Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2008 16:25:38 EST From: ImJeff0882@aol.com Subject: My Roommate Nick, part 23 The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving adult males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is mostly true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The author (Jeff Hunter) 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. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to ImJeff0882@aol.com Okay, just so you know, this is probably going to be long. I want to run through some situations that occurred at Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas and our yearly cousins ski trip and, of course, the super bowl. (I haven't written the last part yet, because only half the bet has been paid. This weekend will be part two of the payment) Anyway, that's a lot, so buckle up. Actually, now that this is almost done and it is almost 100 pages single spaced, I'm going to divide it up into several parts (probably four), so look for each part. Nifty doesn't allow me to post more than every other day, so look for part 24 etc as they post them. When I post the last part, most likely dealing with the super bowl, I'll be sure to tell you that that is it for a while. Oh yes, one more thing. Nick is very busy and decided not only to NOT add to this, but to NOT proof it for me. So, I'm going to give it a quick read, try to catch as much as I can and then post it. When you find the many errors that I am sure I will miss, just take a breath and move on. About the mistaken use of names; you've got to remember that I've changed the names and it is so hard to keep the names straight. I do a document scan for Nick's real name and my real name, because on several occasions I've called Nick by his real name and when I proofed it, I read right over it. I think I have everyone named correctly. About the length of it; it will take time to read and it too a lot of time to write. My Roommate Nick (Now my life-partner Nick), part 23 Nick has really gotten into this `got to be with the family' thing on the holidays. I'd be fine with skipping Thanksgiving, but he wanted to head to my parents' house. I told him that would be fine but I wanted to head over into his parents' area and see if we could see his mom. We called his brother, Matt, and he said he'd work it out so that we could all have lunch on Saturday. Our plan was to leave school late Tuesday and stay with my parents until Friday afternoon when we'd head to Matt's and stay with him on Friday and Saturday and then head back to school on Sunday. Brad calls and emails both Nick and I often. I love chatting with him. He seems to be excited about school and about meeting guys. He's had several dates with two guys that were exciting, according to him. He's still seeing Steve when he comes here for a visit and when Steve takes the time to drive to see Brad. It looks to me like they really like each other. Steve visits my office often (about once a week) and we usually have lunch together. I am becoming a real fan of Steve's and enjoy seeing and spending time with him. He's very bright, polite, funny and attractive. So, spending time with him is easy. He seems to need something from me, but I'm not sure what that is. I think I'm one of the few gay men he knows well enough to talk to about things that concern him. Let's begin. Brad decided that he wasn't going home for Thanksgiving. Nick and I thought about inviting him to my parents' house but then we didn't know what to do with him when we went to stay with Matt. Brad assured us that he could go home, but that was not what he wanted. He called me about a week before we were leaving and asked me if we trusted him enough to allow him to stay at our apartment since his roommate was staying in town. We said okay. I told him that I would pick him up on Monday night and that we were leaving Tuesday. He said that Steve, who lives about 100 miles from school, was driving home Thursday morning and coming back early Friday. Brad wanted to know if it was okay with us if Steve also stayed at our apartment. When I told Nick, he smiled and said, "Fuck, yeah. That boy is thinking with his cock. He's giving up a turkey dinner with his family for a week of hot sex. Good for him." I returned to our apartment at around 8pm, Monday night. with Brad in tow. As we parked my car, he said, "I'm so excited and horny, I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep tonight." I smiled, "Yeah, and why is that? I mean you guys have been fucking around." "Yeah, but he always has to run home so his roommate doesn't get weird. He's going to spend the night tomorrow night, Wednesday night, Friday night and Saturday night. We are going to take our