Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 23:43:48 -0500 From: NC Big Kid Subject: A Goode Time at the Lake House part 1 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. If you are under 18 (in most states), it is illegal for you to read this story. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. And don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free. ------ "And fuck yeah, here we are," Nash exclaimed as we rolled up in front of the small lake house. Nash Goode is my best friend, 21, just over 6', with blond swoopy hair. My name is Brian, 22, 5'8'', reddish-blond hair hanging just a little past my ears. We're both a little chubby, but in a cute cubby way. His smooth face was a stark contrast to my red beard. And I was pretty sure I was in love with him. Nash and I met in college and became fast friends, bonding over music and TV shows. He was ostensibly straight, while I was still coming to terms with my sexuality, but I felt an intense sensation deep inside me the first time we met. I made an extra-special effort to spend more time with him. I decided that, if nothing else, we'd be the best of friends, and that'd be enough for me. The lake house belongs to his family, and he and I are spending the weekend here, alone together...or so we thought. As we got out of the car and started unloading, we heard the door open. "Aw shit," said Nash, "my little brother is here." Nash had talked about his brother Ian before, but I had never met him. As he bounded down the steps my breath caught in my throat. Ian was only 17, a senior in high school and a star soccer player, but he was stunning. Wearing just a pair of board shorts, I feasted on him with my eyes. His 6'2'' body wasn't skinny or ripped, but toned in the right ways. His biceps were the perfect size, not bulging and veiny, but bulky enough to show off his young strength and virility. His pecs protruded ever so slightly, plump little breasts topped with nipples that called to be sucked. His legs and arms had a light dusting of blond hair, and his head was buzzed short. But the real treat was the bulge in his shorts. While not obscene, it was certainly full, and hinted at how well-endowed the younger guy was. It took everything I had to break my gaze and return to the real world. "I didn't know you were coming down, dude!" Ian hugged his brother and turned to me. "And who's this?" "Hi, I'm Brian," I said, trying not to sound too sheepish or awestruck. He took my hand and pulled it into a hug. "Oh dude, I've heard so much about you! It's great to finally meet you!" Being this close to Ian's body was already having an effect on me. I pulled back, blood rushing to my cheeks and my cock. "Yeah, man, we're spending the weekend down here," Nash said, giving me a quick look that was hard to read. "I didn't know YOU would be here, but I guess it's cool. We can all just hang out together." Nash looked back at me before pulling on Ian's arm. "Ian and I are gonna talk inside, can you finish getting the bags out?" "No problem," I said, curious what that was all about, but relieved to be out of Ian's presence for a little bit. I needed to get my shit together. As far as Nash knew, I was straight. The last thing I needed was for this trip to be ruined because I can't stop ogling his teenage brother. I finished unloading the bags and beer, pulling out a can and popping it open. The beer was warm, but I didn't care. I needed something to calm me down, something to make my mind stop racing so I could think. After a few minutes, Nash and Ian came back outside and helped carry our stuff into the house. There were only two bedrooms, which Nash and I had planned on sharing, and Ian graciously agreed to sleep on the couch. We unpacked what we needed, put some beer on ice in a cooler, and headed out to the covered patio. We sat and drank, watching other people boat, swim, and jet ski on the water. Ian told us funny stories from school, making Nash and I glad to have high school behind us. As we laughed and joked and drank, I felt myself loosening up. I still wasn't sure how I was going to handle being around both Goode boys for a drunken weekend at the lake, but for now, things were good. We eventually grilled some burgers, putting on music and making a little party of it. Nash and I had brought plenty of beer, and we kept the cooler stocked all night. A few times I thought I noticed Nash or Ian giving me that same look from earlier, but I wrote it off as drunken paranoia, determined to not let my dick ruin a perfectly good weekend. The night wore on and we drank until all three of us were lit. Ian may have been a few years younger, but he almost kept up with Nash and I, despite his lower tolerance. Giggly and flush, we finally decided to turn in for the night. At this point, I felt good. Good about the weekend. Good about my friendship. Good about everything. Nash and I helped Ian onto the couch and headed to the separate bedrooms. As we said goodnight, Nash gave me one more odd look, but in my drunken haze I was just taken by how I felt for him. For him AND his brother. I stripped down to my boxer-briefs and crawled into bed, letting my mind drift off into drunk slumber. At some point, I