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Chapter One (cont.)
I woke up snuggled against Kyle. My back was pressed against his chest, and I could feel his hard dick poking into me. His arms were around me, and as I wiggled, he kissed the back of my neck.
"Good morning, little guy," he said. He let go of me long enough to stretch and yawn.
"Morning," I said as his arms once again wrapped around me.
"Sleep good?" he asked.
"Great," I said.
"What time did Evan say he'd be home today?" he asked.
Until that moment, I hadn't even thought of Evan. He hadn't told me when he'd be home, so that meant that he could walk in the door at any moment. I didn't want him to find us like this. What would he say? What would he do?
"He didn't say," I said as I pulled myself out of Kyle's arms and got off the bed.
He laid there and watched as I rummaged around in our clothes on the floor in search of my shorts and underwear. I found them and hurriedly shoved them up my legs. My dick was hard, so I had to shove it inside my briefs. My shorts slid on, and then I was searching for my shirt.
"What's wrong, Chris?" asked Kyle, still lying on the bed watching me intently.
"Evan could come home any time," I said.
"You're worried about him catching us lying in bed together?" he asked. There was a note of confusion in his voice. He didn't understand why I was worried.
"Kyle, he can't know about what we did," I said.
"Why not?" asked Kyle.
I couldn't believe it. He really didn't understand. Evan wouldn't understand if he knew. I didn't know how to make Kyle see that. Evan would flip out, and he would tell my parents. Kyle would get into trouble, and Kendal would know. Everyone would hate me. I didn't want that to happen.
"He can't know," I said as I pulled on my shirt and left the room.
I bounded down the stairs just as my brother walked in the front door. He carried his bag and smiled at me when he looked up and saw me.
"Hey buddy," he said. "Where's Kyle?"
"Upstairs," I said.
I raced past him and out the door. I jumped on my bike and rode off. I rode around the neighborhood thinking about what Evan and Kyle were talking about. I was so worried that Kyle would tell Evan what we had done. I prayed that he wouldn't.
I decided to go over to my best friend's house. Tommy always made me feel better. I just hoped that he could make me feel better now. This was a very big thing, and I knew that I couldn't tell him about it. He would never understand.
When I got to his house, his sister told me that he was upstairs in his room. Being his best friend since we were like six, I had been in his house almost as much as I had been in my own. I knew the layout like the back of my hand.
I went inside and up the stairs to his bedroom. He was sprawled on his bed playing a video game. His headphones were on his head, and I could almost hear what he was listening to. In the spirit of everyone our age, he listened to his music so loud that doctors feared he would eventually shatter his eardrums leaving him completely deaf.
"Hey," he called out louder than he should have.
I motioned for him to take off the headphones. I didn't want his mom to come running up the stairs to find out what all the yelling was about. Until he took those headphones off, that would be all he would do was yell.
"Hey," I said once the headphones were around his neck instead of on his head.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said, trying to sound casual. "Just goofing off."
"Wanna shoot some hoops?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. Playing basketball was Tommy's thing. We played all the time, and usually by the time we were done, I felt better than ever.
So we spent most of the morning playing around at the school. The school gym is always open in the summer so that kids our age don't go off and get into trouble. We played with a bunch of other boys our age, and we left when it was time to eat lunch, because neither of us had any money to eat there.
"You've been real quiet today," he said as we were riding our bikes back from to school to his house. "What's up?"
"Nothing, really," I said, hoping that he would just let it go.
"Chris?" he said. I knew he wouldn't drop it like that.
"I'm just thinking about how different it will be with Kendal gone this fall," I lied.
"Is that all?" he asked. "Geesh, you had me thinking something bad was happening."
"Well, it isn't a great thing that my sister is leaving," I said.
"Your parents still out of town?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I said.
"Evan gonna be home tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. I knew what was coming. Tommy wanted to spend the night. He loved it when we stayed with Evan. Evan let us stay up as late as we wanted and we pretty much got away with murder.
