Date: Mon, 09 Aug 2004 16:14:08 -0400 From: T.K. Walters Subject: All For Him, Chapter Four Hello, before you read the chapter below, I wanted to give a few character profiles. I'll be adding on every now and then, probably whenever a major character comes into the picture. Today, the characters shown are Nick, Pete, and Jake. ********** CHARACTER PROFILES Name: Nick Atkinson Birthday: January 7 Astrological Sign: Capricorn Blood Type: O Favorite Color: Purple Birthstone: Garnet Starstone: Onyx Hobby: Listening to music Favorite Food: Tiramisu Least Favorite Food: Liver Favorite Subject: Business/Computer Classes Worst Subject: Math Has Trouble With: Insecurities Strong Point: Romantic -- Name: Pete Atkinson Birthday: August 18 Astrological Sign: Leo Blood Type: B Favorite Color: Gold Birthstone: Peridot Starstone: Ruby Hobby: Swimming Favorite Food: Risotto Least Favorite Food: Hotdogs Favorite Subject: Physical Education Worst Subject: Literature Has Trouble With: Monogamy Strong Point: Sex -- Name: Jake Collins Birthday: July 9 Astrological Sign: Cancer Blood Type: A Favorite Color: Silver Birthstone: Ruby Starstone: Pearl Hobby: Guitar/Music Favorite Food: Burgers/Deli meats Least Favorite Food: Milk Favorite Subject: Music Worst Subject: Math Has Trouble With: Keeping focus on anything Strong Point: Loyalty ********** ALL FOR HIM By MKP Chapter Four It wasn't until later on in the week that I was finally able to use the pool. Jake came over and saw that I was about to enter the water when he asked if he could join me. I had no problem with it, and he soon took off his shirt. This surprised me. Jake was always one to be shy, never revealing himself unless he needed to. He stood there in his cutoff khaki shorts and waited for me to go in first. I shrugged and dove into the deeper end of the pool (9 feet) head first. I opened my eyes underwater and saw a clear dive when Jake expertly cut through the water. It felt amazing; the nicely cool water under the hot sun. I remained underwater for a while, just taking in the feeling of the slick liquid surrounding my body and the feeling of weightlessness. I closed my eyes after a while and just let my arms float up and my mind settle. It was calming. Next thing I knew, Jake pulled me up to the surface. I took a deep breath and realized that my lungs were aching for oxygen. "What the hell?" Jake asked, concerned. After I caught my breath, I asked, "How long was I under there?" Jake raised an eyebrow and slowly said, "About three minutes. Damn, race me for a second. Come on." He gestured to the closest end of the pool and swam toward it. I did the same and we ended up out at the edge of the pool. This put Jake in a position where I could see him much more clearly. He was much more advanced in puberty than other guys in the class, even me. He already had a nice thick line on his treasure trail and his arms were covered with the same hair. I never noticed before but his face was also stubbly, and it was already the afternoon. He must've either shaved the night before and it grew out or he shaved earlier this morning and already had five o'clock shadow. His body was quite muscled and defined, but they did have a boyish quality about them. Our eyes connected and he said, "GO!" and jumped off the end into the water, achieving a head start since I was still stunned by him. Once I realized what was going on, I immediately tore through the water and used every muscle I could muster and swam. I didn't think about what was going on, I concentrated on one thing, the feel of the water as I felt it curve around me. I took a few breaths once in a while but just kept going straight. When my hand reached the end of the pool, I flipped over and swam to the other end. When I reached the starting line, I turned around and saw that Jake was still at the other end with a dumbfounded expression directed at me. He swam toward me and then said, "That's the fastest I've seen anyone swim. How the hell did you do that?" He had an excited tone in his voice. "You're so trying out for the swim team when we get to high school." "I don't think so," I refuted. "There's no way you could get me to go out for a team. Those guys are usually bitches." "I'm not, am I?" he asked. "Oh, you're shitting me," I laughed, "you're trying out for the swim team?! What happened? You hated those guys more than I did!" "I never hated them! Don't put words in my mouth. It's just, I thought it would be cool, you know? Lettering in swimming could be kinda cool. Your brother's on the swim team, is he a bitch?