Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2015 18:47:09 +0000 (UTC) From: JoshRJosh Subject: gay male incest A Brothers Love (2) part twelve Please do not read if you are not of legal age or if this material is illegal where you live. This story belongs to JoshR. Copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved. Nifty.org is a great site and it is FREE and run by a dedicated person who gives of his time and energy. Please DONATE. Oh yeah, and thank you for the kind emails. They are very much appreciated. A Brother's love (2) part Twelve On the way home we bought a very small Christmas tree. "I don't have anything to decorate it with," David said. "Let's not spend money on decorations. We can make stuff." "Make stuff?" We got back to his apartment and put away the groceries. He found a place for the tree. I went into the bedroom and undressed. When I came back out he looked at me and smiled and then went into the bedroom. He returned naked. I had put on the TV and sat on the sofa. I looked at him and said, "Do you like being naked?" "I do," he said, sitting beside me. "I'm just thinking that we're going to be at each other a lot." "Yeah, probably," I said putting my hand on his junk. We watched as his dick got hard. And as his cock firmed up, so did mine. I stroked his cock and then went down on him. He leaned back. I got on my knees in front of him and glanced up. I thought about the many times I fantasized about doing exactly this. I smiled. He smiled. I licked his cock head and took him as deep as I could into my mouth. He sighed loudly. I ran my tongue down the length of his cock to his scrotum. With my tongue I moved his balls in their sac and then took one into my mouth and closed my lips around it. Again he sighed. I tried to get his other testicle into my mouth but couldn't. I let the one I had slip from my mouth and then sucked in the other. Then back up to his cock and deep into my mouth. I rubbed his thighs and then sat back on my knees. "Where's the lube?" I said. "Now?" I nodded. "On my dresser." I returned lubing my ass. "Are you sure about this?" he said. "Okay, either say you don't want to do it or don't say anything." Silence. I squirted lube on his cock. "How do we do this?" he said as I spread the lube around. "Well, the way I did the dildo, to get used to it, was to sit on it. Then, well, whatever feels good." "Like I said," he said sounding excited, "I've never fucked without a condom. So, I don't know how long I'll last." I straddled his legs, grabbed his cock from behind. He scooted down, almost lying down. He watched as I pressed his cock head against my hole. I had my eyes locked on his face. He kept glancing up at me and then at his cock. I sat. I felt his dick pressing against my hole. I wanted him in me so badly but I knew I had to take it slowly. Relax, I said to myself. He kept glancing at his cock and then to my face. I pressed down further. I felt his dick press past my squinter. I was so turned on my cock felt harder than I could remember and I wasn't touching it. I knew if I did I'd come. Slowly I lowered myself onto him. "Fuck, you are so tight," he said. We maintained eye contact I began to gently move up and down on his cock. He sighed loudly. He began breathing rapidly and shallow. My erect cock was bouncing as I moved. He took hold of my cock and started stroking. "Don't," I said, "or I'll come." I took more and more of him into me. I was breathing hard. The sensation of being anally penetrated made my eyes roll in my head. I wondered if I could take all of him. I decided to find out. I pressed myself down and was flush against him. "Oh fuck, Josh," he moaned. My body tingled all over. We stared at each other. He touched my chest. I put my hands on his chest. Any time there was something up my ass, my fingers, the butt plug, the dildo, I imagined it was David's dick. Slowly I moved up and down. He watched his cock disappear into me. I was moving faster and harder and then stopped. "I want you on top of me," I said. I was about to get off him, but he grabbed my shoulders, half stood and spun us around. The next thing I knew I was on my back, my legs were wide apart and he was looking down at me. Without moving his body except his hips, he slowly thrust into me. "I'm good," I said. "Fuck me. Please fuck me," I moaned, staring into his eyes. He began slowly thrusting but thrusting deep into me. He went deep and then pulled almost all the way out and then thrust into me again. I moaned loudly with pleasure each time he pressed into me. My toes curled. It felt better than I had imagined and I loved that it was he inside of me. He looked