was stirred from sleep by the bedroom door opening. Groggy and still fairly drunk, I looked up, and even in the dark I could tell it was Ian. He put his finger to his lips, the giggled softly. It was adorable. As he walked towards the bed, I turned over and asked what he was doing. "Just be cool, man," he whispered. "We both know what this is." Still drunk and half-asleep, I didn't fully understand what was going on until he crawled into bed, facing me and grinning. "Dude, why are you in here, seriously?" I may have been infatuated with the boy, but I was drunk and tired and not ready for silly games. He just kept grinning, so I turned back over, intent on going back to sleep. Ian finally made a move, snuggling up to me in big spoon position. He put his arms around me, nuzzling into my neck, and I could feel his semi-hard cock against my ass through his shorts. I let out a low, involuntary moan, and he gently ground against me. "Yeah, this is what I wanted," he whispered into my ear, "and I know you wanted it, too. I saw how you looked at me. Shit, I saw how you looked at my brother. You want this cock bad, don't you college boy?" He kissed my neck as one of his hands found one of my nipples, squeezing and pulling as his cock hardened in his shorts. Our breathing was getting heavier as I struggled to form a reply, to somehow make sense of what was happening. "Y-yes...yeah this is what I want, dude," I breathed out, low and sensual. He giggled again and I felt that sensation deep inside of me, a heat that was growing by the minute. I turned over in bed, and looked into Ian's eyes. Mischievous, but sincere. Then he leaned in to kiss me. As soon as our lips touched, the floodgates opened. I was trading spit with a 17 year old, the hottest 17 year old I'd ever seen outside of television, and my best friend's little brother, but I didn't care. I broke our kiss and dove onto his pert little nipples, sucking, licking, and biting on one while I teased and twisted the other. "Ah, fuck, yeah dude, suck my tits," he gasped out, placing a hand on the back of my head. I looked up at him, this young stud so clearly in control. His expression was pure bliss, and a small whine escaped his throat. He put his other arm behind his own head, exposing his armpit, and I couldn't resist. I'd never even thought about another guy's armpit before, but I knew I had to get in there. He had a light smattering of blond hairs and a sweet musk that drove me wild. "Yeah big boy, clean out that teen pit," he said, his voice raspy. I licked his armpit extensively, but before moving to the other one I knew I had to get a taste of his bicep. Ian flexed his arm and I felt the powerful muscle under my tongue. My cock twitched and the heat within me continued to build. After giving equal service to his other armpit and bicep, I returned to Ian's chest, his gentle-yet-firm hand on my head to guide me ever lower. I knew what was coming, but I needed to savor this, in case it was all just a dream. My mouth reached the waistband of his board shorts and I looked back up at Ian. He smiled and pulled me back up for an intense kiss before standing up and pulling his boardshorts off, finally revealing his piece. It was a beautiful cock, at least 8 inches long with a healthy girth. He was cut, with a trimmed bush of pubic hair at the base. I was almost too afraid to touch it. "Ian...are you sure about this," I asked, almost as a reality check. He giggled again, a sound that made the precum leak out of my cock faster every time I heard it, and answered by gently smacking my face with his cock. That settled it. I licked up the bottom of Ian's cock, taking the head into my mouth as he let out a groan. I had never sucked a real cock before, but I had a dildo I had used to practice back at school, and it was worth it. I struggled and gagged a bit, but before long I was servicing this hot teen's amazing cock as he moaned above me. "Shit dude, this is pretty good," he paused to grunt as I took more of his cock into my mouth, working it into my throat. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been doing this for a while." This compliment gave me extra incentive to get all of Ian's cock into my throat, and once I did he moaned out a string of expletives and put both hands on the back of my head. Before I knew what was happening, he started fucking my throat, grunting and panting and I gagged. I finally couldn't take it and had to let off his dick. Saliva and precum hung in sweet silky strings between my mouth and his cock as I regained my composure. "I'm sorry bro," he said, very sincerely, "that was just too good." He leaned down to kiss me again before pushing me back and pulling off my boxer-briefs Now I knew my own cock was nothing impressive, a 4.5 incher that had passably fucked a few girls in high school and college, but I was always intimidated by other guys' cocks. When Ian tossed my boxer-briefs to the wall, I was initially embarrassed, but he didn't seem to mind, taking my whole rock hard little dick into his mouth and immediately working it like a pro. I don't know who Ian had been fooling around with, but goddamn he was good. I started to moan and buck into his mouth. Ian sucked up