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, sometimes he could be a bitch." Jake did a double take and incredulously said, "Wait, am I hearing this right? YOU are talking bad about your BROTHER? What did he do? Not include you in something that you didn't want to do? Or, wait, he gave you a drink when you wanted one. No, no! I got one, he stopped driving you to places because you didn't like the type of car he has and he'll buy another one just to drive you around." "Don't get persnickety with me! It's not that, but yeah, he can be a bitch. Seriously, you really want to go out for the swim team?" Jake nodded and climbed out of the water and sat on the edge, his calves deep in the water. I took my place next to him and patted his wet shorts and said, "Okay, if you really want to, but I'm not having anything with it. I can't stand competition, you know that." He shrugged and laid back. He shielded his eyes with his arm from the sun. I did the same and we laid there for an hour, actually falling into a daydream. __________ In my dream, I was with Jake in a classroom. It was after school and we had detention, which we normally did if we had a class together anyways. The teacher, Mr. Linn had gone out of the room since it was `our detention', not his. We sat next to each other in a pair, his desk right next to mine. He was on the right and I was on the left. Night already began and that was when I should've realized that it was a dream. If I didn't get it then, the next thing my dream self did was what alerted me to it. Jake was asleep and I just sat there with a nervous glance at every single shadow created by papier-mâché airplane and tennis ball. Dream self got a look on his face and his hand moved from on top of the table to underneath Dream Jake's. D-Jake instantly woke up from the hand that rubbed up and down on his lap. I heard D-self unzip D-Jake's zipper and then . . . __________ "Wake up," a voice whispered in my ear. Shaken, I jolted up and saw Pete squatting next to me on my left side. To my right, I saw that Jake was also asleep, his arm still over his eyes. "Hey, Kiddo, you better watch out. You don't want Mom and Dad coming home to find you with a hardon and Jake right next to you. It wouldn't be common courtesy." I smiled for the first time because of Pete since last weekend. It felt good to be cool with him again but I don't really know if I am good with him yet. I was overwhelmed with emotions that I repressed for the past three months. I let the cloud over my head disappear like those clouds that came earlier that week and wrapped my hands around his neck. I hugged him tight and I apologized. "I was a bitch. Sorry, I shouldn't have turned you down." I sniffled and a tear ran down my eye. "Hey," Pete said with concern. He broke the hug, wiped the tear off with his thumb and said, "I was a dick that night. You did the right thing. It's a good thing that you know better to be careful." I couldn't help it; I grabbed on to him again and held him tight. I haven't done this since I was a child. I felt like a child but I wanted to be comforted. Pete provided that comfort. With me still on him, he stood up and took me with him. His right arm wrapped around my back and his left one rested behind my head. "Hey, calm down. We have to be more careful. We don't want to freak Jake out. Can I come into your room tonight?" I nodded, still slightly sniffly. "Don't need to ask." I gave him one more, tight squeeze and then let him go. When he pulled away, I realized that my swimming trunks were still wet and I had inadvertently drenched his crotch with water. Sympathy came to my eyes and he laughed. "Don't worry about it. I'll be there tonight," he said before he left. I sat back down and thought I saw Jake stir. He didn't, it was just a glimmer from the sun on the water droplets on his body. I realized that if I didn't wake him, he'll burn. I sat down and touched his chest to try and wake him. He got up almost immediately. "Ow," he said softly. I leaned in and saw that he was already sunburned. I apologized for keeping him out here for so long. He told me not to worry about it since he was the one who suggested that he go swimming with me. It was quite funny when I looked at his face closely, where his arm laid, now there was a patch of pale skin surrounded with red flesh. I told him about it and he laughed. "I guess we shouldn't do that, again. Ow." I patted his back. I carefully touched his shoulder and we walked to the outside bathroom to wash the chlorine that we had accumulated from the swim. It was a regular bathroom but instead of just one showerhead, there was a four head locker-room style shower-room, since when we had family over, guys didn't have to wait by for a person to wash-off before stepping in. The women, on the other hand, usually went upstairs to separate baths. It wasn't proper for them to be treated as locker-room fodder. As we walked in, I began to take my swimming trunks off and dropped them in the hamper. I made a mental note to wash them after the shower upstairs. Jake did the same, not at all worried about his nudity. I wasn't either, since we've been naked around each other for a long, long time. God, I don't even remember the last time we've ever been modest with each other. While he fiddled with his water temperature, he