magnificent. His shoulder muscles defined as he held himself in place. His pecs were firm and round and his abs were tight. He looked into my eyes and then down at his dick. He moaned. He put his face inches from mine. "You feel so good," he whispered. He was breathing hard. "Fuck me," I moaned. I touched my dick. I had a pool of precum on my stomach. He would glance down and watch as he thrust into me. Then he looked into my eyes. He thrust. He moaned. He lay down on top of me, wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in the nape of my neck. I wrapped my legs around him. "Fuck me." He was making quick short thrusts and breathing hard. He bit into my neck. I moaned. He licked my ear. I put my hand on his head and grabbed his hair. I was moaning each time he thrust. He thrust harder and harder. "Oh fuck, Josh." He kept thrusting. He moved his head and then bit down onto my shoulder and thrust fast and hard. He was grunting. "Yeah, fuck me," I called out. He pressed hard into me, shaking, grunting, and breathing fast and loudly. I felt like he could break me in half as he pressed into me and squeezed me with his arms and I loved it. He collapsed on top of me, almost wheezing with pleasure. I held him. "Fuck, Josh," he said. I had my legs locked around him holding him inside of me. His body was still climaxing. We held each other. He kept kissing my shoulder and neck. His breathing slowed. He put his hand between us and stroked my cock. "Let me give you head." "No, I want to come with your cock in me. Fuck me." "Let me jerk you off then." He took hold of my cock. "Where's the lube?" I said. It was on the floor beside us. I grabbed the bottle and wet his hand. He lay down on me with his cock still in me and squeezed my cock with his hand. I held him tight against me with my arms and legs. "Oh yeah, like that," I said. He slowly thrust into me and stroked my cock. I made little thrusts into his hand as his hand moved over my cock. Our bodies fell into a rhythm and I moaned and groaned loudly. He thrust, stroked, and licked my ear. Chills ran through me. My eyes rolled back, my toes curls, and I bit into his shoulder. My body quaked in his arms as streams of cum exploded from my dick. He held me. As I came off the high of my climax I started laughing. He looked at me and smiled and then laughed. I said, "I'll take that over French toast and bacon any day." He laughed and said, "You are just too funny." My cum was on my chest and stomach and dripping from him onto me. He moved. His cock pulled out of me. He scooted down and licked my chest. I put my hand to his junk. He was still hard. He licked up my cum. "I taste good, don't I?" I said. He smiled. He wiped his chest with his finger and put it to my mouth. I licked it. "Yup better than French toast and bacon," he said. He smiled, lay on me and held me. Silence. Neither of us moved for minutes. "Fuck," he said. "I haven't been that turned on in a very long time." I laughed. "I've never been that turned on." He looked at me. "I'm not asking if you're okay, but I am curious. What was it like? Does it hurt?" "No. not at all. I mean if it goes in fast it can, but if you go slowly at first it doesn't." And then I chuckled. "What?" "So, I think this has to be the first time I've ever done anything before you and had to explain it to you." He smiled. "Yeah, but I mean like actually getting fucked, doesn't it hurt?" "It made my toes curl. Remember when you put your finger up your butt to jerk off? Well it's like that only times ten. It's like feeling pressure, but it's a good feeling. I'm guessing it was good for you too." He laughed. "I'd definitely do it again." "And again." "And again and again." Silence. "Was it weird because we're brothers?" he asked. "No. I've thought about it for a long time. I mean I've fantasized about it over and over hoping we'd do this. Was it weird for you?" "No. Not weird. Maybe a little scary when I think about it." "How so?" "If people found out. I don't think they'd understand." "Yeah, I get that. Was it weird for you to fuck a guy? I mean it wasn't for me, but I'm gay. You're. What are you?" He chuckled. "Enjoying sex with you." He looked at me and said, "I'm moving more and more to the gay side of bisexual, I guess." "Is that scary for you?" "Yes and no. Look, I am what I am. Actually, I think I'm moving toward not thinking about labels anymore. I just like being comfortable with the person. And I don't give a shit what people say about me being with a guy." "What's the yes part?" Silence. "I guess it's confusing for me. Scary too." Silence. "I mean if you're straight it kind of defines the group of people