Pornlandia

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Pornlandia, Chapter 6 By ThePhallocrat - thephallocrat@gmail.com

"Dude. Seriously, are you gonna try to fuck my little bro?" Andrew didn't sound too angry, mostly just very confused. He was still naked, too, and his dick (which moments ago had been throbbing away inside my ass) was still semi-hard, which undercut his confused moralizing a little bit.

"No!" I said, confidently. Then added, "I don't know." Then: "Maybe?"

"Dude!" His mouth dropped open and he was looking at me like he'd never seen me before.

"It's the porn, man, the porn! In real life, of course I would never fuck your little brother. For fuck's sake, he's still in high school!"

"Exactly! But also, he's my little brother." Andrew jabbed me playfully but firmly in the stomach, "That makes him off limits. Especially now that we are hooking up."

"Is he your little brother though? I'm telling you he didn't exist before today." I wanted to scream. How to get through to him? "You don't even seem sure that he's real now."

Andrew paced back and forth, rubbing his face. He seemed at war with himself. "No, I guess I'm not sure. Like, when you say I was always the youngest in my family, that feels right. I sorta remember that. But I can remember so many things about Cody. Like he's always been part of my life too. I don't know if it's real or not. But I know that either way I don't feel comfortable with you and Cody hooking up. With you two making out. Getting naked together. With Cody worshiping your body. With you showing him how to make sweet love and taking his anal virginity with tenderness and care and bestial passion. With you absolutely drenching him in your cum and making him a man." He clapped both hands over his mouth in shock. It clearly had all just come tumbling out before he knew what he was saying and he looked horrified, but his erection was throbbing more than ever.

I folded my arms, unable to stop smirking triumphantly at him, case closed. "Are you suuuure about that?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said, grabbing me by the waist, his voice dropping into a growling bass, "I do not want you to grab Cody like this. Or push him down onto the couch, like this." He pushed me down, lifted my legs in the air, exposing my hole which he had been thoroughly plowing before his "dad" had called.

"Oh yeah?" I said, unable to help myself, "What else don't you want me to do to him?"

"Definitely don't slide your dick in his sweet teen hole, like this," he said, sliding in. We both moaned. "Oh fuck, yeah don't do this to him. It would be hot as FUCK but definitely don't do it."

"Don't do it to me now," I said, breathing heavily, "DON'T DO IT TO ME HARDER."

The thought of me and Cody appeared to be driving Andrew wild, despite his best efforts, and he pounded me with renewed intensity like a man possessed. I was just as much in heat, squeezing my hole around him as tightly as I could. We had already been most of the way towards climax before being interrupted so it didn't take long to get back there.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum in you," he said, as I felt him slip over the point of no return, "I'm going to cum in you, Cody," he said, and then eyes widened in shock as he realized what he said, how he'd said the wrong name. There was no time to address it though, because he was jizzing up my ass and I was spraying my chest and face with my own load. That Freudian slip just about made my head fall off of my neck and my balls turn inside out. I shot out every last bit of semen I had left in me.

Finally, Andrew collapsed on the couch next to me, thoroughly drained and knees weak. He wobbled unsteadily. "My god, my GOD," he said, "What is happening? This is too much. I mean, it's been fun so far, but I don't know how I feel about this."

"I agree!" I tried to sound convincing, but the cum on my face probably wasn't helping me seem all that sincere. "This is too far."

"But this is your fantasy, isn't it? These dirty ideas of deflowering an innocent little brother must be something you want, deep down."

"Don't judge me! A fantasy isn't real life. What would the porn summon up from your sexual subconscious if it was YOUR dirty thoughts coming to life?"

He stopped and thought for a moment, then turned red then and just nodded. After a moment, he found his voice and said, "Ok, fair enough."

"Look," I said, wiping myself off, mind racing furiously, "It's hot as hell, but it's fantasy. And real little brother or not, I don't want to cross any lines you aren't comfortable with. The porn life has been fun, but we can draw a boundary here. We're still in control. If we decide no fucking Cody, then Cody shall not be fucked." But I couldn't say "no fucking Cody" without thinking about fucking Cody, and that made my dick kick again. Andrew definitely noticed. But I'd meant what I said. Even if it sounded pretty obviously like I was trying to convince myself as much as him.

"Right," he said, cautiously, "We can decide not to go there. We can draw the line anytime we want. So promise me, right now, that you won't fuck my little brother."

"I just did!"

"No, you didn't, you said if we decide not to, then we won't. Well we're deciding right now. So promise me! Say that you promise you won't fuck Cody." He leaned in real close as he said it, and I felt his breath on me. It was sexy as hell. God, everything was sexy as hell, there was no break from it.

