Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2005 20:27:17 -0500 From: T.K. Walters Subject: All For Him, Sequel, Chapter 1 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. ********** 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 -- Name: Deither Orin Birthday: August 9 Astrological Sign: Leo Blood Type: O Favorite Color: Orange Birthstone: Peridot Starstone: Ruby Hobby: Archery Favorite Food: Hot dogs Least Favorite Food: Anything fancy Favorite Subject: None Worst Subject: All Has Trouble With: Artistic views Strong Point: Lustful -- Name: Daniel Orin Birthday: August 9 Astrological Sign: Leo Blood Type: O Favorite Color: Violet Birthstone: Peridot Starstone: Ruby Hobby: Archery Favorite Food: Spaghetti Least Favorite Food: Tofu Favorite Subject: Math Worst Subject: History Has Trouble With: Remembering Strong Point: Organized and Thorough -- Name: Jared Fehr Birthday: December 17 Astrological Sign: Sagittarius Blood Type: O Favorite Color: Maroon Birthstone: Turquoise Starstone: Topaz Hobby: Miscellaneous drungs Favorite Food: Dark chocolate Least Favorite Food: Favorite Subject: Sociology Worst Subject: Math Has Trouble With: Authority Strong Point: Rebellion ********** Chapter One Being faithful to one person can be harder than it seems, especially when I'm surrounded by people that I really love or I really would love to fuck around with. It must be easier for my little brother John since he's still so young. I doubt that he's even had the chance to experience any of the agonizing torture of sexual thoughts. But John's not the person I'm worried about. He can worry about himself in the future. For now, I have myself and my boyfriend to keep together, instead of myself and my sanity. Nick and I had gotten together when we were very young, just at the cusp of fifteen for me, and mid fourteen for him, but it's been a grand three months, sharing secrets and messing around incognito. We've had to be very careful. There were times where I've almost been caught with my pants down, literally. My father came home one night, and Nick's dick throbbed in my hands just when Dad knocked on my door to see if I was in. Luckily, he didn't come in until Nick zipped up, or else I would've ended up on a plank, staring into the deep blizzard-blue. Normally, we didn't have to worry about his family, as they were busy building their new house thirty minutes out of the city, but his brother, Pete, had stirred up commotion with spying and lingering senses. Nick told me about his past with his brother, and how they messed around from time to time. It hasn't bothered me, nor should it since it was his relationship, not mine, but there are times when I wonder what would cause them to form a bond of such rarity. I would never do the same with my brother, but then again, John and I hadn't been that close. When my parents divorced a couple of years ago, I had been taken custody by my father and my little brother by my mother. The divorce was quiet enough, and hadn't caused much nuisance for either families, but it had left a void where a brotherly bond had once been. No longer could I comfort John when he felt afraid for Mom as she took her nightly cocktail, or when the shadows in his room played with his mind. I would often share my bed with him when Mom and Dad's fights got out of hand. The yelling was too much for John and it gave him nightmares, fitful ones where he would release tension by tossing in bed and hit me in sensitive places. Normally, before I'd shut the lights off, I'd slip on a cup inside my en suite bathroom. All that changed when we were separated and soon, my attention to other relationships waned . . . every single one, except for Nick. He became the constant thing in my life that I craved more than anything. His touch turned turmoil into solace, and I sought it more and more each day, until that fateful day when we kissed the night before my fifteenth birthday. In that moment, I had felt so much tension in me release into the moonlit night. I'd written all the details of that following night in my journal, including how we almost missed the surprised party that I already knew of. Unfortunately, in that notebook, there were also descriptions of close encounters I had with the male kind, which were not of my best friend. But usually, those nearly-one-night-stands ended up with my belt on tight and my mouth worshiping Nick for hours. I had just finished writing an entry in it a few minutes ago, and was now on my way to Nick's new house, which was still in the middle of renovation but had enough of it done so it wouldn't hurt them to live