clothes off and never get dressed except to go out for food and DVD's." I said, "AAH, you've been talking to Nick. Those are his three most important things for a good weekend: food, DVD's and a lot of sex." He laughed. "And don't forget the condoms," I added. "Yes, dad, and condoms. Steve said that he's going to save all of them and leave them in a bowl for you so that you'll know we were being good boys." "He better bring his own bowl," I said, poking him. Later, I told Nick that I thought they must be getting serious about each other because they were both excited about sleeping together. I know for that having sex with someone was one thing, wanting to spend the night with them was another. Nick agreed. He said, kissing is a big step, being excited about spending the night is even bigger. He remembered times when he'd fuck his girlfriend and then try to figure out a way to come back to our apartment. We had fun talking and teasing Brad before we went to bed. When Nick and I crawled into bed, he said, "Can you believe that they haven't beat off for three days so that they'd be at the height of their libido." Steve read that after four days of not having a climax, a man is at the height of his horniness. After the fourth day, his libidinal energy begins to decrease. I said, "Yeah, I can believe it. I can't remember the last time I went four days without cumming." Nick said, "We should try it." I laughed. "First, you're enough to handle when you haven't shot a load in 36 hours, so I don't want to have to deal with you after four days." "Yeah, and second." "Second, I'm not going four days sleeping in the same bed with you and not having sex." He snuggled up to me and began kissing me. I said, "That doesn't mean we have to have sex tonight. We had sex this morning." "Yeah, but you made me hard." He rolled on top of me and began licking my neck and biting my ear. He was hard and he was pushing his erection into my groin. My cock began to respond. He moaned, "You think you can handle my dick up your ass." Nick likes to do this `dirty talk thing' and I usually go along with it, but for some reason I started laughing. "What are you laughing at?" I kept laughing. He wet his dick and lifted my legs. He pressed his dick head against my hole and pushed. I laughed, "Easy, asshole." He pressed deep into me. I chuckled again. He smiled at me. "Damn, you are so big," I said, smiling at him. "Take it out, take it out, please, it hurts so good," I whispered and smiled. He laughed. "I don't know why I love you," he said and began slowly fucking me. We kissed as he fucked me and I masturbated. His dick felt wonderful inside of me. It always does. We seem to have learned four or five positions that work for us; this was one of them. He sat up and held my legs apart. He slowly thrust his hips forward, driving his dick into me. He pushed my hand aside and began jerking me off. I lay back, staring up at him. I moaned as I got close to my orgasm and he began thrusting faster and harder. He stroked my dick and played with my balls. "Oh yeah, fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck you are so hot," he said, loudly, stroking me while he ran his hands over my abs and chest. "Come on, cum. Come on." The bed was shaking. He was pounding my ass and stroking my dick. "Not so loud, we have company," I said, moaning. He kept shaking the bed as he pounded my ass. I whispered, `I'm going to cum." "Yeah, shoot that load," he shouted. He was stroking me hard. I grabbed my thighs and arched my body. My head lifted off the pillow. Nick and I stared at each other as I began cumming. It was dark, so I couldn't see where my cum was going, but I felt it land on my forehead and in my hair, then on my chest. I was groaning loudly. Immediately upon the end of my climax, Nick fell on top of me, grabbed my shoulders and began thrusting hard into me. I wrapped my legs around him and held him in my arms as his body began shaking all over. Nick grunted very loudly as his body tensed and shook. He bit down into my neck and kept pushing himself deeply into me. Finally, he went limp in my arms. He whispered, "Fuck, Jeff," as he grabbed a handful of my hair, "I fuckin' love you so much." I chuckled. "You better love me; I think you just got me pregnant." He laughed. I got up to go to the bathroom. Brad said, "Damn, you guys are loud." I laughed. When I came out of the bathroom, Brad was sitting on our bed talking to Nick. Nick was laughing. Brad said, "I have a hard on and it won't go down." Nick kept laughing. I climbed into bed. Brad stood up. Both Nick and I watched as he walked away. He was naked and his dick was pointing toward the ceiling as he walked back to the living room. Nick said, "You can jerk off, you know," and