[White Chocolate]

Sam Evans here. You might've seen my face - or my abs - on a few billboards but I've since quit modeling and... well turns out I'm back to my first career. Evanscest 1x1

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Stevie swallowed down his brother’s stream, trying not to think about what was going on. He knew he’d have to tune out some clients especially with some of the things they’d say, so he figured now was as good of a time to practice. “Whatever floats your boat.”

Sam tilted his head to the side as he took a step back from his brother, crossing his arms over his chest. Somehow, he was still slightly hesitant to take that step further, but he knew he had to push Stevie as much as possible, if he was truly going to live this lifestyle. “Doesn’t sound like you want my cock all that much...” He noted, as he stroked himself. “Come on Stevie... I know you want it.” He was bluffing, but still drawing upon stuff he knew to be true. “Like you’d always come into the bathroom while I was showering “waiting for your turn.” You just wanted to steal a glance right?” He said. “Well now you’re getting it.” He pulled him closer, kissing him tasting a few droplets of urine on his lips. “I’m gonna make you scream.”

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Stevie wasn’t surprised when Sam removed all of his clothing, he had seen his brother naked more than once from all the time they had spent sharing a room, he had even caught Sam masterbating once or twice. It was different seeing his brother’s dick so close to his mouth though. Still, a job was a job. He opened his mouth, assuming that Sam was just joking about pissing, he was ready to just have his brother’s dick in his mouth and instead he was met with warm liquid splashing all over his face. He focused more on Sam’s words ‘apple juice’ that’s how Stevie needed to think of this, warm, probably rotten apple juice, that had to be easier to handle than actually processing. He felt Sam’s urine fill his mouth and began swallowing it, hoping he wouldn’t vomit on his older brother’s cock.

Sam watched his younger brother carefully. He had to admit it, he was impressed. It seemed Stevie was a trooper, able to swallow all of that piss, his entire face and chest soaked in urine. “Didn’t think you had it in you little brother.” He commented, with a nonchalant laugh. “I have to say yellow’s a good color on you though.” As the last few droplets of piss left his dick, the older man grinned. “So, did you like that boy?” As protective as he felt of Stevie, he was now completely horny, and ready to surrender himself to his lust. “You’re gonna love what’s coming up next.”

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Stevie knew his brother was kinky, he had seen his older brother’s internet browser history more than once, and of course the fact that Sam had known it was Stevie when he purchased time with him. Still, something Sam said did hit him. Maybe this whole thing wasn’t about stripping or being paid for sex, maybe it was just enjoying being told what to do and how to do it. If Sam wanted to prove a point, Stevie would to. He sank to his knees in front of Sam, his face mear inches from his brother’s crotch. “It’s your dime,” he shrugged.

Sam had to admit it, he wasn’t expecting his brother to follow through with his proposal. He had purposefully went and thrown something extremely kinky out there to try and shock this out of Stevie... it seemed his little brother was either kinkier than he thought or simply didn’t know what he was getting into. The older Evans boy stood up, and quickly removed all of his clothes, throwing them aside. “Well then...” He said with a shrug as he took hold of his own manhood, stroking it softly. “Whatever I put in your mind, you’re to swallow. No complaints, no questions.” He said, his tone of voice shifting from caring to more authoritative. He closed his eyes, relaxing a little. “Now hold your mouth wide open for me, cutie.” He didn’t wait for a reply before letting go of his stream of piss. He didn’t aim directly into his brother’s mouth at first, letting it fall all over his face, soaking his hair all over before he finally aimed properly and watched as the yellow liquid filled the other’s mouth. “Bet this tastes better than the apple juice you usually drink huh?” He taunted.

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The younger Evan’s breath hitched when Sam pinched his nipple and he felt his older brother’s lips so close to his ear. He knew the other employee was still in the room, so he wanted to get on with it so that he’d leave and it would just be the two of them alone. Without giving it a second thought he took his brother’s hand off of his chest and brought it to his lips and took his index finger into his mouth and began sucking on it. Right now he wasn’t considering Sam his brother, he was a paying client, his first client, and he wasn’t going ot mess this up. Of course that got the other employee to leave, so now the two of them could really get down to business. He let his brother’s finger slowly fall from his mouth. “No one’s forcing me to do this, I like it. Before I used to get on stage and dance, and now I’m going to get up on stage, dance, and if someone buys time from me, I’m going to go back here and do whatever they want.”

Sam’s eyes focused on the other employee for just a second. He knew he had to kept on pretending for their sake for a while longer. He let out a silent moan as his digits were sucked on, coating them with saliva. “I’m still your big brother.” He spoke, a little louder. “And it’s my job to protect you... you don’t have to do this.” He said. “Trust me, it may seem fun right now... but will you really like to be told what to do when it’s...” He paused, trying to think of something wild. “Swallowing their piss?” He suggested. “Like... if I said I wanted you on your knees, ready to drink my pee, hot stuff... what would you do?” He inquired. “Because if the answer is anything other than yes... you’re not really a good fit for the job.” He rubbed his hands together. “How about I test you Steve? Think you can handle me having my way with you?” He inquired, waiting for Stevie’s response.

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Stevie was speachless when he saw his older brother standing in the room. Out of all of the men that could have been his first private client, it had to have been his older brother? On some level he knew this was wrong, but he did honestly enjoy his job, and he wasn’t going to suffer a setback now. “If that’s what you want to call me, you paid for it, baby;” Stevie felt a twinge in his cock the second he called his older brother baby. Stevie moved over to Sam and began dancing arond him, almost sizing his older brother up before he settled in front of him and began grinding his ass against Sam’s thigh.

