I had just turned eighteen and my parents announced that they would be going away for the weekend. I wasn’t the kind of teenager who threw or even went to wild parties, but I immediately called my best friend Joe to ask if he’d like to come stay over. We’d order pizza and dust off my old games consoles, really make a night of it like we used to when we were kids. It was the ideal way to signal the end of my childhood, and any excuse to play Super Smash Bros was alright by
me.
It was a couple of days before when the first cloud appeared on the horizon. It was about nine o’clock at night when the doorbell rang. I answered the door to my older brother, Anthony, with an Ikea bag full of his belongings. He grinned at me before pushing past me and into the house. ’Grab that, Ian,’ he said, pointing to the bag. I rolled my eyes and followed him into the house, closing the door behind us. It turned out, his girlfriend had caught him sleeping with a guy from work and had kicked him out. He had had a penchant for sticking his dick places where it had no business being since he was a young teenager, and even now at 25 he was still having trouble controlling his impulses. It wasn’t until he said he was going to be staying for a few weeks while he found somewhere else to live that I realised that he was going to be there for my weekend of gaming with Joe. I wouldn’t have minded this so much, but he had a nasty habit of inserting himself (if you’ll pardon the expression) into my nights with friends. He went through a phase - before he got his first fuck buddy - of getting us to play truth or dare every time I had friends over. I’m pretty sure everyone in my group of friends has either touched or sucked his dick at some point, after which he’d miraculously lose interest in the game and disappear into his room. It got to the point where I used to volunteer to suck his dick every time I had a friend coming over, just as an avoidance tactic; it was an opportunity he rarely passed up.
A few days later, the day before Joe was due to come over, I was walking past my brother’s room and heard him talking on the phone. ’Oh please, babe... come on. I miss you,’ he said. He sounded almost pathetic. ’I miss that pretty mouth most of all,’ he said, and I could hear the raised woman’s voice on the other end of the phone even from outside the room. ’Yeah well fuck you too!’ he said, and I heard him throw his phone onto his desk with a clatter. I started to tiptoe backwards down the corridor. My parents had just left for their trip, so if he heard a sound, he’d know it was me. I was betrayed by a creaky floorboard. ’Ian?’ he said, but I remained silent. He poked his head out of his bedroom door and saw me standing there, arms raised in an almost cartoonish ’tiptoe away’ pose. He rolled his eyes. ’Get in here,’ he said. I sighed. As soon as I walked into the room I could see the tent in his pants. He stood with his hands on his hips. ’Well? It ain’t gonna suck itself.’
The next day, I had just finished giving Anthony his traditional pre-emptive blowjob when the doorbell rang. I ran to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth with some mouthwash before heading down to answer the door. Joe was standing there with a backpack and a smile that seemed to meet the bottom of his thick glasses. ’Hey man,’ he said, ’I’ve been looking forward to this all week!’ I stepped out of the way and he walked in.
’Me too, but I just need to warn you...’ I started, but I didn’t get to finish that thought.
’Hey, what’s up nerds?’ said Anthony, striding down the corridor. Joe looked at me, aghast. I smiled apologetically. The silence hung in the air. Anthony smirked. ’Well, this has been fun as always. I’ll see you both later.’ He wandered off back upstairs. I looked at Joe and shrugged, and we headed into my bedroom, which was opposite Anthony’s. Joe was quite short and skinny, with short blond hair, and a little pot gut which had developed after his discovery of beer a few years earlier. I had longer, darker hair and some muscle, but I was still shorter and less well developed than my brother. He removed some beers from his backpack and a couple of extra controllers for the N64 and first generation Playstation and we got to work, thankfully with no interruptions from brother dearest. We played for hours. I won a lot, as I always had, but Joe didn’t seem to be having a bad time. We had just finished what must have been our hundredth game on Super Smash Bros when Joe announced that he needed to go pee, and stumbled towards the door. I lay back on my bed as he closed the door. I’d had a couple of beers but wasn’t even remotely buzzed, but before I knew it I’d fallen asleep. When I woke up about an hour later, my first thought was that Joe wasn’t back yet. This was odd, so I got up and walked out of my room to go find him.
I turned into the corridor to find my brother, walking slowly away from me. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, which wasn’t exactly unusual, but the way he was walking was decidedly strange. He seemed almost weighed down. ’Hey Anthony, have you seen Joe anywhere?’
’Joe? I’m sure he’s around here... somewhere,’ he said, turning around and rubbing his distended gut, grinning from ear to ear. My face fell.
’You didn’t!’