chuckled. "No, Steve and I are saving it." Nick yelled out, "Fuck, you sound like a fuckin' teenager." Brad laughed as he crawled into the sofa bed. Nick began teasing Brad. "I bet you can't wait to get that nice big cock in your mouth. How does his cum taste?" I smiled and poked Nick. "I bet he gives great head. Does he give great head?" Brad said, "Better than you," and laughed. Nick began laughing. I said, "Good for you, Brad. That shut him up." The next morning I woke up at 7am. Nick was already up, but Brad was in my bed. He said, "Nick is making breakfast he told me to come in here." I nodded. I decided I had to pee. My side of the bed is against the wall, so I uncovered myself and stepped over Brad. I was naked, I had morning wood. I noticed Brad staring at my dick. I smiled at him, and said, "What are you looking at?" He smiled at me. When I returned and climbed into bed, he again watched my cock swing and sway. I smiled at him. As I lay down, I pulled the covers off of him. He was hard. "Have you been hard since last night?" Nick called Brad to the kitchen to help him. Without hesitation, Brad stepped out of bed and with his dick hard, walked to the kitchen. I heard Nick teasing him. When they returned to the bedroom with bagels and coffee and scrambled eggs (we usually eat breakfast in bed on weekends; breakfast, New York Times and sex. This wasn't a weekend, but Brad was here and it was almost vacation.) The three of us ate and talked. Each time it looked like Brad might lose his erection, either Nick or I would reach over and touch it. Brad watched and smiled. Nick took a shower and left for school. I took the next shower. Brad followed. Brad and I cleaned up the breakfast mess and then got ready to leave for campus. Brad and I were going to my office and then we were going to meet Steve for lunch. Brad and I had talking about growing up gay and the conflicted fillings we had. He talked about what he thought it would be like when he told his parents that he as gay. He described a situation something like what Nick went through. I said, "No matter how it goes when you do it, Nick and I are here for you." He nodded. "Brad, I'm serious. Nick and I have talked about you and we both want you to be part of our adopted family." He looked at me. "We've been talking about the fact that we'd like to have people in our lives that we invite to be family. We are going to ask straight people and gay people, men and women. You are number one on our list. We have a friend who I know you'd like a lot. His name is Danny. We want him to be part of our adopted family." I looked at Brad he seemed stressed. "What's wrong?" I asked. He shook his head. "Brad?" Tears filled his eyes. He stepped toward me and we hugged. "I'm assuming this is an I'm-happy cry." He nodded and said, "I love you guys so much. I don't understand why you like me. My roommate says you and Nick must want me for sex, but I keep telling him that you don't and that you are just two great guys." "Tell your roommate to go fuck himself," I said. He chuckled. "I did. I told him that he's just jealous. I know you don't want me for sex. Fuck, if I was you or Nick, I wouldn't want me for sex." "Brad, don't do that. Both Nick and I think you are very hot. I'd do you in a heartbeat if I wasn't with Nick," and laughed. "Nick would be all over you if I let him. And, besides, you know Steve lusts after you." Brad smiled. "I really love you guys. I never felt like I had a good friend before and now I have the both of you. I get confused when I think about you guys liking me so much and it always makes me cry. Sometimes I'm sitting in class and I think about you and Nick and tears fill my eyes," he said as tears filled his eyes. My eyes filled with tears. "You must think I'm a jerk." I sighed and twisted his tit. He laughed and hugged me again. "It's great to have a friend like you." "Thank you." He said, "I'm not supposed to tell you, but Steve really likes you a lot, a lot." He smiled as we began to leave the apartment. "I think part of it is from when he was your student. Part of it is that I always say good things about you. But he thinks you're hot. He gets a hard-on when he's with you." I laughed and poked him. "I'm serious. He told me that the last time he had lunch with you he was sitting across for you and you kept talking and smiling at him and he wondered what it would be like to have sex with you and he got hard." "I'm going to tell him you told me that." "No, please," he begged. "Okay," I promised, "I won't." We met Steve and Nick for lunch. I gave the keys to our apartment to Brad. Nick and I took off, went home, packed our car and took off for my parents' house. THANKSGIVING We arrived at my house after dinner, but my