“Exactly.” Sam agreed. “I paid for it... so no matter what happens, you’re getting your money.” He said, his hand reaching up and touching the younger blond’s chest. He squeezed his right nipple as he positioned himself appropriately to whisper in the other’s ear. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to... I paid for this so I could talk to you.” He explained, before he pulled away and planted a kiss against the other’s neck. “I’ve been a stripper too you know... back when dad lost his job... it’s a rough calling.” He explained. “I wanted to be sure... to be sure you wanted this.” Nonetheless, his own manhood had fully hardened from the contact with the younger male. “We have an hour... there’s no rush baby bro.” He smiled. “Talk me though it... you working here.”

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Stevie had honestly been surprised when he heard his number called, but in a lot of ways it actually excited him. He quickly slid on a thong and followed the other employee that had escorted him back to the room. All the while listening to the other guy tell him how much easier it gets the more he’s fucked - or does whatever else the client wanted - and how quickly the money could add up. The way it was set up, the client would pay for a specific amount of time before hand, and the second the dancer entered the room the clock would start, it had been explained to Stevie that he was supposed to stay inside that room and do whatever the client said until the buzzer went off over the intercom in the room. When the buzzer sounded he was to remove himself from the client - no matter what position or stage they were currently in - and leave the room, another employee would enter the room then and offer the client a chance to extend their time together. If the client wanted more he’d pay for it and Stevie would be allowed back in the room. Theoretically the blonde could get a client that could keep him in there all night, or he could have only afforded to have five minutes with him. There was no way of telling until it happened. And considering this was his first time doing it, on many levels, he wasn’t entirely sure what option he wanted more.

Sam tapped his foot alongside the ground, waiting for his brother to show up. He glanced down at his watch, feeling a little nervous about the whole thing. He feared Stevie's reaction to being confronted in such a way, and yet he knew it was what he had to do. Perhaps he'd gone overboard, already paying for an hour... but he figured the more money Stevie got for "free" the less kinky stuff he'd have to do. He knew how some strip club clients could become very demanding, very fast, and in a way he was trying to shield his younger brother from it all.

When he heard the sounds of a door opening, the blond looked up, with a grin on his face, trying to act as though this was completely natural. "Hey Steve." He said.

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Stevie had been working at the club for a while now. THe time seemed to fly by as fast as the clothing flew off in this place. He had been making decent money, enough to live, but he wanted more so when the owner of the club had offered to make Stevie one of the ‘advanced’ dancers Stevie Evans jumped at the chance. He was nervous though, the dancers at the club all talked, everyone knew that the advanced dancers were the ones who gave the private shows that didn’t just include dancing, in fact they were encouraged to do more. It did scare Stevie, yes he had danced with other men, even done a few minor things on stage with them like kiss other dancers on the stage, evenhelp them undress; but when it had come to having sex with another guy, the blonde had never done that. That was all going to change tonight though.

He moved out onto the stage with the group of other guys and began dancing seductively, at least as seductively as he could that was, and removing his clothing. When all that was left was his underwear he felt another dancer move behind him and start kissing him on his neck, moving his hands down Stevie’s body. The dancer’s hand slid into Stevie’s underwear and cupped his semi-errect cock before pulling the underwear down leaving him completely exposed on the stage. Stevie’s hands moved up to the other dancer’s face as the other man’s hands traveled his body, turning him around showing a number that had been painted onto his ass. That was how the club did it, the advanced dancers all were given a number at the start of the night and they’d keep dancing on stage until their number was called over the intercom and then they’d go to the room they were assigned and wait for their private show. When Stevie’s number was called he exited the stage and went off to the room he had been given at the start of the night, ready to begin his privae show.

The lights started flashing and the atmosphere of the room quickly got Sam in the mood. It was designed to work that way, of course. Still, even if he understood the logic behind it, it didn't make the process any less effective. He licked his lips as his sight fixed itself onto a shirtless hunk, watching him sway his hips seductively. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of blond hair, someone who looked familiar. Briefly, he wondered if maybe he knew some of those guys... but the likelihood of bumping into an old coworker at a different club was rather small, he reminded himself.

It took him a few moments, before his focus moved on from the guy he'd been watching. However, when he caught more than a few glimpses of the blond, it became clear - this was indeed his brother. He tried not to gasp as he watched his sibling's exposed naked form. That, he hadn't been expecting. At all. Granted, of course the young blond had a killer body. But really two strippers in the same family? What were the odds. He noticed the number on the other male's ass and hesitated. He knew that meant he was available for private shows and as much as he didn't want to interfere in Stevie's life, control him and tell him what to do just because he was the oldest brother... he still felt responsible. Quickly, he signaled an employee over and paid for a session with the other blond. He was calmly led into a private room, where he was told to get comfortable and await his dancer.

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Sam Evans was no stranger to strip clubs. The summer of his sophomore year, he’d started working in one to pay the bills, exposing his body to strangers in exchange for money... doing private entertainment after the shows for considerably even more money. He knew exactly what went down in those clubs, and yet, that didn’t stop him from entering one. Only this time, it was as a client.

Time had passed for Sam and he’d long since hung up his White Chocolate mantle. He’d graduated high school and enjoyed a brief, but successful, modeling career in New York. He had been an overnight sensation, a true success. His star shined brightly and he could’ve had a future in the field, but he realized the lifestyle wasn’t for him. He wasn’t meant to live in a big city. Nonetheless, even to this day, people still stopped him on the streets to talk about his pictures, some begging him to go back and do more. It was flattering if nothing else.

Now, though, having found a steady job at his alma mater coaching McKinley’s glee club, Sam was happy to be enjoying the strip club as a patron. It was a gay club, something which was right up Sam’s alley. He ordered himself a drink and took a seat, his eyes focusing on the cute dancers who filled the stage.