in it. It was harder to get from the city to his place now, so I made sure that I didn't forget anything. I strapped on my bag and left the house and hopped on the train that led to the limits of the city. From there, I would meet Pete, and he'd take me over. Riding with Pete always provided entertainment. Pete could talk for hours about anything, and everything he says emanated charisma. During this particular drive, they talked about sports, specifically the swim team. I had made it earlier in the semester, but had quite during the middle of it all, not wanting to be tied up in it as much as I thought, now that I had other ways to spend my time. Then, when I was totally oblivious to the segue, Pete asked a question that caused me to sweat and shut up. "So, how long have you been fucking him?" "What do you mean?" My eyes traced a sweat drop from my forehead down to my nose. "Don't try and bullshit me," Pete said. "I know my brother. I like to pretend that I know you. Don't disappoint me. I've told you about me and him. He's told you about him and me. Now you have to spill about him and you." "I can't," I whispered. My legs turned toward the car door, and I almost clawed at the door for escape. "You know I can't." "No, I know you won't tell me," Pete said. "Nick does go into a little snit whenever he thinks his loyalty has been breached, but I'm just asking because I'm his brother. I don't want him hurt." "I'm not!" I protested. I realized my raised voice in the car of the person driving, and toned down. "I'm not. We're being careful. Condoms and all." "That's not what I meant. Nick's smart enough to know about that. What he isn't about though, is the fact that he's willing to go to great lengths to please other people, even if it means hurting himself." We pulled into the unpaved driveway of their house seconds later, but the conversation wasn't done. He hadn't unlocked my door yet, and I knew he was strong enough to overpower me if necessary, so I didn't try to do it myself. I sighed, and wiped my brow. "I'm being careful with him. I know what you're talking about. Nick falls in love way too easily. He's a glutton for it. But that doesn't mean he would ever purposely hide scars to keep others from feeling guilty." The doors unlocked and Pete gestured to the house. "Get out of here. He's waiting." I stepped out and Pete sped out of the drive way, knocking dust and pebbles in my directions. I coughed and swatted at the specks of dirt in the air and ran inside. Knowing how Pete sounded, almost made me certain that no one was home except for Nick, but just in case, I tiptoed around the house. Decorated in contemporary furniture and color, the house felt slightly cold and spacious, but once I got through the initial shock of how large of a space it truly was, I was awed by the vastness. The living room plus the dining room was bigger than my Dad's whole apartment. At the foot of the steps, the smell of Chinese takeout came drifting from upstairs. "Nick? Are you up there?" Seconds later, Nick appeared at the top and waved me over. "Come on up. I ordered out, hope that's okay." I shrugged, and took off my jacket; the same one that Nick had given me three years ago, still was slightly big on me. I bounded up the stairs and looked down the hallway. It was quite different from the spotless and decorated first floor. Except for the first three doors the hallway past that was still uncarpeted and unpainted, though, the scent of fresh paint still lingered on what had been. The hallway had no more use for me, so I joined Nick in his room. The smell of sweet and sour sauce was stronger there than outside, and from the looks of the takeout boxes on Nick's bed, I knew he had already started eating. For such a little guy, he could eat. That sounded like he was a smurf, but he isn't. Truly, we're the same height, but my build was bigger than his. He was lean and slender, while I was built like his brother, packed with beginner's muscles. Nick tossed me a pair of chopsticks and I accompanied him. I liked watching him eat. He didn't know I fixated on him, though. His eyes were dead on the screen and was paying attention to the program about a concert violinist who broke his fingers but had overcame it by teaching a dog to play for him, or something like that. There was something about the way he moved, much more fluid and feline like. The brothers, Nick and Pete, both had something in them that were different than me. They had grace, while I was forever branded a klutz. When Nick finally did notice my gaze, he sat staring at me, the corner of his mouth chewing softly, his