"Think he'd mind if I stayed the night?" he asked.
"Don't think he would," I said. This was a ritual with us. Evan never cared if Tommy stayed with us. Evan and I were cool with each other. We weren't like other brothers. We never argued for very long, and we had never fought in our entire lives. What's more, he thought Tommy was cool, too.
"Cool," said Tommy. "I'll tell my mom after we eat."
We parked our bikes on Tommy's front lawn. His dad was standing in the driveway arguing with Mrs. Whittman. She lived next door, and for two whole years they had been arguing over a tree that was in Tommy's back yard. She wanted it cut down, and Tommy's dad wasn't about to do it.
"Hey Dad," called Tommy as he dropped his bike on the lawn.
"Hey Mr. Wallace," I called out.
"Boys," he said.
"Hi Mrs. Whittman," called Tommy.
She didn't even acknowledge us. She never did. Mrs. Whittman thought that kids were the most horrible creatures to ever walk the Earth. Tommy said that she actually had children, but I couldn't see how they would have survived growing up with her as their mother.
"Did you boys have fun?" asked Tommy's mom when we got inside the house.
"Sure did," said Tommy.
"Hungry?" she asked, smiling and nodding at me.
"Hello Mrs. Wallace," I said.
"Chris," she said. "How is your grandmother?"
"Mom is supposed to call us tonight," I said. "I haven't heard from her yet."
"Well I hope everything is ok," she said, smiling again.
"We are hungry," said Tommy.
"There is a pan of hotdogs on the stove," she said. "Chili sauce is on the table."
"Thanks, Mom," he called as we moved into the kitchen.
"So your grandma is bad?" he asked as he was making his chili dog.
"She had a stroke," I said.
"That sucks," he said.
"Yeah," I agreed.
"You think Evan will play poker with us again?" he asked, switching subjects.
"I don't know," I said.
"Hope so," he said.
It turned out that Evan was going to be out for a little while. He called Mrs. Wallace to ask her if I could stay at her place until nine. He said that Kyle had something he had to do, so he couldn't stay with me. He said that he would be home at nine and would call to let her know to send me home. When Mrs. Wallace mentioned that Tommy wanted to spend the night, Evan said that it was fine with him.
So, for the rest of the afternoon, we played video games in Tommy's room and listened to his fantastic CD collection. We talked about girls, and I played along with him, pretending to be as interested in what was under Sally Frampton's skirt as he was.
We ate dinner with his parents and little sister. Mrs. Wallace made a meatloaf and mashed potatoes with corn. It was a great meal, and I had a good time, but the entire time, I was still worried that Kyle had told Evan what had happened between us.
When Evan called at eight instead of nine to tell Mrs. Wallace to send us home, I was sure that Kyle had told him. I was so nervous while I helped Tommy get his stuff together. He kept asking me what was wrong, and I told him that I was tired.
"Hey buddy," called Evan as Tommy and I walked into my house.
"Hey Evan," I said.
"You have fun today?" he asked.
"Yup," I said, trying to sound casual.
"What do you guys want to do tonight?" he asked. He was acting like nothing was wrong, so maybe Kyle hadn't told him. I hoped not.
"Can we play poker?" asked Tommy.
"Chris, you wanna play?" asked Evan.
"Sure," I said, thinking that everything was going to be just fine.
"I'll just drop my stuff off upstairs," said Tommy.
"Chris, you alright?" asked Evan when Tommy was out of the room.
"Fine," I said.
"Just wondered why you raced out of here so fast today," he said.
"I just wanted to hang out with Tommy," I said.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get the cards and stuff."
I followed him into the kitchen, and we cleared all the stuff off the table. He got three sodas out of the refrigerator and set them on the table. Then he pulled the tupperwear bowl with peanut butter cookies that Mom had made just before leaving for California down from the cabinet and sat them on the table.
