Babysittting Alex – Part 3
Let’s do it another way!
Teen Male / Teen Male
Detention 4
It didn’t take long for Chris to cum in my ass. He took his big dick out of me and stuffed it back into his zipper. Billy Anderson had already put on his clothes and was heading down the bleachers. “Hey, wait up,” Chris said as Billy was heading out of the gym door. I put on my shirt, grabbed my backpack, and started to make my way down the bleachers as well.
“Chris, I need to talk to you,” I said. He ignored me. I hurried to catch up with him, grabbing him by one of his broad shoulders to make him stop. “Chris, I said I need to talk to you.”
“What about, B?” he asked.
We both exited the gymnasium and headed out to the parking lot. The night was approaching quickly. I needed to get home before my mother came from work. Billy walked ahead of us, heading out of the gates. “Yo Billy,” Chris said, “I’ll hit you up later.”
“Alright,” Billy yelled back and disappeared around a corner.
Chris strolled over to his big, white truck, which was parked off campus, way down the street. I followed behind him. “Will you wait one fuckin minute so that I can talk to you?” I said.
“You can talk and walk at the same time, can’t you?” Chris asked.
“Why did you tell Billy Anderson about us?”
Chris didn’t say anything. He walked a bit faster. “Stop!” I yelled.
“What the fuck do you want, B?” Chris halted, turned around, and gave me an annoyed glance.
“I wanna know why you told Billy Anderson about the two of us.”
Chris walked up to me, close enough that I could smell the alluring scent of his sweaty body. “I told him you gave me head a few times, nothin’ special. He asked me if you would suck his dick and I said told him probably.”
A part of me couldn’t believe that he was saying that to me, and the other part was mad at me for not thinking that he wouldn’t say that about me. “Is that all you think I am, Chris? The little gay boy that sucks your dick?”
Giving me one of his trademark cocky grins, Chris told me, “What else would I think bout you, B?” I wanted to knock the shit outta him right there. “And what are you so mad about anyway?” he asked. “I saw you suckin Bill’s dick, eatin his ass out. You know you liked it. Neither one of us forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. Don’t be mad at me cause you feel all guilty now.”
“Who said anything bout me feelin guilty? It’s about you disrespecting me.”
Chris shrugged. “Well, I don’t respect you, B. You don’t respect me. Thought that shit was already understood.” He took another step forward and grabbed my dick through my jeans, giving it a firm squeeze; it started to harden. “We fuck. We don’t hug and kiss, we don’t go to the movies, we don’t call each other on the phone and say stupid shit to each other…we just fuck. You’re not my boyfriend. You never will be.”
“I don’t want you to be my boyfriend,” I told him, snatching his hand off my crotch. “I don’t want shit from you.”
Chris squeezed my ass. “Oh yeah. You want somethin from me.”
“You’re not as tight as you think you are,” I told him.
Again, Chris shrugged. “Maybe you’re right, B. Maybe I’m not.” He still wore that same arrogant smile.
“And you can cut out all that passive aggressive shit,” I said.
Chris turned and walked away from me. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about, B. See you tomorrow in detention.” I watched him, mad as fuck, as he got into his truck and drove away, leaving me lookin like a fuckin idiot, alone on the sidewalk. I angrily began to make my way toward the bus stop.
I didn’t get home until after seven o’ clock. My mother was in the kitchen making dinner. “Brandon, where the hell have you been?” she asked.
“Was at the library,” I said. She didn’t know that I had been having detention for the past week and a half.
“Food is almost ready,” she said.
I really wasn’t feeling hungry. I went to my room, closed the door, and plopped on my bed. I tried to do my homework, but I kept thinkin about Chris; tried listening to the radio, but of course, all I could do was think about Chris. Thinkin about him was buggin the shit outta me! I reached under my pillow and took out Chris’ jockstrap, the one he had worn the first time he had come over my house and we had fucked on my bed. It smelled just like him, just like his sweaty balls. My dick got rock hard as I continued to sniff the crotch area of the jock. Pulling down my zipper, my cock popped out and I started to stroke it. It was still sticky from before and still smelled like Billy Anderson’s hot ass. I laid flat on my bed, with Chris’ jockstrap still in one hand, and proceeded to jack myself off, thinkin about all the times that Chris and I had fucked. The thought of his massive, eleven inch dick driving hard and fast up my ass made me start to sweat. I pulled off my shoes, pants, underwear, completely. As I played with my balls, I imagined Chris Green’s full lips sliding up and down my shaft, covering my nuts, his tongue wiping my asscrack, entering my hole, tongue fucking me. My mouth watered at the thought of swallowing his hot, hard big cock, him raping my mouth, me drinking his sweet and sour cum, of him drinking mine. When I was ready to shoot my load, I covered my dick with Chris’ jockstrap, spilling my cum all over the front of it. Stuffing the strap under my bed, I put on my pants and left my room for dinner.
The next day in detention, I made sure to sit as far away from Chris and Billy as I could. Both of them kept looking at me the entire time, whispering to each other and then laughing. Whenever I would look over in their direction, Chris would wink his eye and Billy would lick his lips and they both would burst out laughing. I tried to ignore them, to act like they weren’t bothering me. But they were, especially Chris. He always knew how to piss me off. After detention, Chris and Billy left together, laughing, probably about me. I was almost out of the door when my teacher, Ms. Navarro said to me, “You don’t need to come in tomorrow, Brandon.”
I turned around. “What?”
“This is your last day of detention. You don’t need to come in anymore.”
“What about Billy and Chris?”
“They still have to be here tomorrow. But not you,” she said.
“Why not Chris? He’s had detention as long as me. How come he has to stay longer?”
Ms. Navarro gave me a sharp look. “Do you really care that much?”
I didn’t answer her. I just left the classroom.
My cell phone rang later that night about twenty minutes after midnight. I didn’t want to answer it, but it kept on ringing and was driving me insane. Sitting up in bed I answered it: “Hello?”
“It’s me.” For some reason I didn’t recognize the guy’s voice, partly because I was half-asleep, and the other part because he was whispering.
“Me who?”
“It’s me you dumb ass–Chris.”
I rolled my eyes in the dark. “What the fuck are you calling me for at twelve thirty at night?”
“Wanted to see you. Come outside.”
“What?”
“I’m outside your house,” Chris said. “Come out here.”
I didn’t really believe that he was actually outside my house, so I got out of my bed and headed over to my window, looking outside onto the dark street. Sure enough, I saw Chris’ white truck parked along the sidewalk, headlights on and everything. “Are you serious? What the fuck are you doin here?”
“You know why I’m here. Just come outside.”
I was annoyed and still sleepy, but I wanted to see him anyway. “Give me ten minutes,” I told him and hung up. I took a two minute shower, brushed my teeth, some wrinkled clothes, and I headed outside to Chris’ truck.
“Took your ass long enough,” Chris said as I got inside of the truck.
“I can’t believe you came to my house at midnight.”
Chris turned on the engine and we started to cruise down the street. “I was thinkin bout you.”
“No you wasn’t. You just wanted to fuck.”
Chris chuckled. “That too.” He took one hand off the steering wheel and used it to reach inside of the sweatpants I wore to grab my thickening dick. “You wanted to fuck too.” He massaged my nutsack with his warm hand, before taking it out and sniffing his fingers. “Love the way your balls smell, B.” I placed my hand on his dick, and I felt it growing beneath his baggy jeans. I unbuckled his pants, pulling down the zipper. He wore no underwear so it was easy to find his giant stick. It felt really warm in my hand, and it grew and hardened until all eleven inches were revealed. I wet my palm with my spit and rubbed around the big head of Chris’ dick. He groaned lightly at first and then more as I start to go up and down the long, thick shaft. I bent my head down toward his dick to suck it, but Chris stopped me. “Not yet, B. You’ll make me crash into somethin.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see when we get there,” Chris said.
I continued to stroke Chris’ dick. His precum was dripping on my fingers and I licked it up. “Don’t even know why I’m goin anywhere with you, especially after what you said bout me today.”
“What did I say?” Chris asked innocently.
“You basically said that I was your cum bucket and that you didn’t like me.” I squeezed Chris’ dick really hard and his hips jerked upward.
“If I didn’t like you, B, I wouldn’t be comin’ over your house at twelve o clock in the morning. You wouldn’t be in this truck.”
“Maybe you was just desperate and couldn’t find somebody else to fuck.”
“I can always find somebody to fuck, B.”
I looked outside and realized that we were back at our school. “What are we doing here, Chris?”
He took my hand off his dick, put it back into his jeans, and pulled up his zipper.
“Just come on, B.” Chris parked the car on the sidewalk, stopped the engine, and got out of the truck into the dark night. Reluctantly, I did the same. We entered the campus and I followed Chris as he made his way toward the football field. Because the moon was out, there was enough light for me to able to see where I was going.
The football field was almost unnaturally quiet. I was so used to hearing people shouting, and people running all over the place, that it seemed unreal that we were the only two people on campus. It wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be; there was occasional breezes, but I was fine without a jacket. I followed Chris to the middle of the field where we stopped and stared at each other. “So…” I said, “What now.”
Chris tugged me by the waistband of my sweat shorts, close to him. His large hands immediately found their way to my ass and he squeezed it tightly. He lowered his head, brought his face close to mine, and kissed me, hard and long. His wet, hot tongue dove into my mouth and our tongues clashed and caressed each other. Both of our dicks were super hard and poking against each other through our pants. I unzipped his jeans again and tugged his big dick out of my pants as we still kissed each other wildly. His dick felt so hot in my hand that I thought it would leave a scorch mark on my palm. Chris lowered my sweatpants mid thigh, so that my dick and ass was revealed. With one hand, he squeezed my nutsack, and with the other he placed it in my asscrack, and started vigorously rubbing around my asshole. I moaned deeply. Chris turned his baseball cap sideways and got down on his knees in the grass before my hard dick. He was still jerking me off with one hand, while his finger was forcing its way up my hole. The head of my dick rubbed up against Chris’ wet lips, and a tingle ran down the back of my legs to my feet. He lifted my dick, resting it on his nose, and started to lick my balls. My ass clenched tight, trapping his finger in my buttcrack. He sucked one nut into his mouth, and then the other, and then both at the same time. My whole body felt like it was charged with electricity or somethin. Chris continued to lick my balls for about another minute or to before he started to lick the underside of my shaft. He started at the base, and slowly, very slowly, dragged his tongue upward, towards the head. Chris stopped right quick to lick his fingers, and then he shoved his long middle finger up my ass and devoured my dick at the same time. the duel sensations made my knees buckle and I tossed my head back and howled to the moon, like a wolf. Chris took my dick all the way down his throat, keeping it there for a while, wetting it with his fiery spit and warming it up with his humid breath. I put on hand on the top of Chris’ hat-covered head as he took my dick partway out of his mouth. Chris took his finger out of my asshole, grabbed hold of my hips, and forced me deeper into his mouth. “Oh goddamn it,” I yelled out.