’Oh, I did,’ he said, belching and rubbing his belly in a slow circular motion. ’I’ve been dying to get that geek in my gut since you were twelve, but I’m so glad I waited. It was so much more... fulfilling.’ He belched again and I was hit in the face by something hard and slimy. I looked down and saw a pair of spit-covered glasses laying on the ground. I bent down to pick them up and looked up to see Anthony standing over me, grinning. ’While you’re down there...’ he said,
slipping down the waistband of his shorts and poking his dick into my face. I was too shocked to object and went to work. It didn’t take long to coax a load out of him, though it was obvious that he’d spunked in his shorts as he’d swallowed my best friend. I felt him grab my hair and drag me to a standing position, where I still had to look up at him. ’That was lovely. But there’s just one more thing. That little pipsqueak didn’t really fill me up. So...’ he said, opening his mouth unbelievably wide and shoving my head into it before I could react. With my head firmly between his jaws, he clamped his hands around my arms so that I couldn’t move and continued to guide me into his mouth with the occasional loud gulp or glorping noise. As my head passed into his throat I could hear the sounds of his body all around me, but the insistent glug of his stomach was my most pressing concern. As I continued on my journey up to my waist, I felt my brother moving as he wandered back into his bedroom with my kicking legs protruding out of his distended mouth. I could feel a rhythmic pumping and I assumed that he was masturbating - I almost had to admire his insatiability, even given my current predicament.
As my head poked into his stomach, I heard a scared little voice say, ’Ian?’
’Yep. It’s me.’ I said, pointlessly.
’Oh thank god, what are we going to do?!’ he asked, panicked, as though I was a fountain of knowledge on the subject. An idea formed in my head. ’Shh, don’t panic. I’ll get us out of this, don’t worry.’ The pair of us jostled around as my brother sat down, and I slid further into his stomach and almost headbutted Joe. With one final swallow, my feet joined us both in Anthony’s stomach - I’d have liked to see him now, with his stomach bloated out with two unwilling participants. I could feel his hands caressing the sides of the no doubt huge dome of flesh.
’So what’s the plan?’ Joe asked as I righted myself, sitting on the bottom of the stomach after having manoeuvred Joe into my lap. I fumbled in my pants and dug out my phone, which had somehow survived the trip down with me without Anthony even noticing.
’You’re not going to like it.’ I whispered.
’Try me.’
’You’re going to have to get into my stomach. Then I convince him to let me out, and then I let you out. He’s more likely to let me go if he thinks he’s still got you.’ I said, looking at Joe with a serious expression on my face. Joe looked at me incredulously, before he nodded his approval. ’You’re sure about this?’ he said.
’Yes. Now come on, we don’t have much time,’ I said impatiently, and opened my mouth. To my surprise, he put his hands in without me having to say anything and it wasn’t long before they were caught in my throat, and Joe was on his way into a stomach for the second time that night. I had never done this before, but I’d been doing a lot of reading on the subject and I knew I could do it. The pain in my jaw was news to me though, and it ached as I squeezed Joe’s narrow shoulders into my mouth and then down my throat. It was a relief as I passed his belly, which had gotten bigger as he’d filled it with beer all night, but at least it was pliable. I used my fingers to squeeze it in as it cleared my teeth. It was easy after that, and before I knew it, his toes were slipping past my lips and he was wholly inside me. I sighed and belched stale air back into my brother’s stomach as my former best friend settled into mine. The sensation was unlike anything I’d felt before, I was so full... so satisfied. I felt an appreciative pat on on the outside of Anthony’s stomach. 
’Well, that sure was something. I didn’t know you had it in you.’ Anthony said. I could hear him better than I’d expected. ’I came like three times while you two were jostling about in there.’
’So let me out and we can do it again,’ I said hopefully. There was a pause.
’That’s not a bad idea,’ he said, clearly thinking about it. But then I felt him rubbing his distended gut and I knew I didn’t have a chance. ’On second thoughts, bro, I think I like you better in there.’
I felt Joe begin to squirm, he’d clearly heard Anthony too and wanted to be let out. I knew I should, but what would be the point? We were both going to be digested anyway, what should it matter whose stomach it happened in? I thumped my chest and let out a tremendous belch, and the struggling in my belly died off. The only reason I’d invited Joe over this weekend was to try and get him into my gut anyway, I just never imagined it would happen quite like this.
’Anthony, I just want to say... you’re an asshole.’
’I know, bro. I know.’
I felt him massaging his engorged gut and pumping his cock as he belched again, I felt the stomach constrict around me, and everything went black.