers to his mouth and calmly motioned her to be quiet.

"Don't tell him I'm here." He begged. The girl looked at him before pausing, and as she did, William could see her body finally melting into a relaxed state. By then, he had a chance to look at her properly, and although he would never say it, he found her quite stunning. He couldn't help but linger on her dark, piercing eyes.

"Don't worry, he's knocked out." She appeased, winking playfully. "Your brother knows how to fuck. I could barely walk here from the bed." She commented, making William frown. "Can you get me the..." She requested, pointing at the toilet paper hanging inches from the tub. As the boy slowly pulled out and stretched his arm, handing her the paper, her eyes scanned him. She seemed spellbound by William's easiness regarding their somewhat peculiar situation. "People were right...You're stunning. Annoyingly so." She jested.

"Thank you," William replied sarcastically.

"Too beautiful, almost." She added, her voice lingering alongside her thoughts.

"What do you mean?" The boy immediately asked as if surprised by her comment.

"I don't know...it's like when someone is so pretty that you're sure there's something ugly hidden underneath, you know?" She tried to explain as she rolled some toilet paper around her right hand and lifted her ass off the seat slightly to clean herself before tossing the paper down and flushing. "Suddenly, you're scouring for that one imperfection..." She commented, chuckling. But as her amusement subsided, she glanced at William's stone-cold expression, propelling her to pause. "There's something off about you." She muttered, her gaze scanning William's.

"What?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Something inside your eyes, I don't know..." She said, shaking her head and lifting her body, leaning against the sink. She paused before peeking inside the room. "I really like him." She confessed as she glanced at John's naked body, asleep on the bed.

"You like his cock." William fired.

"That too," she said as if subtly acknowledging the young blonde man's competitiveness.

"You should leave," William stated as he stepped forward slowly, edging the girl's naked and exposed body.

"Who died and made you king of the castle?" She teasingly exclaimed as she turned around to face the mirror, her fingers pulling her dark hair into a slick ponytail.

"You're wasting your time," William said as his reflection slowly came up to meet hers. "Look, I understand. The novelty of someone like you getting in bed with someone like him in a house like this." He whispered in an eerily tender way.

"I could pass." She replied, grazing her delicate fingers over her lips.

"As rich? You could," William countered with a fake smile. But as he leaned forward, his lips melted into a cold expression. "But deep down, you're just some girl from the district," he added cruelly. For the first time, the young woman seemed taken aback. She looked at William, startled by his deep-seated malice.

"You don't know me." She muttered back, her vibrant tone slowly weighing.

"But I know my brother. He will fuck you, but he'll never bring you home for dinner." William argued.

"And why is that?" She asked, sure of what the answer would be.

"Because you're not that kind of girl." He stated.

There was a silence before she let out a nervous chuckle that labored to conceal her tear-coated eyes. She then turned, looking at William before rushing into the room, picking her ripped bathing suit off the floor, and exiting the room. William waited patiently, hearing her steps move further and further away before he walked into the window and peeked down. He watched the young woman exit the house, with a white towel wrapped around her, clumsily walking down the steps to the pool before grabbing her things and disappearing behind the large bushes towards the main gate.

Inside the bathroom, William smiled, his cruel semblance concealed under the large glass. He waited for the general buzz surrounding the pool to die before turning and opening the bedroom door. John's perfect body lay on it, his muscular ass sticking out of the silk sheets, facing William, who grinned. He tiptoed into the bed and crawled slowly over it, nestling his nose just inches from the stud's hole before taking a big sniff.

"Fuck." The boy whispered, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in ecstasy.

But suddenly, John's deep voice groaned over him. William's body shot backward, his heart racing as he tried to look casual.

"Will? Is that you?" John questioned as he turned over, his massive chest moving up and down, his eyes still glued. Where is she?" he asked, his head lifting gently from the pillow as he looked around, squinting.

"Gone. Thank God." William replied, falling back on the bed.

"What the fuck did you say to her?" John asked, with a mischievous grin as if he already knew. "Come here!" He exclaimed playfully, lunging his arms forward, grabbing William, and pulling the boy into him. He nestled his younger brother's head on his chest, looking down at it. "When are you cutting your hair?" He questioned as he tenderly brushed his fingers on it. William had the most beautiful, smooth golden hair.

"I don't know. I kind of like it like this," William replied, eyes scouring his brother's beard. "John?" he uttered.