“Don’t scream so fuckin loud,” Chris said.
I pushed his head back onto my dick. Chris expertly slipped my cock in and out of his mouth, drowning my dick with his spit, making my toes curl with the way he caressed my cock with his tongue. Each blow job Chris gave me was better than the one before it. He pulled my pants down all the way to my ankles. Kicking off my shoes, I took my pants off completely. Chris stood up, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and yanked it over my head, leaving butt naked in front of him. I forcibly took off his shirt, exposing his super muscular chest. It was incredible the way the moonlight shone on his hard pecs and his tight six pack. I mashed my face against Chris’ chest and began to suck on his hard nipple. Chris growled lowly, and when I started to bite him, he groaned very loudly. His dick was poking against my stomach, seeping his sticky cock juices on my skin. I started to move downward, with my tongue, down his smooth warm skin to his navel, down to the thin trail of hair that led to his bush. I yanked Chris’ jeans open, almost tearing off the button, and pulled them down to his ankles. Getting on my knees, I looked at his giant dick, only an inch or two away from my face. I had sucked Chris’ dick many times before, but this time, I planned on making it being the best head service he would’ve ever gotten. I opened my mouth, grabbed Chris’ tight, bubble round ass, and wrapped my lips around the large head of his cock. Chris’ lower body trembled. I opened my mouth wider and stuffed as much of his dick into my mouth at the same time as I could. “Shit,” Chris whispered, “You suck the best fuckin dick, B.”
I started to move faster, taking Chris’ dick in and out of my mouth at rapid speed, covering each inch with thick, hot spit, swallowing the precum that landed on my tongue. I ran my hands over his hard abs; Chris swiveled his hips slowly, shoving his dick deeper and deeper into my mouth, almost until it was hard for me to breathe; but even then, I continued to deep throat him, loving the salty taste of his precum, loving the way his musky nutsack smelled, loving the fact that his colossal eleven inch dick was in my mouth, and that I was giving him the most fiercest pleasure. I wanted to feel that big dick of his goin in my ass; I wanted Chris to fuck the shit out of me, just like he did the first time we fucked in Ms. Navarro’s classroom. Taking his dick out of my mouth, I lied down flat on the slightly damp grass, looking up at Chris as he stood over me, jacking off. “I want you to fuck me,” I told him.
“Hell fuckin yeah,” Chris said. He got down and covered me with his beautiful body. We were both sweating and breathing heavily. Chris kissed me for a while, before he began to lick down my chest to my navel. I thought he was gonna put his mouth on my dick again, but he didn’t. Instead, Chris rolled me over on my stomach. My heart was beating extra fast. Chris started licking at the top of my neck, and trailed downward to my back. His tongue felt like wet fire going down my body. He kept going, licking downward, past my lower back, to the very top of my asscrack. Once he reached my ass, Chris grabbed each sphere tightly and then smacked my ass so hard that it echoed on the field and made me bite my lower lip. “You got the best fuckin ass I ever seen in my whole fuckin life,” Chris told me. Again, he gave me another slap on my ass, just as hard as the first one, but for some reason it felt better this time. “Fuck,” Chris whispered, “I can never get tired of this ass.” With that, he pried my ass open super wide with his big hands, and then I felt his hot breath going inside my asscrack. I arched my back and lifted my hips upward slightly, so that my ass was pressing more against his face. Chris massaged my ass cheeks as he started to lick my asscrack. He started at the bottom, lifting his tongue upward along my crack. Chris gave my asshole a quick poke with the tip of his tongue and kept moving upward. By this time, my skin was burning up. I exhaled deeply and Chris jammed his tongue into my asshole. I was so surprised and filled with powerful sensations that I screamed out loud again, very loudly. Chris didn’t tell me to shut the fuck up that time, he continued to eat out my ass, very quickly and roughly. When he was finished my asshole was wet, warmed up, and ready for his fat dick to rip it open even more.
“I’m bout to fuck you so fuckin good,” Chris yelled. “Oh fuck, I’m bout to tear this pretty ass open.” Chris got on top of me, his stomach mashing against my back, his big dick pressing up against my asscrack. I closed my eyes as he positioned his dick into my asscrack. I felt like I was on a fuckin roller coaster, at the very top of the hill, waiting, anxiously, excitedly, and impatiently for the big drop. Chris pressed the head of his dick against my asshole, and I swear somebody probably could’ve heard my heart racing ten blocks away. Chris wrapped his arms around my chest, squeezing me very tightly so that I couldn’t move, and with a light groan, he shoved his mega huge dick into my ass. The sweetest pain filled my body and every nerve felt like it had been electrocuted with the best shock in the world. I didn’t scream out loud, but my body was screaming with pleasure, and my mouth was open so fuckin wide. My eyes were still closed, and I was adjusting to the incredible sensation of Chris’ dick in my ass. Even though he had fucked me before, more than once, each time he jammed his cock into my ass was like a brand new experience. Chris didn’t waste any time; he proceeded, just like he told me he would, to fuck the shit out of me. For a moment, I thought my body would go numb, and I prayed that it wouldn’t, because I wanted to feel every thrust of Chris’ dick going in and out of my ass. My hands were clenched tightly into fists, my teeth grinding each other, my eyes squeezed so tight that I didn’t know if I would be able to open them again. Chris had never fucked me before like the way he was doing at that moment. “Damn this ass is so tight,” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum a fuckin lake in this ass,” Chris said. He gripped my shoulders and forced me deeper and harder onto his cock. My whole body was convulsing every second, and the cum was rising in me so fast. “Oh shit,” Chris said, “I’m close.”
I was closer than close. Any second now I was gonna bust my nut all over the place. Chris felt so good inside of me that tears were welling in my eyes. And then I felt it– my nutsack tightened, my inner thighs trembled; I threw my head back, arched my back as much as I could–sending Chris’ dick deeper inside of me, and the cum just burst out of my dick all into the grass. If Chris said he was gonna cum a fuckin lake in my ass, then I was cumming a fuckin ocean. My body went through so many convulsions that I felt like I was having a fuckin seizure or somethin. Right after that, Chris gripped my hips tightly, gave me a super hard thrust, and his nut exploded in my ass. It was the warmest, wettest load that I had ever taken. Chris collapsed on me, licking the sweat off my back. He rested his head on me for a few moments as I caught my breath. “That was so fuckin tight,” Chris said.
“I know.”
And then Chris hopped up and began to put on his clothes quickly. “Get up and put your shit on. We have to go.”
But I didn’t want to move. I could’ve laid there all night with him until the morning. But Chris was right. We needed to leave. I put my clothes on slowly, and when we were both fully clothed, Chris and I headed back to his truck and he drove me back to my house. Once we reached my place, Chris gave me another kiss, a very passionate kiss. I didn’t know he was capable of that and it surprised me a little bit. “Guess we’ll be doin this again tomorrow after detention,” he said.
My heart skipped. “Oh. Um…”
“Um, what?” Chris asked.
“Ms. Navarro said that I didn’t have to come to detention anymore. She said today was my last day.”
Chris gave me a disbelieving look. “Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“What about me?”
“She said you still had to come in for the rest of the week.”
Chris gave me another apprehensive look and I was starting to get a little nervous. “Why the fuck do you get out free and I’m still there?”
“I don’t know.”
“What the fuck do you know, Brandon?” Chris asked me angrily. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel and the horn honked loudly. A dog barked in the distance.
“Chris, calm down.”
“Don’t fuckin tell me to calm down, B. That stupid bitch gets on my fuckin nerves.”
“It’s only like two more days,” I said. I shouldn’t have said that `cause that just made Chris explode even more.
“I don’t give a fuck if it was just two minutes. It’s not fuckin fair. The only reason she let you go is cause you fuckin suck up to her ugly ass all the time.”
“No, that’s not the reason.”
“You better fuckin be there tomorrow, B,” Chris said. “When I go to detention tomorrow, you better be fuckin be there. If you’re not, I’m gonna be pissed off so fuckin much. I’m not fuckin around with you, B.”
“Is it that serious?” I asked.
Chris looked at me as though I were the most annoying thing he had ever seen. “What the fuck are you doin in my truck anyway? We’re here at your house. Get the fuck out.”
“No, I’m tryin to talk to your stupid ass.”
“Brandon…” It made me really nervous the way he said that. “Get the fuck out right now. If you don’t, I’m gonna push you out.”
“Whatever,” I muttered. I opened the door and stepped out. The night had suddenly gotten to be really cold.
Chris lowered the passenger window and said. “Remember what I said, you better be there.” Before I could say something, Chris peeled off down the street, making the dogs bark even louder. I just stood there, watching as his truck sharply disappear around the corner. I was fucking speechless. Slowly, I turned around and headed inside.
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*KNOCK KNOCK*
“Charlie? Steven?”
Huh? What’s going on? I awoke in a daze to knocking at the door to Steven and my hotel room. What a night last night was. My brother had fucked my ass hard and it was still sore from the ride.
“You two awake?”
Oh…mom.
“Coming”
I got up, naked. Odd. I usually sleep in my boxers. I put on some underwear and went to the door, unlocked it, and cracked it.
“Yeah?” I asked, groggily.
“I guess that answers that. Is Steven up?” she asked?