Tommy came down, and we sat there playing poker using the cookies as poker chips. I won several hands, but Evan, as usual, wiped me out in no time. After about twelve hands, we decided to stop playing poker and just eat the cookies.
After that, Tommy and I went upstairs to play video games. We changed into our night clothes, which consisted of soccer shorts, and settled on the floor in front of the television set in my room and played a few games. When Evan came upstairs, he asked to play, and I relinquished my spot.
The three of us were the only ones in the house. Tommy and Evan were playing a video game while I sat there pretending to read my book. What I was really doing was lusting after my best friend. I couldn't believe that I'd never noticed how good looking he was before.
Tommy had dark hair like Evan and Kyle. His eyes were brown, and he had a perfect smile. His body was tanned and toned like mine. He wasn't muscular like Kyle or Evan, but he wasn't a stick, either. We had been working out together at school for the whole year. Now that school was out, we were both going to work out in his dad's garage for the summer to keep in shape.
Evan, of course, was gorgeous himself. He, unlike me, had dark hair, dark eyes, and a killer body. His body came from working out with Kyle all the time. Evan had rock hard pecs and abs, and his legs were almost as muscular as Kyle's.
Another area that my older brother was ahead of me in was puberty. Evan had started shaving when he was fourteen years old. I still didn't even have a single hair on my chin. There was no hair on my body at all except for the light patch of hair just above my dick and what little there was under my arms. My legs were dusted with hair. It was blond and very fine. It was very hard to see.
I watched them sitting there on my bedroom floor. Both of them had taken their shirts off and were only wearing their shorts and socks. I was still dressed in the same shirt and shorts that I'd put on before rushing out of the house.
"I beat you!" cried Tommy as he threw his arms up in the air. "I finally beat you!"
"Yeah," said Evan, laughing. "I guess I was thinking about other things."
"Hey Chris," said Tommy. "You wanna play and see if you can beat him too?"
"Nah," I said. "I don't really like that game."
"We could play one of yours," said Evan.
"I don't really feel like playing video games right now," I replied.
"I know!" cried Tommy, jumping up from the floor and rushing to his bag at the foot of my bed. "We can watch this video."
"What is it?" asked Evan, forgetting about the video games.
"I swiped it from my dad's cabinet in the basement," said Tommy. "It's a porno!"
"Cool," said Evan, taking the video out of Tommy's hands. "You wanna watch it, Chris?"
"I don't care," I said, thinking that it would be really cool to watch my brother and Tommy get all hot over the porno. I put the book down and tried to look interested.
I'd never seen people have sex before. I knew how it worked. I'd been told enough and heard enough from my dad and my brother and his friends. I had even had a girlfriend for a while, but of course, that was only while school was in session and while she found me interesting.
Now I was going to see actual intercourse. I was a little excited about it. The thought of a guy and girl having sex really wasn't all that interesting to me, but at least I would finally get to see the real thing. I wished that Kyle were here with me, though.
Tommy took the video from Evan, and Evan went downstairs to get us each a soda. I just sat on my bed and watched Tommy walk around my room. He was really excited about watching the video with us, so I supposed that he'd never seen it. Maybe he'd never seen sex, either.
"This is going to be cool, Chris," he said, sitting down on my bed next to me.
"Yeah," I said, smiling and trying to pretend to be as interested as he was.
"I just hope that I don't throw a boner while I'm watching it," he said, smiling at me.
"Why not?" I asked, thinking that it would be a great thing to see. "I'm sure that it's going to happen to all of us."
"Guess you're right," he said. "I just get embarrassed easy."
That was a comment that I found funny. After all, he was the one who'd suggested that we watch the porno together. I would have thought that he'd be the most comfortable about it. I, for one, was more excited about seeing my brother and my best friend getting excited over the video than actually watching the video. For me, that would be the best part.
"All right, guys," said Evan as he walked back into the room carrying the three sodas. "Let's set a few ground rules for this little party."