"What?" The stud replied.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" William asked, his question taking John by surprise. John pulled his head to the side, looking at his brother's eyes.

"What the fuck are you on about?" The stud questioned.

"Just answer the question." William insisted.

"No. You're just...different. You've always been different." John diligently tried to explain.

"What do you mean?" William impatiently drilled. John let his head fall back, his fingers still squeezed inside William's golden locks.

"You're smart, bright, wise beyond your years," John stated, his lips stretching into a smile. William was, by all definitions, the love of his life. And despite the boy's rough exterior, William softened whenever they were around each other, his tender nature only visible through his older brother's comforting presence.

"You're smart, too." The boy replied.

"Not really," John stated, chuckling.

"I think you're smart." William countered.

"You're biased. You love me." John teased, adjusting his position slightly. Doing so, he inadvertently pushed his thigh against William's crotch, the boy's hard cock now touching it.

"No, I don't." William pushed back.

"Fuck yeah, you do." John pressed, grabbing his brother's hair inside his fingers and jerking his head up, forcing the boy to look at him. Their eyes met like two rivers fusing inside a deep, green ocean. John smiled, his expression carrying all of his adoration for William.

In a swift move, he rolled over the boy and pinned his arms to the mattress, his ass now covering William's pelvis, the boy's shaft grazing his older brother's ass cheeks.

"Stop!" William hollered, his whole body pinned under John. Despite his words, his body screamed the opposite. It begged for his brother to continue.

"You look so fucking cute when you're angry." John teased. Suddenly, William pulled up and hugged him, concealing his face under the stud's chest as if hiding. They were now sitting, their chests glued together. "Hey, what's wrong?" The stud asked.

"Nothing." William's muffled voice replied from under him.

"You used to do that when you were little," John whispered, letting his head fall, his face plunging inside William's hair. He inhaled deeply, taking in the boy's alluring smell.

"What do you mean?" William questioned, his cold tone gone and in its place, the softest, most subdued voice as if he had turned into a completely different person.

"Sneak into my bed and fall asleep with your head inside my chest," John recalled as his hand gently stroked his brother's head.

"It's your smell," William explained.

There was a brief silence before John felt the boy's lips touch his chest, inches from his nipple.

"Don't you think you're getting a little old for this?" John questioned, his voice now slightly apprehensive. From under him, William's head shook in disagreement. And then, it happened. John felt William's warm tongue lick his right nipple. Instinctively, he pulled away. "I'm...going to shower." He stated, yanking William away from him and rolling over to the edge of the bed where he sat, his back facing his brother.

"I'm sorry." William's distraught voice apologized from behind him.

"They're probably arriving any minute now. I'll see you at dinnertime, alright?" John deflected before standing up and walking naked to the bathroom. William's head was down, but his eyes, ever aware of his brother's every move, couldn't help but notice how the stud covered his crotch with his hands as he walked away.

The boy's momentary sadness disappeared, and his lips stretched into a deviant smile.

[2 weeks later]

John and William's parents had been home for a few weeks now, and the Wilde household was back to its grueling parade of fundraisers, garden parties, and exhausting, shallow conversations. Amid all this social activity, William had little to no opportunity to spend time alone with John after their slightly uncomfortable encounter.

Their father, Leonard, usually kept to himself, pacing around inside the locked smoke room, always on the phone or entertaining business partners. Stern, cold, and extremely strict, Leonard's commanding presence in the house was felt everywhere, and there was, for lack of a better word, a constant fear and apprehension regarding him.

Their mother, Lucille, was his counterpart. Docile, calm and maternal. She loved her children, but her relationship with John seemed more profound, denouncing an underlying need for protection given how Leonard had placed William as his clear successor regarding their family estates and businesses. Her excessive nurturing towards her oldest son was, however, a source of jealousy for William for many years, and the boy would take every chance he got alone with her as an opportunity to exploit his emotional shortcomings and get the upper hand on his brother. For William, everything was a competition, a match. Even his mother's love.

One specific afternoon, as he wandered around the house, bored out of his mind, he stumbled upon the living room. His mother lay on the couch, bare feet over a soft silk pillow, holding an old, worn-out book in one hand and, next to her, a small tea cart. She would occasionally and delicately bring the teacup to her soft lips and sip on the delightfully fragrant camomile infusion.

"Hey," William uttered, announcing himself as he stepped cautiously inside the room.