“Nope.”
“Ok. Well get him up. Put your bathing suits on. We’re going to the beach to get some sun. Be downstairs in 15 minutes.”
“Gotcha.”
Mom walked away, back to her room and I closed the door. Some fun in the sun huh? Sounds like it was going to be a good day. I walked back towards the bed with the intent of waking up Steven when I had a better idea. In my haste to answer the door I had uncovered both of us. Steven was lying on his back in bed, naked, hot. His large cock resting to the side of his large balls, the foreskin covering the head.
I walked over to his side of his bed and kneeled at the edge. For a second I stared at his cock. No matter how many times I’d seen his cock in the last 48 hours I couldn’t get over how beautiful it is. I reached out my hand and gently grabbed his cock in the middle of the shaft; it was heavy in my hand. I started to slowly pump his dick, feeling it grow larger and harder with each passing second. Before long it was stand proud and tall at its full length.
Now the fun could begin. I scooted up a bit and slowly moved my head towards his cock. Slowly, and gently, I licked up the length of his cock, wetting in down. I licked it again, and again, savoring the feeling of his hard cock against my tongue. My tongue traced one of the veins up his cock and to the head. His foreskin rested just behind the head revealing his smooth glans. I pumped his cock sending his foreskin up over the ridge to partially cover his head before sliding it back down again. His cock twitched gently in my hand.
Out of his piss slit leaked a drop of precum; it looked so delicious. I gently placed my lips on the tip of his cock and gently sucked as I once again pumped his cock, sucking out the sweet nectar. It was so good, sweet and slippery. I couldn’t get enough of my brother’s delicious precum; I craved it. I backed off just for just a second to lip my lips before returning to his cock and taking the full head in my mouth. I ran my tongue along the underside of the head, flicking his frenulum.
“Mmmm”
I let his cockhead slide out of my mouth *Pop*. I looked up at Steven. He was wide awake and looking at me with a big grin on my face.
“You just can’t get enough of my big cock can you?”
Steven grabbed his cock and moved it close to my mouth. I accepted the head back into my mouth. I swirled my head around it gently.
“You are a slut,” Steven said with a slight laugh.
I let his cock fall out of his mouth again and patted it with my hand.
“Mom told me to get you up,” I glanced at his cock, “I did that. Good thing you’re awake too.”
Steven smirked at my joke.
“Get up,” I said, “We’re going to the beach. Put on your bathing suit.”
“But we’re so pale!”
“Well, we can change that today.”
Being from upstate New York really left one at a disadvantage when it came to the beach. We didn’t get much sun so we were both really, really pale. I’m pretty sure my ass and my chest were the same color. I was almost transparent at some places.
Steven and I got dressed in our bathing suits though we had to wait for his erection to go down before we could leave the room. It was actually incredibly how big of a tent his cock made in his bathing suit. I could only imagine what it must be like trying to hide a random boner with a dick that big. Score one for my small penis.
“Guess it’s a good thing we stopped wearing speedos huh?” I joked.
“Jesus, I can only imagine the looks I’d get wearing one.”
Steven looked at me. A huge grin spread across his face.
“I’d get a lot of phone numbers.”
I rolled my eyes and we headed out the door. When we got downstairs our parents were waiting for us. Shit… how long had we taken?
“Took you guys long enough,” my mom said, looking at me.
“Sorry, I had to use the bathroom,” Steven responded.
“Ok. Let’s go, the cab is waiting.”
Steven glanced at me as if to say, “You’re welcome” and we followed our parents to the cab.
The beach was beautiful. It had been a very long time since I had been to a beach; we didn’t get to Florida much. The sun was beating down, making for a very hot day. The sand was beautiful and soft. It was hot under my feet as we walked to find a spot to set up base. The water was a dark blue and it sparkled for as far as the eye could see. There was a light breeze coming from the ocean, carrying the scent of salt water with it. The beach was packed with people in all directions.
We laid out for a little while, soaking up the sun. It was so wonderful to just lay there in the heat and feel the sun’s rays beating down on us. Mom fell asleep while dad read his book and looked up now and then to survey the beach. I poked Steven in the side.
“Let’s go for a walk, I’m bored.”
Steven opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me.
“Ok. Let’s go.”
We got up and told our dad that we were gonna head off down the beach. He nodded and we set off down the beach. We walked at a leisurely pace enjoying the feel of the sand under our feet and the sun shining on our backs. We didn’t say much, we just walked down the beach watching people as we went. Every now and then we’d see something interesting and comment on it, but for the most part we were silent. The farther away from the entrance to beach we went the less people there were. After we had walked for about 10 minutes there were very few people around as at all and the beach seemed much more pleasant.
Eventually Steven pointed up the beach, towards the dunes, and suggested we go up there. He nudged me in the direction of the dunes and I obliged. Not like I had anything else to do. When we got closer I noticed something that I hadn’t when we were closer to the water. The seagrape trees here arched over the beach for a couple feet and created a shaded area which was difficult to see. Steven shoved me in to the enclosure and followed after me, his bathing suit starting to tent.
“Here? People can see us.”
“No they can’t. Look around, we can barely see out of here. Just don’t make too much noise.”
Steven was right. Looking out, the trees did block the majority of the view. There were small gaps that we could see out of but it would be hard to see in. Behind me Steven had already stripped off his bathing suit and was standing with his cock fully erect.
“Take your bathing suit off.” Steven growled, impatient.
I stripped down and asked how he wanted to do this. I really didn’t want sand in my ass.
“Get on your hands and knees. I’m gonna fuck you like a dog.”
I did as he said and got down. He licked a finger and touched my asshole. Involuntarily I clenched briefly before remembering and relaxing. My hole was still slightly loose from the assault the night before; Steven’s finger slid in without difficulty.
“Still a little loose huh? That’ll make it easier at least.”
Steven got down on his knees behind me and for the second time in 24 hours Steven began to eat out my ass. His tongue was so wet as it slid in and out of my whole. The pleasure was so good but I wanted more. I wanted his cock. Steven wet my asshole thoroughly and loosened me up a great deal more by the time his tongue finally left my hole.
Like the night before Steven moved around to my face and pushed his cock towards my mouth; I didn’t need instructions. For the second time that day I took his dick into my mouth. I took as much of his cock as I could, wetting it down with my saliva as I sucked on it and ran my tongue along it. I could taste some residual salt from his brief dip in the ocean when we first got to the beach.
When his cock was wet enough he pulled it from my mouth and moved back around behind me. He rubbed his cock up and down a couple times, spreading my spit around. He quickly relubed my ass up with his tongue and then positioned himself.
“Ready?”
“Yes please.” You could hear the need in my voice.
Steven placed the head of his cock against my hole and I moaned in anticipation of the pleasure that I knew was coming my way. Steven started to push, sliding his cock into me. It went easier and less painfully than it had the night before. I guess you get used to being fucked I thought. Steven kept pushing steadily, quickly sinking the full length of his cock into me.
“Mmmm…” I moaned.
Steven kept his cock buried in me for a moment to let me get readjusted to having him in the depths of my ass. Slowly I felt him pull out and then push back into me. Steven continued to fuck me, slowly at first but speeding up gradually. With each thrust of his hips his body would slap against mine and his balls smack against my balls. The sounds of us fucking, the moans, groans, and slaps, turned me on almost as much of the very fact that my brother was inside of me. I had yet to touch my cock and it was rock hard and swinging between my legs. On exceptional hard thrusts my cock would swing up and hit me in the stomach leaving a small wet spot of precum.
“How are you still so tight?” Steven moaned, “Sarah always loosens up a bit when I fuck her. Your ass feels just as tight as it did last night.”
Steven knew that this couldn’t be a marathon session. We didn’t have hours to fuck like we had the night before, our parents were down the beach and they were probably wondering where we were by now. I looked back and saw a look of pleasure on Steven’s face as he pounded my ass. He grinned at me and slapped my ass
With one hand I grabbed my bathing suit and wiped my hand on it. While Steven continued sawing his dick into me I reached beneath my legs and grabbed my own cock. I started to jerk off, determined that I was going to cum too. With Steven fucking me like he was, hitting my prostate with each thrust, and how turned on I was, it wasn’t going to take me long to reach orgasm.
“I’m getting kinda close,” Steven gasped.
“Just hold on a bit longer,” I begged, jerking my cock harder and faster.
“I’ll try.”
Steven slowed down a little bit, trying to hold off his orgasm so that I could cum. I felt some his sweat drip onto my ass and that turned me on a little more. I continued jerking at a feverish pace. I wanted to cum so fucking bad. I started to feel that familiar feeling deep inside me and knew that I was getting close.
“I’m getting there.”
“Gotcha.”
Steven started pounding into me again, working to shoot his cum into me. Both of our breathing became erratic as together we approached orgasm. Beneath me my hand was practically a blur as I jacked off. Behind me Steven was humping me as fast as he could in his need to fill me.
“Fuck yes!” I moaned as my orgasm hit me.
My ass clenched around Steven’s cock, increasing the friction, as I started to cum into the sand beneath me. Five strings of cum exited my cock and landed in the sand. I almost collapsed from a combination of the pleasure of my orgasm and Steven’s pounding. I rode off my orgasm, out of breath as I felt his cock start to swell even more and pulse inside my hole.
“Here it comes,” Steven said hoarsely.
He roughly thrust into me once more, holding his cock balls deep inside me to shoot his cum as far into me as he could. He gasped with each pulse of his cock as he filled me up. He placed his hand on my back for support as he too coasted off of his orgasm.
He pulled his cock out of my ass leaving me feeling slightly empty and very loose.
“That never gets old,” Steven said with a grin on his face, looking at my gaping ass.
He stuck a finger into my ass and wiggled it around a little.
“What are you doing?”
“I dunno. Just seemed interesting.”
Steven pulled his finger out of my ass and showed it to me. His finger was covered in his cum from my ass.
“You want some?” he asked me.
The idea of tasting cum that had been in my ass both disgusted me and turned me on at the same time. I nodded and opened my mouth. I sucked on Steven’s cum covered finger, cleaning it off. I love the taste of his sweet cum but this time it had a slight nutty flavor to it. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Good?” Steven asked, clearly quite curious.
