Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2004 23:19:54 EST From: ImJeff0882@aol.com Subject: My Roommate Nick, part three 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; I am taking more liberties here, since the story is about Nick and me, rather than Bill and me. The actions of the people in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. 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 Roommate Nick, part three The next thing I heard was the alarm, but I guess I fell back to sleep. I woke up at 8:49am. I lay in bed and thought about jerking off, but also thought about Matt sleeping in the living room. I wanted coffee. I got up, put on a pair of boxers (I forgot how dirty they were) and went to pee. I glanced into the living room and saw that Matt was still in bed. After I peed I quietly went into the kitchen. Nick left a note. It said, just turn on the coffee maker, it's all ready. I did and then went into the bathroom to shower. I began shampooing my hair when I heard Matt say, "Do you mind if I pee?" "No, not at all, just don't flush." "I didn't even hear Nick leave," he said. I glanced through the shower curtain, it is clear plastic. He was standing over the toilet naked and peeing. "How did you sleep?" I asked. "Great. Is there coffee?" "It's cooking." He left the bathroom and then returned. "You mind," he said, holding up his toothbrush. "No, not at all." "Can I run the water in the sink?" "Yeah, that's cool," I said, looking at him through the shower curtain. I continued my shower watching him brush his teeth and then shave in the nude. I began to turn off the shower when he told me he would jump in. I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out of the shower. I watched as he looked me over. I reached for my towel and put it over my head and began drying my hair, giving him all the time he wanted to check me out. I mean, why not, right? But, I held the towel so that I could check him out from the waist down. Hey, one good turn deserves another, LOL. As he walked by me he pulled at his dick and ran his fingers over his balls. Nice, I thought. I thought about putting my towel around my waist as I shaved, but fuck that, I thought. We talked about the run we were going to take. I told him I thought he could do the four mile run and the steps. He said that maybe on Friday the three of us could do it. He said that he's probably going to need to work off calories. I told him that I thought we'd have breakfast, go shopping for last minute stuff come back and then go for the run. He said that sounded good and stepped out of the shower. I watched him dry himself off through the mirror. He hung up his towel, left the bathroom and walked into my bedroom to dress. I wrapped my towel around me and went to get coffee. Again, he laid out his clothes. Then he went into the living room gathered up his dirty clothes. I poured us both a cup. "How do you take your coffee," I asked. "Black," he answered. I went to my bedroom and handed him the cup. He was still naked, but for his socks. I dropped my towel and then found a clean pair of boxers to put on. We both dressed, drinking our coffee, and talking. We went shopping and got the pies we ordered. They were still warm. We went to the market and got some whip cream, ice cream, and a small turkey. Yeah, Nick and I decided to try our hand at a turkey. We decided on instant mashed potatoes, frozen green beans, canned cranberry sauce, and pies. We headed home, put everything away and then headed to the bedroom to change into running clothes. "What do you usually run in?" I asked. "Jock and shorts, or pants and a tee shirt," he said. I handed him one of my jocks, "It's clean," I said. Then I handed him a pair of running shorts. We both got naked again and then dressed. We went outside and used the steps to stretch out. As we were stretching he said, "Do you guys talk when you run, or are you silent runners?" I laughed, "I usually don't get too much time to talk. Your brother talks a lot. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy him a lot, but he can go on and on," I said, glancing at him and smiling. He stared at me in disbelief. "My brother talks," he said. "Yeah, why?" He shrugged. "I guess I don't know him. He was so quiet, as a kid. He talks more now, but usually only if I ask questions. I am surprised to hear that he goes on and on." "Really? Yeah, he can sure talk up a good story. But, like I said, I find him very interesting and funny. I learn a lot, too." "You guys have been friends for a while," he said. We began a slow jog. I explained to him the route we'd take. I set the timer on my watch. "I have each mile marked along the way, so we can judge our pace." "He really likes you, but you probably know that," he said. "Well, I guess so. I mean we get along well. He trusts me and I trust him. I hope we get to be friends for a long time." "That's nice. He's told me a lot about you." "Oh really, like what?" "That's not right. I have to stop doing that." "What?" "I make things sound like they are not, or I guess I tend to avoid the truth or hide the truth. He didn't tell me a lot about you, I asked him a lot of questions about you and he answered them." "Okay, so what did you ask him and what did he tell you? You know you can ask me anything you want to know." After I said that I thought that was not my really feelings, but I guess I was trying to sound mature or transparent or something. I always struggle between saying too much and not saying enough. Sometimes I feel like I am too open and trusting, other times I feel like I am too distant and aloof. I'm scared that I'll never get it right. "Well, I asked him how you guys got to be friends. He told me that you met in the dorms, then lived together with other guys and then decided to move in together. He told me that you're in grad school, a lit major. He said you are TAing." "That's all true." "I asked him if you were dating. He said yes. I asked him what she was like; he said that it's not a she but a guy. I asked him if you are gay and he said he didn't think so, but maybe. He said, you were probably bisexual." I felt my stomach churning; I knew my face was flush, but not so that he'd notice; we were running after all. I thought about the fact that I was assuming that Matt didn't know, and that was why he was standing around naked. "Well, I guess that's what I've told him." You know how you start going off on something when someone is talking. I was listening but also replaying his lack of self consciousness about being naked. "What does that mean, being bisexual?" he asked and glanced over at me. I started feeling annoyed, or maybe vulnerable. I looked at him. He quickly said, "I'm cool with all this. Really. I have a good buddy who is gay. Really, it's more my trying to understand, not a challenge." I nodded and said, "You know, I am not sure what it means. I've talked to Nick about this. He says from an existential point of view you are what you eat," I said, laughing. He looked at me confused. "Well, if you're a guy eating pussy or fucking a woman, at that moment you are heterosexual. If you area guy and sucking dick or fucking him in the ass, then you are homosexual. You are in the moment, and you are what you eat." He smiled at me. "But in terms of identity politics, I guess being bisexual is being comfortable having sex with either." "It seems more complicated than that to me," Matt said. "Nick said you were with a woman last year. Did you love her; I mean did you feel romantic and passionate about her?" "Yes, I did." He nodded and then thought for a while. "Okay, do you feel romantic, passionate now, with your cousin?" I felt my face fall, my stomach tighten. I didn't know what to say. I almost stopped running; I felt like I was going to either cry, or punch someone out. He looked at me. "Nick told you I was seeing my cousin?