"Hello, darling." Lucille greeted, briefly lifting her eyes from the book.

Sensing her casual demeanor, William walked over and squeezed inside her arms, nestling his back into her bosom.

"What are you reading?" He questioned in a blatantly uninterested way. "A novel?" He added.

"It's a play, actually," Lucille replied, bringing her arm down, holding the book half closed as she sipped her tea.

"What's it called?" William asked.

"A Doll's House, by Henrik Ibsen." She stated.

"Looks old," William uttered, frowning as he glanced at the book's decayed cover.

"It smells old, too," Lucille playfully said before taking the book to William's nose, who reacted with a nauseating expression.

"Smells like grandfather's old trunk in the attic." The boy reacted, making his mother chuckle slightly. "What's it about?" He finally asked, finally nudging the conversation his mother's way.

"It's about a woman trapped in a loveless marriage," Lucille explained. Her voice immediately changed, and a sense of self-loathing attached to every word.

"What's the woman's name?" William questioned. Lucille glanced down at her son, smiling. She seemed captivated by his sudden interest.

"Nora." She answered.

"Nora...that's a nice name," William commented, his thoughts wandering off. "What happens to her?" He asked.

"If I tell you, you'll never read it." Lucille teased.

William sighed impatiently before finally letting his body sink into his mother's. He could feel her arm hugging his smooth chest tighter.

"Mom?" He called.

"Yes, darling?" She questioned, her voice now distant and aloof.

"Do you miss your theater days?" William asked, his words delving into his mother's past.

"I do." She emphatically answered. There was a sudden surge of fire in her tone.

"Did you ever think about what your life would have been if Dad hadn't gone to see that play of yours?" William tested.

"No," Lucille stated with determination.

"Why?" The boy drilled.

"Because if that hadn't happened, you and your brother wouldn't be here." She said.

"Fair enough," William uttered, his lips stretching into a content smile.

"How are you, my darling?" Lucille's voice asked.

"What do you mean?" William questioned, bewildered by the off-topic question.

"I mean here." She said, placing her hand softly over William's heart. The boy shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't grow up too fast, William. You won't understand this now, but...you'll have plenty of time to experience the pressures of adulthood." She counseled.

"Even if I wanted to enjoy life, Dad won't let me. It's like he's always staring at me, coaching me to..." William tried to explain before his mother cut him off.

"Be like him. Yes," Lucille muttered almost to herself. William, look at me," she stated, making the boy turn his head to gaze at his mother's eyes. Keep your heart open," she advised, her fingers grazing her son's smooth, rosy cheeks. Promise me," she pleaded.

"Okay," William replied, focusing solely on Lucille's words. He felt her body shift under him, and she graciously squeezed from under him, standing up and walking to the coffee table. She leaned over and took a cigarette and lighter from a small box before walking around to the window. She stopped just inches from the sheer draped curtains and stood silently before finally lighting the cigarette. "Mom?" William called.

"Yes, darling." Lucille vacantly replied as she blew a large cloud of smoke into the air, slowly dissipating around her.

"How does it end? The play, I mean." William questioned as he finally sat on the couch, his head facing his mother's silhouette.

There was a long silence.

"She leaves him," Lucille stated coldly.

Days passed, and the mood around the house remained somber between the two brothers. Now and then, during meals, William would catch John glancing at him as he nervously rubbed his hands over his pants behind the table. But whenever their gaze lingered, Leonard would pull the focus to him as he introduced some random and somewhat tedious topic, usually work-related.

Eventually, on a particularly generous sunny Saturday afternoon, Leonard and Lucille threw one of their famous garden parties, which was, in fact, an excuse for Leonard to invite a few of the most prominent republican candidates, many of them associated with the regional conservative movement. For a while, Leonard had been fusing politics with his business, and as far as money goes, no money spoke louder in Iron Saint's town than the Wilde's.

"William, come here," Leonard called from the other side of the pool. His voice was sharp and commanding.

William had been scanning the grounds for over fifteen minutes, desperately trying to spot John among the crowd, and Leonard's interruption visibly shook his usually calm demeanor. He rolled his eyes and approached his father sluggishly, aggravating the older man.

"Here I am!" William announced with fake excitement.

"You remember the Warrens?" Leonard asked. William's eyes lifted begrudgingly to meet a hunched man in his early seventies. To his side were a well-dressed woman, two young women, and a much younger boy.