“Why don’t you have some?” I joked, shaking my ass at him.
“No thanks. Not much of a cum slut.” He said and stood up.
I clenched my ass and followed suit. As much as I clenched my ass it wasn’t enough and Steven’s cum started leaking out and down my legs.
“Looks like you need a little dip.”
“Looks that way.”
We got our bathing suits and made our way out of our little hideout and into the sun. We walked down towards the water, cum continuing to drip down my legs. Steven reached the water first and ran, diving in and surfacing several feet further out. I decided it would probably be safest if I just walked in. We floated around for a while letting the cum leak out of my ass and wash away in the water. We didn’t talk much, just floated.
When we finally got back to where our parents were they were both ready to go and were quite interested in why we had been gone so long. We said that we’d walked really far down the beach and then got in the water and let the current carry as back to where it was time to get out. That answer seemed to satisfy them and they didn’t say any more about it.
Steven felt like a burger for dinner so we decided upon Steak & Shake for dinner since my mom loved their milkshakes and melts. Dinner was much better than it had been the previous night and the conversation was lively. We all reveled in the color we had gained.
We headed back to the hotel and once again split up to our separate rooms.
“Do you think mom and dad are having as much sex this week as us?” Steven asked with a small laugh.
“Probably not. My ass is pretty sore.”
We got back to the room and decided on another shower together. The more the merrier right? I washed Steven first, soaping up his body starting at the top and working my way down his body. I spent a lot of time cleaning his cock, getting under the foreskin. By the time I finished cleaning him his cock was rock hard and glistening in the water from the shower. Steven then proceeded to wash me, working his way down my body. He got my ass all sudsy and then slipped a finger inside causing me to gasp.
“You like that huh? You like my finger in your ass?”
All I could manage was a moan.
Fucking me again wasn’t what Steven had in mind though. The fingering of my ass had gotten my cock nice and hard and that’s what he wanted. He got behind me, his large cock pressing against my back, and grabbed my cock. Slowly, Steven started to jerk my off.
“Your dick feels so weird in my hand. I’m not used to being able to wrap my fingers all the way around.”
“Shush,” I moaned as he started to speed up.
Soon Steven had me breathing hard and fast in no time at all as he jacked me off. He must have a lot of practice with his own cock because he was doing everything right. I was getting close to cumming and my breathing was getting shallow. In his hand my cock started to get even bigger and harder.
“I’m cumming!” I managed to say with a gasp as the first stream of cum left my cock.
Steven kept jacking me off, aiming my cock at the shower stall wall, as I came. I was almost spent from my orgasm while being fucked earlier in the day but I still had some sperm left in me. Two more jets of cum left shot out of my cock before my orgasm was reduced to a drizzle of cum. Nobody had ever made me cum before. I had half collapsed onto Steven at the onset of my orgasm and he continued to hold me up as he continued to slowly stroke my cock, milking it for every drop of cum. My foreskin moved over the ridge of my head over and over again making me wince from pleasure each time.
“Jesus!” was all I could manage as I sought to catch my breath.
“That was hot!” Steven said, finally releasing my cock and letting it fall down, semi-hard, against my balls.
All I could do was nod.
Steven and I got out of the shower and dried off. We brushed our teeth and got in bed, ready for a good night’s sleep. In my head I went over what had happened during the day. I couldn’t believe how good it all had been. I couldn’t believe I’d had sex in a public place. I couldn’t believe my little brother had cum inside me for a second time. What an incredible day; I could get used to this. Truly, there’s a lot of fun to be had in the sun.
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Detention 6
I woke up with Chris next to me. Sunlight poured through my window, filling my whole room with bright light and it took me a moment or two to realize that it was morning. It was morning and Chris was still in my bed, sleeping next to me. We had slept together in the same bed. All I could wonder was, “How did that happen?” His face was buried sideways on the pillow, his eyes lightly closed, and his mouth slightly open. I studied his perfect, beautiful face for a minute before I looked over at my alarm clock; it was ten minutes to eight. “Oh, shit! Chris wake up now!” I yelled.
Chris’ eyes popped open. He looked at me at first as though he couldn’t remember who I was and then he sat up in bed. “What am I still doin’ here?” he asked.
Quickly, I jumped out of bed, not wearing a damn thing, and found some underwear to put on. “We gotta hurry up. We’re supposed to be at school in like ten minutes.”
Chris didn’t move from the bed at all. He just stretched his powerfully muscular arms over his head, arched his back, causing all of the muscles in his upper body to flex and ripple. “Fuck school. Let’s just not go.”
“No, we gotta go. We’ll get detention again if we miss school.”
Sighing, Chris said, “We’ll probably get detention anyway.” He stepped out of bed, fully naked, the light illuminating his god-like body, and his giant, semi-hard dick swinging around like a pendulum. He picked up his shirt and put it on. “Where the fuck are my pants at?” he asked.
“Think you left `em in the living room. Let me go get them. I don’t know if my mother is home or not.” I left my room, went into the living room, and found Chris’ baggy jeans in a pile on the carpet beside the couch. Picking them up, I sniffed the crotch area of Chris’ jeans a few times, and I could smell his sweet, pungent scent through the denim. It made my dick harden a little bit in my boxer shorts. I jogged back to my room and handed Chris his jeans. “Chris we gotta hurry up and get to school. If we’re late, then we gotta go to detention…again. I’m not tryin to have detention on a fuckin Friday.”
Chris lazily stepped into his jeans. His dick was poking out of the zipper hole. He stuffed it back in and zipped them up. I was surprised to see how good Chris looked in the morning. He looked so fresh as though he didn’t just wake up. Me on the other hand, I knew that I probably looked like a big mess. “It’s already eight o’clock, B.” I checked the clock and saw that he was right. Fuck.
After he was finished dressing, Chris said, “I’ll see you later.”
“Wait a second, I’m almost dressed.”
“No. I need to go home and take a shower and put on some different clothes,” Chris told me.
“Why don’t you just wear what you got on now?”
“`Cause it’s musty, and I hate wearin’ the same thing twice.”
“You can just wear somethin of mine,” I told him. “We’re basically almost the same size.”
Chris looked at me as if I was stupid. “No offense, B. But I wouldn’t be caught fuckin dead wearin any of your shit.” He scoffed and walked out of the room. “I’ll see you later.”
I caught up with him in the living room just as he was about to open the front door, and grabbed him by the arm spinning around. I leaned my face in close to kiss him but Chris pulled back. “I’m cool, B. Your breath stinks.” He grinned, tugged open the door and left. I couldn’t believe he just said that to me–I mean I could believe he said that, because Chris always said shit like that, but that fuckin annoyed me. It just proved to me that the closer that I thought the two of us got, the more Chris proved to me that I wasn’t worth shit to him.
Since I didn’t have much time, I just put on a slightly wrinkled T-shirt and the same jeans I wore the day before. It was fifteen minutes after eight when I finally got out of the house. As I was getting on the bus, searching for my fare, I found the letter that Jason Coleman had written me last night. I paid the dollar fare, found a seat, and reread the note again.
Hey Brandon,
This is Jason. Came by your house around nine-fifteen, but nobody answered the door when I rang the doorbell…I’m kinda disappointed that I didn’t get spend time with you tonight…
As I thought about it, I realized that I was disappointed too.
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I reported to the main office where the bitter old receptionist, Ms. Grayson grimaced at me from behind her desk. “You’re an hour late, Mr. Newman,” she said.
“Um…my bus ran late…”
“Next time,” she said as she filled out a pink slip for me, “Wake up earlier.” Ms. Grayson handed the note to me. “Report to Mr.Wilson’s room at three-fifteen for detention. Next!”
So obviously I could see that this was already gonna be the worst fuckin day of my life. I snatched the slip away from her and stormed out of the office.
Later, during lunch, I saw Jason Coleman walking in my direction as I sat under my favorite tree.
As he came closer, I was just so mesmerized by how attractive he was; and not just the way he looked. There just seemed to be a confidence about him, a maturity about him that set him apart from most high school boys our age. Jason sat next to, smiling. “Hey,” he said. “Did you get that note I left you last night?”
“Yeah, I did…um…my mother wanted me to go somewhere with her at that last minute. I told her that you were comin over, but she didn’t care. I’m sorry I missed you.”
Jason looked at me intently with his bright hazel eyes for a few seconds, as if he were trying to decide if I was telling the truth or not. He just said, “It’s OK. That’s cool. Well, what are you doin after school?”
I sighed. “Got detention again. But afterwards I free to do whatever.”
“Good,” Jason said. He stood up. “Come to the library after you get out. I’ll be there.” Jason winked at me and walked away. I watched his ass through his semi-tight fitting jeans as he strode off. It was really tight and round-looking. I was still amazed that somebody as good-looking and sophisticated as he was would be interested in me. I looked around to see if Chris was spying on me as he had been the other day. When I didn’t see him, I gathered my stuff and headed to class.
I reported to room 738 after school for detention. The bad thing was that this wasn’t going to be like Ms. Navarro’s detention, where all we had to do was sit in our desks and look like idiots for forty-five minutes. Mr. Wilson, the detention teacher for the whole school, was an unnecessarily cruel asshole that made us actually do things as part of detention, like clean all the bathrooms or pick up trash all over campus. This was really not about to be fun.
There was only four other people in detention other than myself: this extremely good-looking, tall and muscular sophomore fifteen-year-old named Scott Howard, Rachel Johnson who was in my Physics class, and of course, the two people I really wasn’t all too excited to see: Billy Anderson and Chris Green. When Chris saw me, he smiled; I couldn’t really tell if it was an insulting smile, or a genuine smile. Just as I sat in my seat, I heard Mr. Wilson say to me in his extremely deep voice, “Five minutes late, Newman.”
I checked my watch. “It’s three fifteen now.”