"What kind of rules?" asked Tommy, confused. I wasn't exactly clear on what he meant, either.
"Well, we all know that guys get hard watching sexy things," said Evan. "Hell, I get hard just thinking about sexy things sometimes. So, if any one of us decides that he just has to jack off, then we go ahead. Nothing that happens, or is said, in this room leaves this room. Got it?"
"Jack off?" asked Tommy, mortified. His face looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Don't even try to tell me that you don't do it," said Evan, smiling at him. "Chris?"
"I do it," I said, not looking at Tommy. I just kept my eyes on Evan the whole time.
"Well, I do it," said Tommy. "But that's private."
"You mean to tell me that you two are best friends, and you've never jacked off together?" asked Evan. Disbelief was in his voice.
"That's right," I said. "Evan, we have never done anything like that with each other."
"You make it sound like there's something wrong with it," said Evan.
"It just sounds wrong," said Tommy.
"What's wrong with sharing a great experience with a few guys?" asked Evan. Clearly, he had no problems with it.
Tommy, having stood up when Evan came in the room, sat down on the edge of my bed. His face was red, and he looked like he was ready to bolt from the room at any moment. "Nothing is wrong with sharing a good time with you friends, but you are talking about sex stuff," he said. "When you start having sex with your guy friends, then doesn't it make you gay?"
Evan looked at us for a long moment. It seemed like he was trying to decide what to say to that one. I didn't want to say anything at all. After what had happened with Kyle the night before, I was asking myself that very same question. Was I gay?
"Why do you ask that?" asked Evan.
"My dad says that guys that have sex with each other are pansy asses," said Tommy. His face turned bright red instantly after the words were out of his mouth.
"Tommy," said Evan, laughing. "I've done some stuff with a few boys. Do I look like a pansy ass?"
"Well, no," said Tommy.
I was intrigued now. Evan was saying that he had actually had sex with a few boys. I wondered exactly what he'd done with them and who they were. I wanted all the details, but I didn't want Tommy to get suspicious about why I wanted to know.
"Well then," said Evan. "Not every guy who has sex with another guy is a pansy assed faggot. Besides, we aren't talking about having sex. We are talking about jacking off, and every guy does that. Any guy that says he doesn't is lying to you, Tommy."
"Yeah, but that's private," replied Tommy. "You not supposed to do it with anyone else."
"Why not?" asked Evan. "What reason did your daddy give you for not jacking off in front of anyone?"
"He said it was dirty," said Tommy like he was five years old.
"Did you wash it?" Evan laughed.
"That's not funny," cried Tommy.
"I know, and I'm sorry," said Evan. "Look, if you decide you don't want to jack off during the video, don't. But don't get all weird on us if Chris or I decide that we do. And don't tell anyone."
"I wouldn't tell anyone," said Tommy. "That's for sure!"
Apparently satisfied that Tommy would neither freak out or tell what went on, Evan popped the video into the VCR and hit the play button. He took a seat on his own bed, and we sat there waiting for the movie to start.
Tommy kept looking at Evan. I don't think he thought that anyone knew it. Evan didn't seem to, he was paying close attention to the tape in the VCR.
I popped the tab on my soda and settled back against the headboard of my bed to watch the show. I knew that I wouldn't be all that thrilled by it. At least, I didn't think I would be. I'd never seen sex. I'd heard about it from Evan and his friends, and the things that they described that supposedly happened during sex seemed disgusting. Now I was about to see it for myself. I supposed I'd finally have a chance to judge it for myself.
When the movie started, there was a girl sitting at a kitchen table and talking on the phone. She was really pretty. She had long blond hair and big tits. Although I knew that most boys my age would be really excited by even this little tidbit, I wasn't moved at all.