mother had saved us something to eat. My dad was all smiles. He's always so warm and loving and has such tolerance for my mother's persona. She sometimes seems bigger than life. He sat at the table with Nick and me while my mom warmed everything, prepared the table and talked and talked. She was happy to see us and it seemed she was a bit nervous or stressed. Nick, of course, loved all the attention. My mom would stand behind him as he sat at the table, talk to me and put her hands on his shoulders. They don't touch much in Nick's family, so he both notices my mom's touch and responds with a smile. I keep telling him that he's the daughter she always wanted. As we were eating dinner, she dropped the bomb. I knew something was up. "Okay," she said. "I should have told you before you drove down here, but I decided to talk to you in person." I looked at Nick and said, "I hope you didn't unpack because I have a feeling we're leaving as soon as I'm done eating." "Like hell you are," was my mother's response. "What have you done?" I asked. "I didn't do anything. Your Aunt called," meaning Bill and Paul's mother," and said that Paul and his wife were going to be in town." "Oh no," I said. "You can't be serious. After what that little fuck did here. I can't believe you're allowing him to come here for dinner." My mother continued as if I had not said a word, (nothing new there) "She told me that he's realized that what he did was terrible and that he knows he owes you an apology." "Owes me an apology. Owes me an apology. Fuck, he doesn't owe me anything. He acted like an ass in your house, not mine, and toward Nick, not me." I was angry. (I have a right to be, I'm Italian, at least that is what my mother says.) "Anyway, if you'd listen to me an stop spouting off, I'd tell you that I told her that he'd have to apologize to me and your father and to you and Nick or he'd better not ever step across my doorstep." I sat staring at her. She seemed to be waiting for me to speak, but she just asked me not to spot off, so, silent I was. "Anyway, he called and apologized to me and then asked for your father and apologize to him." She kept staring. "So, he and his wife are coming here for dinner on Thanksgiving." I was fuming, but silent. Nick said, "Is Bill coming also?" My mother, in a completely different tone of voice, said, "No, but we are having Christmas dinner at my sister's house and Billy will be in for Christmas, so you'll get to see him there." My mother looked at me, waiting for me to say something. She said to Nick, "So, they'll be here and he wants to apologize." Nick nodded and said, "Cool. But, really he doesn't have to. We can just forget it and make like it never happened." I gave Nick the look. "What?" he said to me. "I don't care if he apologizes or he doesn't." "Yeah, you and Mother Teresa," I said to him. To my mother, I said, "I can't believe you didn't tell me before I drove down here." Nick said, "She knew you wouldn't come." I scowled at him. I said to my mother, "If I did something like this to you, you'd be pissed." "You tried to do something like this if memory serves me right," was her retort. I said, "Yeah, and you were furious." "So, be furious. No one says you can't be angry. I expected you to be angry. And you're right, if you did something like this to me, I'd be angry. But, if I remember correctly, I got over it and we put it behind us and you and Nick were here for dinner." "You know, sometimes you just burn my butt," I said. "That's okay. I made that butt and if I want to burn it, I'll burn it. And if I want to kick that butt, I'll do that too. You're not so big that if I want I can't kick your butt, yet." Nick smiled. I looked at him and said, "I can kick your butt." Nick said, "Yeah, sure. See," he said to my father, "The boss pisses him off and he comes home and kicks the dog, me being the dog." My father laughed and said, "Get used to it." "I have," Nick said. "Yeah, you really suffer, Saint Nick," I said. We went to bed. Nick didn't get any. Thanksgiving Day came. So did about twenty of our family members. I was steamed up and ready for Paul. Nick no longer needed babysitting. He immediately found those members of my family who adore him. I laid in wait. I know my cousin Paul and I knew that any apology that came from him was going to be back handed. When he arrived he made the rounds. I watched him with my mother. She smiled and nodded but did not give him her cheek. That means he's on her shit list. That made me feel a little better. I watched him with my dad. My dad was cordial, which means that Paul was on his shit list also. I was sitting with Nick and my cousin Anthony and his wife and my cousin Margaret and her husband, and my Uncle. Paul walked up to