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. I guess the expression on my face was betraying my feelings. "Oh fuck, was I not supposed to know that. Damn, I don't think he told me I wasn't supposed to know that." I just kept staring straight ahead, not saying a word. My mind was racing. "Look, it's cool with me," he said. "The first cocks I sucked were my older cousins'. Maybe, that's why I didn't think anything of it." "I didn't know he knew," I said. "I never told him it was my cousin that I was seeing." "What?" "I've been, like you've said, hiding the truth from him. I've told him it is a high school friend. I didn't know he knew; he never said." "When I was thirteen my parents went through their conversion, they're reborn. My aunt and uncle helped them with their conversion." I just listened to him, but my mind was racing. I should have told Nick. I was feeling embarrassed about hiding the truth, okay lying. "They went on a ten day religious retreat one summer. I was thirteen and Nick was about ten, I guess. They have six kids; four boys and two girls. They built a room on their garage for the two oldest boys, I stayed with them. Nick stayed with the younger boys. "The first night there they said we should play strip darts; can you imagine strip darts," he said and laughed. "They asked me if I knew about jerking off. They were sixteen and fourteen. I told them that I did. So when we were all naked we started to touch each other and then they asked me about sucking dick. I told them that I had never done that and they said it felt really good and asked me if I'd try it if they showed me. I said, okay. My older cousins sucked my younger cousin and then sucked me. They were right, it felt good. We took turns sucking each other and cumming and swallowing each other's cum. We sucked cock for ten days, every chance we could. I mean like six or seven times a day. Even if we couldn't cum anymore we were sucking each other's dick and having orgasms." I guess I was feeling a little better. "I never told him that it was my cousin. I mean I am sure he wouldn't think twice about it, it was more that I'm not sure my cousin wanted anyone to know." "Because he's married?" he asked. "Yeah. Nick figured this out on his own," I said, thinking out loud. "Did I get him in trouble?" I shrugged, "No. I just feel bad about lying to him." "He's very smart and very observant. So he probably put two and two together and came up with you and your cousin." I guess I had to get the focus off of me. I said, "Yeah, like with you and Cory?" I glanced at him, he was shaking his head. "I thought he knew, but I wasn't sure. Yeah, like me and Cory." "So, was all that cock sucking a teen curiosity?" I asked. Yeah, I know how to stick it to people, and I guess I wanted him to feel as vulnerable as I was. "You mean did it stop after Cory? No, it didn't. I deserve this," he said. "Yeah," I said, "You kind of do." "I guess I put you on the spot. Anyway, maybe you understand my confusion?" "Why don't you just tell me your story and then maybe I can understand better." I think I started to feel a little better; or not so vulnerable. "After Cory there was a frat brother. It started my sophomore year, we roomed together. It started when we were drunk. We started sucking each other when we'd be drunk and horny. Then we stopped having to get drunk and just started sucking each other. He had a girlfriend and so did I and we were both getting laid once in a while, but we still continued sucking each other. We never really talked about it. And, what was weird was that I don't think he ever started it, but all I'd have to do was wave my dick and it was in his mouth and his in mine." He glanced at me and I looked back and nodded. I began feeling like I liked him. I certainly liked him more now that he was opening up rather than digging into me. Then I started to think about the summer that Nick told me about. It was the summer after Matt's sophomore year. "Then one night we were drunk, you do that a lot in a frat, and we are in bed and I am fucking his ass. Then he's got his dick up my ass. Well, that happened a couple of times and then I told him that I didn't like getting fucked. He said he felt the same way. So we went back to sucking but then one night he asked me to fuck him. Pretty much after that we mostly sucked but once in a while I'd fuck him, but he didn't fuck me." "You don't like being fucked?" "It's my least favorite thing to do. I mean I'll do it, but I'd rather not." "So you're still into guys?" "Okay. That brings me back to my question. That's my confusion. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I hope I didn't piss you off." "No, it's okay. It helps to know where you are coming from." "I don't think I've ever felt romantic about a guy. I don't think I've ever obsessed about a guy, but I've noticed hot guys and thought about having sex with them. But with woman it's different." "What about the sex?" "Well, I like sex with guys. I like the way a man feels. I like the way a man kisses. I like sucking cock and the way a man sucks cock. And, it's kind of hot to fuck a hot guy. And, like I said, if he's hot I'll lift my legs for him. Sex with woman is different. With a guy it's sex and kind of animalistic and hot. With a woman it's more romantic, love making, playful, soft I guess." "Well, it's all that, animalistic and hot and romantic and loving and playful and soft with Bill, my cousin." "So, and I don't mean this in a weird way, I am confused, am I bisexual or straight? I know I'm not gay. But am I straight?" "You know I had a similar conversation with my cousin. He sort of defined himself something like you do in terms of guys generally. But with me he felt differently. With me he felt the romantic stuff and the soft stuff." "So, he loves you, too," he said. I nodded. "That's cool." "Why all this concern? I mean, why not just go with it?" "I think it's fucking up my relationships. It was pretty good between Linda and me. We were together for almost four years, but I couldn't go the extra step." "What happened to your frat buddy?" He nodded. "We kept it up even after Linda and I moved in together. We stopped the fucking but kept sucking each other. I mean it slowed down for a while. But after Linda and I were together for about a year it started up pretty regularly again." "How