eyebrow raised. "What?" I leaned forward and kissed him. The taste of the sweet and sour sauce tinged his lips. "Nothing, just wanted to do that," I said, when I pulled away. "If you wanted to," Nick said, pausing to take off his shirt, "then by all means, let's clear this mess." Empty cartons of takeout boxes were set on the ground, as were our clothing, and we lay naked against each other. Our skin flushed red. The sound of the stereo turned up and I knew it was to drown out the noise, but I couldn't hear it once I nuzzled Nick's neck. All I heard was Nick's breath on my ear. My senses focused on everything about him: the weight of his leg on mine; the tiny hairs on his neck rising from my touch; and the scent of sex on his body. "Wait," I said, pulling away from him. I leaned forward and smelled him. There was definitely the undeniable fragrance of at least an hour of sex. I don't know why, but my nose flared and I took deep breaths. When I calmed, I straddled his flanks and pretended to smile at him. Nick relaxed and shut his eyes. And when he did, I took his nuts in my hand and firmly squeezed them. "Fuck!" He jerked and sat up. "Ow, Jesus, watch it. Those things weren't meant to be handled like that." I gripped his neck and pulled him close. "Then you better tell me who else's been handling them." Nick grinned at me and said, "No one but you, Sweetheart." His eyes twinkled when he said it and he pushed the last word together, ending up with "shwart". "Ha, ha, heh," I mocked, dropping my torso forward and catching myself before I fell onto him. "Funny, now tell me before I yank them off." "Seriously," Nick said, taking into his hand to remove mine, "I've been fucking around with only you. You're enough for me." I thought I trusted him up until that moment. His eyes were soulless and empty; nothing in them showed me where my Nicolas truly was. "Nick, please, don't . . . don't do that." Nick sighed. He pushed me off him and I lay rest on the right side of the bed, him on the left. "I was just . . . curious. It's been a long time since he and I . . . you know." I didn't ask who he was, nor did I want to know. I had a good feeling, though. It was either two people: Pete or Jared, but, again, I didn't want to know. Instead, I just lay there, staring at him. I covered our bodies up to our waist with Nick's comforter, and moved close to him. He rested his head on my chest and I stroked his hair. My eyes fixated on a small bump at the wall, and I focused on it until my sight went dark and my breath started to slow. __________ The tip of my dick tingled when I woke up, my body was near shaking, and I felt flushed. My eyes stayed blurred as I was brought back to consciousness. I grasped at the brown-haired head that nestled deep in my crotch. Nick realized I was awake, so he brought me to a mind numbing climax, my toes curling in the process. "Thank you," I said. I cupped his face and brought his eyes to mine. Nick's tongue leeched out and tinged my lips with my cum. I licked it off. "Every single time." Nick chuckled and bounced off me, creating pressure on my stomach. He laughed when I made a face but snuggled close after. We laid there in silence, my fingers stroking his arm. Finally, he spoke. "You aren't still mad, are you?" Nick asked. "Ask me later, I'm basking." I slinked down and pushed my nose onto Nick's neck. His cologne slowed my heartbeat and the hairs on my neck went back down. It always had this effect on me. "How long have we been asleep?" "About three hours," Nick said, after looking at the bedside clock. "Come on, it's time to get up before my parents get home." Downstairs, dressed and refreshed, we watched a little TV for a while before we heard a car pulling into the paved driveway. Nick seemed very happy about that, since Pete drove him to school every day, and the gravel driveway would always toss them around and cause the drive to be unbearable. Shifting the window treatments aside, Nick peered out the window and said, "Its Pete . . . and he brought a guy with him." "No," I said in disbelief. Sounds of our footsteps at the second floor were what Pete must've heard when he came in. I tried to be as quiet as I could, and I beckoned for Nick to do the same. We entered Pete's closet, Nick struggling to not giggle. I kept my wits about it, knowing if we get caught that Pete would throttle us. Pete's closet, which was cluttered with sports gear, clothing, and his school work, had an interesting door, as it was patterned with a thickly laden lattice. We could see through it, and had a perfect view of his bulky, full-length mirror, which