us. Anthony and Margaret do not like Paul for their own reasons. Paul had lost his wife somewhere in the crowd. Paul walked up to us and said hello to everyone including Nick. Everyone sat silently. Anthony's wife said something and Paul answered. There was talk for a few minutes. Then Paul said, "Nick, last time I was rude to you and I want to apologize." Nick said, "Apology accepted," and put out his hand. Paul shook his hand. I was no longer angry at Nick and I realized that if someone in Nick family did to me what Paul did to Nick and then apologized to me, I'd be gracious and accept it, just like Nick was. As a matter of fact, I really appreciated that Nick was being so forgiving after Paul did what he did. I glanced at Anthony. Anthony's face twisted with disgust. Paul looked at me. I was pissed but ready to be as gracious as Nick. This was my parent's house, not mine and I love my aunt and uncle. But Paul had to take it one step further. He said to me, "Can I speak to you alone?" I almost said no, and I wish I had. Anthony looked at me and shook his head. We stepped further into the backyard. Paul said, "What I did wasn't very Christian of me." (Okay, I wanted to hit him right here. It wasn't Christian of him. First, if he wasn't Christian then it would be okay to do what he did. Second, he did it because he is "Christian" meaning born again. So, he should have said, I did it because I'm one of those Christians who justifies my bigotry with my faith.) He went on. "I should have never been rude to Nick in my Aunt's home." (In my Aunt's house. Does that mean that his behavior was reasonable but not in her house.) I took a breath and nodded. He should have stopped there. "I don't condone your lifestyle but like I said, I shouldn't have done what I did." (Lifestyle. I'm not even going there. He doesn't condone. Where does he get off thinking that he gets to condone or not condone and that I want to hear what he thinks.) I'm not sure where I went. He said a couple of other things about us all being sinners but asking for forgiveness. I remember thinking I wanted to hit him. The asshole pulled me aside for this. If he said this in front of my mom or my dad, his ass would be out the door. "I guess I was just feeling like if this was something you had to do you should at least not throw it in your parents face. I was just feeling bad for them because I love your mom like she was my own. Really, Jeff, think how hard this has to be on her. I just don't see why you had to bring him into her home." I interrupted him and said, "Look you little fuck. You're the one she doesn't want in her home, not Nick. You're the pain in the ass, the embarrassment to her, not Nick." I was trying so hard to stay composed that I was shaking. "Well, did you ever think that they're just saying that because they feel they have to?" "You asshole. Have you ever known my mother to say something because she had to? I guarantee you that if we walked up to her right now and just said, Nick goes or Paul goes. Nothing else, no explanation, without hesitation, she'd say you go. If you doubt me, let's go you fuckin chicken shit, cock-sucking asshole. " Have you ever been at a point where you know you should just laugh and walk away, but you're so angry you can't even think straight? I was there. What was strange was that he was talking to me as if he cared about me and my parents. "Well, I just think that this is something that you chose and now your parents have to live with it. I'd never do something like that to my parents, and I don't think you should have, but I was wrong in what I did, so I'm sorry." Now I was really ready to hit him. I thumped him once on the left pectoral with my index finger and said, "Look cocksucker, I remember how you were all over my dick when I was ten years old. I remember how you were all over your brother's dick, so don't give me this lifestyle bullshit. You're the one who's chose a lifestyle." He smiled at me and said, "But you chose to live being gay, I didn't." I think I was so angry that I calmed down. I think something in my body told me that the next step was going to be to hit him. Instead, I said, "Two things, Paul. If you ever hear that I'm in town and eating here or anyplace else you are invited to, you'd better turn down the invitation." He stared at me with a smirk on his face. With my index finger, I thumped him again, but this time very hard, twice on his left pectoral. He winced. "No one who knows you likes you. Your own brother can't stand you. He didn't like you when you were a kid, when you were in high school or college and he really can't stand you now. Your own brother does everything he can to avoid you. He thinks you and your wife are, and I quote, gruesomely ugly