kept his back turned to me. I looked him over and I realized how sightless I've been. He was beautiful, a work of art. When he got it to the right temperature, he stepped under the lukewarm water and let the beads fall onto his face and along his hair. He brushed his hair away from his face and dragged his fingers through the silky fibers. I changed the water to get colder on my showerhead and began to harshly brush the chlorine off of my body and ran to get a towel. I wrapped it about myself quickly and gave one to Jake before we went through the back door of the bathroom that led into the house through the kitchen. I let him borrow a pair of pants to wear home since I wanted him to go so I can go be with Pete but when I looked out the window, I realized that Pete wasn't even home so I settled down on my bed and Jake did the same. We watched TV for an hour, my focus actually on what I was watching, and just laid together. We got closer and closer together during that hour. Sometimes, my leg would touch his and he wouldn't move it at all. Or when we laid top to tail, his arm fell on my leg and he left it there for the rest of the TV show. Around eight o'clock, he said that he needed to get home. Luckily, Pete got home a few minutes after that and said that he would drive him home instead of making Jake's parents drive all the way out here. We lived thirty minutes from the city and Jake lived just at the outskirts. I decided not to go with them and just went upstairs to take the bath that I craved. I lit some candles-rosehip and lavender-and let the water get nice and hot before I slipped into it. My ears covered by ear phones, I closed my eyes and let myself drift in and out of consciousness before I fell asleep, the aromatherapy easing my tense body. __________ The dream I had seemingly felt so cliché that I didn't know whether I was dreaming about a porn I saw or whether I was just so boring. There was a UPS man that came over to the house delivering a package to me. I never saw his face but when he pounced me and tore off the towel that I used since I came from a shower, I realized that he was quite stubbly. He was still faceless when I ran my hand along his strong jaw line and when he kissed me. He took off my pants and directed himself in between my legs and inserted his . . . __________ The water splashed around me and when I opened my eyes, I saw Pete getting into the tub with me, straddling my waist. He seemed to do this a lot, spreading his legs. The thought came to me and I blushed. "Again?" he asked. "All in one day? Damn, you have an overactive imagination." I detached the ear phones. "He made it home?" "Yes," Pete said as he ran his hands through the water and around my ribs. He wet my chest and ran his strong, calloused hands over my shoulders and neck. I spread my legs and he sat on the tub between them. He grabbed a sponge from the end of the tub and lathered up. "This was a really good idea. I feel so grimy." "Why? Where did you go?" I asked, sincerely wondering. I haven't spoken to him in a while so I don't really know what he's been up to. "I'll tell you when you get older, but for now, just let it go. Now, we have to talk again." "We do?" I asked, puzzled. He nodded, moved closer to me, and his dick fell on top of mine. His felt so heavy on against mine. I can't wait till I get older. "Don't you think we should talk?" "About what?" "You could be clueless sometimes. Come here," he said as he gestured for me lean in. I did and he grabbed my jaw and kissed me before I could say anything. It was short but it completed something I wanted for the longest time. I melted under his lips. No tongue but it was still unbelievable! When he pulled away, I was flabbergasted and in awe, my lips still tingling from the kiss. "Wow," I whispered. Pete gave me a funny smile and mussed my hair. "Kiddo, all you had to do was ask." He took my dick in his hand and jerked me off under the water. It was a different feeling, a slicker feeling than just using our precum. It was my turn to take the lead and kissed him, this time much longer and much more passionate than his earlier brotherly kiss. This held the love that I was holding for so long and the feeling of inadequacy from this being my first kiss dissipated when he kissed back. Still no tongue, but it felt so amazing that I actually felt myself coming closer and closer to orgasm. When we separated, I was breathless. "Again," Pete said, "but this time breath through your nose." We tried it again, this time it was much longer than the last one, lasting well longer than five minutes, which was what the second kiss was. I couldn't help it. From the sight I saw in the outside bathroom and the fact that I haven't cummed in over two days, I released a torrent of white cum into the water. Clouded water told Pete what had happened if he didn't realize it from my moans after I broke the kiss. "Well, I guess we have to change the water