regular?" "Once a week, sometimes more. Then we graduated. He and his girlfriend got married and it cooled off for a time again. Then they moved, he got a job, so then it was a lot more difficult. Then it stopped." "So that's been it?" "Damn, as I am telling you all this I'm sounding like a pig, even to me." I looked at him. "This guy at work, he and I started to play tennis on weekends; I was pretty sure he was gay, and I was picking up that he might be attracted to me. Fuck, that's what I mean; that's what I do. I didn't know if he was attracted to me or not, but I thought he was attractive and I guess, fuck, no, I know I wanted him to want me. So, I made the extra effort to be his friend. This is so bad. He's a great guy. We had a business trip to New York City. We each had our own room. Anyway, that night I asked him to hang out; he told me he was going out, to some bar he heard about. I told him I'd go with him. He told me it was a gay bar. He had told me before that he was gay. I said that was cool with me, so we went. The next thing we are back at the hotel sucking each other." I looked at him again. "That's it. It's still going on though. Recently, we had a talk. Like I said, I don't usually talk about this stuff, or haven't. I've always told him that I am straight, but enjoy any kind of sex. He said that he didn't think I was at all straight. I mean I don't feel romantic or emotionally in love with him. But I really do like him. I love hanging around with him. But, I don't feel like I do with woman." "It seems like only you know if you are straight or not. I mean, unless you are lying to yourself. I'm curious; I mean it sounds like you've been with more guys than woman." "No. I was fucking girls like crazy my freshman and sophomore year. That goes with the frat I was in." "But when you were with Linda, did you hook up with any other woman?" "No," he answered. I nodded. "I sound like a real pig, don't I?" "Do you feel affection for him?" He looked at me like I he didn't know what I was talking about. "Do you want to touch him, you know, not leading to sex. Do you want to sleep with him?" "No, I don't think it occurs to me to want to touch him. I've slept with him, you know, he's stayed over recently, after we've had sex." "Yeah, but if you didn't have sex, would you want to be sleeping with him; like cuddling with him? "That's never happened. I can't remember ever thinking I wanted to sleep with him." "Have you ever said anything about any of this to Nick?" "No. He and I never talk about ourselves to each other. Or, we never confide in each other. He's so straight and rigid. My brother the list maker." "What do you mean?" "My parents really fucked with his head. He always seemed nervous or anxious. He'd have to make lists so he'd keep things under his control. If he didn't have his list he'd panic. Cory used to say that he thought Nick had on his list, when and where to jerk off. I told Cory that I didn't think Nick jerked off." I kind of chuckled to myself, "Well, he still keeps lists, but he's not rigid," I said checking my watch. We were running at an eight and half minute pace. He seemed to be doing okay. "I am surprised or was surprised when he told me that you are bisexual and he's living with you. I guess I don't know him. I would have thought he couldn't handle anything like a bisexual friend." "He handles it," I said and then wished I hadn't. It sounded sexual. He looked at me as we ran. He looked again. "Damn, good for him. Damn, I never thought he had it in him. Damn. With you?" "You should talk to him about this." My head was spinning, again. Maybe it was a rationalization or maybe I was getting back at him for telling Matt about me and Bill, or maybe I was remembering his desire to hook up with Matt, but for whatever the reason, I went for it. "Damn," he said. I can't talk to him about this. We just don't do that. Damn. I would have never thought it of him." "You sure of that?" "What do you mean?" he asked, looking at me. "What was going on the summer you came home, when you worked at Home Depot? I think it was after your sophomore year." He glanced over at me, again. "You were sharing a room. You used to sit on his bed naked and smoke dope." "I remember the summer. You are tough. Yeah, I remember sitting on his bed smoking weed." "If you don't want to talk about this, it's cool." "No. Really, go ahead," he said. "I think he thinks, and I think after hearing the story, and now after hearing about you and your cousins sucking each other and you, that maybe you were open to, I'll put it like Nick might put it, a little kinky sex with your brother." We kept jogging. He didn't say anything. I realized I just did to him what he did to me; put him in a very uncomfortable place. "Matt, if Bill were my brother I'd still be sucking his dick. So, I'm not coming from a judgmental place. And, like you said, you're trying not to hide things anymore," I said and laughed and poked at him. He glanced over at me. "No, I got it. I'm just remembering and I'm a little surprised that he knew it." "No, I don't think he knew it at the time. I mean, I don't think he understood that you were open to playing with him, or maybe even trying to make him interested in playing with you. What he realized was that he wanted to have sex with you. He didn't think you wanted to have sex with him." "No way. Nick; my little uptight, repressed, religious brother." "Yes, Nick, who isn't so uptight or repressed and he's not religious anymore." "Yeah I know about that, but damn. He told you all that?" I nodded. "So, you guys play?" "Mostly jerk off, and jerk each other off, but yeah we've done a little more; no anal sex." He glanced at me. "But, it's on his list of things to do." "He's got a sex list?" he asked, smiling at me. "I guess some things never change. So, what do you think about him being open to it with you?" "I was too afraid to be more direct with him. I was sure he'd go to my parents and I'd be out of the house. I wish I knew," he said smiling. "It would have been different." We both kept jogging, and then he said, "You said that, he is open to it, or was open to it?" I looked at him and shook my head. "You said that you were open to it that summer." He nodded. "So, did your curiosity end that summer?" He nodded. "That's fair." He looked at me, "I'd be open to it if he were." "Truth telling," I said. He laughed. "You are tough and you are clearly his good friend. Yeah, I'd be into it, like I was then." "My guess is that if you started something with him, he'd be on you like peanut butter on jelly." "Fuck. I was hoping to have some fun with you, but I never thought about my brother. Damn. That's kind of kinky, isn't it?" I laughed. "Me?" "Sorry. Yeah. When he told me you were bi I thought maybe if there was an attraction on both our parts. When I saw you I was sold. I thought this talk was leading to us hooking up, as you say, not to me and my brother. Damn." He glanced at me, again. "You're not offended are you?" "No. Not at all; but I think it would get a little sticky, me getting between you and Nick, sort of speak." Again, we jogged in silence. Our six mile run was almost over. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. "I thought for a minute that you might be kidding me, but then I realized you weren't. It's just hard to take in. Then I was thinking, how the fuck am I going to get this to happen." "Yeah, that could be interesting." "I could just tell him that you told me." "That's no fun." "What then?" "Blow his mind, sort of speak," I said, poking him. He smiled. "Do something to blow his mind. I asked him if he was going to try to seduce you. He said he was going to wait until Friday night, so that if you said no, you'd be leaving the next day and the two of you wouldn't be feeling awkward around each other over thanksgiving dinner." He laughed. "I really think you've got to just do something." "Like what?" I thought for a while and then laughed. "Well, one thing you could do is just take your pants and underwear off, I mean when you and he are alone, and start jerking off." "No way." "No, let me explain. I told you that he and I have been jerking off together." He nodded. "He does that. We'll be watching a game on TV and he'll just take his clothes off and jerk off sitting there on the sofa." "This is my brother, Nick, you are talking about?" "Yeah," I said and laughed. He shook his head. "Or you could take your hand squeeze his package and say something like, `nice basket'. Or you could unzip take his hand and put it inside your underwear and tell him that you need some help with that; that being your hard on." "You think he'd go for that." "I know he would. The kinkier the better." We got back to the apartment. "You're serious about that?" "Trust me," I said. "Damn, did we do six miles?" "Yes, and at an eight and a half minute pace." "Damn, and part of that was with a semi hard on," he said laughing. "You want to see?" he asked as we entered my apartment. I looked at him. He was serious. "I don't know. I mean, well maybe, yeah sure, why not." I can't believe how weak I am. He kicked off his shoes and took off his socks. I slowly took off my shoes. He pulled off his wet tee shirt and then pulled down his shorts and jock. His hard dick popped straight up. "You and Nick are a lot a like," I said smiling. "Well, then he's got one nice dick, don't you think?" It was nice. It was about 7 inches long, thick, nicely shaped with a nicely shaped head. It pointed toward the ceiling at about a 45 degree angle. His balls were shaved and his pubes were long but nicely trimmed. "Yeah, he does have a nice dick." I took off my tee shirt. He stood there rubbing his dick as he watched me undress. I decided on a little drama, so I sat down on the bed and pulled my shorts and jock down. The head of my hard on stuck up but then I bent down and took off my socks, and kicked off my shorts and jock. Then I stood up. His eyes followed my crotch as I stood up. I turned sideways a bit, he kept staring. "Damn, how big is," "It's not a thing," I interrupted. He looked at me and then back at my dick. "It's part of me. I'm about 8.5 inches, I guess." "Damn," he said. He moved toward me. "Yeah, you can touch it. But, let's jump in the shower. But only if we're going to just jerk each other off. I'll leave the rest to you and Nick." "You have yourself a deal, for this time," he said, walking toward the shower. I laughed and followed him. We turned on the shower and rinsed off. We faced each other and began to rub soap over each other's dick. We were forehead to forehead staring down at the other's dick as we stroked each other. I ran my hand over his chest and then down to his balls as I kept stroking him. He was slowly massaging my dick. Then he reached around and began to play with my ass. "Slow down," he said, "or I'm going to cum." I did. His chest was nice, strong. His arms were nice. They were more muscular than they looked. "You've got a great dick," he whispered in my ear. While I jerked him I ran my hand around to his ass. "Does Bill take you up his ass?" I nodded. "All of it, I mean, all of your dick?" I nodded, again. "Fuck. How big is he?" "About your size, maybe not as thick," I said. "You can take all of him?" I nodded. "Nice." He kept playing with my dick, I kept stroking him. He was breathing hard. "Maybe some day," he moaned as I began to pick up my stroking pace. "It would be a challenge, but I'd be up for you fucking me, and me fucking you." I kept stroking. He was ready. "Yeah, maybe some day," I said. He was pushed against the back wall of the shower. He stopped playing with my dick. I had his balls cupped in one hand and I was soap stroking his dick with the other. He was holding onto my shoulders. His first shot seemed to ooze out of his dick, the second jumped up at me and landed on my neck. He let out a loud grunt, his hips arched forward as more cum shot out of his dick. His cum was mostly clear liquid, but it was spraying now. I kept him aimed at my chest. With each shot he tightened his abs. They were nice, too. When he stopped cumming I let go of his dick, but kept his balls in my hand. His head was resting on my shoulder. He was breathing hard. "Fuck, that was nice," he said. Then he kissed my neck. We made eye contact, he smiled at me. I turned and washed his cum off my chest. I was still hard. "Come here," he said, pulling me back toward him. He pressed me against him, my back against his chest. Damn, he's strong, I thought. He wrapped his left arm around my chest and then reached his right hand in front of me and grabbed my dick. His face was pressed against mine, as he glanced down at his hand stroking my dick. I reached around and took hold of his hips. It felt nice to be held by someone so strong, and the sensation of his hand slowly moving over my dick head was intense. "You feel good," he said. "Lean into me, I've got you," he said. He began to rub his thumb over my right nipple. I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I know, you like that," he whispered. I felt myself relax, or maybe I just decided to let him do what he wanted to do to me. "You've got a beautiful dick," he said, giving it a hard squeeze. He began to run his teeth over my neck and then started to take small bites. Again, I took a deep breath. "I know," he said. My eyes were closed. I was now standing on his feet; he was leaning against the shower wall. He seemed to have lifted me and moved me as close against him as I could be. I could feel his dick pressing against my butt. He then started pinching my nipple as he began to stroke my dick harder. "Oh fuck, Matt," I said. My knees were getting weak. He stroked me faster and pinched and bit and held me tight. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," I grunted. "I know," he whispered. I let out a groan that echoed over the noise of the shower. I began to cum. "Oh yeah, Jeff. Fuck, look at that load. Yeah, shoot that load." My legs shook, he held me tight and kept stroking me. I couldn't believe the amount of noise coming out of me. His hand felt so strong on my dick. When I stopped cumming he kept stroking me. I took his hand, "You've got to stop, please." He did. Then he started kissing my neck again. "You are so hot," he said, with now both his arms wrapped around my chest. I felt myself going limp. Not my dick, but my entire body. He let me go, then turned me around and pulled me into him. We hugged. "You're not straight, Matt," I said, and laughed. He laughed, too. We showered, washing each other's body. "You have to blow Nick's mind," I said. "That won't be hard," he said. "Tonight; I'll figure something. I'm going to figure out how to play with his head a little. You play along, okay." "What are you going to do?" "I don't know, but just play along. Let's get him a little nuts," he said. "Okay, but you are going to go for it, right?" "Yeah. If he's half as much fun as you, which I doubt, it will be hot." "He's new to all this, so," "No, I understand. It's cool. It's pretty kinky, too." We dried off. He went into the living room and turned on the TV. I told him that I had writing to do, so I sat down at the computer and continued working on this story. Later, Nick called. He said he was leaving work and would be home soon. He wanted to know if we need anything. I told Matt we should start stuff for dinner. It was almost seven o'clock. We were having chicken stir fry, rice, and salad. Matt told me his game plan and then said, "Just play along." I nodded. When Nick got home the rice was done. Matt was cutting veggies and I was cutting up the chicken. Nick was to make the salad. Both Matt and I were in tee shirts, sweat pants (I gave Matt a pair of Nick's to wear) and socks. We told Nick to get comfortable and then make the salad. When he came back into the kitchen he had a pair of sweats on and a tee shirt. We talked about our run, about shopping. He told us about something that happened at work. Then Matt said, "So, Nick, you're running steps?" "Yeah, it's Jeff's thing. But, I enjoy it." "It shows," Matt said. I said, "What do you mean?" Matt said, "I noticed his ass last night, when he gave me his pillow." Then Matt said, "Look," he pointed to Nick's ass. "Look at how nice his ass looks in those sweats. When he was I high school he had this small little butt." Nick turned and looked at Matt with a surprised look on his face. "What's with you?" Nick asked Matt. "He's right," I said. "Damn, Nick, I hadn't noticed, but yeah, your ass is starting to look really nice." I looked at Nick and kind of shrugged like I was confused by Matt. Matt walked over to Nick and turned him around and said, "Look at how nice that looks." Then he grabbed Nick's ass cheek and squeezed. Nick pushed his hand away and laughed but still looked surprised. "Damn, that's one tight ass." Then he said, "Look, mine isn't that tight." He turned around and we both looked and then he pulled his sweats down. He took Nick's hand and said, "Feel it." Nick reached out and squeezed Matt's butt cheek. I said, "Can I feel it?" "I guess," he said. "Yeah, go ahead, but don't enjoy it." Nick dropped his mouth open and stared at me. Then Matt pulled up his sweats and then said he had to pee. He went to the bathroom. Nick looked at me and said, "What the fuck is with him. I think he must be on crack. Was he weird when you were running?" "No, not at all. He talked a lot about his break up. He really took it bad, real bad. I think he must have gotten depressed, but he was cool. I think he's just trying to make conversation." "Oh, okay. Damn, he must be still upset. They were almost getting married, I think," he said, understandingly. I tried not to laugh. Matt returned and finished chopping veggies and as I started the stir fry, I said, "Anyone want a beer?" "Yeah, sure, I'd love one," Matt said. The three of us finished a beer while we prepared dinner. Then we opened another to have with dinner. As we dished things up, Matt walked up behind Nick, who had two plates in his hands, and said, "It's really good to see you, bro," as he hugged him from behind; Matt's chest to Nick's back. "It's good to see you, too," Nick said. I said, "You guys are so sweet." Then I noticed the expression on Nick's face change. He looked startled. Nick and I brought stuff to the table and then Nick whispered to me, "He has a hard on." "What?" I asked. "When he hugged me; he pushed into me and he had a hard on." I said, "No way. You're nuts." Matt walked to the table and pulled out his chair. His dick created a tent in his sweats. He sat down. Nick walked back into the kitchen to get the salad dressing. Matt smiled at me and winked. I smiled back. Then I went into the kitchen. "Did you see?" Nick insisted. "See what?" "You didn't notice the bulge in his sweats?" "Nick, like I am going to be looking at his crotch. No more beer for you." I said. "How could you miss that?" "I didn't see anything," I said, as I walked back to the table. We sat down to eat dinner. Matt then reached across the table toward me and toward Nick. Nick looked at him. Matt said, "Let's join hands." I looked at Nick and then shrugged. Then I took Matt's hand. I reached for Nick's hand, so did Matt. Nick joined hands with us. Matt bowed his head. Nick's eyes were wide. I looked at Nick again and shrugged. Nick looked at me and shook his head. When Matt was done, Nick said, "What's going on?" "What do you mean?" Nick said, "The praying. What's with that?" "Oh, I thought maybe Jeff told you." Nick looked at me and I shrugged. "He and I talked about it on our run." "Talked about what?" Nick asked. "I'm in the process of going through a conversion." "Yeah, right," Nick said, shaking his head. "Cut the bullshit." I said, "Cool it Nick. He's serious." "Yeah, right," Nick said. Nick turned and said to Matt, "No way, you hated all that stuff when we were growing up. You always made fun of me because I'd go to church with mom and dad. You always said it was bullshit." "That's why I came to visit you. I came to tell you that I was wrong and that I feel very guilty for how I treated you then, and the opportunities that I missed to join together with you and enjoy you the way you wished I would. Instead, I kept my distance, even worse I locked you out." I listened to him and rolled my eyes. Enjoy you the way you wished, I thought and laughed to myself. "Are you serious?" I said, "Nick, your brother was hurting badly after Linda left him. A friend of his from work has helped him find his way." Nick looked at me and then at Matt. Matt said to me, "I told you he wouldn't take it very well." "Just give him time," I said. "He made friends with this guy on a business trip to New York. They got to be pretty close. Then Linda left and your brother was very lonely and depressed. This friend reached out to Matt and gave him the companionship he needed, sort of speak. Then he started talking to him about conversion. It really confused Matt a lot. He's struggling with who he is, where he stands in the scheme of things." I was having a really hard time not smiling. Nick just shook his head. He looked back at Matt. "Why didn't you call me? I would have been happy to be there for you." "So, Matt talked to me today about all of this. He is confused. He wanted to get some feedback. He's feeling caught in the middle." "There is