"Yes. A pleasure to see you again, sir." William politely greeted.

"Aren't you missing a crew member?" Leonard jested.

"Yes...My son, George." The man replied uncomfortably. "He's a handful. I'd only have him come if I paid him." He joked, clearly trying to defuse the awkward absence of his eldest son.

William smiled. He knew that, in Leonard's eyes, this was the lowest form of flattery.

"William, could you show Mr. Warren's daughters around?" Leonard suggested, his eyes gaping at his son discretely.

But just as William was about to oblige, he spotted John from the corner of his eye, rushing through the crowd with another guy, sprinting up the steps to the house.

"Sure. I just have to use the restroom." William muttered, his body already turning to follow John. He could hear Leonard's fake laughs behind him as he walked away.

"Youth." He joked, clenching his teeth as he stretched his lips into a contrived grin.

William was already sprinting up the steps a few feet away, his breath hectic and his heart racing with excitement and uncontrollable curiosity. Luckily, with this particular party, Lucille had blocked the inside of the house from guests, so as soon as William stepped inside the main hall and closed the front door behind him, a soothing silence took hold. Enough for him to discern rushed steps on the upper floor, and having explored every nook and cranny of the house, William knew precisely where the steps headed.

He sprinted up the steps, trying his best to make as little noise as possible, and chased John and the other boy into the left hall on the upper floor, just in time to catch them sneaking into the attic. He grinned maliciously, waiting for the door to close behind them as they rushed upstairs. He then ran to it and exhaled with relief to discover they had failed to lock it. He could already hear their complicit giggles as he walked up the steps. This sent a shiver down William's spine, like a cold rush. It was something he had never felt. He was jealous. This was particularly odd and foreign, especially considering he had always watched John's interactions with his girlfriends, which seemed manageable regarding Williams's covetousness levels.

"Fuck, I needed that." The other boy's voice whispered.

"If I have to endure another one of these parties, I swear I'll just kill myself," John exclaimed, puffing. William saw John's arm stretching outwards as his eyes broke through the steep steps leading up to the attic. "Here." He said, passing a large joint to the other boy, who picked it up.

"Dude, is that a boner?" John's friend commented, chuckling. William was now crouching behind one of his old pianos, his head peeking through the side, watching both studs as they crouched on the balcony's floor.

"Been like this since the last pool party." John calmly stated, his hand rubbing his bulge indiscriminately. Which didn't seem to bother his friend. "What the fuck happened to that girl, the brunette?" He questioned.

"Dude, you don't want to mess with that?" His friend warned immediately.

"What do you mean?" John asked, his hand sliding inside his pants now.

"Bro, she's...from the district." The friend revealed.

"For real?" John asked, looking slightly disappointed. His friend nodded as he returned the joint to his hand. "Fuck...that one was a keeper. Best pussy I've had in a while." He said. William was immediately surprised by his brother's tone. John wasn't mocking the situation; instead seemed genuinely disappointed.

"Dude, she's a fucking prostitute." His friend doubled down. "Your father would have a fucking fit." He continued, giggling as he argued. A silence followed, and soon, an unsettling peacefulness took hold. "You want help with that?" The friend questioned. William could see the young man's head tilting down to look at John's cock, who laughed out loud.

"Fuck, no!" The stud hollered, punching his friend's arm.

William's heart caved, his palms sweating profusely. A sense of urgency, a deep foreboding, came over him. He needed to do something fast.

"What are you two doing up here?" He yelled, standing up abruptly. It was almost impossible to hold his laughter in as he witnessed the other two's reaction, flinching off their asses with haste. John dropped the joint over his white, pristine shirt while his friend's head snapped back, hitting the glass behind them.

"Jesus fuck!" The friend muttered, his mouth clenching in surprise as he took his hand to the back of his head, brushing the spot where he hit the glass door.

"Beat it, Will," John uttered, sounding vexed.

"Can I join?" William asked, his daring nature taking over.

"No," John replied without hesitation.

William grinned and walked over to them, circling John's friend and sitting opposite them, his back to the party, legs crossed as he stared both down.

"I'm William," he announced, stretching his hand to greet John's friend, who reluctantly reciprocated. William's heavy green eyes scanned the young man. He was stunningly posh and had the most beautifully drawn red lips. However, as long as John was around, no one was worthy of William's time or attention. "How do you know my brother?" he asked, his tone almost confrontational. John chuckled.

