“What the fuck is wrong with you today, man? Get a god damn move on.”
He tried to push it from his mind, and he climbed up into the truck, but for the rest of the shift, he stayed silent. Derek gave up after a few minutes, and resigned himself to a day of silence, wondering what in the world had gotten into Billy all of a sudden. Billy found himself checking his reflection in the side mirrors of the truck. Whenever he focused on it, he could recognize himself, but when he caught it at a glimpse, he’d whirl over like he’d just seen a stranger. Still, the more he worked with Derek, the more he got his hands dirty, he started to feel like the dream was fading somewhat, though the most unnerving fact–that he still didn’t have much memory of what was going on–remained constant. At nine, they parked the truck for a bit and went to a little cafe for coffee and a bite to eat. Derek ordered for them both, and came over to the table with a heavily sugared red eye for Billy, along with four pastries, and looking at it, he suddenly had a deja vu. He’d done this before, hadn’t he? Not this, exactly, but he’d eaten here before, lots to times, with Derek on their route…right?
“Alright, now what the hell’s the matter with you man? Ever since you blanked out earlier, you’ve been like a god damn stone.”
“Yeah…I don’t…I’m sorry, maybe I just had too much to drink last night.”
“Man, you have too much to drink every night. You were passed out drunk on the couch like usual.”
Billy looked at him. Had he been? He didn’t remember, but how would Derek even know that, anyway?”
“I’m just…a little out of sorts is all.”
He looked down, and saw that without realizing it, he’d already eaten one of the pastries Derek had bought for him, and had started on a second. He’d been talking with his mouthful the entire time. Either unwilling or unable to stop, he kept going, the two of them making small talk, though it was a bit difficult for Billy, because most of the time he had no idea what Derek was talking about. They got up from the table, and Billy adjusted his coveralls to better fit around his small paunch, and followed Derek back to the truck. “Look bro, I know you better than anyone. I can tell something’s up. What aren’t you telling me?”
Billy was quiet for a moment, and then tried to put the words together. What was wrong, even? Everything? Nothing? “Do you…look, maybe I should ask you…did we have sex in…in an alley, earlier today?”
“I think I would remember that,” Derek said with a laugh, “Is that your problem? You’re fuckin’ horny? Bro, you know we can take care of that back in the cab.” Derek came closer to him, pushing Billy up against the side of the truck. “You know big bro is always ready for his little bro, any time.”
Billy’s gut was pushing into Derek’s, not uncomfortably, but rather, like it was something he’d never felt before. In his dream, he’d been in decent shape–certainly not peak condition, but now, he could tell he was fatter. Then again, hadn’t he always been fat? “I-I mean…” fuck he was hard again. Derek leaned in before he could say anything else and started kissing him, and Billy was more than happy to return the affection.
“I think we can spare an extra few minutes for lunch, don’t you? I bet you want some dessert, right?”
Billy licked his lips, and got down on his knees. He realized, suddenly, that he’d done this before. Derek unzipped his coveralls and let his cock out of his briefs. He’d done this before, in the alley, he had, he knew he had, and he wanted it, he wanted to taste it again. He took the cock in his mouth, and he realized something else–he’d done this lots of times. He sucked his brother off all the time, right? He knew just where to nibble, just how hard to suck. Derek reached around and grabbed his hair, just like he had in the alley, just like he always did, and started shoving his cock down his throat. He’d gagged before (or had he not gagged in ages?) and just let his brother fuck him rough.
“Fat…Fat fuckin’ pig. Fuck,” Derek groaned, “Fuckin’ eat it!”
The cock in Billy’s mouth exploded, and he swallowed it all down, before hefting himself back up with a hand from his brother.
“Thanks bro, I’ve been horny all morning.”
“Even after our fuck earlier?”
Derek just looked at him, “What fuck earlier?”
“When…when you fucked me in the alley.”
“We never fucked in an alley today.”
Billy was certain he remembered Derek fucking him, but from the look in his brother’s eyes, he knew he wouldn’t believe him. He just shrugged and climbed back up into the cab.
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