no middle," Nick said to me. "You are either born again like mom and dad, or you are not into it," he said to Matt Matt said, "I don't know. I talked to Jeff about it and he said I'm definitely not on one side or the other." I nodded. Nick just shook his head and said. "Matt, look, remember how rigid and judgmental Mom and Dad were after their conversion. Remember how they were like so off the wall after that. Do you really think you can live your life that rigid that repressed?" "I'm starting to feel better now than I have in years. I want to clean up my life. Stop all the lying, the hiding, the drugs, maybe even the booze," he said, looking at the beer. "I want my life to be more like yours," he said looking into Nick's eyes. "You don't know anything about my life." Nick was sounding frustrated. "You don't know anything about me. I am not the repressed virgin you knew when I was in high school," Nick said. He then looked at me and said, "Didn't you tell him that I'm not like that." I said, "Me? I wouldn't talk about you to your brother. I mean, you're my best friend; I wouldn't talk behind your back." It was so hard not to laugh. I had to keep from looking at Matt. If you want your brother to know you, then that's for you to do." Both Matt and I were eating out dinner, but Nick just sat there with his fork in his hand. Matt said, "I can't believe you are all that different than you were when we were living at home. You should eat, your stir fry is getting cold." Nick looked at his food when I said, "Nick tell him about your lists. That will give him an idea of what you are like now." Nick stared at me with wide eyes. I was trying so hard not to laugh. I put my beer to my mouth so he wouldn't see me smile. "See, you aren't all that different. Half your days at home were spent making lists." "I am not like that. My life is different. I'm not a virgin anymore. I've had sex with a dozen girls or more. I love sex. I am very different," Nick said. "He is very different," I said to Matt. "He really isn't a virgin anymore. He even loves oral sex. I can attest to that." Nick and Matt looked at me. "He tells me about it all the time. He's getting so kinky, he's this close," I said, holding my hands up and holding my fingers about eight or nine inches apart, "to having anal sex." Both Nick and Matt still started at me. "With his girlfriend; he's told me that." Nick gave me a nasty look. "Oral and anal sex; damn, maybe you have changed." Nick kept staring at me. Then he turned toward Matt and said, "Matt, look, you went through a tough time. You lost someone you loved and you felt lonely and depressed. If I had known it was that bad, I would have called you. I would have been there for you. I mean I knew you were upset when you came home this summer, but I didn't know you were thinking of conversion. Why did you talk to Matt about this and not me?" Nick seemed annoyed with both of us. Matt answered, "It just came up when we got back from our run." I smiled and shook my head and kept eating. "One thing led to another and the next thing we are into it. Besides, Jeff seemed like he could handle it. I think he even enjoyed it. Did you?" he asked me. "Yeah, it was interesting." "So, you don't think I can handle it? I mean I don't know if I'd enjoy it or not, but damn it Matt, I can handle anything you can dish out. I'm not a kid anymore." I said, "He's right, Matt. I really do think he can handle it. I know he'd enjoy it, too. He's a philosophy major, he's widen his experiences, opened himself up to many new things." Nick looked at me and then back to Matt and nodded. "I am sure he can handle it. You really should open yourself up to him." "I guess you're right," Matt said. I said, "After dinner, I've got reading to do. I'll leave you guys alone after we clean up, and you guys can get into it." Matt said, "That sounds good to me. You up for that, Nick?" he asked. "Yes," Nick answered. "Matt, I am your brother. I know we've never been close. I want to be. I always wanted to be close to you, but I never knew how." We both looked at Nick, I was sure he was going to start crying. Nick began to eat his dinner. Matt and I were almost finished. Matt looked at me and smiled. I shook my head and smiled at him. Matt said, "It's my fault too, Nick. I wanted to be closer to you, too. I thought about reaching out to you, but I was too afraid. I think it was all that religious stuff you were into." "See. See what that stuff does. So, we both missed the chance. We can start to be closer to each other now. That's why I invited you here for thanksgiving." "Okay. I'm up for this," Matt said. Then he said, "So, why are you breaking up with this girl? She sounds real kinky, could be fun." Nick just shrugged. I asked Matt, "Have you ever been into anal sex?" Nick turned and looked at me. I looked at him and shrugged. "I'm just making conversation." Matt laughed. "Yeah, when I was in college I gave it a try." "Was that before Linda, or was she into it?" Nick jumped in, "What's with you two?" he said, looking at me. I said to Nick, "On our run, we got pretty personal. Matt seemed pretty open." Matt said to Nick, "No, it's cool. I don't mind talking about it. We're cool. No Linda was never into it. She was too tight assed when it came to sex." I laughed. "Oh, I didn't mean it that way." Nick said, "Look, you guys might be fine with this, but I'm not. So, let's change the subject." I said, "You're right Matt, he's still tight assed, but I am going to take care of that for him," I said, putting my hand on Nick's arm. Nick gave me that `you are such as asshole' look. Then he said, "So, Matt, have you talked to Mom and Dad lately?" Both Matt and I stopped our playing. We finished our dinner and then the three of us cleaned up the kitchen. When Matt went to throw out the trash Nick said to me. "What the fuck were you two talking about?" "Pretty much what we said." "I could have punched your lights out," he whispered. "Why?" "I am this close to anal sex," he said, mimicking my hand movements. "I am a tight ass and you are going to take care of that for me. I love oral sex. Are you nuts?" "You told him that I am bisexual?" "He told you that?" "Yeah, and he told me that you told him that my cousin Bill is my boyfriend." "Fuck. Jeff, I'm sorry. Fuck. It was weird. I mean we never talk to each other. He was asking questions. I just, fuck, Jeff, I'm sorry. Fuck. I shouldn't have said anything. Are you angry?" "I was, but I'm not now. When did you figure out it was Bill?" "You told me." "No, I didn't." "Well, you didn't tell me, but one time when you were telling me about where you were going and where I could reach you if I had to, you said, this is where Bill and I are staying, yada yada yada. It just all made sense to me then. Fuck, I shouldn't have told Matt. I haven't told anyone else. I am so sorry. But you should have known that it would be fine with me." Then he whispered, "I told you that I had a crush on Matt and would have had sex with him. And, he's my brother, not my cousin. I was waiting for you to tell me, but you didn't. I felt bad." "Yeah, but you didn't