you're drawn to. If you're gay it does the same. It's kind of exciting to think about being open to either guys or girls but." He sighed. "What?" "I think about or worry that I'll be with a girl, like in a relationship, married and I'll be thinking about missing having sex with a guy. It is different with a guy and now I'm going to get fucked." "We really don't have to do it." "I want to do it. And if it's not you, it will be someone else, but I'd rather it be you." "Okay, if I have to I will," I said. He poked me. " Then I think, okay, so if you miss sex with a guy, then be with a guy. Just have a boyfriend instead. But then I worry that I'll miss being with a woman. I mean women are different from men. Does that make any sense?" "Yeah." "Do you wonder what it would be like with a woman? I mean do you feel like you're missing out?" "No, not really. I wonder about it, but I don't miss it. So, that scares you?" "Yeah. I don't want to make a commitment to someone and cheat, but I don't want to also wish I could be with a guy or a girl depending on who I'm in a relationship." I smiled. "I think it's whom, with whom I'm in a relationship." "I know it is, cum breath, but who says whom." I laughed. He said, "But seriously, its kind of fun to think, well I can be attracted to a guy or a girl and then scary too. I mean right now its kind of exciting, but when I look at the future. I don't know." "It's scary for me too. How do you know who is gay? If I'm attracted to a guy will he figure it out and be happy or will he want to punch me out. If I tell straight people will they feel grossed out? They'll say oh okay, but they'll feel sick." "So you don't wish you weren't gay?" "Like in missing straight sex. No. I like being turned on by guys. Scared that people will hate me or that I'll never have anyone who loves me, like married people have. Yeah, sometimes." "You'll have someone. And would you want to be married to someone like either Mom or Dad." "Now that is gross." Silence. I started thinking about our parents. "Its weird." He was still lying on top of me. He lifted his head and looked down at me. "Weird?" "I've thought this and it's fucked up. Don't be angry at me." "Josh, stop this shit, please." "I was always so afraid that Dad would find out I was gay and throw me away and Mom would stand by and watch. I would be out in the world and alone. So then I would think that if they did, you'd say to them, fuck you and you'd leave with me and maybe we'd go and live with Grandma and Granddad. I mean I'd feel sick at night thinking about it happening and the only way I could not throw up was that I was sure you'd go too." "So what's weird about that? I would have." "After they threw you out," I sighed. "I felt really bad about not going with you. I felt like I should but I couldn't figure out how. Not right then. But then I stopped worrying about them throwing me out, because I knew I could stay with you. I guess it's mean to say this, but this bad thing that happened to you made it easier for me. I mean, I'd just come and find you. And sometimes I think that's so fucked up of me." "Josh, stop. It's not fucked up and there is no way you could have left with me. And here's the thing. I don't miss our mom and dad. I don't miss being at my house. I miss having a home I'd want to go to. I don't sit here wishing I could go to our house. I miss you and that's it. But sometimes I wish I had a safe place to go to. Sometimes, like Christmas, I just want to feel like I can go someplace." "David you could go to our grandparents' house." "I know. I know. I would have but then Dad wouldn't go with Mom and you and Sarah." "Fuck them." "I just couldn't do it to Granddad and Grandma. I know they love me second to you." He poked me. I laughed. I laughed again. "I wonder why they fuss over me so much?" "Like you don't love it." "I do. But why do they?" I told him what our grandfather said. "You know how I thought maybe you were gay. I think maybe they know like that too." I felt that pulse of anxiety. "Sometime you should tell them. I think it would go well for you." I held him. We lay wrapped in each other's arms for a while. `Wow, that was like such fantastically intense sex," he said. "Really intense and then we went to this intense place." "Sorry." He grabbed my balls and squeezed. "What?" "Josh, I like you. I love you. I miss you. I love having sex with you. I love talking to you. I talk to you about shit I never talk to with anyone. Anyone. It's like the best sex and the best talks. Stop with the sorry. Please. You know it almost hurts when you say that shit. It's like you're saying we shouldn't have talked." "No. I