Mr. Wilson pointed to the wall clock. “Not on that clock it isn’t.” He walked over to my desk, and as he came closer to me, I could smell the sweet scent of the cologne he wore. Mr. Wilson gripped both sides of my desk and lowered himself down so that our faces were at the same level. He stared at me deeply with his piercing ice-blue eyes. Very deliberately with his sexy lips moving slowly, Mr. Wilson said to me, “Don’t ever be late again, Newman.”
With my heart beating at rapid speed, I answered, “I won’t be.”
I heard Chris, Billy and Scott snickering at me. Mr. Wilson looked in their direction. “Did I tell any of you to make any fuckin noise?” he asked.
“No, sir,” all three said at once. I had forgotten that Mr. Wilson had been head coach for the football team in the fall and their Track and Field coach. That’s why Chris, Billy, and Scott respected (or were intimidated by) him so much. Mr. Wilson looked at me again, for a few seconds. And there was something in the way he looked at me, that was not just anger, but also a look of lust, like he wanted to fuck me right there. It was the same look Chris always gave me. I looked at the wedding band on Mr. Wilson’s finger and then I looked him directly in the eyes. Mr. Wilson arched one of his eyebrows slightly, stood up and headed back toward his desk. Like I had done with Jason, I watched Mr. Wilson’s firm-looking round ass in the snug-fitted brown slacks he wore. I could tell from Mr. Wilson’s body shape that he worked out a lot and had a nice physique. He probably had a giant dick like Billy and Chris. It’s been my experience that football players–and their coaches probably–all though I have only fucked three so far (football players, not coaches)–have massive dicks.
“Anderson and Green,” Mr.Wilson said to Billy and Chris, “I want all the trash in the main courtyard and the bleachers on the football field cleaned up.” To Scott, he said, “Howard, you go clean up the men’s locker room. It should be empty by now. All three of you should be back in less than half an hour. Ms. Johnson you can leave now. I don’t have anything for you to do today.” Rachel looked very happy when Mr. Wilson told her this. She was out of the classroom in two seconds. I didn’t dare think to tell him that was unfair that she got to go while the rest of us stayed. But I, as well as Billy, Chris, and Scott knew that was a bad idea to challenge Mr. Wilson. The three boys left the classroom, leaving Mr.Wilson and I alone. “And you, Newman…” Mr. Wilson reached into one the drawers in his desk and pulled out one of the biggest stacks of papers that I had ever seen in my life. He saw the shocked look on my face and this made him smirk. Mr. Wilson carried the papers over to my desk and placed them on my desk. “I want you to grade each one of these. And if you make any mistakes, I’ll be seein your ass everyday in detention for the next two weeks.” Now I was beginning to see where Chris and Billy got their arrogant, fucked up attitudes from. And I hated to admit that it was actually turning me on.
Half an hour later, when Chris, Billy, and Scott returned, I was only half-way finished with the papers. They were all grinning and their clothes looked a lot more wrinkled and dirty than before they had left. I knew that hadn’t cleaned any up at all. They had probably just finished having a fuckin threesome in the locker room or some place. “We’re finished, coach,” Chris said. He looked at me, flashing one of his taunting, cocky grins. “Can we go now?”
“Yes,” Mr. Wilson said. “All of you can go.” Mr. Wilson turned to me. “Except for you, Newman.”
“Why do I gotta stay?” I asked.
“Because I fuckin said so,” Mr. Wilson said sharply. Scott and Billy quietly left the classroom. Chris remained behind for two seconds, giving me this “too bad for you” look and left as well.
As soon as Chris left the classroom, Mr. Wilson walked over to me, his crotch a few inches away from my face and asked, “Why aren’t you fuckin finished with those papers yet?”
“`Cause there’s like a thousand of them. There’s no way in hell that I’m gonna be able to finish all of these papers in ten minutes.”
“Well,” Mr. Wilson said moving in a little bit closer to me, “guess you’re gonna have to stay a little bit longer.” I looked over at his crotch, because by that time it was obvious that he wanted me to, and saw his cock growing within his pants. My own dick started to grow within my jeans.
“I’m supposed to be meeting somebody at four o’ clock,” I told Mr.Wilson. “I can’t stay that much longer.”
Mr. Wilson’s dick continued to harden inside his slacks. It snacked down his left thigh and swelled to its fullest degree, which appeared to be at least a good ten inches. So I guess my whole football player/coach-big dick theory was proving to be accurate. Mr. Wilson gave his cock a few squeezes though his pants. My dick was rock hard now, poking against the denim of my jeans. A good part of me wanted to see what Mr. Wilson’s dick looked like, and even how it would taste like going in my mouth. But then there was another part that felt bad and guilty about suckin off a teacher. “I’ve been hearin some things about you, Newman,” Mr. Wilson said to me.
My heart skipped. “Things like what?”
Mr. Wilson unbuckled his belt slowly and unbuttoned his slacks. “I’ve heard that you been doin things with my Quarterback.”
I swallowed. My dick was still pulsating. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about.”
Chuckling, Mr. Wilson lowered his zipper down a little bit, just enough for me to see that he was not wearing any underwear. He had shiny brown pubes. “Oh, I think you know what I’m talkin about, Newman.”
“Actually I don’t. And I don’t think it’s really appropriate for you to be doin’ that in front of me.”
“Appropriate?” Mr. Wilson asked with a smirk. “What do you know about appropriate, Newman? You’ve been caught fuckin in Ms. Navarro’s classroom, the boy’s bathroom–and I know about what’s been goin on in the gym and the football field–now is that what you call ‘appropriate’?” Mr. Wilson put one hand into the hole in his zipper and massaged his dick inside of his pants. “I guess the two of you aren’t even tryin to keep it a secret.”
I glared at him. “What do you want?”
Mr. Wilson gave me a coy look that I read as: “You know what I want.” I thought he was going to whip out his dick and try to stick it into my mouth, but instead he rose his zipper and fastened the button to his pants, “Not today. This will have to wait for another time. You can go now, Newman,” Mr. Wilson said.
I waited until my boner deflated a little and then I responded, “But what about these papers you wanted me to grade?”
“Toss `em in the trash. They’re just a bunch of old papers from last year.” Mr. Wilson smiled at me, a very taunting and cruel smile.
That was just another reason for me to hate his fucking guts. I grabbed the pile of papers and dumped them in the recycling bin. Mr. Wilson sat behind his desk and began to write something on a piece of paper. As I was ready to exit the classroom, Mr. Wilson asked me, without looking up from his paper, “You’re not gonna tell anybody about this are you?”
It was basically the same exact question Ms. Navarro had asked me only a week earlier. When she had asked, I didn’t have an answer, but I had one now: “No. But maybe you should be careful. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone telling your wife.” Mr. Wilson lifted his head from his paper and gave me a look of surprise, as if he hadn’t expected me to say that. Smiling to myself, I stepped out of the classroom and into the empty hallway.
The library would be closing in under twenty-five minutes. I jogged halfway across campus, hoping that Jason hadn’t left yet. Entering the library doors, I saw that the place was mostly empty. The librarian typed away on his computer at his desk, and when he saw me, he said, “We’re closing in fifteen minutes.”
I checked the computer area, and Jason wasn’t there; I checked the study area, he wasn’t there either, I checked the book stacks, and I still didn’t see him. I went down one narrow book aisle and called out his name. “Jason? Are you still here?”
From the opposite side of the bookshelf, I heard a deep voice say, “No, but I am.” I removed one of the books from the shelf to see Chris’ handsome, grinning face on the other side. “So he let you outta detention huh? I thought you woulda been in there for a least a half hour longer, gettin the ‘special treatment’.” Chris walked around the shelf and joined me in the narrow aisle.
“So I guess the special treatment involves jackin off right in front of my face?”
Chris’ eyebrows arched and he chuckled. “Wilson pulled out his dick? Did he make you jack him off? Suck him off?”
“No!” I pushed my way past him and walked out of the library. Chris followed behind me.
“He left ten minutes ago,” Chris said.
I turned around. “Who?”
“That pretty boy you was chattin up with yesterday. Think he said his name was Jason.”
It felt like my heart had plummeted down to my feet. “Jason? You didn’t talk to him did you?”
Chris shrugged. “For a quick second.”
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“Did you say anything about me?”
“You came up a few times.”
I got really nervous. “What did you tell him, Chris?”
Chris had this amused look on his face. “Nothin too bad. Don’t get all stressed B. Your forehead is all wrinkled.”
“You never get tired of fuckin around with me.” I stuffed the piece of paper into my pocket and walked away.
I heard Chris say from behind me, “I was just tryin to help you out.”
“I don’t need your help.”
Chris followed me as I made my way back across campus toward the main gates. He caught up with me. “B, wait up. Let me take you home.”
“That’s okay, I’ll take the bus.” Seizing me by the hand, Chris dragged me off into the direction of his truck. I tried struggling with him, but either he was stronger than I expected him to be, or I just wasn’t in the mood to really struggle with him. As I calmed down, Chris loosened his grip on me, but he didn’t let go of my hand until we reached his truck.
“Get in,” he said as he unlocked the door. I stepped into the truck reluctantly. Chris turned on the engine and we were cruising down the street in seconds.
I asked “How long are we gonna do this?”
“What?” Chris questioned.
“You know what I’m talkin about. We go to detention, and then we fuck, and then we go to school the next day and pretend like we don’t like each other, like we don’t even know who each other are. It’s gettin kinda boring now. When is it gonna stop?”
“Who said anything about me wantin to fuck you today?” Chris asked. “I’m just takin you home. Besides, you’re probably gonna go and fuck that dude Jason, or whatever the fuck his name is.”
“Who said anything about me fuckin anybody?” I questioned back. “And speakin of fucking, what were you and Billy and that other freshman boy–Scott–or whatever his name is doin’?
“It’s not what you think,” Chris said. He took one hand off the steering wheel and used the other hand to tug at his crotch. “I didn’t fuck either one of them.”
“Yeah right.”
“B, of all people, you should know that it takes longer than twenty minutes for me to get off. It woulda took me a hour and a half at least to bone them. And like I told you yesterday, the only person I’m fuckin is you. Probably can’t say the same thing bout you though.”