people with twisted hearts and minds." "Billy never told you anything like that." "Call him right now, cocksucker," I said, taking out my phone, "and we'll see what he said. When I told him what you did to Nick he said he wanted to tear off the top of your head and piss down you neck." He seemed shaken. He said, "I didn't mean for this to happen. I mean, piss you off. That wasn't my intent. I was just trying to tell you why I did what I did and that I shouldn't have and I wanted to apologize. I don't approve of your relationship, but I'd never attack you." I was oddly calm now. "Paul, I don't give a fuck whether you approve of my relationship of not and for the life of me I can't imagine why you'd think that I would care. I don't like you. I never have liked you. Most of the cousins don't like you. You do know that don't you?" I said, staring into his eyes. He nodded. "There's a reason for that. They think you're a sneaky, hypocritical, worm who hated Billy because you couldn't be half the man he was and was always getting him into trouble for one thing or another. Look around, Paul, is there anyone here who would really miss you if you weren't here?" He was going to answer, but I said, "Even if you included the people who aren't here, is there a handful?" He glared at me. "Paul, your own brother only comes to family get-togethers when you aren't going to be there. When was the last time you saw Billy? When was the last time you talked to Billy?" He was going to speak, but I cut him off. "Nick is better friends with Billy than you are. I know that Nick talks to Billy more often than you talk to him. I know I do. So, explain to me how it is that you are such a well intentioned person and no one, not even your brother trusts or likes you." We stared at each other. I gently thumped him on his left pectoral. "Enjoy the lasagna and the turkey, Paul," I said and walked away. As soon as I returned to the group, Anthony said to me, "I told you not to talk to him alone." Nick looked at me and said, "Why? What happened?" "Nothing," I said, "Paul just apologized and I accepted his apology." Anthony smiled at me. I looked at him as if to say, `what do you know?' and he took his index finger and thumbed his own chest as I had thumped Paul's. Paul and his wife had dinner with the rest of my family. After everyone left, and my parents finally went to bed, Nick asked me if he could get us some dessert. I think he has a hollow leg. He returned to my room with a piece of apple pie and ice cream for each of us. I was undressed and in bed. He undressed and jumped in beside me. "Okay, Anthony told me something happened. Fill me in," Nick said. "Look, I've just calmed down. I don't want to get pissed again." "Bullshit. Tell me." I finished my ice cream and pie, put down my plate and told him what Paul and I said to each other. He asked, "Are you going to tell your parents?" I took a breath and shook my head. I scooted down in the bed. He was still eating. "If I tell them it's just going to create problems. My mom and my aunt love getting together and my mom will have to avoid that if Paul is going to be around. I think my mother really wants there to be peace so she doesn't have to avoid Paul. She can't stand him, but at least she doesn't have to avoid him. If I tell her, I don't know, it's just going to make her life difficult and it accomplishes nothing. Anyway, I'll kick his ass if he crosses my path, she doesn't have to fight my battles." "It's so weird. You are so much like her and yet so much like your dad and they are such opposites." "What does that mean?" "Well, there's this thing you've got. Kenny has it a lot. You have it a lot, too. Anthony has it but not as much as you. Margaret definitely has it. As a matter of fact, I'd say most of the women in your family have it." "And just what is the `it' that we have?" "It's this spark. No, more like a flame. No, more like a brightly burning fire," he said and made this noise like a blazing fire and laughed. I punched him. "No, it's good. I mean, it is part of what always made me want to be with you. It's scary to be on the other end of it, but I love it, too. It's real and alive. I mean, it's honest." He chuckled. I looked at him. "I love watching your mother get fired up. Margaret is great at it, too. You know, it's not an out of control type of burn either. It's not like a forest fire that burns everything down. It's like a laser beam. Zap!" he said, making a motion with his fingers. "Okay, stop with the simile." "Well, you've got it. And the dad thing is that reasonable thing that you do. That thinking-of-others thing. It's like your dad provides a warm, caring, safe place that is reasonable and ordered. You do that. Everything has its place. I love