don't mean that. I really don't. I just don't want to ruin stuff." "Fuck, Josh, you've never ruin anything for me. I'm not Dad and I'm not Mom. And it bothers me that you don't get that." I stared at him. Then I chuckled. "What?" "So I like your hand on my balls. And I thought about saying I'm sorry for saying I'm sorry, but then I thought you're going to squeeze my balls again. But then I thought, that's cool. I love when you do that. So, I won't say I'm sorry for saying I'm sorry, but could you please," He started laughing and squeezed my balls. "You are too funny." We go up and got into the shower and soaped each other. We had dinner, clean up, grabbed a blanket and lay down on the sofa. He lay down against the back of the sofa. I lay in front of him, my back pressed against his front. He covered us with the blanket. He put his arm over me as we watched TV. He ran his hand up and down my chest and stomach. He fondled my cock and balls and then put his hand to my chest and pulled me tight against him. When we went to bed we lay in the dark. He said, "I'm really glad you're here." "Me too." "And I don't mean that because of the sex. I just miss you a lot. I feel like I'm connected to someone. I get that when we talk on the phone." "I really want to be here. We can hang out and study and do stuff. And I don't mean the sex either." "I know. You'll be here." "I hope so." He said, "Good night." He fell asleep. I lay awake feeling so sad about him feeling alone. I thought about my parents and decided again that I hated my father. I never really felt alone at home because what I felt was anger most of the time. Then I felt happy about all that happened that day. I listened to him breathing. When I remembered him saying he talked to me about things he had never talked to anyone else about I smiled. I liked being reminded that I was special to him too. Finally, I fell asleep. I woke in the middle of the night. I was lying on my back. He was sucking my cock. I sighed and put my hand on his head. He looked up at me. He said, "You woke me up. You were hard and thrusting against me and moaning. I thought I'd help you out." I chuckled. "Help me out, please." He gave me head. I tried to pull him up so that I could go down on him, but he pushed my hand aside and said, "Please let me do this for you." I held his head and began thrusting into his mouth. He moaned. He played with my balls. I lay back and surrendered to him as his words kept playing over and over in my head. Please let me do this for you. At that moment I thought there was no one more special to me in the world. Soon I was close. He got up, grabbed the lube, wet his fingers, put my cock in his mouth and pressed his fingers in my ass. I arched my back and moaned loudly, "Oh David." I lay, not moving as the pleasure of his fingers inside of me and the wetness of his mouth on my cock made my toes curl, my legs tense and my eyes roll in my head. I was in that place right before my climax, that shaky, floating, tension of pre orgasm. And then it hit. I grabbed the sheets. My body began to shake. My legs tensed and then shook. He massaged my prostate as I began shooting into his mouth. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I groaned. He took his fingers out of my ass but kept his mouth on my cock. Gently he licked and kissed my cock head. I squirmed in pleasure. Then I had to pull him off my cock. He rested his head on my stomach. I put my hands on his head and played with his hair. He moved and lay on top of me. We held each other in the dark. "I have to pee," I said. We both went to the bathroom and stood over the bowl. I watched him piss through his erection. He went to the kitchen to get something to drink. I stood in the darkness of the bedroom and wet my ass with lube. I got in bed and waited for him. When he climbed into bed, I lay on my side so that my back was toward him. He lay beside me. I leaned over and pulled him against me so that his stomach was to my back. He put his arm around me and held me tightly. I reached between us. He was semi hard. I stroked his cock with my wet hand. His cock responded. I moved my butt, lined him up and then pressed him into me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. He pushed his right arm under me and around my chest and held me tight against him. His dick was deep inside of me. Neither of us moved. He ran his hand over my chest and stomach. He held my hip with is left hand and began to fuck me. He was licking and biting the back of my neck and my shoulder as he thrust. I moaned with each thrust. He moaned. I did my best to steady myself, bracing for each thrust. He