“What are you talkin about? You the only one I’m…” I stopped talking before I ended the sentence. “I haven’t done anything with Jason Coleman yet–”
“Did you just hear yourself, B?” Chris took his hand off his dick, which I assumed was hard now, and placed it back on the steering wheel. “You said you haven’t done anything with him ‘yet’.”
“I don’t plan on doin anything with him.” That part wasn’t necessarily true. “I don’t even know him all that much yet.”
“There goes that ‘yet’ word again, B. And `sides, you don’t need to know somebody to fuck `em. You just need to be horny enough.”
“So what’s your point?” I asked, annoyed.
“I want you to admit that you wanna fuck that boy,” Chris said.
“Why?”
Chris didn’t answer.
I looked out my window, watching all the houses and trees that passed by. My heart was fluttering in my chest and my stomach felt like it was bouncing all over the place. “I like being with you,” I whispered. I was hoping that Chris didn’t hear me.
“What did you say?” Chris asked.
“Nothin.” I said.
“No,” Chris responded, looking at me. “I wanna hear what you just said.”
My heart was beating like a jackhammer in my chest; I took a deep breath, and without looking at him, I said a little bit louder, “I said I like being with you.” There was an extended moment of awkward silence and I regretted ever saying anything at all. I wish I could’ve just taken it–
“I like bein with you too…” Chris said. His voice shook a little when he said that, as though it was the hardest thing in the world for him to say. Another moment of silence past and Chris asked, “Do you like me?” I really couldn’t believe he was asking me that, and I could tell by the way his voice was still shaking that he couldn’t believe he asked me either.
“…I don’t know… sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. What about you?”
Chris hesitated for a moment, and then he answered, “More than I should.”
“More than you should, what?” I asked.
Chris kept his eyes straight on the road. “I like you more than I should. Didn’t think that shit would ever happen.”
“Why?”
“`Cause I don’t wanna like you,” Chris said bluntly. “You and me don’t go together. We’re hella opposite.” Though what he was saying was true, his words still stung.
“I know…” I said.
Chris turned down my street. I hadn’t even realized that we were so close to my house. “That dude likes you, the one I was talkin to in the library–Jason.”
“How do you know?” I was interested in hearing his explanation.
“`Cause I can just tell. When I said your name, his face lit up and shit. He was just sittin there, lookin around like he was waitin for somebody to come. Figured he was waitin for you and all, since I saw you talkin to him the other day. Told him you was still in detention and wouldn’t be out for like another half hour. And then he said he didn’t mind waitin, that he was gonna sit there until you came.”
I was kinda bewildered by all of this. “Did he really say that?”
Chris pulled up into my driveway. He shut off the engine and looked at me. For the first time in the four years that I had known him, Chris actually looked serious; he didn’t have that stupid cocky-ass smile on his face that he usually wore, he just looked really sincere. I was almost amazed.
“If Jason said he was gonna wait for me,” I said, “then how come he wasn’t there when I went to the library?”
Chris turned his face away from me. “Told `im to leave. I told him that he might as well just take his ass home, `cause you wasn’t gonna come.”
“Why did you tell him that?”
Taking a deep breath, Chris said, “`Cause I didn’t want you to go off with him…I wanted you to go with me. And that’s what I’m talkin about, I’m not supposed to care…” He stopped talking.
I didn’t really know what to feel. I didn’t know if I should’ve been angry at Chris for making Jason leave, mad at Jason for not waiting for me like he said he would, or should I be happy that Chris waited for me, and that whether he meant to or not, he had shown that there was a part of him that actually did care about me. I felt a mixture of all those emotions and I didn’t know what to say back to Chris. Again, we sat in awkward silence.
“Are you gonna get out?” Chris asked.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yeah and no.” Chris folded his arms around the steering wheel and rested his head gently against the horn, with his face turned toward me. “You’re right,” he said.
“Right about what?”
“All we do is fight, fuck, and go to detention.” I laughed a little and Chris did the same. “We don’t talk, we don’t hang out. We basically don’t even really like each other. But for the past two weeks we’ve been fuckin nearly everyday. That shit is crazy,” Chris said. “I usually don’t give a fuck about who I’m fuckin…but you…I fuckin didn’t think this shit was gonna end up like this.”
“Me either,” I said. “But I’m kinda glad it did.”
“Why?” Chris asked. “You probably have more in common with that pretty dude than you have with me. You can probably talk to him bout all kinda shit, you’ll laugh at his stupid ass jokes and he’ll laugh at yours; you’ll take corny-ass walks through the park; when you go to school you don’t gotta worry bout if he’s gonna ignore you, and when you fuck him, you don’t gotta worry that he might not like you after. You can’t have that with me.”
“And maybe I’m stupid as fuck,” I said, “but that’s the reason why I like bein with you, `cause you don’t do all those things. You’re right, you do ignore me and when we’re fuckin I’m sure most of the time that you don’t feel anything emotional about it, you just wanna get off. But sometimes I know that when we…have sex…that it kinda means somethin to you. It means somethin to me. Like you told me one time, if I really wanted to, I can always find somebody to fuck. I mean it’s not really hard to find so-called straight football players that would probably love me to suck their dick, but I don’t. If I wanted to be with Jason, I wouldn’t be here with you right now.”
Chris didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. “You’re a fuckin dumb-ass,” he said, bursting out into one of his cocky grins. “All this Hallmark bullshit is about to make me fuckin throw up.”
“Fuck, Chris. You always gotta fuck up the mood.”
“Just playin,” Chris said, “don’t get all PMS-ish.”
Slightly annoyed, I opened the door to the truck and was about to step out, when Chris pulled me back in. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me onto his lips. The kiss started off hard but soon it became gentle, and our tongues brushed up against each other. Chris’ grip on the back of my neck loosened, but he still held on to me, sucking my bottom lip and brushing my hair with his fingers. It was like every nerve in my body was tingling at once, and my body heated up like I had just stepped into an inferno. I didn’t want him to let go of me. But after three minutes–it felt like three hours–Chris gently pulled away from me. I could barely breathe and warm sweat rolled down my back. “That was for this mornin’,” Chris told me. He leaned forward and kissed me again, this time longer than the first, and he rubbed my dick through my jeans.
“Let’s go to my room,” I told him. “My mother isn’t home.”
Gently biting the side of my neck, Chris said, “I can’t. Got somethin I gotta do. Later.”
I wanted him to fuck me right there in that truck, but I managed to use a little self-control. Reluctantly, I pulled away from Chris and stepped out of the car. As I was about to get out the second time, Chris said to me, “Don’t fuck him, B.”
“Huh?”
“Jason. I don’t want you to fuck him. I don’t care if you chill with him, but I don’t want him diggin you out.” Chris had this very serious face on his face.
Before I really had a chance to think about my answer, I said, “I won’t.”
Chris nodded his head slightly. “Promise me.”
Wow, he was really serious about it. “I don’t make promises, Chris.”
“Make one for me.”
It was hard for me to say it, not because I didn’t want to say it, but because I didn’t know if what I was about to say would be the complete truth. “I won’t do anything with him.”
Chris just stared at me as though he was probing my mind with his eyes. After a while he said, “Okay.”
I stepped out of the truck and watched as Chris drove away down the street; I waited until his truck was out of sight and then went inside. I went into my bedroom and plopped on my unmade bed. The sheets still smelled like sweat and cum from when Chris and I had fucked the day before. As I sniffed the sheets, my dick got hard, wishing that Chris was here now in my bed, that I had his eleven inch dick in my mouth. Unbuckling my jeans, I pulled out my dick and started to jerk myself off slowly. Suddenly images of Mr.Wilson came into my head; I don’t know why I thought of him, but I thought about his big dick throbbing against the tight pants he wore; I wondered what it would’ve tasted like. And then I thought of Jason. I wondered how big his dick was and how he looked like naked. I imagined him on top of me, his sweaty, slender, muscular toned body grinding against mine, his dick grazing against my asscrack. Images of him fucking me hard and fast entered my head and I couldn’t get them out–and I kinda didn’t want to get them out. As I jerked off, I tried to think of Chris only, but it didn’t work. Jason kept popping up. I told Chris that I wasn’t going to do anything with Jason, but I didn’t know if I was going to be able to keep that promise. Seconds before I was about to cum, the doorbell rang.
Quickly I stuffed my dick back into my pants, zipped them up. As I jogged into the living room, I assumed that Chris had changed his mind and come back. However, when I reached the door and opened it, I almost screamed in shock–
Jason was on the other side of the door and he looked so fuckin incredible, like a fuckin supermodel, that I thought I was gonna cum right there in my jeans. “Hey, Brandon. Can I come in?”
It was really hard for me to believe that was really happening, that Jason was really standing on the other side of the door. He smiled at me, that perfect, dazzling white smile that my skin tingle. His hazel eyes glimmered in the remaining sunlight. “Jason, what are you doin here?”
Jason took a step toward me. His scent was a lot sweeter than Chris’ but just as hypnotic, if not slightly more. “Came to see you. This a bad time or something?”
I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned. And then I finally regained my senses. “No, come in.” I stepped aside and Jason entered my house. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew that things were really about to get a lot more complicated than I needed them to be.
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Chapter 9 – The Road Less Travelled
I walked out of the heat of the Florida day and into the cool, dark hotel lobby.
I knew what I wanted to do now. It was all clear. When we got back to New York I would come out to my parents. I wasn’t sure how they’d take it but I don’t think it would be too bad. My extended family might be a little trickier but whatever. If they have a problem with it they can go fuck themselves. School shouldn’t be a problem at all.
Now Steven, I didn’t know how he’d respond. I knew he loves me but I didn’t know if he’d actually want to be with me or just loved me and liked the sex. If I came out would he want to be with me? Would he shun me? Would he come out?
I decided to put those thoughts out of my head and go up to the room. Steven should be up by now and I figured we could have a nice day. I caught the elevator and took it up to our floor. I opened the door to the room but found it empty. Steven was nowhere to be found though the bed was still messed up. In the center of the bed was my bathing suit with a note.
“Dunno where you are. At the pool. Join me.
-Steven”
Guess I should go see what’s up.