"I promise," I mumbled, uncomfortable with saying it out loud, "I promise I won't try to fuck Cody." Andrew seemed pleased with that, even though I hadn't quite said what he had told me to say, despite wanting to do so. And then unable to help myself I added, "Or your dad."

I didn't think his eyes could get any wider, but I was wrong. "MY DAD?"

I blushed, unable to speak, and just shrugged. I grinned sheepishly.

"DUDE," he laughed despite himself at my audacity, "What the hell is wrong with you. He's my DAD."

Exasperated, I marched over and grabbed his phone from where we'd left it on the counter. The family picture was still up on it. "No, Andrew, this is not your dad," I said, waving the picture at him, "Your dad is a loveable dweeb who looks like he'll talk your ear off about bird watching, THIS MAN" I shoved the phone up in his face, "THIS MAN IS THE WINNER OF AMERICA'S NEXT TOP DADDY."

Annoyed, Andrew swiped the phone from me, then looked closely. I saw his semi-hard post-orgasm dick bounce a little. He looked up at me, a bit scared. "He is pretty hot," he admitted grudgingly. "Guess that's where I get it from, huh?"

"You wish. The porn has invented these two to fulfill who knows what fantasies I got going on deep down," I said, trying not to sound TOO embarrassed, "So we can't just assume it will be fine, that we can just ignore the danger, because before you know it we'll be fucking them both on that couch while the UPS guy and Braden eat our asses, looking at each other wondering how the hell we let it get that far."

Andrew's eyes got a far off glassy look and his dick came fully to life again, pointing straight up.

"You're imagining that now aren't you," I teased. He shook his head, trying to deny it. "Which one are you fucking when you picture it?" I was just curious, but he turned beet red and smacked my arm, clenching his mouth shut and refusing to answer. "OK, OK! Sorry! This is what I mean, it will be so easy to get carried away here. We need a game plan."

We got to work strategizing and making a list of rules. Rule one, I couldn't be allowed to be alone with Cody. "You understand, its not that I don't trust you," Andrew assured me, "Thats just when the porn is likely to strike and tempt you to fuck him."

I was not offended. "You should not trust me," I said, looking at the family picture again. "Because I definitely want to fuck him."

Rule two: I probably shouldn't be alone with his dad either.

"My dad is not gay," Andrew protested, "Hello, he had 4 kids with my mom."

"You weren't gay either before last weekend," I pointed out, "And also, somebody who has relationships with women and has kids with one can't also be into men? Wow, that is bi erasure, Braden would be so annoyed with you and rightfully so." I smiled recalling Braden's new and joyful embrace of the bisexual label.

"He would never cheat on my mom!" Andrew's poor himbo head was positively spinning.

"No, Andrew," I shot back sarcastically, "No dads ever cheat on moms, and definitely not in porn. It never happens."

He growled in frustration. "Fine! We'll keep you and my dad from being alone together too. Just in case."

"Just in case your dad lays better pipe than you do," I murmured, but he heard every word and punched me in the arm.

"Not funny, man," he said, but he was clearly trying not to laugh.

"You're right," I said, very solemnly, "Nobody lays better pipe than you and I would never imply otherwise."

That was not the reply he expected but it worked; his annoyance was utterly disarmed and he smirked cockily. "Damn right."

That all added up to rule three: Andrew would chaperone me at all times and, whenever possible, I would stay in my room and not interact with any of them. And even better would be to get out of the apartment entirely.

"Is it too late to encourage them to get a hotel?" I ventured.

Andrew shrugged. "I can try? But I just told him it was ok..."

"Ok, how about this," I said, "I'll go away for the weekend. Rent a room somewhere, have a little solo vacation."

"You'd do that?"

"Sure, makes it all simpler."

"I could call in tomorrow," he said, thinking out loud, "Then be here to let them in when they arrive. Then you wouldn't have to be here. And yeah, if you come back Sunday evening they should be gone by then. Can't pull them into a porn scenario if you're never in the same room with them. Yeah, I think that would work. If you're sure."

"Andrew," I said, "I'm not sure. I'm not sure at all. I WANT to stay here and fuck all three of you. But I also don't want to make things weird. You matter to me more than my porn fantasies."

"I do?"

He seemed genuinely touched, like I'd said something super sweet and vulnerable, so I panicked in that kind of "have I said too much and made it weird" way. I thought what I'd said was an obvious statement of fact, not a lovey-dovey declaration of affection. How could he doubt it? "Of course you do! You're my best friend."

"Awww," he said, laughing. I could tell he was genuinely touched but was also trying to play it off in his awkward masculine way. I realized we'd never really talked about what our friendship meant. Straight guys don't talk about stuff like that, and (perhaps belatedly) I realized at that moment that one of the things I loved best about being friends with Andrew hadn't just been that he accepted me as I was but that ALSO it let me roleplay as a straight guy now and then and just have a normal guy to guy friendship without any sexual or emotional expectations.