have sex with your brother. Would you still?" "Yeah, right; you heard him. He's thinking about converting. I can't believe he's going to do that." "You'd better go for it now, before he goes all the way." "Yeah, right, I don't think so." "You know you want to," I said. "Besides, he seems cool." "I don't know. I still thinks he can be an asshole." "But this might be your last chance to check that off your list." "I'll see what he has to say tonight. But, I'm not going to try anything until Friday night, for sure." "I hear him," I said. Matt came back in and asked if we wanted another beer. I said no, that I had reading to do. Nick took one and so did Matt. We were done with the dishes; I excused myself and went to my room. It was almost ten o'clock. I closed the door, got naked, grabbed my book and got into bed. About five minutes later Matt came into my room. I heard Nick opening the sofa bed. "Have you said anything?" He shook his head, no. He grabbed the extra pillow on Nick's bed. He turned toward me and said, "Turn off your light." "Why?" "I'll leave your door open a little." He walked to the door and closed it most of the way while still standing in my room. "Come here." I got up and walked to the door. He moved me in front of him. "I'll sit over there," he whispered, pointing to the half of the sofa bed that was in view of my bedroom. Then he reached and grabbed my dick which was getting hard. He opened the door, walked to the living room. I close the door most of the way, and remained standing and peaking into the living room. My heart was pounding. My hand was wrapped around my dick. Damn, I thought, this is so wrong, rude, Nick would say. Okay, so that means that it's okay to do. I can tell him later and he can have two things to put on his super kink list: I had sex with my brother and some one watched me having sex with my brother. He'll thank me, I was sure. Nick opened the bed. Matt threw the pillow onto the bed. Nick bent over the bed pulling at the sheets and blanket, straightening them out. Matt was standing behind him. Then Matt pushed Nick on the bed and jumped on him and started to tickle him. Nick started to curl up into a ball and laugh. "No, Please Matt. You know I hate this," he pleaded. Matt put him in a head lock and wrapped his legs around him, holding Nick in place. Nick's back pressed into Matt's chest. I had a perfect view. I had to stop from laughing, watching Matt poke Nick in the ribs and watch Nick squirm and plead. "You love it," Matt said and laughed. Nick continued to laugh. "No more, please Matt, no more. I'll throw up if you don't stop." Matt tickled him again and whispered something in his ear. "Okay, okay, uncle; UNCLE." Matt whispered something else. "Yes, I'll do whatever you want. I promise, but please stop." "Okay. I'll stop, but you can't move. You just have to lay still. Promise?" "Why what are you going to do?" Matt began to tickle him again. "Fuck, okay. Okay. I'll lay still. I promise. Just don't tickle me anymore. Please." Matt said, "Okay. But if you move or say a word, I'm going to tickle you until you do throw up." Nick laughed. "I can't believe you're doing this to me." He started to laugh hard. Matt held him. "You are moving," Matt said. "Okay. Okay. Sorry. Give me a minute." Nick took a deep breath. "Okay. But what are you going to do to me?" Matt put his hand on Nick's side to tickle him again. Nick said, "Okay, sorry. I won't say a word." "If you move or say one word, you've had it. Don't answer me, just nod. Do you understand?" Nick nodded. Matt relaxed his arm around Nick's neck. He lifted Nick's tee shirt. Then he put his hand on Nick's side again as if he was going to tickle him again. Nick tensed, then relaxed. Then Matt said, "Pull your sweats down to your knees. Nick just laid there. Matt said, "You promised." Nick put his hand on his sweats and pulled them down. The expression on Nick's face was one of surprise. He laid there, Matt's put his hand on Nick's stomach, again. Nick wasn't at all hard. Matt began to move his hand down toward Nick's crotch, very slowly. It seemed like Nick was tensing up and then relaxing again. I don't know if he looked excited or scared, but his eyes were wide. Matt's hand moved further. Nick's dick started to move. Matt watched. Nick closed his eyes. Matt ran his hand over Nick's pubic hair, not touching Nick's dick. It continued to get hard. Then Matt, took his hand off of Nick, reached for his sweats and moved them off his hips. I couldn't see his dick, but I am sure he was hard. He pushed himself hard against Nick's ass. Nick's eyes opened. He instinctively moved his hand to reach for Matt's dick, but Matt said, "Don't move until I tell you to." Nick nodded and relaxed again. Nick's dick was now hard. Matt reach around, looking at Nick's dick, took it in his hand and began to move his fingers up and down. Nick seemed to tense and again relax. Matt pushed hard into Nick. Then Matt moved away from Nick, rolled Nick onto his back, and then got up. Nick laid there looking at Matt's dick, which was hard and pointing upward. Matt took off his tee shirt, pulled off his sweats and then pulled off Nick's sweats. Nick laid still. Matt lay down beside Nick; his shoulder level with Nicks hips. He ran his finger up and down Nick's chest and stomach. Nick tensed and relaxed again. Matt ran his fingers over Nick's dick and balls. "You have a beautiful cock," Matt said to Nick looking at him. "It's a lot like mine." Matt squeezed at Nick's cock head. There must have been pre-cum dripping. Matt wiped it off with his finger and then licked his finger clean. Nick watched every move Matt made. Matt started stroking Nick and then moved his face toward Nick's dick. He began to blow on Nick's dick. Then he moved toward it and then moved it over his lips. I saw Nick's feet curl. I couldn't believe the perfect view of all of this I had. I had to stop stroking or I was going to shot my load all over the door. Matt then stuck out his tongue and then ran it around the head of Nick's dick. Nick's hands went up toward Matt's head but then he lay down again. Then Matt took Nick into his mouth and started moving down the shaft more and more. Nick moaned, his legs tensed and then relaxed. Matt was working his dick hard, sucking, bobbing up and down, further and further. Then Matt opened wide and Nick's dick disappeared into Matt's mouth. I decided I could hold back much longer. I knew when Nick came I was going to bust a nut. My cock head was wet with my pre-cum. Nick's legs began to tense and relax over and over, again. His hands kept going for Matt's head but then down again. Then he gripped the sheets, his feet curled, his legs tensed and a groan came from deep inside him. He was thrusting upward into Matt's mouth, his hips almost coming off the bed. Matt held on, taking Nick's load in his mouth. I couldn't hold back any longer. I quickly moved trying to find something to cum in. I didn't want to miss anything. I saw my white sock on the floor and grabbed it. At first I tried to hold it so I could come on it, and then I remembered Nick saying he came IN his