I took a quick piss, admired myself in the mirror, and then changed. I slipped on my sandals and headed down. Oddly I hadn’t even figured out where the pool was yet. I saw a sign in the elevator that the pool was out back which made sense. But hey, ya never know. Some hotels have pools in the basement. I later learned that there really aren’t basements in Florida. Something about the water table.
I felt awkward walking through the lobby in my bathing suit and sandals. It was much more formal than I was dressed. I went through the automatic doors and out to the back of the hotel.
Steven was lying in a lounge chair on the far side of the pool. He looked so hot just relaxing in the sun. In my pants my dick stirred a little but didn’t do much else. I was safe for now. It didn’t hurt that the pool area was basically abandoned with a pale guy trying desperately to get a tan in the far corner.
I walked over and plopped down on Steven’s chair, frightening him out of his half slumber. He smiled that cute little brother smile of his.
“You made it. Where were you?”
“I went out for a bit. Had some thinking to do. Needed someone to bounce some ideas off of.”
“K? Have fun?”
“I guess,” I said, smacking his leg “How’s the water?”
“I dunno. I was waiting for you.”
“Awww. How sweet” I said, teasingly.
“Shut up.”
I flipped off my sandals and dipped my toes into the pool. It was a little cold but that was fine. It was hot as balls out anyway. Ignoring my aversion to cold water I jumped into the pool and quickly went under letting the water wash over me. When I came back up Steven was getting up and taking his shirt off to get in.
I ducked back under the water and swam to the other side of the pool. I surfaced and look back as Steven slowly climbed into the pool using the ladder. Weirdo. He flinched as he got into the water at waist-level. Haha… That’s why I jumped in. Everybody hates that point where their balls hit cold water. After a couple seconds he just let go and let himself fall into the water and went under.
He swam over to me and surfaced right as I splashed water in his direction and swam away. Despite my strategic attack he was not delayed for long and caught up with me very quickly as I swam towards the shallow end. He caught me but I quickly escaped again when I started to pull his bathing suit down and he had to hold it up. We splashed around, chasing each other through the pool, for around 20 minutes before that got old. Honestly, I’m surprised it lasted as long as it did. How much time can you spend slashing each other in a pool past the age of ten?
After we’d bored of being five again we decided to go explore the rest of the pool complex. Though the hotel wasn’t great it did boast of a gym, locker rooms, a spa, and a sauna on a card in the room. What the hell? We had nothing better to do. So we dried off as best we could and wandered in through the door.
Though it was summer the hotel wasn’t crowded at all. We had chosen the hotel because of its proximity to the school I was interested in so it wasn’t near any of the theme parks or other tourist attractions in the area. It catered mostly to people like us and business men who needed a place to sleep and that was about it. And while I’d seen plenty of them in the lobby it was the early afternoon on a weekday and they were all doing more important things or cheating on their wives. Maybe both? As a result the indoor pool complex was even more deserted than outside. There wasn’t a soul in sight.
The gym was pretty pathetic; a couple exercise machines aimed at two TVs in a windowless room. The spa was closed so we didn’t get a view of that and the sauna seemed to be out of order. What a crock. But the locker room was open and was deserted like the rest of the place. It was like having a whole world to yourself. The locker room wasn’t much different from the ones I’d experienced in middle school though it lacked the overwhelming odor of Axe body spray that permeated from post-PE pubescent boys everywhere. I’d call that absence a positive aspect of this locker room.
The abandoned state of the locker room seemed to give Steven some ideas of his own which didn’t seem to involve Axe though it did involve pubescent boys in general and two in particular. I noticed that there seemed to be a bulge forming in the front of his bathing suit.
“Whatchya thinking?” I asked.
“Just that we shouldn’t waste an empty locker room. How many people have fantasies about fucking in locker rooms?”
“I like the way you think,” I said with a grin on my face. I couldn’t say the idea hadn’t crossed my mind, “So what do you think? In the showers? Up against a locker? Bent over a bench?” The possibilities of locker room sex are practically endless if not horribly cliché.
“Why not all of them?”
“Works for me.” My dick was getting hard now and his bathing suit looked like it would be ripping soon if I didn’t do something.
I pulled Steven over to the locker and started kissing him. He took the hint and pushed me up against the locker, grinding his cloth-covered cock against me.
“So you want me to fuck you in a locker room huh?”
He was trying to be sexy or something. It wasn’t working.
“Shut up.”
I pushed my lips against his again and slipped my tongue into his mouth. Steven moaned softly as our tongues caressed each other inside his mouth. Though we’d fucked a lot over the last week it was somewhat a surprise to me when I realized that we’d barely kissed at all. I don’t know why; we just hadn’t. I liked the feeling of his tongue against mine and moaned right back to him.
It was fucking hot but I wanted more.
I broke off the kiss and worked my way to his neck. I lightly nipped at his neck before kissing it and then sucking on that same spot for a second causing his knees to falter and a gasp to escape from him. I wanted to go longer but figured our parents would notice a hickey so I moved on. I kept kissing down his body, taking a short stop to suck on a nipple, on my way to his hard cock.
When I was finally down on my knees in front of his tented board shorts my dick twitched in anticipation of what I knew was soon going to be in my mouth. I slowly untied the string at the front and then peeled his shorts down. His cock had gotten pushed down a bit so that it rested almost horizontally across his leg inside his shorts. As I peeled them down I was first greeted by my little brother’s patch of pubic hair. I sniffed it, reveling in his scent, before peeling his shorts down even further and revealing the base of his big cock.
I kept pulling down and was rewarded by the full length of his dick popping up in front of my eyes. The unnatural length stood out from his body proudly. The large, purple head glistened tempted me with a single drop of precum that glistened on his peehole. His foreskin was back, behind his head. My brother’s cock was magnificent; a 9” weapon on a sexy, virile boy. I licked my lips.
I inhaled softly, taking in his musky teen scent before using a finger to push his cock up against his stomach. I leaned in and licked his ball sack. It was loose in the warm, dry air of the abandoned locker room and the wetness of my tongue caused his balls to move inside. I repressed a giggle.
I looked up at Steven’s face as I opened my mouth and slowly took one of his large balls inside. His mouth dropped open and his eyes closed as I started to suck on his ball, rolling it around it my mouth, caressing it with my tongue.
“Fuck yeah”, he moaned.
I softly let the first ball fall out of my mouth and moved on to the next one. I savored the slightly salty taste of his sweat and the chlorine of the pool.
As much as I loved his balls that wasn’t what I was down on my knees for. It was just a small snack on my way to the main course that is my brother’s huge cock.
I kept my finger holding his cock straight up as I softly kissed where his balls met his cock. Slowly I kissed my way up the right side of his shaft until I was just under the head of his cock. I went back down and repeated the same on the left side of his cock. With each soft contact of my lips with his hard shaft I could feel it twitch and throb. I pulled back and looked up at him. There was a hunger in his eyes.
“Such a fucking tease”, he hissed at me.
I grinned back at him. He was ready to fuck already but I was going to have at least a short taste of his cock first.
I leaned in and licked the base of his shaft and pulled back slightly. I licked again in the same spot feeling him twitch. I licked up his shaft, getting it wet with my spit. That would come in handy soon enough. Like with the kisses I went up each side in turn, avoiding the head, teasing him as long as possible. This was going to be fun. I licked him up and down for a minute, savoring the feel of his cock against my tongue. The iron hardness of his young cock beneath the soft cock skin. The way some of the veins stood out against the rest of the shaft. I loved his cock.
Finally, an end to the teasing. I licked up the underside of the shaft. But this time, instead of going back down, I flicked the tip of my tongue against the underside of his head, caressing his frenulum. I moved his cock down so that I was looking at it dead on. A dollop of precum oozed out of his piss hole and I lapped it up. It was thick and sweet, just like I like it. I slowly pumped his cock letting the foreskin roll just over the edge of his pink glans. Another drop oozed out.
I looked up at Steven one last time, meeting gaze, before I opened my mouth and took the large head of his cock inside. He moaned and closed his eyes as I went down as far on his cock as I could. Of course, with his size, that was little more than half of his large slab of meat but I did my best.
Steven ran his fingers through my hair as I started to bob on his cock. Each time I backed off I swirled my tongue around the spongy head. I made sure to use a lot of spit on his cock. As much as I loved sucking it I had other plans. I was going to have my brother’s cock inside my ass in this locker room.
“Fuck yeah! Suck it.”
I pulled off his cock and grinned at him.
“You like my mouth on your cock?”
“I love your mouth on my monster cock.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“No, but you’re about to be.”
“Nice one. How long did it take you to think of that?”
“Just shut up and stand facing the locker.”
“Yes sir.” I said sarcastically.
I knew what to do. Not like he’d never fucked me before. I pulled off my bathing suit, leaned against the locker, and spread my legs to give Steven better access to my ass. I waited while he knelt down behind me and got into position. He put his hands on my ass and pulled my cheeks apart exposing my hole to the warm tongue which was quickly pressed against it.
Steven licked up my crack before zeroing in and my still-tight hole and began his assault. For several minutes the locker room was filled with my moans as my little brother ate out my ass. His tongue entered me more times than I could count as he got me ready for what was to come. Finally, when I was about to ask him to fuck me he stopped.
“You might want to get me a little wet” he suggested.
I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth again, slobbering it up as much as I could. I was pretty loose now but some lube always helps.
I stood back up and braced myself against the lockers, my ass out towards the room. I wiggled it to entice my brother further, as if to beckon him inside me. Not that I had to. I waited, breathlessly, for my brother to make contact. My cock was rock hard and sticking out from my body. Precum was seeping from the slit.
I felt Steven’s hand on my left hip and quickly felt the head of his cock between my cheeks. He pushed forward and his cock went down, the head going under and hitting my balls. He pulled back and pushed again. His cock went up this time. I moaned as I felt him put his head directly against my hole. Applying pressure he rubbed his cock up and down my crack. I hated it when he teased me like this but it felt so good too. Each time the head hit my hole I breathed in, expecting him to enter me, only to be disappointed.
“What are you waiting for?” I whined.
“Just thought I’d make you really want it.”
“You’ve won. Stick that fucking cock in me!”
