Date: Wed, 13 Jan 2016 17:18:42 -0500 From: NC Big Kid Subject: A Goode Time at the Lake House part 5 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. For your sake and ours, do the right thing and go somewhere else. 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. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free. ----- I helped Nash get dressed and we headed back to the docks. "Apparently, we're going to have some company tonight." Nash shot me a devious look, and I grinned back. I may not have known what I was getting myself into, but damn if I wasn't ready to find out. After another bumpy ride back to their docks, Ian gave us a rundown of his ideas for the evening while we walked up to the house. "Okay, so you guys met Zac, Leon, and Aiden. They're the ones coming over tonight." "How much do they know about..." I trailed off, unsure what word to use. Nash squeezed my hand and jumped in. "I've actually met Zac before. He's on Ian's soccer team. He's cool with us." Ian nodded and continued. "And the other two guys are cool, too. We've fooled around. They don't know everything, but they know enough. And they think you're both cute." Ian looked back with a grin and I blushed deeply. Before this weekend, I had never really thought of myself as "cute" or "hot" or really desirable in any way. Yeah, I'd fooled around and had some girlfriends, but I was always self-conscious about my body. It wasn't until Nash and I became close that I started to feel better about being a little on the heavy side, but "cute" was still out of my reach. Or so I thought. "So if you guys don't mind, one or both of you can go out to the store to get beer and maybe some frozen pizzas. Food won't be anyone's main agenda but I figure we'll all be famished when we're done." Ian kept talking but I tuned him out. Focused on the feel of Nash's hand in mind. Looked at Ian's cute ass as he walked in front of me. Marveled at how lucky I could be. Before I knew it, we were back inside the lake house. "Ian," Nash looked over at me and his cheeks flashed a light pink, "Do you think you can take this thing out now? It's been fun but if we've gotta get ready for a party, well, you know?" Ian chuckled. "Of course big bro," he gave Nash's ass a quick slap, which elicited a soft moan, "Get up on the couch and I'll take care of you." Pulling his hand away from mine, Nash got up on his knees on the couch and slid the gym shorts down over the wonderful curve of his butt. Ian sidled up behind him as I stood to the side, and Ian began working the plug out of Nash's hole. Nash's breathing became hard, accented alternately with grunts and moans, but in almost no time at all, the plug was out. Standing up, Ian leaned his face close, but looked at me and pulled back. "You should do it," he said to me, and Nash approved. "Do what?" I was still a little naive, but I had an idea of what he meant. I just needed to make sure. Ian leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear. "Kiss it. Kiss his hole and make it feel all better." He flicked his tongue at my lobe and I groaned. His soft chuckled proved that he had gotten the desire reaction. Without any more prodding, I moved behind Nash and dropped to my knees. Ian pulled the cheeks apart to reveal the one part of Nash I had still yet to see. Puffy and gasping, it called to me. I stuck out my tongue and gingerly moved in. When it finally made contact Nash let out a load moan and immediately reached back to put his hand on my head, pulling me in. I was overtaken by the moment, and my lust burst forth. My tongue was dancing all over the worked muscled, tasting the lube and sweat and the faintest hint of the soap from the morning's shower. I was hooked, running my tongue in circles, up and down, back and forth, trying everything to give Nash all the pleasure I could. From the sounds he was making, I was doing a pretty good job. From above me, Ian gave me some direction. "Start going in with your tongue. Actually inside. Trust me." I did as he said, and the effect was immediate. "Fuck Brian, holy shit." Nash spat out before pushing back onto my invading tongue. We kept at this, me pushing deeper while Nash started thrusting back into me, until he finally pulled my head away. "Baby, stop, stop please." I looked up, confused on two counts: 1. Did he just call me baby? And 2. Did he just ask me to stop? "What the fuck, did I do someth-" "No, dummy," Nash turned his head to look at me, smiling wide, "I want you to fuck me." My inside was butterflies immediately. It was like he had read my mind out on that island. I didn't even realize I had gotten hard, but my cock was straining in my shorts, leaking precum. Everything went a little hazy for a second. My shorts were down and my cock out. As I stroked