The movie heated up some after a while when a dark haired guy walked into the kitchen and started to rub the girl's shoulders. Soon, they were kissing, and he was pushing the straps of her spaghetti strap shirt down her shoulders. Her tits were exposed, and as soon as they came into frame, the guy was leaning over her and licking her nipples.
I noticed that Evan was rubbing the front of his black soccer shorts, and his dick was definitely hard. Maybe he got off on this kind of stuff. Or maybe he was getting excited because he was remembering the sex he'd had with a few of his friends. I desperately wanted to hear about this, but I was still too embarrassed to ask about it.
I was sure that Evan would tell me. We were pretty close, but I didn't want Tommy to think I was gay or anything. I supposed I'd have to wait until tomorrow when Tommy went home. I just really didn't want to wait that long.
Fortunately, Evan did something to distract me. On the screen, the guy was now fucking the girl very vigorously. Evan was apparently so turned on by this site that he'd decided that he should jack off. He started to push his shorts down over his hips. As his hard dick smacked his stomach, he looked over and winked at me and Tommy.
Tommy looked at me and then back at Evan. Evan turned slightly, so that we could see. I don't know what he was trying to do, but I was certainly getting hard from the anticipation of the show my brother was about to put on for me and Tommy.
He wrapped his hand around his dick and slowly started to stroke it up and down. He turned his face back to the television, but I could tell that he kept glancing at us out of the corner of his eye. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I was happy about it, but I couldn't believe it.
I looked down at Tommy's crotch and was surprised to see that he was hard, too. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, he was the one that brought the video over. What shocked me was that he wasn't paying any attention to the video. He was watching Evan.
Then, to my complete surprise, Tommy started to rub the lump in the crotch of his own shorts. I was going to get to see both of them jacking off soon it seemed. I couldn't wait. My own dick was throbbing from the thought of it. I was starting to get really hot, and I hoped that Tommy would take his dick out and jack it. I wanted to, but I didn't want to freak him out. At the same time, I didn't want Evan to think that I was freaked out about it.
I had nothing to worry about, though. After only a few minutes, Tommy tugged his shorts down and started to play with his dick. I stared openly at his erection. It wasn't as big as Evan's, but it was almost as big as mine. I should tell you that Evan and I are quite blessed in that department. At thirteen, I already had a good six inches when I was hard, and I was already quite thick. Tommy's dick was close to that size already, too.
Not wanting to be left out, and really wanting to get off, I pulled my shorts down, too. I grabbed my dick and started to stroke it in time with Tommy's strokes. I kept looking back and forth from Evan's eight inch dick to Tommy's five inch dick. I couldn't believe we were doing this, each one of us enjoying the sensation of his own hand. I'm sure that my enjoyment was heightened by the fact that Evan and Tommy were also jacking off. The three of us jacked out dicks at the same time, but in very different rhythms.
Evan's strokes were slow and light. He seemed to be drawing it out and trying to make it last. I knew that technique. I'd used it several times. Plus, it was giving me a great show. Tommy's strokes were deliberate and fast. He seemed nervous and excited at the same time. I was too busy watching them to really give my own dick a lot of attention. I would stroke it lightly and slowly, and then I would rub my index finger over my piss hole. I really liked that.
This went on for a while as the girl on the screen moaned, and her dark haired companion grunted and groaned. Evan kept his eyes glued on Tommy's dick, and Tommy was watching Evan's. When Evan closed his eyes and moaned, I thought he was about to cum. Disappointment welled up in me at that thought. I didn't want this to end so quickly.
Then, Tommy stopped stroking his dick. He kept his hand wrapped around it, but he didn't move. I wasn't sure why. Maybe he was trying to prevent his own orgasm. Maybe he was just trying to focus on Evan to see what kind of face he made when he came. But Evan didn't cum. He just kept right on stroking. He did go slower, though.
"What exactly did you do with other boys?" asked Tommy, breaking the silence that had spread over the three of us as we jacked off.
"Are you sure you want to know about this?" he asked us both.