that about you. Your mother patrols the perimeter ready to defend her cubs. Yeah, your mom is like the lioness protecting her cub." "Another simile. So, what's wrong with any of that?" "Nothing. I think it's great. I love that lioness thing in you and I love that you're not telling them what Paul said and why you're not telling them. Look, he's an ass wipe and your mother and father know it. Why shit on their peace of mind." "Are you doing this on purpose?" "What?" "Ass wipe, shit on them." He laughed. I rolled over away from him. He rubbed my back. I rolled over onto my stomach. He kept running his finger up and down my back and over my ass. "Are you pissed at me?" I shook my head. "Are you pissed off at Paul again?" I sighed. "I don't know. I just hate smug, arrogant, passive aggressive holier than though cock suckers." I rolled over and sat up. "Damn, I wish I had called Billy. I should have. I mean, his brother can't stand him and would have happily told him." I ranted for a while. I looked at Nick. "Fuck, you got me going again. Why did we have to talk about this?" Leave it to Nick to say as he threw the covers back, "Here, take it out on me," and smiled. I stared at him and shook my head. "Take out your frustrations on this willing and waiting body. It's here for you to use for your pleasure." I laughed and shook my head and rolled away from him. "Sometimes I think I'm living in an old movie, with you; willing and waiting body," I said, glancing at him. "Your body is always willing and waiting." He smiled and said, "Come on, you know you're not going to be able to sleep. Let me be the battlefield upon which you wreak havoc." I kept laughing. "I brought this all up again. Vent your frustration on me; take your revenge; pillage and plunder." He lifted his legs and pulled them over his head. "My hole awaits your rod." He moved against me, pressing his erection into me. "If you don't fuck me, big boy, I'm going to fuck you." I started laughing. "You're not fucking anyone tonight, buckoo." "Then get on this pony and ride," he said, getting on his hands and knees. "Let's go to that place that only you know how to get to. Fill me full of your essence and" "Okay," I said. My dick was hard. I got out of bed, grabbed the lube from my bag, moved him so that he was still kneeling on the bed, but I was standing behind him, and said, "I remember when you swore you wouldn't have sex with me in my parents' house." He turned and looked at me smiling. "That's when I was a boy. But you've made me into a man." I laughed. He said, "Make me your bitch, big boy," as I lubed my dick and his ass. "You are so going to get so fucked that you're not going to be able to sit tomorrow." "Ah, if only that were true, I'd be such a happy man," he said, smiling. As I've said in the past, we go back and forth between making love, which is most of the time, and sex. This was going to be sex and I've come to know how Nick likes it when he's in this kind of mood; long, hard, deep and rough. I grabbed his hip with one hand and rubbed my cock against his hole with the other. I slapped his ass and said, "Tighten up. I'm not sticking my dick in any sloppy hole." He started laughing. "My hole is anything but sloppy." I slapped his ass again. "Okay," he whined. He squeezed his hole closed. So much so, that I was having a hard time getting in. But soon enough, I pushed my dick past his sphincter and deep into his ass. "Oh fuck," he hissed. "Do you want me to stop?" "You're kidding, right?" he said. "Get busy on that ass," he ordered, arching his back. I began fucking him hard, holding both his hips and pulling him hard against me as I pushed into him. He buried his face in the mattress and moaned, "Fuck me. Damn, I love the way you fuck me." I fucked him until I started to get close. I leaned over him, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him upward and onto his feet. I then pushed him forward so that he rested his hands on the bed. I went back to thrusting into him as he stood with his legs wide apart. He moaned. He groaned. I was getting close again, but I knew if I came now, he'd complain. He hadn't even started jerking off. I pulled out of him; got him on the bed again and on his knees. I stood behind him on the bed and squatted down with my legs opened wide and with him in between them. I held onto his hips and slid into him. He grunted loudly with each thrust I made. "Fuck, damn, is that your dick?" he moaned. "Fuck." "You want me to stop?" "Don't you dare," he moaned as he began jerking off. Squatting behind him, I fucked him hard, but soon had to stop. I was both getting close and my legs were beginning to give out. Fucking like that is hard standing on a mattress. I pushed him flat on the bed and lay