it, Ian handed me yet another bottle of lube, which I spread on my throbbing dick. Ian squirted a little in his hands and rubbed it into Nash's hole, even if he didn't really need any more. I came to my senses enough to make sure everything was ready. "You good, dude?" I had one hand on my cock and put the other on Nash's ass. "Fuck yeah, Brian. Give it to me." He leaned down and pushed his ass up even more to me, and I wasted no time. Despite having had sex with girls and, now, been fucked twice, I still wasn't sure what to expect, but as my dick sank into Nash's warm and welcoming hole, any expectation I could've formed would've been insufficient. Between the plug and my tongue, there wasn't much resistance going in, which meant I got to skip right to the good part. As my full length disappeared into him, Nash let out a long, deep moan. Ian sat on the couch beside his brother, his own tent extremely obvious in his boardshorts. All the way in, I rested for a moment on Nash's back, and he turned his head to kiss me. This wasn't the same slow, passionate kisses of the island, this was intense, lustful. As I moved to his neck he nearly growled. "Fuck me already, man. We both want this. C'mon." I head Ian laugh as I pushed myself back up and began slowly moving my hips. The walls of Nash's ass were snug on my cock, and the sensations, while not necessarily new, were definitely unique. I made a mental note to try and make this last, realizing that I'd probably fail that mission. I started moving faster, thrusting and rolling my hips and developing a pattern. Below me Nash was moaning wordless approvals, one hand holding tight to the couch cushion in front of him. I was worried I wouldn't be big enough for him, but it seems I was doing the job just fine. "You like that, Nash?" I was in the zone now. "You like my cock inside you?" "Yeah, baby. I love it, keep fucking me." He was panting hard, which only made his demand hotter. "Good, because I love your ass so much. I've loved it for years. And now," I gave the right cheek a light slap, which caused Nash to yelp, "I get to be in it." I had almost forgotten Ian was even there, until he leaned in to kiss Nash. A tiny voice in my head perked up, told me I should be jealous, that this wasn't right, but I wasn't. This was what I wanted, this was what I was getting, and I was fine. More than fine. I was fucking the guy I was in love with, the guy I'd had a crush on for so long. For me, Ian was a perk. It clearly made Nash happy, which made me happy, and I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't enjoying his company either. I started to feel the very beginnings of an orgasm in my balls, and I had an idea. "Ian, start jacking him off," I said to the teen, and he complied, wrapping his hand around Nash's hard cock, but never breaking their kiss. I leaned into Nash's back and began thrusting hard and fast while sucking his neck. The moans from Nash were getting closer together and higher pitched, when he suddenly broke his kiss with Ian and practically screamed. "I'm gonna fucking cum, fuck, fuck me harder Brian, fuck me fuck me." I continued my assault on his ass. "Yeah, Nash, cum for me, baby. Cum for us." My own orgasm was perilously close, and I wasn't sure my plan would work until Nash let out a guttural, animalistic sound. Taking my one shot, I bit lightly on his neck, right at the collarbone. He might not feel it now, but the evidence would be damning. As Nash shook below me, shooting his load all over Ian's hand and the couch, his ass tightened its hold on my cock, and it was the last push I needed. "Fuuuuuuuuck I'm cumming, Nash, I'm cumming inside you!" I was practically shouting myself, completely lost in this moment. "Oh god, yes, I can feel it. I can feel you." Nash was panting into the couch. "It's so hot, you're so hot baby." My own orgasm subsided, I pulled my cock from Nash's hole and practically fell onto the other side of the couch beside him. Nash also turned and sat, essentially in his own pool of cum, leaning back and putting an arm around both Ian and I. Ian lifted his hand, covered in the rest of Nash's load, to his face, licking it a few times before presenting it to Nash, who licked up most of it. Nash looked at me and nodded to Ian to share. "It's only fair, little man, he fucked it out of me so he gets a taste." I took Ian's hand and cleaned off the last remnants of Nash's cum, as lovely as I remembered. I snuggled into Nash and rested my head on his chest. We stayed that way for a while, just basking in our own filthiness, before Ian finally got up from the couch. "Alright, boys, time to make moves. We still have to go to the store and make sure the house is ready for our guests, and we've just got a few hours left." Ian was walking