"Dude..." The friend mumbled nervously.

"This is Nathan. He's a friend from school." John explained in a soothing voice as he picked the joint from the ground, straightening it with his fingers before lighting it again.

"Dude, I've known your brother forever. I don't think I've ever seen you. How come?" Nathan asked as he straightened his body, leaning softly against the glass. His eyes were now locked on William, and his curiosity peaked. John stretched his hand and passed the joint back to Nathan before reclining back, his eyes squinting from the sudden high as he finally locked eyes with his brother.

William paused, glancing at John. It had been weeks since he looked at him for more than a few seconds. John's lips slowly stretched, a thin white layer of his perfect teeth showing underneath. William felt a sharp punch of warmth in the pit of his stomach, propelling him to smile back, and when he did, the most gracious ray of sunshine punched through the balcony's marble grid, lighting up William's pale face. John's eyes glistened with tears. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. William's mouth unfurled, and he smiled, something he industrially earmarked for John and only John.

"Are you gonna share that, Nathan?" William questioned, finally taking his eyes off John's. Nathan released a chuckle mixed with a soft cough.

"You better do what he says," John advised.

"Oh yeah? Why?" Nathan teased.

"Cause I know him. He always gets what he wants...in the end." John mumbled, almost to himself.

But William was already leaning forward, his hands landing on Nathan's knees for support. The big-lipped stud picked the joint from his mouth, turned it on its head, and shoved it in his mouth, leaving the filter sticking out. He reached forward and neared the joint's filter inches from William's mouth, almost as if they were about to kiss. Then he blew, and as he did, smoke started spewing from the tip of the filter. He brought his hand up and grabbed William's neck, pulling the boy in.

"Suck on it." John directed, his voice trembling slightly.

William followed his brother's advice and inhaled, his soft lips taking in the subtle smoke. As he did, and for a split second, he felt Nathan's fingers subtly brush the delicate skin on the back of his head, causing his skin to prickle. About five seconds in, he paused, pulling back as he coughed profusely. Both Nathan and John burst out laughing.

"Amateur." Nathan teased as William fell back, his lungs tightening.

They lingered there for half an hour, finishing the joint. William just sat, looking vacantly into space with a grin as the two friends chatted and giggled before all three finally returned to the party. William's first high, a result of his first experience with drugs, had subsided by then, and he could formulate complete sentences again. As they reached the pool area, the food tables were set. Lucille commonly served a buffet with no sitting arrangements except for one large, circular table reserved for the most prestigious guests. The younger crowd would take their plates and walk down the grass patch into the lower garden deck, layered with lavish furniture, making it the perfect place to lounge.

"Let's stock up and meet downstairs," John suggested. Nathan nodded as he walked away, his eyes locked on the meat table.

"Nathan, wait up." William hollered, following the stud closely behind.

"What the..." John mumbled, surprised. He frowned as he watched William chase Nathan around the buffet, battling this sour taste in his mouth. It wasn't long before he lost track of the two among the hungry crowd that circled the tables like vultures. William and Nathan's disappearance had left John in an insufferable state, and it wasn't long before he tossed his full plate on one of the tables and dashed for the drinks tables, pouring a double scotch on the rocks.

"He ran down the steps." A sweet and nurturing voice spoke from behind John. He turned around and smiled. An older woman dressed in white working attire stood among the crowd, her arms covered in dirty plates and used napkins.

"Thanks, Aibee." He uttered, walking over to her and kissing the woman's cheek.

He wandered down the pool steps into the lounge area, getting stopped every couple of seconds by some random girl wanting his attention, and it felt like days had elated once he finally reached the deck.

His eyes twitched with rage as he spotted Nathan's body sprawled on one of the couches, with William lying beside him, the boy's neck nestled inside the hunk's armpit. Nathan's fingers playfully traded William's long, silky blonde hair with an eery intimacy. One that seemed to turn John's stomach upside down. They were surrounded by a large group of people who laughed hysterically at whatever William was saying. John slowly approached, his presence barely noticeable among the roaring crowd. As he reached the group, he sat on the couch next to theirs, falling back with a glass in hand, his head lifted as he stared at his little brother, watching as he conquered his space.

"This fucking kid is a riot, Johnny. Where have you been hiding him?" Nathan provoked.