shined directly on the bed. It was a tight squeeze, but not unpleasant. I stacked some plastic folder cabinets on each other and sat on them, and pulled Nick on top of me. "We shouldn't be doing this," I said. We spoke in whispers, knowing that they would soon be in the room. "Close your eyes when it happens, if you don't wanna watch," Nick said. "He won't mind." "Wouldn't you?" "Me? I definitely would, and if you ever spy on me, I swear that you won't be walking straight. But you gotta admit. Pete's different. He likes to put on a show." The door burst open and we heard the laughs of Pete and his friend as they entered the room. A few seconds later, they stood in front of the closet, with Nick and I holding our breaths in expectation of discovered. "What about you brother?" A deep, husky voice spoke, but stopped when Pete grabbed his collar and merged their fronts in a hard grasp. "He's not home," Pete explained. He inserted his finger into one of the holes in the door and shook it. "He knows better not to be home when I have company over." So he did know we were here. Nick took my hand and I knew he was smiling. "So I'm company now?" "Well, I was planning on servicing you." I would too, if it was up to me. The man that Pete brought over, and he was a man, looked well over Pete's age. With glass-covered, dark chocolate orbs staring hungrily at his prey, the man ran those edible globes up and down Pete's body. Well over six feet tall, he loomed over Pete's five feet and nine inches. He dressed semi-casual, with a preppy flair, but that wasn't hurting his beauty much. I wished his hair was longer, though, but it was still a good length, neatly cut and styled. He reminded me of someone, but no one I knew directly. Whoever he was, I knew I'd have a new dream tonight. I wrapped my arm around Nick's waist and pulled him close. If he didn't feel my dick beneath his denim clad ass, then he'd have been the numbest person on earth. I was throwing major chub. Pete removed his glasses and I mentally agreed with him. The man's eyes were his best features. I could've spent decades entranced in them. The man blinked a couple of times and tried to retrieve the stolen article, but Pete made sure it was away from his reach. "Fine." The man laughed. He leaned forward and placed his hands on either sides of Pete's closet. His movements were jerky and unsure. After a few seconds, the smell of alcohol hit my nostrils. So they've been drinking. Poor guy, he has no clue that Pete can out-drink anyone if he wanted. Pete unbuttoned the straitlaced man's tan shirt and took it off him, making the man pull away from his resting place for a few seconds. He had a grey wife-beater on, but Pete mauled through it like lace. It lay in shreds on the ground, a stale reminder of the night's conquest. A soft smattering of gossamer, dark brown hair lay at the center of the man's chest. "When are you gonna let me kiss you?" Pete dodged each of his advances. "Kiss me? I'm a married man." "So am I, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to kiss you," he said. With more of his words, I understood that he truly was sloshed. "Just one kiss, Pete," he urged. "Just let me do this, Carter." Pete mocked his tone and released Carter's legs from his slacks. Carter kicked them off, with his shoes, and leaned in with just his boxers. Nick's breathing started to get deeper. He was just as turned on as I was. I moved my hand until I was holding onto his dick and I squeezed it gently until I heard him groan. "What was that?" Carter asked. "Nothing," Pete said. "It's nothing. Now, are you ready for a kiss?" Carter shut his eyes and nodded. He licked his lips and waited. Pete got down to his knees and pulled off Carter's shorts. He kissed the already hard cock before he stood back up and said, "There you go." "Tease." "Sir, if there is anything in this world that I am not, a tease would be at the top of the list. Now, get on the bed so I can fuck your brains out. `Kay?" The man spoke like a child, and he took orders from one, too. "O-kay." They left the closet, and Nick and I let out our breaths. "Let me just cover this mirror," Pete said, taking the sheet off his bed and covering our only source of imaging. "I don't trust anyone to watch, from another dimension or otherwise." He turned to his closet and smiled, winking at us at the same time. We waited for a while and we heard the sounds of sucking not a few minutes later. I spotted Carter's glasses on the dresser near the mirror and deduced that combined with the inebriated state he was in and the fact that he seemed totally blind that the only way