back towards the bedrooms to change and Nash looked at me. "I'll stay here and grab a shower if you can go to the store with Ian." He brought his other hand around to rub my cheek, and to be honest, I didn't want to do anything that would take me out of this moment. But we had plans. I sighed, but was cut off when Nash leaned in for a kiss, back to passionate and deep. "Sure, I'll go with Ian," I finally answered. Nash smiled at me and I melted inside. "Good! I think you two should have a little time alone together anyway." I raised my eyebrow jokingly, which caused Nash to chuckle. "Not like that, you perv!" He mock-shoved me away before we both started laughing. "I just meant that you two should talk some, get to know each other better. Talk about all this without me just being the middle man." I didn't disagree, and after one more kiss, Nash got off the couch and started walking towards the hall just as Ian was emerging. Wearing a baseball cap, a tight blue t-shirt, cargo shorts and high socks, Ian was a walking stereotype, but I wasn't complaining. I liked the "casual bro" look on other guys, and I especially liked it on my boyfriend's little brother. Nash explained the plan while I quickly cleaned off my crotch and got dressed. A few minutes later and I was in the passenger side of the Goode's big black SUV with Ian behind the wheel. As we pulled off the dirt road to the lake house onto the main one, the silence was awkward. Outside of him sneaking into my room and then fucking me, we hadn't been alone together since we met. It was him that finally broke the ice. "So, man, how, uh...how are you feeling about all this?" It was good to know that behind all the machismo and sex, he was just as cautious and unsure about things as I was. "I don't know. I mean, it's been great. I went from being resigned to unrequited love for Nash to us being together literally overnight. And I think I have you to thank for that." Ian smiled, but it was sincere. He tore his eyes from the road for moment to look at me, and his eyes were kind and enchanting, just like his brother's. "I won't take all the credit. Nash brought you out here because he thought you liked him. He thought it would just be the two of you and by the end of the weekend he'd confront you about it. Well, 'confront' is the wrong word, but you know what I mean." He paused for a moment and glanced at me again. "It was his idea. He did this for you. I just...I saw how you looked at me, and I couldn't help myself." He smiled again, only this time the mischievousness had returned. I pondered his words briefly before continuing our Q&A. "So you didn't know he was going to bring me out here? You didn't know about any of this?" I remembered Nash's surprised and frustrated reaction when Ian was here, and the reasons behind it were starting to fall into place. It wasn't just that he wanted it to be us, alone together, it was also that he knew how Ian was, knew how easily he could draw me in. "Honestly, not really. The last time I stayed with Nash, he mentioned that there was someone he was interested in, and we talked about it some then. But that was just us figuring out the logistics of adding another person to our little arrangement. He had told me about you before, but I never made the connection that you were the guy." Another pause, more time to fit together the pieces of the puzzle that led to this moment together. "Okay, so you guys talked about the arrangement. I know the basic gist, but, like, are you okay with this?" We had only just met, but I liked Ian, and not just because of the sexy parts. He was joyful and kind and loving and fun. The sexy parts were icing on a great cake. "Yeah, man. I wasn't sure at first, really. I told Nash I wanted to meet the guy before we moved forward, but clearly he had different ideas about in which order events would take place." The tone of his voice got sharper, almost agitated, before his face softened. "Sorry, I'm kind of a control freak, though I'm guessing you've figured that out by now." He smiled at me again and we both laughed. "But really, I'm fine. Nash and I are our own separate people with separate lives. We just also have our life together. You and Nash will have your own separate relationship, but you'll also be part of our relationship now. It sounds way more complicated in theory than it is in practice." Another pause. It was almost exactly what Nash had told me, which put me more at ease. "Besides, I like you, too." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and turned to look at the trees outside. "Do you, uh, have a boyfriend?" I heard Ian chuckle softly to himself and I turned back to look at him. "Nah, not really. I've got Nash, but we're not boyfriends. I've got guys I hook up with at school, a few older guys outside of school," he turn to flash a grin and raise an eyebrow, which made me laugh, "But boyfriend? Nah. I don't know if I want one. I'm still figuring shit out. Besides, most guys are the worst. Trust me." By that point, we'd reached the small grocery store near the lake. Nothing fancy, but you could get what you needed. Inside, they weren't busy by any means, but there was a solid flow of people moving about and getting things. Ian leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Hey, follow me really quick." He took the lead and led us to the back of the store, where a sign read, in fancy letters, "Restrooms". I had a feeling I knew were this was going, and I started to get nervous, but I followed Ian into the door marked "Men". "Ian, c'mon, we can't fool around in here." The bathroom wasn't the grossest I'd seen, but it was still a public bathroom, with a good amount of people outside. Ian locked the door behind me and pulled me in for a kiss. I could already feel his cock hardening in his shorts. "Just really quick, Brian, just suck me off." My breathing was shallow and he flicked my ear lobe again, which made me shudder. I began palming his hard piece through the cargo fabric. "I haven't gotten off at all today and I need to before tonight. Besides, watching you fuck Nash earlier...goddamn, that was incredible." He started kissing my neck, which ended up being the last bit of motivation I needed. I fell to my knees, thankful that the floor wasn't sticky or covered in filth, and quickly opened up Ian's shorts. To my surprise, he wasn't even wearing underwear. I looked up at him only to be met with that same mischievous smile. I pulled the hard teen cock out and wasted no time getting to work. Swirling the head with my tongue, I stroked the shaft with one hand, steadying myself against the door behind Ian with the other. As the precum leaked from his slit, I started taking more and more into my mouth, before I suddenly felt him at the back of my throat. Careful not to gag, I slowly took it into my throat, and while he had tried to stay as quiet as possible until that point, Ian let out a loud groan. With most of his cock in my mouth, I began sucking in earnest, nearly the full length going in and out. Ian, in a surprising turn of events, started letting out tiny whining moans, and the sound made my own cock stiffen a little bit in my shorts. When he put his hand on my hand and started thrusting his hips, I knew it was the beginning of the end. I let Ian take control and just did my best to not gag and spit. He wasn't fucking my face for long before he let out a low, rumbly moan and unleashed down my throat. I pulled off his cock a bit, just so I could get some of his cum on tongue. I was starting to realize how much I enjoyed the taste of cum, a tidbit I filed away for later examination. I swallowed Ian's load and licked his cock clean before leaning back and getting up off the floor. As Ian was putting his spent member back into his shorts, I took his chin in my face and pulled him in for a kiss, making sure there was still a little bit of cum let in there for him to taste. "Fuck, that was great Brian. Now to get stuff. But we can't leave together." I smiled at his lack of foresight on the "bathroom blowjob" front. "So, uh, you leave before me, and go get beer. I'll wait a few seconds, then go get the pizzas. And we'll just meet back up at the car." I nodded my approval and he unlocked the door I had just blown him against, letting me back out into the grocery store. I grabbed the beer and paid, then sat at the SUV until Ian emerged. With our quest completed, we hit the road, back to lake house for our night of god knows what. The drive back was mostly silent, but not awkward. Ian put on some music, some electronic shit that I didn't hate but also didn't care about, but it felt right. Felt like him. We were halfway back to the house before he spoke. "So, you excited about tonight?" Even in the fading light I could see his smile. "I, well, I guess so. I don't really know what to expect, but I trust you guys." I hadn't expected myself to be so honest about my feelings, but I was glad I was. "It'll be a good time, man. I promise. You won't have to do anything you don't want to. It'll be fun no matter what." Still smiling, Ian placed his hand on my knee and squeezed gently. He looked away from the road long enough for our eyes to meet, and I couldn't help but smile back. ----- Okay, that's part 5! I know I said the party would be in this part, but as the writing progressed it felt better to split the pre-party and party into two separate chapters and expand this one. So, party is next, I promise! As always, email me at ncbigkid@gmail.com with any questions/comments, and thanks for reading!