John smiled sarcastically, but his rage consumed him at this point, numbing everything around him. He could barely hear what people were saying. All he could do was succumb to this overpowering and strange feeling. His eyes lingered on every interaction between the two, every motion, every look. Occasionally, Nathan would lean over and whisper things into William's ear, making the boy giggle. John noticed how William's hand would always find a way to fall on Nathan's leg, progressively closer to the stud's crotch. But the tipping point came when, out of nowhere, Nathan lifted his shirt, exposing his chiseled six-pack, slapping it with his hand a couple of times, flaunting it. But then he leaned to the side, his hand reaching for William's white silk shirt and raised it, exposing the boy's perfect figure underneath. William's skin, which only John had been granted access to, was now on display for everyone to marvel at, as he did.

And it was then, as Nathan's fingers dove inside the boy's stomach and began playfully tickling it, John's body erupted from the garden chair. The motion was so violent and abrupt that everyone stopped, their eyes compelled to turn their gaze over to John, who walked away with a heavy stride.

"Dude, where the fuck are you going?" Nathan hollered, lifting his arms with genuine surprise.

"To bed!" John fired, chugging the glass down his throat and tossing it to the side. The sound of it breaking left a cold silence on the deck.

When John reached the main house, everything inside him burned and ached. His mind struggled to bear the truth his body had already accepted. The proof was inside his pants, where his raging 9-inch hard cock pulsed uncontrollably. The stud was so out of it that he failed to notice he had walked inside the guest bathroom on the ground floor and was now leaning on the sink, his eyes locked on his reflection.

"What's wrong with me?" John whispered just as he felt a shadow move behind him.

"Are you okay?" William's soft voice questioned.

"I'm fine." John fired back, with visible tension in his tone.

"Are you sure?" William insisted. His voice was maliciously playful, a constant defiance.

"What the fuck was that about?" John finally yelled out as he turned around, leaning against the marble sink.

"You're the one who always said I should hang out with your friends more," William replied, goading John's reaction.

"Like you give a shit about them. You were just trying to provoke me." John uttered, struggling to keep it together.

"Did it work?" William provoked, his words unleashing all that fire fueling inside John's gut. The stud lunged forward and grabbed William's neck, pushing him against the wall, the boy's back slamming against it loudly.

"Stop playing games, William. I swear, I'll beat the shit out of you." John threatened. He was now inches from his brother's face, his raging breath spewing into the boy's mouth, who blinked slowly. But to John's surprise, there was no fear in William's eyes. He seemed content, proud even, that he had finally garnered John's attention.

"Your heart is beating so fast. I can feel your blood pumping from here." The boy whispered.

"This is wrong..." John muttered. He sounded weak, defeated.

William's green eyes glanced down at John's shirt, where part of his chest peaked through, his dark fuzz pushing from under its light fabric.

"You used to cuddle me when we were kids...remember? I'd sneak into your bed, and we'd rub our naked bodies together." William remembered. His tone was shifting, becoming sultry and full of eros. John's grip softened, his expression melting as he finally realized William had grown up, the transformation happening in the shadows, concealed from everyone's awareness. "After a while, I'd feel your stiff cock rubbing against my thighs. I get hard just thinking about it." He said, bringing his gaze back up to meet John's.

"We were children...it was a game, Will. It was a fucking game!" John replied, his words desperate, yearning for absolution, pleading for his brother's mercy. But being merciful was not in William's nature.

"Not to me." He stated firmly.

There it was, the truth John had so masterfully avoided all these years. But the stud had failed to realize that William had guarded this truth inside him like a sacred spiritual repository, impervious to whatever lies John had forged to conceal it.

And it was then, as he felt William's breath push inside his nostrils, John finally gave in, mouth lunging forward as he forced his lips on his brother's. Immediately, he moaned, surprised by how soft they felt. He lingered there, mustering the courage to dive deeper, signaling a level of respect he had never shown anyone. But just as he was about to pull back, ready to accept the inevitable consequences of his actions, he felt William's hand rise and grab the back of his neck, pulling his mouth in.

"Finally," William whispered with a heavy breath before sliding his tongue inside John's mouth.