before I take a bath." I smiled at him and said, "Sorry, your fault." "How's it mine?!" he asked. "You're the one who hasn't played with it for the past week. It felt lonely so he found someone else to play with." Pete laughed. "Really? Does that mean that the scene I walked into earlier was really a scene? Did you pervert Jake? Did you turn that poor boy gay?" Appalled, I slashed him with water. We played around before we got out took a quick shower before we went to my room. We jerked each other off one more time and fell asleep before my parents even went to bed. __________ When I woke up that morning, Pete, already awake, faced me with his eyes wide open. His hand rested on my neck and his thumb stroked behind my earlobe softly. We were just a few inches away from each other, less than four probably, and he kept his mouth tilted downward. He settled closer to me and rested his forehead on mine. I closed my eyes and just tried to take in what he might have thought at that very moment. It was a form of communication that I wanted to learn right then and there. It was minute but I heard what he told me. `I love you. I always will. You're the voice in my head that keeps telling me to go for it; the light that guides me though. Don't be jealous; we have something more special than other relationships I'll ever have, something much more passionate and something that holds a tighter bond between us. We're brothers, Nick. That will never be broken.' Pete's thumb moved again and he sat up. The covers were on the floor, the heat lifting it off of us during the night. We were both quite aroused from the night before, but neither one of us said anything about it. We ignored the other's hardon, dismissed it as an aftereffect of having to pee, which, not inaccurately, was true in my part. Both of us got off the bed and we walked to the restroom, Pete trailed the back end, still slightly asleep. He followed me into the restroom, and we both emptied our bladders. We let out soft grunts to show what we wanted. He wanted his toothbrush, which I gave him. I wanted to take a shower, which he let me have as he tempered the water and started the rainfall. I brought my toothbrush into the shower with me and while I wet my hair, I brushed my teeth. Pete opened the glass shower door, which was located a few feet from the claw foot tub that started everything, and entered as I took a sponge and lathered my body. Pete took the sponge from me and washed my back. I did the same to him. We made sure that the other was fully clean before we shampooed our hair. He did his own, since it was awkward for me to reach all the way up there, but he did mine too. When we both rinsed under the showerhead, he hugged me and we stayed under the rainfall for at least five minutes. When we decided to get out of the shower, we quickly toweled out and got dressed. We made it downstairs early enough to see Mom and Dad in the living room. They were talking before we came in and when we did, Mom said, "Oh, good. We have to talk." A crashing guilt came to me. Did they know about Pete and me? I turned to Pete but if he did think the same, he didn't show any of it. "Yeah," Dad started. "Your mom and I are gonna go out of town for a few weeks." "What for?" Pete said as he walked away from me to the two on the couch. Dad pulled out a manila folder and said, "I've been told to review some of the restaurants in Boston. They need me there in two days. We're leaving tonight. Your Mom wants to go since she's always wanted to go to Boston since she left after college. We just wanted to make sure that you two will be fine by yourselves for the rest of the summer." Pete's eyes lit up and he cried, "You mean we get the house to ourselves for three months?! All right!" "Now, wait a minute," Mom interjected. "Don't think that you can just run the house anyway you want. I don't want to come back to a hole in the ground." "We know," Pete said for the both of us. "You're gonna live there?" I interrupted. Mom explained everything, "Yeah, for a while. You know your Aunt Janet lives there and we're gonna stay with her the first few days before we sublet a flat for a few months. After that, though, we'll come back." Dad stepped in and said, "The reason we'll be there for so long is because they want me to be stationed there like I was a native to the place, when in fact, your mom's the actual native. That's another reason I'm taking her with me." "Pete, you know how to run this place better than we do," Mom said. It was true. "We want you to take care of all the expenses the house needs and also to take care of Nick. If I find that he was left alone by himself for even a minute, then-" "Hey!" I interrupted, again. "I can take care of myself. I'll be fifteen in January!" Mom glared at me and then said, "Still, I'd feel better knowing that someone is in the house with you." Then, she directed at Pete a few instructions. "You know what to do with the