Well, so much for that.

"Awwwww?" I mocked, "Is that all you have to say?"

"You're my best friend too," he said, and his face flushed so much I could tell how much he meant it. It felt real, too, not just the porn telling me what I wanted to hear. He handled the vulnerability by immediately pivoting to sex. "You're being so sweet, you must want me to fuck you again."

"I think," I said, reaching behind him to lightly stroke his perfect ass, "It's time for me to fuck you again."

"I'll arm-wrestle you for it," he smirked, with a raised eyebrow.

I knew that wouldn't be fair, since he's much stronger than me, but I agreed anyway. And to my immense satisfaction and amusement, he barely put up any fight and lost immediately. I blinked, surprised. Either I'd gotten much stronger out of nowhere or Andrew had lost on purpose.

"Oh nooooo," he groaned sarcastically in mock despair, grinning like a madman, "I guess you win my hole! You beast! Whatever shall I do! Fine, you animal. Take your winnings." He threw himself onto the couch in a kneeling position, arching his back at me, perfectly displaying his cheeks and crack. "But please, sir, be gentle!"

I stared at his hole. It looked a lot less tight than it once had, the first time I'd fucked him, but it still was pretty perfect. If anything, knowing I'd owned him there many times only made him hotter. I felt my animal side activate. "No promises," I said coolly, and proceeded to fuck his brains out.

We were in a good mood. We'd proven we were in charge, not the porn, so now we could relax and have fun knowing we were safe and secure in the boundaries we'd set.

So certain, so confident. So dumb. We were so clueless.

What became clear by noon of the following day is that I had an utter lack of imagination as to the many ways the porn could fight back and destroy our perfect plans. I woke up early to get ready and go into the office. The idea was that from there I could book a hotel to stay in for the weekend, maybe even in another city, and not be back until the coast was clear. But when I got up, the shower wasn't working. I tried messing with it for a while, then realized I'd be late if I didn't go soon. Unwilling to be stopped, I just decided to go without showering. So I'd stink a little, whatever.

Then I got a message from my manager. The office was closed. There was some kind of HVAC issue and we were advised to stay clear. That's when I started to think this was not just a coincidence. By then, Andrew was up too, and I filled him in on what was going on.

"Are you saying the porn closed your office?" he asked, skeptically.

"I dunno, maybe I'm being paranoid but..." I shrugged.

"It could be a coincidence," he said, but he didn't sound very sure about that.

I took a deep breath. "Look, this doesn't change the plan. I'll just find a coworking space or a coffee shop and work from there. See you on Sunday." Then I left to run to the bus stop.

After an hour, though, I returned to the apartment. "No buses today," I said, mystified.

"What? None??"

"I waited for ages, then checked the bus app. All services canceled today."

"That never happens. That's impossible."

"I KNOW."

"So call an Uber."

"I already tried, look," and I showed him my phone, which crashed every time I tried to open the Uber app. "Still think this is all a coincidence?

"Ok, it's fine. It's fine! They aren't due for a few more hours. I'll give you a ride in my car."

But somehow I knew that wasn't going to work. And, sure enough, Andrew's car wouldn't start. We sat there, him trying over and over to start the car and cursing, then going and popping the hood to check on the engine, meanwhile I was looking up hotels in the area.

"I can't believe this," Andrew said, leaning in through the driver's side window. "I've never had issues with this car."

"And all the hotels are booked up," I said, scrolling with numb horror on my phone.

"ALL of them?"

"Look!" I showed him my phone again. "There's some kind of convention in town? I've never heard of this thing, but it's apparently a huge event."

"This can't be happening. Do you really think it's porn? You think it has that much power? Over the whole time, the whole area? I mean, it's never really affected anybody outside your inner circle before. What is this, Final Destination but for sex instead of death?"

"Ummmm, yeah. I'm pretty sure it's the porn, man."

"Why are you so sure?"

Wordlessly, I pointed. I'd just noticed movement at one end of the parking lot. The garbage cans were there, and it must have been garbage day because the truck had pulled up in front of them but had been sitting there a while. Back by the garbage containers, a sanitation worker was on his knees giving a very vigorous blowjob to some guy, looked like maybe one of the other residents I didn't know. The dude getting sucked had his head back, eyes closed, absolutely loving it. While we watched in shock, another man came out of his apartment and walked by the action, dressed in a business suit with briefcase in hand and walking quickly like he was late. He did a double-take and froze when he saw the in-progress blowjob by the trash, then, like us, just watched in silence for a few moments. Then without any ceremony he dropped his briefcase and joined the two men, kneeling next to the garbage man, getting his nice suit dirty without a second's thought, bending down to lick the man's balls.