down on top of him. I grabbed a handful of his hair and held on as I thrust hard into him. "Oh fuck, yeah," he moaned. "Fuck, I love you so fuckin' much." I bit into his shoulder. "Fuck, you're such an animal," he said. I'm not sure why, but I'm not very good at this dirty talk stuff. I said, "What kind of animal?" Silence. He said, "What kind of animal?" He started laughing. My dick is pushed deep into his ass. I'm close to cumming and he's laughing. "You want to know what kind of animal? Let's see, you're a gazelle, or maybe a horned back toad." He glanced at me and laughed. "You are so fuckin' creative sometimes but so concrete at other times." He moved so that I wasn't in him anymore. He continued to laugh. "I love you so much." I guess I thought it was pretty funny. I broke the mood. "Shut up," I said, smiling at him. He said, as if he was talking to a school boy, "When I say you're an animal, well, it's like I'm saying that you are like an animal. You know one of those similes. Not a specific animal, but like the animal we all have in us. You are animal like. Yeah, that is what I should have said." "Shut up," I said, pushing him. He grunted and smiled. "I should have said, `Fuck, you're so animal like." We were both laughing. I rolled away from him. He rolled on top of him. "You know for someone who is so creative and so in touch with your emotions and so fuckin' hot and sexy, you can also be very concrete at times." "Look, asshole. When I'm being animal like, I'm in touch with my inner ape-ness and in my primitive state I get very concrete." "You're no ape, you're a fuckin' gazelle, a big dicked, horny-as-hell gazelle." He sat up, took hold of my dick, sat down on it and began masturbating. I lay back and watched him. As he rocked back and forth, he played with my chest and my nipples. I began thrusting up into him. He steadied himself, masturbated and let me fuck him. He was getting close. He leaned forward and grabbed my hair. "Cum in my mouth," I said. He had this mischievous smile on his face. "Nick, don't cum on my face, cum in my mouth." He just kept smiling. I kept thrusting, he kept jerking. He began to moan. Then he moved over me. I opened my mouth taking in his dick and sucked him hard. He shook, moaned and thrust as he came. When he was done I swallowed. I love his taste. I love that I excite him so much. I love that I can satisfy his lust. Every time I take him into me it feels extremely intimate, even when it raw and nasty. He lay on me, kissed me and collapsed. His body always feels so different to me after he cums. It's the way he curls up into my arms and relaxes. He lay there breathing hard. I began slowly jerking myself off. He pushed my hand away and rolled me on top of him. "No, you don't. I still want you to fuck me, but not like an animal. Let me make love to you while you do it." With his legs wrapped around me, and us face to face, he rolled us onto our sides. I slowly entered him. He wrapped his arms around me. We kissed and I slowly fucked him. He looked at me as I fucked him. "You can do this to me all night," he said. "No, I can't," I said, smiling. "I'd let you," he said. I kept slowly moving inside of him. "I love you being inside of me." He kissed me and nibbled at my face. He licked my cheeks and lips. "Cum inside of me." I nodded. I was getting close. "I love you, squirt." I smiled at him. I don't let anyone call me that anymore. I was getting close. I rolled over so that I was on top of him. His legs were wrapped around my waist. My face was buried in the nape of his neck. I began to grunt and breathe hard. "Yeah, fill me up," he whispered. "I want you inside of me." When I came, he held me tightly. I moaned and groaned. He kissed me. I feel asleep soon after that, still in his arms. When I woke up in the morning, he was up and having coffee with my mother. I think Nick's favorite thing to do is have sex with me. There is no doubt about that. His next favorite thing to do is have coffee with my mom. We left early and headed to Matt's apartment. I'm going to cut it here. The part dealing with Matt is long. Look for it to be posted in a day or two. Hey, THIS IS NICK. Just a quickie from me. I love a good quickie. Having Brad around is great. He reminds me of me for some reason. I love watching him come into his own. Steve is a good guy. A bit shy for my liking, but that also reminds me of me, so maybe that's why I want to bust him out of his shell. Thanksgiving was GREAT. I starved myself for two days so I'd be able to chow down. I love being with Jeff's family. Paul is a complete asshole. Oh yeah, before I forget. I hate the NY Giants and if Jeff whispers, `Go Giants' one more time, I'm going to hurt him bad. This is Jeff again. LOL. go giants