and down my shaft before moving down to my balls, then going back up to the head to start over again. It was wonderful, and I didn't think it would ever get better than having this hung teenage hunk sucking my cock. Fortunately, I was wrong. Ian pulled off my cock and came up to kiss me. Our tongues danced over each other, and I could taste my own precum in his mouth. After a minute, he finally asked the question. "Can I fuck you?" I have to admit, I wasn't prepared for that. In my inebriated state, I never could have imagined it would get this far. But, like I said, I had practiced, and the heat inside me was turning into a hunger, and I knew what I needed. I responded by kissing Ian again, and he laughed. He pushed me back on to the bed, once again impressing me with his young strength, and pushed my legs up before diving in my on my beefy ass. I've always prided myself on my ass, it was a perk of being on the chubby side, and apparently Ian loved it. His tongue licked and prodded at my hole like mad, causing me to curse and squirm. As my hole got wetter, the hunger inside me became insatiable. I needed his teen cock inside me. "Ian...Ian...I...please," I was begging at this point, "I know I'm ready...just fuck me, please!" He came up and grinned wide before going back to my ass. He kept licking, but started working in fingers, and my hole welcomed them. "Holy shit dude," his voice was deep and sensual, "you ARE ready." He kissed me again. "Yeah bro," I moaned into his mouth, "I need it. I need you." Ian leaned over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube, a detail I should have noticed, but didn't in the fog of this drunken sex. He used his fingers to work some onto my hole and drizzled some on his cock. Holding my legs up, I watched him move into position, felt his teasing my hole with the slippery head. "Fuck dude," I couldn't handle it anymore, "just fuck me!" And he did. Ian pushed his cock into me, and while I may have gotten a decent amount of practice from the dildo, nothing could have prepared me for this. The pain was intense and immediate, but Ian was gentle and slow, letting my ass get used to his big cock. He whispered encouragement to me as I grimaced and whined below, and the pain began to give way to pleasure. When Ian hit my prostate, the switch flipped and I nearly howled. After just a bit more, I felt him right against me. He was all the way in. My eyes rolled back in my head for a moment and I let out a deep moan. "Hell yeah, I hit it deep in there didn't I?" The hot young stud above me was clearly proud of how much his cock was effecting me, and I could only mewl in approval. His strokes picked up, the smack of his pelvis hitting my big ass got louder. "You like that teen cock deep inside you," he asked, but it wasn't really a question, "you like getting fucked by a high school god, your best friend's little brother?" "Fuck yeah, man," I moaned out, "give it to me!" He kept fucking me, reaching down to bite down on my nipples and neck. "I'm all yours," I said, without even realizing it. Ian smiled and straightened up, pulling his cock out. I whined in protest, I felt so empty without it. "Get on all fours, I'm gonna do this right." I did as Ian said, and his cock was back inside me, exactly where it belonged. As he fucked me from behind, he slapped my ass, hard but loving, and I let out a yelp. "Yeah, you want me to smack that big college boy ass," he asked, not waiting for a response before landing another one. Ian leaned into me, continuing to fuck me, and placed his arm across my chest, and I knew what I wanted. "Choke me, Ian," I panted out, pulling his arm up around my neck. He giggled once again, and I moaned, my own cock pulsating and nearly ready to burst. As Ian flexed his bicep, making it ever so slightly harder for me to breathe, the hunger inside of me finally overflowed, and I jumped into overdrive. Slamming my beefy ass back into Ian's cock, savoring the sweat that coated the arm that was choking me. I was in heaven. Without even touching my cock, I began to cum all over the bed. "Fuck!" I croaked out. Ian let up his chokehold and reached beneath me, gathering up my own cum. He brought it around to my face and I eagerly lapped it up. "That's a good boy, eat all that cum I just fucked out of you." He was so pleased, and deservedly so. Even though I had come, I kept fucking back into Ian, and I felt him getting close. "Yeah dude, you want it? You want this hot teen load inside you?" Even spent, my cock gave a twitch for his hot words. "Breed me, bro," I moaned, desperate to feel him cum in me. Ian's strokes got even faster, pounding into my ass with incredible force, sweat dripping down onto my back, giving one final slam before his cock erupted inside me. It was incredible, warm and fulfilling, we were both in complete bliss. As Ian's cock continue to shoot inside me, he leaned down to kiss me again, before whispering in my ear. "You said you were all mine, and now you really are." I shivered at his words as his cock finally finished spasming inside me. We were both startled by Nash's voice from the doorway. "Shit, Ian, I told you to wait until tomorrow! I wanted to be the one to fuck him first!"