pulled almost completely out of me and then thrust deep into me. "Oh yeah," I moaned. He moved his hand to my junk, crabbed my balls with his fingers and wrapped his thumb around the base of my cock and held on, pressing me against him as he thrust into me. "Fuck me, David," I moaned. I grabbed his hip and rolled us so that I was lying face down on the mattress. He was on top of me. He put his arms under mine and grabbed my shoulders. He was thrust slowly, long, deep and hard. He was biting and licking. He moved his legs from being around mine to inside mine. Then he pushed my legs apart. He lifted his chest off me and thrust. I wanted all of him deep inside of me. I arched my back and held on. He was thrusting hard. "Yeah, fuck me." He thrust hard. The bed squeaked and moaned with the weight and power of his body. Then he collapsed on top of me. I felt smothered, over powered, at his mercy and I loved it. I felt his grip on me tightening. He bit down on my shoulder. He began thrusting faster. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room. His body shook. He was coming. He lay on me. He was breathing hard and fast. He kissed my shoulder, my neck, my back. I thought he was going to pull out of me. I reached around and put my hand on his buttocks. He relaxed on top of me. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved. He moved off of me and lay beside me. Soon I could hear that he was asleep. I got up, went to the bathroom, then the kitchen to get a drink. This isn't like with Jamie or Sean, I thought. I crawled over him, lay beside him and fell asleep. We had breakfast, showered and dressed. We talked, joked and decided what we'd do during the day. He wanted to go for a run. He said, "While you were asleep, I went on line and looked up cheap ways to decorate a tree. I guess they used to put popcorn on trees." "You thrown popcorn on a tree. How does it stay?" "No, you have to get a needle and thread and string through the popcorn. You can do cranberries with it." "What?" He showed me a video. "So where do we get a needle and thread from." "I don't know. We can try Walgreens." That night we watched TV, sitting on the floor and strung popcorn and cranberries. We thought that thread would break so we bought dental floss. He put a needle at one end and I put one at the other end. There was a sale at Walgreens on tree lights. We bought one box. It was a small tree. When the string of popcorn was done, we put on the lights and then the popcorn. He went to the kitchen and found aluminum foil and made what he said was a star. It did not look anything like a star. It looked like a crumpled piece of aluminum foil. We stood back and looked at one very sorry ass tree and laughed. That night in the bedroom with the lights on, he had me sit on his chest, look down at him and fuck his face. Then he fucked me with me on my back, legs in the air, him looking down at me. The next day he received a call. A friend of his, Matt, who was on the swim team and whose parents lived close to the college, was going to go to the pool and workout. He wanted to know if David wanted to join him. "We're going to meet Matt at the pool. They have open swim during the day for people in the community, but not during the time when the swim team practices. I didn't know they were doing it during the holidays." "Okay, sounds good. I didn't bring a suit." "I've got plenty." "You think I can fit this into one of yours," I said grabbing my junk. We were naked. Soon he had me on the floor, his legs wrapped around me and in a headlock. He tickled. He poked. He squeezed my nuts until I pleaded uncle. He released me and then turned and knelt over my head. He put his mouth on my cock. I put mine on his. We remained like that until I came in his mouth and then he came in mine. "Let's take my bike," he said as we walked out of his apartment. I sat on the crossbeam as he peddled and steered. He said into my ear, "So, Matt's a freshman on the team. He's a nice guy and pretty good, but I'm not sure he's better than you." "So." "He's not on scholarship or anything. His parents are pretty well off." "Okay." "So, how about the three of us race. We'll do a warm up, then a 100 meter backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly and freestyle." "Race?" "Yeah, the three of us. We'll rest in between." "Why?" "One, I want to see how much you've improved. Two, I want you to see how good you are against a freshman on the team and three." Silence. "Three?" "One point for third place, two for second and three for first." "We're keeping score?" "If you get eight points, I'll let you fuck me before you go home." I laughed. "But