sock and wore it. I pulled the sock over my dick and started jerking again. Matt was still holding on to Nick's dick. He was licking the slit and still licking the shaft. Nick was twitching. Damn, I thought, I wanted to cum when Nick came. Matt moved up next to Nick. Matt said, "Nice load." Nick said, "That was wonderful." Matt still had his hand on Nick's dick; it still looked to be hard. "I've wanted that to happen for a long time." "I know," he said. "How?" "Jeff told me, on our run. I told him I wanted to do it to you. He told me you'd love it because it was kinky." Nick said, "I want to do it to you." Matt nodded, and then rolled over onto his back. Nick sat up. He looked at Matt's naked body and began to run his hands over his chest, his shoulders and arms. He leaned down and licked Matt's nipple. Matt put his hand on the back of Nick's head, and looked to be playing with his wavy hair. Matt's hand began to rub Nick's back and neck and Nick ran his tongue down to Matt's stomach. It looked very tender, in some strange way. I started jerking again. Nick took hold of Matt's dick. Matt must have had pre-cum. Nick licked his cock head. Matt seemed very relaxed. Nick took Matt's cock in his mouth and started sucking him. Matt played with his hair. I could hear Nick making sucking sounds, but soon I could hear Matt breathing hard and fast, with soft moans. Nick ran his fingers over Matt's balls and down toward his ass. Matt spread his legs. Nick stopped sucking Matt. He put his finger into his mouth, wetting it, and then he spit on it and moved to Matt's ass. Matt lifted up spreading his legs and then relaxed as he moaned. Nick went back to sucking him. I could see Nick's hand making small moves, pushing his finger into Matt's asshole. I was close, again. I was determined to get it right this time. My dick was buried in my sock, or was it Nick's, I wondered. I heard Matt say, "You're doing great, Nick, I'm almost there." Nick kept sucking him. "Kid, you don't have to take my load. You can just use your hand." Nick kept sucking, and from the sound of it, he was sucking hard. Then Matt groaned, "Oh fuck, bro." He almost seemed to lift off the bed. He's knees opened wider, his feet curled, he seemed to be sitting up on the bed and then down again, then he was stiff as a rail, his legs tense and straight. Nick was still sucking. I was jerking my dick, my hand wrapped around the sock, my dick buried in white cotton. The friction of the cloth was intense. As I began to nut, trying to be a quiet as I could my legs buckled. I was on my toes for some reason and then went forward into the door. Shot after shot exploded into my sock. I glanced up, into the living room and saw Nick holding onto Matt's dick. They were both looking toward the slightly ajar door. They both laughed. I said, "Sorry, I was trying to be discrete." They laughed again. "Night," I said, and close my door. I pulled the sock off my dick. I looked at it again. It was Nick's. Oh well, he can wear it tomorrow if he wants. I crawled into bed. I felt wonderful. That will have to go on my list, I thought. I've never seen two guys having sex with each other; other than in a porno movie. Wow, and two brothers. Now, that is kinky. Damn, fucking hot, I thought, but definitely kinky. I could see the light from the living room under my door go off. I lay there, wondering if Nick was going to sleep in there or not. Then my door opened. Nick came in. He picked up his pillow off his bed. He sat down on my bed. "Conversion," he said, and then started to tickle me. "You'd better not start with me," I said. "I can do you a lot worse than you can do me, now that I know how ticklish you are." He stopped. "It was funny, at dinner." "You watched it all?" "Yeah. I figured you'd be okay with it. Are you?" "Yeah. You could have come out there and watched, perv.," he said. I laughed. I reached between his legs. He didn't move at all or try to stop me. He was hard. He reached under the sheets and grabbed my soft dick and squeezed. Holding onto his dick, I said. "You guys aren't done." "You want to watch?" I laughed, "No, that's okay. Oh, by the way," I said. "I couldn't find anything to shoot my load into. I grabbed what I thought was my sock, but it was yours," I said and laughed. He grabbed at my dick and squeezed, then said, "Where is it?" I sat up, looked to the floor and pointed. He picked it up and then bent down and pulled it over his foot. "Oh wow, feels like a huge load," he said smiling at me. "Oh fuck, you are such a perv.," I said and laughed. He wrapped his hand around his sock covered foot and squeezed and rubbed the sock over his foot and toes and then pulled it off. He had this huge smile on his face. He pulled his foot up to his nose and took a deep breath and laughed. His dick was hard. I laughed and grabbed his dick. He turned and put his foot to my face to smell. I pushed it away and said, "Go suck your brother," and pushing him off my bed. He stood up, held his dick and said, "First I am going to feed him this." We both laughed, again. He left my room but left the door open. I got up and closed the door, or I'd be up listening to them and jerking off myself again. I thought about just joining them, but then I decided not to and just rolled over and thought about Bill and went to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, someone was in my bed with me, he was pressed against my back, with his arm over me. I felt a little anxious for a split second. I realized I didn't want it to be Matt. I opened my eyes, looked at the arm around me. It wasn't Matt. It was Nick. I turned my head and looked at him. "Sorry I woke you," he said. "It's only six-thirty, go back to sleep." I nodded, took his arm and pulled him closer to me. He moved so that his stomach was pressed against my back, his flaccid dick against my back. "You guys up all night?" I asked. "On and off," he said. "He just fell asleep, again," he said. I reached around and grabbed his dick and gently squeezed. "I think it's tired," he said. "How many times you get off?" I asked. "Three times, but the third time was just about 20 minutes ago," he said. I nodded. "How was it?" I asked. "It was really rude. I am glad I did it, but it's better with you." "How so?" He shrugged. "I have stuff to tell you, but not now. I want to just sleep. Can I stay here with you?" I nodded. He dropped his hand to my crotch and took hold of my dick and balls. He was about to move his hand away when I put my hand on top of his and held it in place. Then I let go of his hand, he held onto my basket. I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep. I hope you guys are enjoying this story. Again, I really didn't have time to proof this story as much as I would have liked to, so please forgive the typos, etc. For some reason it is a lot easier for me to catch the typos if I print it out. I thought about holding on to it and proofing it tomorrow night or Tuesday, but then I thought you'd rather suffer the typos and have it, rather than wait two or three more days. You can email me and yell at me for the typos. ImJeff0882@aol.com