mail. FedEx me all the bills and I'll pay them at Boston. Otherwise, you'll take care of everything else. I'm leaving you the debit card. You know the PIN numbers already; tell your brother what they are. You know where all the money goes; tell your brother where. DON'T leave him alone for too long." I huffed slightly, totally ignored by my Mom and Pete but Dad heard me and he smiled. He got up and mussed my hair. "Hey, don't worry about it. She'll ease up sooner or later," he told me. Mom threatened, "Pete, I trust you. If you mess this up-" "Then no trip to Europe," Dad said. Pete's eyes lit up. "Holy shit, you're letting me go?!" Mom smacked his knee. Pete gave her his loveable smile and sheepishly said, "Sorry, I got excited. But seriously? You're letting me go?" Dad nodded and said, "If you take your brother with you." He looked at me through the corner of his eyes and knew I was dumbstruck. "I'm going?" I asked as my voice slight quivered. "All right!" Pete yelled, over excited. Mom and Dad laughed. Then she said, "Calm down. We'll see how you make it through these three months and if you're still alive if I find anything at all out of order, then I don't see why you both can't go. That is, if you want to take Nick." "Are you serious?!" Pete asked, amused. "Of course, I wanna take him! What could be better?!" I blushed from his words and his excitement. "Well," Dad said, "if that's everything, we need to get packing." Pete was still in euphoria when Mom and Dad left. I felt myself enter that state of mind as I sat next to him on the couch and we both just stared at the ceiling, just taking in the fact that we'll be alone for three months and we'll be going to be traveling through Europe the next summer. __________ That night, after we dropped Mom and Dad at the airport, Pete opened the door to a house that belonged just to the two of us for the first time. Even when our parents were a week away on a trip, the house still felt like it was being watched; which, I think, it was, by the neighbors. Only this time, they said that we were in charge, something they've never told us. Actually, Pete's the one in charge; I'm the baby who can't be left alone. "Aw, don't think of it like that, Kiddo. They just don't like it when they think that you could get hurt in anyway. I feel the same way; it's just that I don't hold you on a leash," Pete said as he let me into the house. "Would you guys quit using that phrase; I feel like a mutt." Pete said something I couldn't hear since I went straight up to my room and he went back outside. It was around 9:30 and Pete wanted to bring Katie home for some activities that I didn't want to know about. We've been getting along better now, Katie and me. I mean, there is still some resentment on my part but I've accepted that she's a part of Pete's life and that means that I'll have to live with her. She doesn't at all know that I don't like her, I've tried to keep that information to myself, but I think that Pete picked up on it at the end-of-school party. After about a few minutes in my room, a thought hit me and I went downstairs to the wine closet and picked a nice dessert wine to go with a tiramisu that Pete made earlier that day. I popped the cork, almost hurting myself since it was the first time I ever used a cork screw, if not opening a bottle. I placed the opened bottle in an ice-bucket and left it on the table to chill and breathe. I put out two plates and dessert spoons. I lit a few votive candles, a dozen or two at least, and turned off the lights. I made sure that the candles were in a tube-like holder; just in case the wax catches on fire, it would only fall onto the glass. Plus, I kept anything flammable away from all the candles. I grabbed another bottle of chardonnay to take with me up to my room, in its own ice-bucket. I was sure that Dad wouldn't mind that I pulled out a bottle after he had that talk with me. Also, Mom wouldn't know that I had gotten one since Dad was usually the only one to enter the wine closet, which held close to more than 100 bottles. Knowing Dad, he'd probably bring back at least twenty-five more from Boston. I heard the car pull up just around the time I was at the top of the stairs. I placed the wine on the floor and peeked down the stairs that lead into the foyer. Katie was the first to enter the house, after Pete unlocked the door. "Wow," she said as she saw what I had done. It was quite beautiful if I don't say so myself. Every single corner in the lower half of the house held an atmosphere serenity and romance. Pete entered and did the same as Katie did, shocked to see what he came home to. He smiled and I did the same. Katie was now out of the foyer, out of my vision. Pete was still in awe but when he turned to the stairwell, I was sure he saw a dark figure pass through and he must've heard a door shut. I didn't want to eavesdrop but I couldn't help it since I was supposed to not be home. They could