I get to decide when," he said. I laughed. "Eight points. So, I have to come in second at least." "Right." "What if I get nine or ten points?" He laughed. "If you get ten points you can fuck me two times before you leave." "Once tonight." "Okay, once tonight." I laughed and laughed and laughed. He'd chuckle and then I'd start laughing again. "You'd have to beat me twice," he said. "You think you can do that?" I laughed. "Who knows? It certainly is worth a try. You'd better swim like your life depends on it." "Maybe it does." We met Matt in the locker room. When he greeted us, he was in his boxer briefs and socks. He hugged David and shook my hand. We undressed and talked and put on Speedos. He was very attractive. Dark brown, almost black hair, grey eyes, white straight teeth, and nice lips. His body was smooth, but you could see that he shaved his arms and legs and pubes. He was leaner than me, not as tall, shorter maybe by an inch or two. His ass was round and firm, his balls were nice sized and his cock hung. "We're going to warm up and then race," David explained. Matt said to me, "David talks about you all the time. You've been swimming for years." "I was seven when David taught me, so I've been at it for ten years I guess." "Yeah, well, you're going to kick my ass. I never really swam until high school." "It's his idea to race," I said. "I'm fine with it. They say you can't get better unless you swim against people who are better than you." We went to the pool and warmed up. David got out of the pool and walked away. We kept swimming. When he came back he called us out of the pool. "This is Steve," he said. This man, who looked to be in his thirties put out his hand. I shook it. "He works here. He's going to call start and if it's close he decides." I smiled and nodded. "Freestyle first," David said. We stood on the side of the pool. Steve called start. Off we went. I had gotten much better at freestyle, but there was no way I was going to beat David. I did my best and came in second behind David. We swam around a bit. David was talking to Steve. I swam with Matt. We got out of the pool. David said, "Butterfly." "Ah, no," I said. "What are you doing? Backstroke last." He smiled and jumped in the pool. "Fine, backstroke." Steve called start. This was David's worst stroke and my best. I had to take a first here and I did. When I finished and Steve called me first, I looked at David and smiled. Matt swam up to me. "Damn that's great," he said. "What's your best stroke," I said. "Breaststroke." "Damn," I thought. We swam around for a while. David is good at the breaststroke too, I thought. This could be bad. We did the breaststroke and I came in third but by inches. David smiled at me. I had to take a second in the butterfly. "How's your butterfly," I asked Matt. "Okay. My worst stroke." Good, I thought. Of course, David won the butterfly. I took second. I smiled at him. I had my eight points. He looked at me and shook his head. I laughed. We got out of the pool. Steve said to me, "You're good. Really good. I've seen all your times the past two years and the improvement you've made. You're backstroke is very good, very good and so is your freestyle. But I can definitely help you take time off your breaststroke and your freestyle." He works here, I thought. Matt nudged me and said, "He's one of the coaches." He smiled. I looked at David. He said, "I think his butterfly could get much better too." "Yeah, there are a couple things I can work with you on your butterfly," Steve said to me. "I like that you're in such good shape." He pointed to my legs. "I think we can work to get you a stronger kick. I can see you've got a good stretch to your arms and shoulders, how are you with your legs and back?" I moved my feet about eighteen inches apart and then slowly bent forward. I grabbed my ankles and then put my head between my legs. "Good," Steve said. "This was an excellent idea," he said to David. To me he said, "Look we have all your times, your test scores and grades, you have excellent letters. You're coaches love you. I'd say that if you're interested in being here, we could make that happen." "Yes, sir," I said. "I'd love that." "Would you consider early acceptance. If you agree to that, then you are ours." "Well, I didn't do early acceptance because I have to be on scholarship or I can't do it." "I'll put you on early acceptance with provision of scholarship, but I wouldn't worry about that. Well, good to meet you Josh." "Sir, it was great to meet you." "I still want to meet with you next week. We'll talk about what I want you to do in the pool during the next nine months. I want you