"Holy shit," Andrew said, and I knew his sexual side enough know to hear the thick arousal in his voice, "We're so fucked."

"Literally," I said, and I almost got out of the car and ran over there to join the dumpster party. Then I shook my head, even slapped myself a little bit, scaring Andrew. "No. We don't have to give into this. That's what the porn wants. Let's go back inside. I'll just stay in my room. I can stay in my room the whole weekend."

"Maybe that would work," Andrew said dubiously, still watching the blowjob action, "But how do we stop... all this? Can we?"

"That's what I've been asking since it started," I snapped at him, then regretted it. My nerves were shot and I was the definition of over-stimulated. "Sorry. I don't know. I honestly don't know. The problem is, I haven't really wanted it to stop. Not really. Have you?"

"No. Not really."

"But the effects are clearly spreading," I said, nodding at the graphic scene playing out in broad daylight right in our parking lot. As I said it, the man getting his dick sucked and his balls licked let out a mighty roar and pulled out of the garbage collector's mouth, jerking himself quickly and coating the faces of the other two men with his jizz. "Oh fuck," I said, seeing it. "Uhhhh, we need to go back inside."

"And blow each other?" Andrew added, sweating, also not able to look away.

"And figure out what to do about this weekend!" I protested, then made eye contact with him. Electric shock thrilled through us both. Lately, Andrew and I couldn't make eye contact without us each feeling lightning in our groin. "... after we blow each other," I added, surrendering to the impulse.

"Oh fuck," he said, as we all but raced back into the apartment and started tearing off each other's clothes. "The porn has got us bad. Real bad. We're in horny jail. Literally."

"Shut up and suck this dick," I said, shoving it in his face. I was as anxious as he was, but I couldn't think about it until I'd shot my load down his throat, which I accomplished in record time. "Here it comes, OH SHIT," I growled, then felt wave after wave of pleasure while Andrew sucked it all down. Since the porn thing had started, every orgasm had somehow felt better than the last, felt like it had expended all the semen I'd ever made. How was that possible?

Then, of course, I had to return the favor, and Andrew fucked my throat as hard as he'd ever fucked my ass. I should have struggled to breath and gagged a few times, if this were happening in the real world, but I took it like a champ, even used my glottal muscles with expert precision to caress his head like it was nothing, all but milking the load right out of him and sucking it down like it was a milkshake. "Drink my babies," he growled, which should have made me laugh because it was so silly, but it didn't. Instead, I drank his babies like a good boy.

Exhausted, heads spinning, we both tried to catch our breaths, leaning against each other for strength.

"Okay. What's the plan," Andrew said between deep inhalations.

"I'll go in my room and stay there," I mumbled.

"I don't know if that's going to work."

"I'll be good, I promise!"

"I don't know that you will, but it hardly matters anymore" he said, but his earlier anger and confusion about it was gone, now he sounded... resigned? Guilty? Definitely guilty, because then he said in a small voice: "I wanna fuck Cody now too."

It hung in the air between us. There it was. I can't believe he said it. But at the same time, it made perfect sense.

"You see? He can't be real, he's part of the fantasy," I said, "If he was really your brother you'd never want to fuck him. That's not you."

I said it to make him feel better about it all, but a little part of me was hoping he'd agree none of this was real and just give me permission to go with the flow. I would try to honor my promise to not indulge in this fantasy until he told me otherwise, though. "Yeah, maybe," is all he said though, which wasn't permission by any stretch.

"OK," I said, getting desperate to find a solution -- not because I didn't want to live out this fantasy, but precisely because my desire for it was getting worse, "Let's both go. We'll walk if we have to. We'll get out of here. Just not be here when they come..." Both of us exchanged guilty horny glances at the phrase "when they come" so I quickly amended my words, "When they ARRIVE. We'll just be gone."

"What will I tell them? Where will they stay?"

"They aren't REAL, man, it doesn't matter. But if we stay here, lines might get crossed. Things will get weird. I don't wanna put you through that."

He laughed, sounding exhausted. "It's really sweet how much you are fighting this for me. The porn is working overtime to give it to you, you must really want it. But you are fighting it because I asked you to."

I didn't know what to say so I just nudged with "Should we go?"

"Yeah," he said, standing up, making his decision, "Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here."

Nodding, I went into my room to throw together some spare clothes into a bag. Andrew did the same. But then the doorbell rang. Of course right then. Of course. We came out of our respective rooms to stare at each other.

"It can't be them," Andrew said, in a kind of hollow tone, "It can't be. They aren't due for hours still. It can't be."

But we knew it was. We both just knew.