do whatever they do but hearing a TV or a stereo playing would otherwise discourage them from doing whatever they do. Instead, I tried my hardest to avoid the walls and quickly put on headphones to drown out the noise of them fornicating. Lisa Hall's "Is This Real?" was the first song that came on when I turned on my mp3 player. I fell asleep listening to the melodious music and was woken up hours later. I looked at my alarm clock when I felt the bed move behind me and saw that it was a bit before 1 o'clock. I yawned and said, "Made it before curfew." "Yeah," Pete said as he threw his shirt and pants over me and on the floor at my side of the bed. We cuddled up and Pete took my hand held it. "Thank you, that was incredibly sweet." I nodded and the back of my head rubbed across his forehead. I realized that I didn't hear was he said. He told me that with just the use of his body, every body part screamed of gratitude. Once I got back to sleep, I was propelled into a tranquil, dreamless state where all thoughts were gone and life just held me in the form of my brother. __________ Our lives has pretty much changed and turned into a wonderful routine where we would sleep cuddling and would always wake up spooning. After that we took our morning piss hardons and relieved them in the toilet and began our sequence in the bathroom. Usually, I take my toothbrush with me into the shower. Pete brushed his teeth while I tempered the water. After he brushes, which is about the time where I wet my hair and start, he enters the shower stall and begins to wash my back. When I finish brushing, I wash his back and everywhere else and then he finished me off. He shampoos his hair next, and then mine; and we rinse off and dry. During all this we'd end up soft but after the shower is shut off, we're hard as ever. We wouldn't say anything throughout all this. When we dressed, we always dressed alone, giving each other what little privacy the other wanted. Pete would cook breakfast, or brunch depending on what day it is, and we would eat out in the patio. Afterwards, we put the plates into the dishwasher and the pots into the sink before we did our own thing. What that meant was, I was in the pool and Ted was out with a few friends. When he came home, it was around lunch time so he always brought me something. When I'm not alone, which is rare, he makes my friend and me something to eat before going into his room to check his e-mail. Things were going great; we also set up a rhythm for our jack off sessions. On Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays I would have him all to myself, always having one leisurely jack off before bed and two quick ones just before he left with he friends and one before he went to check his e-mail. Though one time, it was a Monday, Pete came home early and I still had Jake over. We were playing a board game on the floor of the living room. Pete came into the house, not surprised that Jake was there, but a bit annoyed. It's not that he didn't like Jake, but it looked like he was incredibly horny. "Hey, guys," Pete said with a frustrated groan. "What're you up to?" I gestured toward the game board. He nodded and then said that he would be upstairs, "Try to keep the noise level down." Jake looked at me with a funny look and then went back to the game. I did the same but not wholeheartedly. In the end, I lost and I rushed Jake home. His dad came to pick him up since Jake and I thought that Pete wouldn't be home until much later. I told him to come over tomorrow afternoon for a swim, but that's all I said to him before I pushed him out of the house, along with Mr. Collins. Up the steps and I stood in front of Pete's room. I knocked, softly aft first but a little louder after I said his name. "Pete? Can I come in?" I reached for the door knob and opened the door and found Pete naked with a huge hardon in front of his computer. "Nick!" he said suddenly. His hand flew and hit a few keys on the keyboard before I even made it inside of his room. But when I did finally enter, his old confident self returned. He wasn't scared anymore, just overly turned on and slicked. In fact, he gestured me to him and said, "Can I get a little help? Katie wouldn't put out today." My ears and eyes perked up, happy to know that I would help him in any way, especially this way. His dick looked like it was much slicker than it normally gets and I asked him about it. Pete smiled and pulled out a bottle of lube and said, "Haven't used it in a while." I reached for his dick and told him to get on the bed. "Actually, I was wondering," Pete started when he grabbed his boxers from the floor and wiped off the lube, "if you would do something else? I'd do you to, of course." My eyes blew open and I asked, "Right there?" I was actually getting really turned on. Pete widened his already huge smile and nodded. I got to me knees and in between his legs. Down there, I took one more look at his eyes