ready to go when you get here." "Yes, sir." He walked away. Tears welled up in my eyes. David smiled at me. Matt said, "Congratulations. Fuck, that's exciting." He put out his hand, "I'm Matt, your first friend here at UX, and we are going to be friends." I smiled. "Cool," I said and shook his hand. "Why didn't you tell me?" I said to David. "Too much pressure. And you don't do well under pressure. You'd be shitting yourself all the way over here." "But maybe I could have done better." Matt laughed. "Shit, dude. Really?" "Look, Josh," David said, "What he was looking for was whether or not you were as good as he thought. And he wanted to know if he thought you could get better, or if he thought he could help you get better" I nodded. "I guess. Fuck," I said. "Fuck, I can't believe this. So, I'm accepted. Do you think I'll get a scholarship?" "Yes," David said. We showered. Matt said, "You're going to live in the dorms, right?" "Yes," I said. "Great. I'm living there next year." He told me what dorm he was going to be living in so I could request that dorm. I said, "David said your parents live close by here." "Yeah, but I'd never live at home. Living in the dorms kind of sucks, but it's better than living at home. I mean my parents are great, really. But it's living at home. My junior year, I'm going to get an apartment like David has." The three of us went to lunch and talked about classes and football games and college life. I think for the first time I actually felt excited about being at college other than being away from my parents and possibly being near David. Now I was excited about what it would be like for me. We left Matt, but agreed to get together again before I went home. "I think he likes you," David said as we rode to his apartment. "He's nice. I like him. We could be friends." "He's gay. I meant he likes you in a gay way." "Gay way. Gays like people in a different way." "Asshole. I think he's attracted to you. I mean I know he is. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you and every time you looked at him his eyes got bright. And he kept complimenting you." "You're crazy," I said, feeling butterflies in my stomach. "Is he the guy you messed with?" "No. He's not here. You'll meet him next year. Did you find him attractive?" "Yes. Very." "I thought you would. I promise I won't say anything to him, but would you date him?" I thought for a moment. I felt tingly all over. "Yeah. I mean I'd want to get to know him." "You'll like him." He chuckled. "I think he'd love for you to fuck him." I laughed. "What?" he said. "I got eight points." He laughed. "I just felt my asshole tighten up." I laughed. Then I said, "You don't have to do it. Really?" He kept peddling. "Listen to me. You should already know this about me. I never do anything I don't want to do. And one way or another I figure out how to do things I do want to do. If I didn't want to have your dick up my ass I would have never made the bet." "Okay." "And I'd like you to be the same way." "I am. I mean I don't do anything that I don't want to do." "Yeah, but there are things you want to do that you don't ask for or make happen." I felt my stomach roil. I nodded. "It's scary." "And you don't think your dick up my ass is scary." We laughed. We were locking up his bike when his phone rang. "Hey, Matt," he said looking at me. He listened. "Wow, I really appreciate that, but I mean it's Christmas dinner and I'd hate to," He looked at me. "Hello Mrs. Patrona. Yes, I know, but." He listened staring at me. "You're sure. I mean we'd be fine. We're used to. Okay? Around eleven and come hungry. Thank you very much." "Hey Matt. Yeah, thank you. What can we bring?" He listened. "Text me your address. Yeah, I know hungry." He hung up. "What?" I said. "Ah, Matt told his mother we were alone for Christmas and she insisted we come for the day." "You know her?" "I've met her. Both his parents come to every swim meet. He's introduced me to them. They're nice." "Isn't it going to be weird. The five of us." "Patrona. They're an Italian family. She said they were going to be fourteen for dinner and two more won't make any difference." "Fourteen. That's sixteen with us. Where do you put that many people?" "Matt has an older married brother, an older sister who has a boyfriend and grandparents and cousins. His father is a doctor and they have a huge house." "You've seen it?" "Matt had a party for the swim team. It was nice." "Do you think his parents know he's gay?" I asked as we entered the apartment. "He didn't say, but I think they do. I mean he's out. He's involved in gay groups on campus. Stuff maybe you should get involved in