Everything happened with galloping speed after that. A raw, untamed, bordering savage energy took hold of their bodies as William jumped into John's arms, scissoring his legs around the stud's waist, arms wrapping around his neck. As he did, John's body turned, his large hands holding William's ass inside them, and he rushed for the sink, pushing and knocking both their bodies into it. Their heads were dancing around each other, mouths sucking on each other as their tongues laced, finally willing to indulge in each other's tastes. And how wonderfully tasteful William was, John thought as he let himself tumble into his brother's body, the boy's mouth now a secret temple. One he had searched for all his life and had now allowed himself to raid.

"Will..." John's muffled voice spoke from inside their locked embrace. "What the fuck are we doing?" The stud questioned, words stumbling as his mind succumbed to desire.

"What brothers are supposed to do..." William whispered, his words fleeing inside John's mouth. Then he slowly pulled away, gazing at the bearded stud, whose spit-coated mouth hung open in awe. "Love each other," he added with a smile before pushing John back and changing their positions, the stud leaning against the sink. William began to kneel, his fingers unbuttoning John's shirt as he went down.

And while John was still resistant, desperately clinging to the surface, William's faint moans as he slowly began kissing the stud's chiseled stomach echoed from the depths of their suppressed passion. The boy's hands started to circle his brother's waist, sliding gracefully inside John's pants before halting, his fingers finally pressing against the stud's muscular ass. John groaned, his body succumbing to William's lead, ready and finally willing to take the plunge. And that was more than enough for William, whose fingers grabbed his brother's undies waistband and pulled them down, bringing his pants with them.

Like a slingshot, John's massive 9-inch cock bounced up, almost hitting William in the face. Hadn't he swiftly dodged it.

"I don't know..." John muttered before the boy's green, eager eyes glanced up.

"If I can take it?" William interrupted.

"Most girls can't..." John replied as he looked down, completely transfixed by the sight of William kneeling at his feet.

"Then they don't deserve your cock." William noted before his lips stretched into a confident smile, and he lunged forward, swallowing John's cock until.

John's head snapped back, and his mouth opened in rapture as he felt William's tongue sliding over the base of his shaft, making it twitch as it brushed over his perennial gland. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too good to be true, compelling the stud to look down. There he was, William, with his plump lips wrapped around his girth, sliding up like a snail as they widened, stretching thin. John could already hear his brother's soft moans, which seemed to escort his every movement as he nudged his head back and forth, trying to cram John's massive dick inside his mouth.

Then, it happened. The stud felt William's neck bend, and a gagging sound erupted from his mouth, forcing the boy to pull back, coughing as his lips finally unlocked from the stud's meat.

"Fuck." William stuttered as he tried to catch his breath, his hand still holding on to John's shaft as it stroked it, spreading his froth evenly.

"I told you," John teased. But his playful joke was anything but innocent. He knew William enough to realize he'd rather die than accept defeat.

As expected, the boy glanced up, his eyes exuding defiance, before diving forward again. This time, it felt smoother and warmer. William's mouth glided effortlessly over John's thick skin, and after a few seconds, he could sense his brother's mouth close in on his cock, the soft walls hugging it perfectly.

"No...fucking...way," John mumbled, his hands coming up to his face and rubbing over it in disbelief.

William's face had disappeared entirely, and only his luscious, blonde hair could be seen moving over John's pelvis. The stud brought his right hand down and brushed it over his brother's head, who, in turn, replied with a lustful yet muffled moan. Slowly, William's head began to move back and forth, his mouth tightening around John's cock, and it wasn't long before he had the stud under his grip. And finally, after all those minutes, hours, and years fantasizing about his moment, William had achieved his goal. To have John, the object of his desire, completely subdued to him. The stud's spirit and soul under his will.

"Jesus Christ, Will..." John whimpered, his fingers gripping tighter around William's hair, tugging it slightly. Sensing this, the boy pulled away, unleashing a loud popping sound as his lips detached from his brother's dick. "What...why did you stop?" The stud questioned, sounding dazed and confused.

"Fuck my mouth," William ordered, panting. "It's okay, you can be rough. I know you want to." He added.

John's eyes twinkled with pride as he acknowledged how deeply William knew him. The stud pulled his brother's head forward, the boy's mouth already opening. John took his fingers and grazed them along William's swollen lips and smiled before finally sliding his cock inside his mouth, pushing it in until William's nose was brushing against his pubes. And soon, John's hips were moving, his ass clenched as he thrust his cock inside his brother's mouth with reckless abandonment.