before I covered his dickhead with my mouth and started to suck him down, giving it all I got. I tongued the sides of his dick while the head passed into my throat. I scraped his dickhead twice but he didn't do anything but hiss and create more precum. There wasn't any taste from the lube, nor did I think there to be but just the fact that I had caught him jacking off made me so horny that I had to get out of my own clothes. It was so fucking hot being there, out in the open, sucking the dick of the god who taught me the basics. I ran my tongue down the underside of his dick before I took it out of my mouth. Pete took the chance to stand up and shut the computer screen off. I pulled off my shirt, not worrying about the buttons, and Pete tried to help but only succeeded in leaving my stuck with both my undershirt and shirt stuck over my head and under my arms. He tugged on it hard and I was sure that I heard something rip but didn't even register it since I pounced him and kissed him, roughly. I got pretty good at it, too. My lips were pursed with his and he tried his best to take back hold of the situation by sticking his tongue into my mouth but I took the lead by biting his bottom lip firmly. He groaned and stuck his tongue down farther into me before he flipped me onto my back and used his whole weight to keep me in control. I gave him that, only enough time to take my jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop. Pete was no longer the seductive guy. He was so horny that he just took my dick into his mouth and tried to get me off the fastest way. He used every single trick that I knew and then some. He used his two slow, ten fast, and balls trick. I squealed when he dragged his teeth against the topside of my dick. Then he flipped me so we were horizontal to the bed. He sucked my dick again, before I could say anything else and again, he made me scream in delight. His hand popped to my mouth, but his mouth stayed on my dick, his suction enough to pull more and more precum down his throat. He tried to cover my moans but all it succeeded in was me sucking on two of his fingers, copying what he was doing to me. I was really into it now, not caring whether the neighbors heard all my sexual groans and grunts, all I wanted was for him to slow down because it was all too much! I felt myself going closer and closer to orgasm but he didn't do anything to stop me. I prepared for the orgasm of my life by placing a pillow over my head, which Pete took away from me instantly and placed underneath my ass. I couldn't register everything yet but when he spread my legs, I realized what he was about to do and I soon felt a moist, hot tongue on my asshole. It dug into me, stretching me out and giving me one pleasure I never felt before. It burned but it felt so fucking good that I grounded myself onto him until I felt him go deeper. Then I felt it go away and his mouth on my dick, but he placed his finger in front of my puckering asshole and pushed hard. I grabbed onto his head and screamed in sexual frustration. I wanted to cum so badly but he was toying with me so much. "Ple-e-e-ease," I begged. "It's too much!" Once I felt him moving around in me, I began to grunt more and more, groan less and less. And when his finger touched my prostrate, I let out an anguished yell as my back arched and I cummed into Pete's hard sucking mouth that coaxed more and more and more precum away from my body, draining all that I can produce in a month. His finger kept torturing my poor button harder and harder and I could feel my fluids passing through the small gland in and out though my cum-producing tube and into Pete's mouth. Twelve shots, thirteen, fifteen, it seemed like it wouldn't at all stop but it had to. It did. I blacked out. _________ When I regained consciousness, Pete was next to me jacking off furiously. I watched him carefully-my body still trying to recover from the sudden dehydration-and saw that every single muscle fiber was taut and was focused on bringing that one organ happiness. I couldn't handle helping him because I didn't know what would happen if he decided he wanted another go at me. My poor heart, and aching asshole, wouldn't be able to take it. When the first shot of his cum flew out of his dick, I began to drift back to sleep. At the brink of sleep, I heard Pete say something that sounded much like, "Did you enjoy the show?" I heard a laugh and realized that it wasn't Pete's. ********** To Be Continued I am sorry to those people who I have not yet responded to. Either, the e-mail was never sent to me, or I accidently deleted it. If you still want to speak to me, about anything, please don't hesitate. Send all thoughts, critiques, or grammar changes to the address above. Thanks for taking the time to read this story. I know it's not exactly the best story ever, but I'm trying. I do get points for that, right? Well, I hope you aren't too harsh. And again, thanks. -MKP