He placed his cock back at my hole and started to push in. I’d been fucked a lot lately and I really wanted his cock so he met with little resistance. I felt my hole open up as my brother pushed the full length of his cock into me. My mouth dropped open as I pushed my ass back at him, increasing the rate at which he entered me. Finally I could feel his pubes against my ass and I knew that his whole length was inside me.
“God! This never gets old.” Steven said, pulling my hips back and pushing forward to get every last centimeter into me making me moan like a little bitch in response.
“Fuck me!”
Steven laughed as he started to pull his cock out of me and then pushed back into me. I braced myself harder against the lockers as he began to fuck me hard. Each time he thrust into me he pushed the air out of me and I grimaced a bit in pain. I was still somewhat sore from last night and his cock wasn’t helping me return to normal. I groaned too though as he long-dicked me, each thrust hitting against my prostate and sending a wave of pleasure through my body. I whimpered.
He pulled out of me. I felt empty.
“Get on the bench.”
Seemed like Steven wanted to live every gay porn cliché involving a locker room. I guess I couldn’t complain. Locker room scenes were in porn for a reason and it wasn’t because people hated them. I put our clothes on top of the bench to cushion myself and then lay down on my back. Metal benches hurt, even through the clothes I was laying on.
Steven positioned himself between my spread legs and looked down at me. He spit in his hand and rubbed it up and down the length of his shaft, relubing himself to continue the fuck. He lowered himself down between my legs and put his cock against my hole. The head was so thick that I couldn’t help but prepare myself for the impending invasion. But my hole was defenseless against the invasion of my little brother’s cock into my ass. He quickly slid the length into me and then rested a second before pulling out and shoving it back in.
He arced over my body as he fucked me. His right hand was next to my head, holding on to the bench. His left hand was on my side, holding me in place as he fucked me hard. I could feel droplets of sweat landing on my stomach. For a minute we both looked between us at his cock sliding in and out of me. But before long I had my head back and my eyes closed as the pleasure washed over me. I reached for my own cock and started to stroke it in time with my brother’s thrusts into my hole.
I opened my eyes to see my brother staring down at me. He slowed down his thrusting and leaned down towards my face. He leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t the kiss of a brother for another but a kiss between lovers. Our tongues touched inside my mouth as he aggressively kissed me, my mind spinning in endorphins between his cock in my ass and his tongue in my mouth. I moaned involuntarily.
Steven broke the kiss and our eyes met again. He sped back up his thrusting. I wouldn’t mind if this fuck lasted longer but I knew it couldn’t last forever. We had already been at it for more than ten minutes and the longer we fucked the larger the risk that someone would walk in on us. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast before cumming inside me.
“Fuck me. Fuck me with that big cock.” I said to urge him on.
He gave me a look as if to say “You got it.” before ramming his cock into me even harder. He grabbed my shoulders with both of his hands and sped up fucking his cock into me. Each thrust tried to push me up the bench but his arms kept me in place. The slap of his flesh against mine, my moans, and his groans echoed from the tiled walls of the locker room.
I could see his approaching orgasm in his face. I could hear it in his breathing. I could feel it in his fuck. It wasn’t going to be much longer.
“Do it. Cum inside your brother. I want your cum inside me.”
Steven redoubled his efforts and fucked me even harder.
“I’m so close Charlie.”
I was still jacking off but I could tell that there was no way I was going to cum while he was fucking me. It just wasn’t going to happen.
He was really close now. His thrusts were getting erratic and his breathing was ragged.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck…”
He pushed into me as far as he could and I felt him pulse as he unloaded his cum into me. My little brother’s cum flooded my insides as his sperm futilely sought out an egg to fertilize. He was pushing his sperm deep inside of me, trying to knock me up.
“Give me all of it!” I gasped as he made several small thrusts into me with each spurt.
He practically collapsed on top of me as he finished his orgasm. His cock remained in me, the last of his cum slowly leaking out of the softening shaft, as he caught his breath.
I reached up and stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head.
“I love you.” I whispered.
“I love you too.” My brother said back.
I felt complete in that moment. My brother, whom I loved more than any guy ever should, loved me back and we’d just had sex. Not that we hadn’t had sex more times in the last two weeks than I could count but it was still amazing every time. And it wasn’t that this was the first time he’d told me he loved me either. But I was in heaven nonetheless.
He lay on top of me for a moment longer before slowly getting off. He reached back and untangled my ankles from around him. I’d used them to pull him in deeper while he was cumming and had forgotten about them. Slowly he pulled his cock out of me. Semi-soft it was still an inch longer than my hard cock. Lucky bastard I thought until I felt his cock completely leave my hole and realized that I was the lucky one getting fucked by it on a regular basis. After the head left me I felt a trail of my brother’s cum start to leave my hole. Steven noticed it too.
“Looks like we need to get you cleaned up.”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“How about a nice, hot shower?”
That sounded good but I was still hard.
“Get up.”
I clenched my hole as much as possible as I sat up. My back hurt and my ass was leaking but I managed to stand and slowly walk with Steven towards the showers. A small trickle of his seed flowed out my hole and down my leg. We entered and Steven turned on one of the showers. He held me from behind and slowly stroked my cock as we waited for the water to warm up. His soft cock was between my cheeks causing my ass to pucker and more cum to drip out. I’d just been fucked and used as a cumdump and I wanted to be fucked again.
The water was warm and we got under. The radius of the spray wasn’t very wide and so we were very close together. Steven got some body wash from a dispenser on the wall and started to rub me down with it using his hands. When he got to my ass he rubbed each of my cheeks in turn and then ran his hand up and down my crack, passing over my hole, before sliding a finger in. I gasped and he chuckled before pulling his finger out.
“You’ve got an amazing ass.” He said.
He washed my cock and then put me under the water to rinse off. While the soap ran off my body my brother got down on his knees in front of me and, after making sure I was suds free, took my cock into his mouth.
I’d been fucked hard and was horny as hell so I knew I wasn’t going to last long thought my lack of experience probably didn’t help either. His lips were tight around my cock and his mouth was warm and wet. He bobbed up and down on my cock as my head spun and I reached out my arm to brace myself against the wall. He took his head off my cock for a second and sucked on a finger before sliding it into my ass and returning to my swollen cock.
“Oh fuck.”
Steven was using his finger just right. He was rubbing my prostate and the constant pressure was sending waves of pleasure radiating from inside my ass throughout my body. I felt my orgasm building from deep inside me but with a different feeling than normal. It was like there was a pressure inside me pushing the cum out of my cock.
“Oh…God. I’m gonna cum!”
He pushed his finger harder against my prostate and bobbed faster. The orgasm didn’t feel like an explosion so much as a mushroom cloud. It started off slow, an intense pleasure from the base of my cock and then rapidly expanded through my body and up the shaft and out the tip.
“Uhhh…ooooooooh”
It didn’t feel like I shot like usual but just gushed a huge amount of semen into his mouth instead. I wasn’t even sure how much I came but my brother kept prodding my prostate and sucking my cock until I couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too much. My knees had weakened during my orgasm and now they started to fail me and I started to slide down. Steven caught me and gently put me down on the floor under the shower. He looked concerned.
“Are you ok?”
I couldn’t talk but I nodded my head. He stroked my hair and kissed me on my forehead. We sat under the spray of the shower and Steven held me as my strength returned. The orgasm I’d experienced was so powerful it was if he’d sucked the strength out of my body. I felt like I was made of jelly at first but after a little while my strength returned and we stood up. He helped me get dressed and dry off when we got to the room. He stripped me down and tucked me into bed where I passed out.
I awoke an hour later alone in the room. The lamp between the beds was on but all the other lights were off leaving the room dimly lit. The bathroom door was open and the light was off. Steven wasn’t in there either. I noticed that the curtain was open a bit and that the balcony door was cracked. I got out of bed and put on a pair of boxers before walking over to the sliding glass door. Steven was on the balcony seemingly staring out into the night.
I slowly pulled the door open, the noise of the door causing Steven to turn towards me. His eyes were red; it looked like he had been crying. My heart dropped and I felt an incredible urge to hold him and make everything better. I could see sadness in his face though he smiled when he looked at me.
“You ok?” I asked.
“Yeah. I just wish this vacation didn’t have to end.”
I knew what he’d been thinking. I’d had the same thoughts.
“When we go home everything is going to have to go back to the way it was before. Won’t it?” He looked confused.
“They don’t have to.” I said, “Things are going to change.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I’m… I’m gonna come out.”
“Why would you do that?”
Steven looked kind of shocked as though coming out were a ridiculous idea.
“Because it is what I want to do. I’m gay. You’ve helped me understand that. I’ve been confused for a long time and you helped me understand who I really am. I don’t want to pretend that I’m something I’m not.”
“And where does that leave me? Where do I fit in?”
“I- I don’t know.”
“I’m not coming out Charlie. I love you but I’m not gay. I don’t want to be gay. I just want to be with you.”
I was at a loss for words. This was everything that I’d worried about when I was talking with Sean this morning. How could we be together if he wasn’t gay?
“I want a relationship Steven.”
“We can have a relationship.”
“We can try. But we can’t go on dates. We can’t be a couple.”
What I was saying now dawned on him.
“I don’t want a secret relationship Steven. I want a real relationship. I want a boyfriend that I can introduce to my friends and go to school dances with.”
“Charlie…”
“Even if you wanted to do that we couldn’t anyway…”
My voice trailed off as I started to cry. I turned around and went back into the hotel room as tears ran down my face. I went into the bathroom and shut the door. I put the lid of the toilet down and sat on it as I cried. I did want those things. I wanted a real relationship. I wanted to be with Steven but I wanted him to be a boyfriend, a real boyfriend. I sat on the toilet and cried about the situation for a while. It was hard for me to accept that I might not be able to get everything I wanted.
I eventually calmed down, brushed my teeth, and went out into the room. Steven was already asleep. That wasn’t a problem but for the first time in almost two weeks he was sleeping in the other bed. I would be sleeping alone. I felt empty as I crawled into the large, empty bed and curled up to drift to sleep.
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