"Yeah," we said in unison. We looked at each other and smiled. I guess my worry that Tommy would think I was gay for asking was silly.
"Well, Chris, you know Cole," said Evan.
"Yeah, we had English class with his little brother, James," I said.
"James Dash?" asked Tommy.
"Yeah," I said.
"Well, I hang out with Cole all the time," said Evan. "We've hung out since we were little kids. We started out just like this. We watched a porno that he'd swiped from his dad's collection and we started jacking off while watching it."
"Then what happened?" asked Tommy.
"Well, one day, we just started to jack each other off," said Evan.
"Just like that?" asked Tommy, dumbfounded.
"No, it wasn't just like that," said Evan. "We talked about it for a while, and then finally decided that we would try it."
"Is that all you did?" I asked.
"No," said Evan. "We saw this really raunchy video about all these girls giving blow jobs. Then we started talking about what it would be like to get a blow job. I think we were twelve at the time."
"Twelve?" I asked, shocked that he'd started younger than me.
"Yeah," he said. "Any way, we talked about what it would be like to get a blow job, and then we made this bet. We bet on a baseball game. I know that's stupid, but that's what we did."
"What was the bet?" asked Tommy.
"Well, I bet him that the Cubs would win a game against the Cardinals," he said. "The deal was that if I won the bet, he had to give me a blow job, and if I lost, I had to give him one."
"Who won?" I asked.
"I did," he said, smiling. "The Cubs beat the Cardinals in that game four to three."
"So Cole sucked you?" asked Tommy.
"He sure did," said Evan, smiling. "He tried to get out of it at first, but I wouldn't let him back down. I told him a deal is a deal, and he finally said he'd do it. So, I spent the night at his house that night, and he sucked my dick until I came."
"You came in his mouth?" asked Tommy.
"No, not that time," said Evan. "I warned him that I was going to cum, and he jacked me off."
"Did you ever return the favor?" I asked.
"Sure did," said Evan, smiling again. "That same night. Since then, we suck each other off all the time. When he can't get a date to go down on him, I do. When I want some action, he goes down on me. It really isn't as bad as it sounds. We're best friends."
"You said a few boys," I said. "Who is the other one?"
"That's private, buddy," he said. "I don't know if I should talk about it without their permission."
"You talked about Cole," said Tommy.
"Because I know he doesn't care," he replied. "If you guys talk, who's going to believe you?"
"So you're saying that since you guys are best friends, it doesn't mean that you are gay because you jack each other off and suck each other's dicks?" asked Tommy.
"Something like that," he said.
"I don't know," said Tommy.
"Alright, look at it this way," said Evan. "Chris is your best friend, right?"
"Yeah," said Tommy.
"Then what would be wrong with helping him get off?" he asked.
"Jacking him off?" asked Tommy.
"Well for starters," said Evan, winking at me.
"Starters?" asked Tommy.
"Well, what would be wrong with sucking his dick?" asked Evan.
"I don't know about sucking his dick, but I would jack him off if he wanted," said Tommy. "If he did the same for me."
"Chris, do you have a problem with that?" asked Evan.
"No," I said quietly.
"Well then," said Evan, smiling again.
We were all silent for a while after that. Evan was still stroking his dick, but Tommy and I had stopped. The video had been almost completely forgotten during our little sexual discussion. I wasn't sure of just what to do now. I didn't want to just reach out and grab Tommy's dick. I wanted to feel it, but I didn't want to freak him out.
Tommy looked at me, and we both just sort of stared at each other. I'm not sure what he was thinking, but I knew that I wanted to jack him off. I wanted him to suck my dick, and I wanted to suck his. I didn't think he'd go that far, though. He'd sounded pretty much against it when Evan suggested it.
"You want to do it?" asked Tommy, breaking the silence.
"Sure," I replied.