I would see more is to get out of this fucking closet. I tried to stand and Nick got my point. I felt around for his and found it quickly. "I won't be mad anymore if you let me go and see what's up," I said. Without even waiting for an answer, Nick hauled me out of the closet and into plain sight. And what a sight it was. Carter lay on the bed, sprawled on his front, his arms clutching at a pillow as Pete sat on the floor, his face buried in Carter's ass. I've never seen actual rimming before. I mean, I've talked about it with Nick, but I've never brought myself to do it. Seeing the act itself made me whimper and it shook me. Carter bit at the corner of the pillow, saturating it in his saliva and wanton lust. Add that to the fact that he purred, it was obvious that he enjoyed what Pete was doing. It wasn't only the rimming that turned me on; it was the sound of Carter purring. That made my dick jump. Nick made the first brave move. He touched Pete's shoulder, releasing him of his oh-so-savored duty. Pete smiled when he saw us. I mouth an apology. He nodded, and seemed to understand. He pointed to the right side of the bed and mouth: "Move over there", which we did. Whatever he was doing, we were safe for the moment. Carter faced the left side of the bed. "Is there something wrong?" Carter asked, touching his tan handkerchief blindfold. "Nothing at all, sir," Pete said, "just grabbing a condom." He pointed to the drawer at our side of the bed. Nick brought out the foil wrapped latex and tossed it at him. "I don't think I'm ready yet," Carter said. "You're not. I'm just getting prepared." Pete moved away from the bed and looked at us. He pointed to Carter and raised his brows. Nick turned to me. I didn't know what to do. My boyfriend's next to me and he's offering me first dibs at a guy that I'm lusting for. What the fuck was I supposed to do? But, then again, what they were asking me to do is something I haven't been able to bring myself to do, not even on Nick. Pete flicked his head back at the drawer and Nick handed me the bottle of lube. I sighed. I just wasn't ready for that yet. This I could do. I popped the cap and placed a dab on my middle finger. I got behind Carter and looked at his pink opening. Eyes wide, I turned to Pete. He nodded with a grin. Jesus, Carter's still a virgin, or at least, hasn't been fucked in a long time. Placing my finger near the center, I rubbed the starburst-shaped hole, educing Carter to moan onto the pillow. As I raised my finger up to his back, following the natural shape of his ass, Carter raised his hips to follow it. I went the other direction and had to stifle a laugh; Carter followed every one of my movements. It amused me that I could control him just by the way I moved. Pete seemed to be impatient because just when I really got into making Carter squirm, he reached for my wrist and guided me. He stood behind me, hovering really, and pushed my hand into Carter's entrance. The tightness surprised me, but not as much as Carter's whimpering moan. "Oh, good god." Carter gritted his teeth so hard that he caused a rip in the fabric. If this was the way he acted with such a small stimulation of his asshole, what would he do when I . . . Wait. What exactly am I doing? With the way that they acted together, Pete and Carter seemed to be very good friends. Why was Pete whoring him out to Nick and me? I couldn't help it anymore. I retracted my finger and whispered, "This isn't right. He doesn't know." Just when I thought that I was getting through to Pete, I heard a snicker from the bed and Carter took off his blindfold. Blinking became a disability because once my eyes reopened Nick's arm was being pulled into the bed with Carter. And before I could even turn to Pete, I was pushed into the pile of bodies, naked and clothed, but all aroused. "You two are in so much trouble," Carter said, grabbing on to both Nick and my arms. From his lightless eyes, I knew he wouldn't remember anything in the morning, but the smile on his face informed me that I'd enjoy myself before night's end. ********** Author's Note: This is the beginning of a sequel. If you do not understand some parts, or if you want more background information on certain people, I suggest reading the first story: All For Him. As always, I'd love to hear from everyone. Please don't hesitate to tell me anything that you do not like or would want to see in the story. I'll take everything in consideration. Include in your email whether or not you would like to be on a mailing list that'll inform you on new chapters. 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