when you get here." I smiled. "When I get here." He smiled. "Sounds good." "Do the guys on the team know he's gay?" "Yes. He's out to them too." "How is it? Are they weird about it?" "I'd say no except for maybe two guys. I mean they never say shit, but when he's around they seem to act differently. I really don't think most of the guys give a shit. They're all very friendly." "Do the coaches know?" "I'm sure they do, but who knows." He looked at me. "Josh, people are not like Mom and Dad. Most people are cool with it. And if they're not, they're not. Maybe if Obama gets elected president, things will get better." "Anything would be better than Bush." Matt called again. "We can take a taxi," David said. "God, I just hate putting you out like this. Okay." "He's picking us up at 11 Christmas morning." I went to the bedroom and undressed. I went back into the living room. He saw me naked and then went into the bedroom. I pulled a cushion off the sofa and put it on the floor. I stroked my cock, lay down on the cushion and flipped my legs over my head and put my feet against the sofa so I could steady myself. I heard him go into the bathroom and pee. By the time he came into the living room I was hard and had the head of my dick in my mouth. He walked in and stopped. I ignored him, like he had asked. I licked the head of my cock. He lay down beside me so he could watch. I licked my cock and then sucked as much of it as I could into my mouth. I very gently let it slide over my teeth and then sucked it back into my mouth. Neither of us said a word. I turned my head and spit into my hand. I wet my asshole. He moved and watched as I pressed one finger in my hole and then two. I licked and stroked my cock and fucked my butt hole with my fingers. I moaned. I didn't look at him, but I saw him moving around to get a better view of my butt hole and then my cock. I had done this before, but I had never let anyone watch me, other than to give my cock a quick lick at the creek. Having him watch me excited me. I pulled hard on my cock and pressed forward with my hips. I moved my cock over my lips, my nose, my forehead and eyes doing to myself what Jamie liked me to do to him. Back to my mouth and then back to my face. I stroked and moaned, thrusting my hips. I was breathing loudly, licking and sucking. I stuck out my tongue and then ran it over the underside of my cock, pressing it hard against my cock. I licked and sucked and ran my teeth gently over the head, which brought me close. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I stroked my cock and moved it over my tongue. With my finger still up my ass, I moaned loudly and started shooting cum onto my tongue. It rolled down my tongue. I closed my mouth and swallowed. As I did, cum hit my lips. I opened my mouth and took the rest of my load. I swallowed, licked my lips and then licked the head of my cock. I was breathing hard and running my cock over my lips and tongue. I squeezed the length of the shaft of my cock and another thick white bead of cum appeared. I licked it off. I lowered my feet to the floor and stretched out. I looked at David. He was masturbating hard. I watched. I wet my fingers and put my hand between his legs. He lifted his legs. I pressed my finger into his butt hole. He moaned loudly. I loved watching him. His body was smooth, tight, defined and he was so turned on his nipples were hard. I moved my finger around inside of him. "Oh yeah, like that," he groaned. I could feel his prostate firming up. I moved my finger over it. His eyes widened and he moaned. "Oh yeah," as the first stream of cum shot over his shoulder onto the rug. Another shot hit is face, the rest landed on his chest and stomach. I took my finger from his ass. I watched as his body kept climaxing as he kept slowly stroking. I put my hand on his cock. Then I leaned over him and put it in my mouth. He sighed. As he watched, I licked his stomach and chest clean. He smiled at me and laughed and said, "French toast?" I nodded. He smiled and pointed to the cum on his forehead and cheek. "Bacon." I smiled and licked his face. I thought about kissing him, but I didn't. He was right. I don't always do what I want. "Fuck, Josh, that was incredible. I've seen videos of guys doing that, but that was incredible." "I've never let anyone see me do that." He looked at me. "It's kind of felt embarrassing." "Did you not want to do it?" "No. For you it was fine. You could watch me do anything." He smiled. "Actually, I enjoyed it a lot more with you watching." He laughed. "So, you like to be watched." "Well, I like you watching." I hope you are enjoying my story JoshRJosh@yahoo.com