I reached over with a shaking hand and gripped his dick. It was strange at first. I'd never felt any other dick than my own. At least not with my hand. I hadn't even touched Kyle's dick the night before. Tommy's dick felt like mine, I suppose. It was hot and hard. Although he wasn't as big as me, he certainly had nothing to be shy about.
He scooted closer to me and I felt his breath on my face. His breath smelled like soda and the cookies we'd eaten downstairs. I started to stroke him slowly, and when I squeezed his dick, he gasped. I was actually enjoying the feel of his dick in my hand.
Tommy reached out and gripped my dick. He squeezed it, and I squeezed his again eliciting another gasp from him. He stroked me a little faster than I stroked him, but we never lost eye contact. I couldn't believe that I had my best friend's dick in my hand and that he had his hand wrapped around mine.
"This is kinda hot," he said.
"Yeah," I replied, not trusting myself to say more. I feared that I would start telling him just how sexy I thought it was, and he would get all weird on me or call me a fag.
I was aware of Evan across the room on his own bed. He was still stroking his own dick, and I secretly wanted to get my hands on his. I wondered just what he would say to that. At the same time, I thought it was dirty. He was my brother after all. I didn't know what to think about it.
I looked over at Evan, and saw that he was watching us intently. There was a look in his eyes that I'd never seen before. Could he be as turned on by this as I was? I couldn't believe it. My brother was getting hot watching his little brother jack another boy off.
Then, Tommy took his hand off my dick. I continued to stroke his dick, but he just sat there looking at me. I didn't know what was going on. My dick craved more attention, but it didn't look like it was going to get it from Tommy.
"Can I suck it, Chris?" he asked me, and I about came right there.
"Yes," I whispered.
"You won't tell, right?" he asked. I could see the fear in his eyes. Maybe Tommy was just afraid of me thinking he was gay as I was of him thinking that about me.
"I won't tell," I said. "I'll even suck yours."
The truth behind that statement was that I'd been wanting to all night long. I couldn't tell him that, though. Then he would think that I somehow trapped him. I didn't want that. I just kept looking at him.
He shifted his body, pulling his dick out of my hand, and slid down the bed. I turned slightly so that my back was once again against the headboard of my bed. I saw Evan looking at us with a small smile on his face. That look was still in his eyes, and now it was more profound.
Then I felt Tommy's breath on my dick. When his tongue left a wet circle around the head of my dick, I thought I would die. It wasn't anything like when Kyle did it. Maybe it was because this was Tommy. Maybe it was because he was as nervous as I was.
Tommy took the head of my dick into his mouth, and I let out a loud sigh. He started swirling his tongue around the head, and his lips started to travel down the length of my dick. He got about half way down my shaft, and then he backed off. He applied suction as he backed off, and I thought he would implode my balls. It felt so good.
Then he went back down. This time, his lips made it a bit further down my shaft. I closed my eyes and moaned to let him know that he was doing a great job. Without realizing it, I put my hands on his head and began to push him down a bit further. Then I started lifting my hips to push my dick in and out of his mouth. It was great for me, but I worried that he might not be liking it when he started to back off from my dick and push back against my hands.
Evan was watching us intently now. I looked over at my brother and he smiled and winked at me. I smiled back at him and thought again that he was getting off by watching this. I noticed that he was now jacking his dick rapidly. He moaned every now and then, and he slid his legs up until his feet were almost in front of his ass and his knees were touching his chest. I didn't even realize until then that he had taken off his shorts.
He pushed his freehand between his legs, and I about came when I saw his finger slide into his own ass. My brother was finger fucking himself while jacking off watching Tommy suck my dick. I couldn't believe it. This made me hotter than ever. I started sliding my dick in and out of Tommy's mouth again, and he started to make small grunting noises.
Tommy pulled off of my dick and backed up. My hips kept rocking for a second trying to fuck my dick in and out of his mouth. I almost felt stupid, but Tommy didn't seem to notice. He just looked at me and licked his lips. He pulled his shorts off, and I did the same.