Every stroke was meaningful, precise, and engaged as if nothing existed outside that bathroom. Just two men surrendering to their pleasure and reaping the fruits of their yearning. John fucked William's mouth passionately for seven long, seemingly endless minutes that stretched with every inch that entered the young blonde's mouth. And soon, John felt the first waves of passion explode inside his gut, moving unannounced into his groin.

"Shit, I can't hold it..." He mumbled, breath accelerating.

But a sudden knock on the door viciously yanked both men from their momentary rapture.

"William, is that you?" Leonard's voice questioned from the other side, his hand forcing on the locked doorknob.

"Fuck..." John whispered, lifting his head abruptly. But the deed was done, and his eyes gaped at his brother, who pulled away and looked up at him in an eerily calm manner, his mouth dangling close to the tip, waiting for his brother's seed to be fed to him.

"Coming!" He announced as he ferociously stroked John's cock, ushering his orgasm to the finish line. The stud's hands gripped the edges of the marble sink seconds before the first wave fired. In an unexpected move, William leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around the tip of his brother's cock, just in time for the first strings to start spewing into his throat and tongue.

John's body shivered and twitched as he desperately held his groans of pleasure from breaking free, made even more complicated by the soft moans that spewed from William's mouth as he swallowed every drop of cum that fired from John's throbbing cock.

William eventually pulled away, the cum gulping sound of his throat echoing inside the large bathroom. He calmly pulled himself off the floor and leaned against the sink beside his brother's fogged expression.

"Good thing I locked the door." William joked privately, looking at John through the mirror. The stud just stared at him, dumbfounded. William signaled John to pull up his pants and walked to the door, opening it. Leonard was on the other side, his eyes already scouring inside before they landed on John. "Sorry, Dad. John wasn't feeling too good. I was making sure he was alright." He calmly explained. The ease with which William lied was disturbingly impressive.

"Why was the door closed?" Leonard drilled.

"I didn't want to risk one of the guests walking in by mistake while he was indisposed. You know how people are." William said, trying to defuse the situation.

"I smell nicotine on you. Have you been smoking?" Leonard continued, his calm yet commanding voice rising above William's, immediately infecting the space with a sour mood.

"I've been hanging around John's friends. That's probably why." William lied.

"The Warrens are leaving, and their daughters look positively bored thanks to your absence. I asked you to keep them entertained." Leonard said, still visibly intrigued by the odd circumstances.

"I'm sorry." William apologized. But even a stranger would acknowledge the lack of regret in his voice.

He motioned to slip by his father when Leonard's arm swooped from under him and grabbed his arm forcibly. John's body jerked forward immediately, motioning to intervene. But William glanced at him briefly, his head shaking subtly before his eyes returned to his father, unfearful.

"You know how important these events are for me. And I've been clear multiple times on what is expected of you. Behaving irresponsibly isn't on that list. You don't want to turn out like your brother, do you?" Leonard grunted with the most soothing cruelty.

"No, Father." William replied slowly, a wave of galloping anger seeping through every word. "I'll see the Warrens out." He added. Leonard's hand unlocked his son's arm and turned, his eyes following the boy as he rushed out the front door, closing it behind him.

If silence could kill, Leonard and John would have dropped dead immediately. But eventually, John's voice surfaced in lamentation.

"You're killing who he is. You're murdering his spirit." The stud said. Despite the boldness of his words, his eyes lacked the strength to face his father, so his face lingered, bound to the floor.

"He's the future of this family, its name and legacy." Leonard countered as he finally turned around.

"He'll grow up and be miserable like you," John warned.

Leonard paused before chuckling sarcastically. John lifted his head, his gaze facing his father's. Inside it, an unexpected vulnerability, as if his son's words had touched Leonard's guard.

"He's a Wilde, John. We can afford anything in this life except the luxury of being who we really are." Leonard stated. "It's best he understands that sooner than later." He added before turning around and walking out the door.

As the door slammed shut, John's chest tightened in pain. There it was, the naked truth. The stud fell back, stumbling momentarily before crashing against the sink. He lingered there, eyes twitching with disdain for everything his father and the family stood for. At that moment, he realized that what he and William felt for each other would never be allowed to blossom and flourish. Their love shackled to a prison of implicit rules and ambiguous moral beliefs. His body caved, and he fell to the ground. On that empty bathroom floor, alone and isolated, John wept for hours.

He wept for every single moment of happiness he and William would never get to live.

(To be continued...)