"Suck mine for a while, Chris," he panted.
We traded places and I went straight to his dick. I gripped it in my hand and watched as a drop of pearly precum appeared at his piss hole. At first I didn't think I would be able to stand it, but then I thought "a deal is a deal" as Evan had said to Cole.
I pushed my face closer to his dick, and I felt its slippery head against my lips. I put my tongue out and licked at his precum. It was slightly salty, but it wasn't repulsive. I heard his moan as the tip of my tongue touched his dick.
Then I opened my mouth and felt the head of his dick slide past my lips. It wasn't nearly as bad as I had always imagined it might be. His dick didn't taste bad. Actually there wasn't really a taste to it. The only smell was the slight smell of sweat from a day of playing basket ball.
I rocked my head back and forth as I brought more and more of his dick into my mouth. I surprised myself when I felt the head of his dick touching the back of my throat. I thought I would gag, but I didn't. I was more surprised when his dick started to slide down the back of my throat. Tommy gasped and placed his hand on the back of my head. He didn't push or anything. He just left his hand there.
Remembering Evan fingering his own ass, I ran my finger in the sweat that was running down the crease of Tommy's leg and got it nice and wet. Then I pushed it ever so slightly into his ass hole. His hole clamped down on my finger, but I wiggled it, and it finally loosened up. Tommy moaned, and I knew he was enjoying it.
He started to drive his dick in and out of my mouth much the way I had done to him. I knew that he might cum soon, but I didn't care. I was hooked on his dick, and I couldn't get enough of it. I loved the feeling of it sliding in and out of my mouth. I even liked the feeling of it sliding in and out of my throat. He must have liked it, too.
I pulled my finger out of his ass as soon as I felt his dick swell in my mouth. He pushed my face down into his pubes and I felt his cum shooting into and down the back of my throat. He held my head there, and I just kept swallowing. He was whimpering, and I knew he was loving it.
When Tommy was done cumming, he pushed my head off his dick and sat back panting. I looked at him and could tell that he'd really enjoyed his first blow job. I hoped that there would be more in the future. I pondered this until I heard Evan gasp.
I turned my head to look at my brother as stream after stream of his cum shot from his dick. His finger was still in his ass, and his eyes were clamped shut. He moaned over and over again, and then finally fell over onto his side. A look of pure satisfaction painted his face.
He opened his eyes and saw that both Tommy and I were staring at him. He smiled, and for the first time, he looked slightly embarrassed. When he got up from the bed and stood on the floor, his dick hung limp over his balls.
"I need a towel," he chuckled. Then he walked out of the room.
I looked over at Tommy, and we both started laughing. Tommy still had his hand wrapped around his softened dick, and he looked at me with tired eyes.
"You going to finish me off?" I asked him.
"Sorry, Chris," he said. "I don't think I can right now. I'm so tired."
"Come on, Tommy," I begged.
"Can't," he said, rolling over and pulling the cover up over him. In seconds he was asleep.
Evan came back into the room with a towel and looked at me. He smiled, and I smiled back. He was rubbing the towel over his stomach, wiping the cum off his body.
"That was hot," he said.
"Yeah," I said, sounding down.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said.
"You didn't get off, did you?" he asked.
"Nope," I said.
"Sorry, buddy," he said. "I'm going to take a shower. I reek."
"Don't use all the hot water, Evan," I said quickly. "I want a shower, too."
"Why don't we just shower together?" he asked. He smiled at me as he spoke.
"What?" I asked.
"We used to when we were little," he said. "This way theirs enough hot water for both of us."
With that, he kicked off his shorts and walked off toward the bathroom. I didn't know what to think. I wanted so much to be close to him, but he was my brother! I didn't know if I should want to be close to him. He probably didn't want me anyway. The bitch of it was that I really didn't care that we were brothers. What bothered me was that I wanted him and didn't think that he would want me.
I quietly got out of bed and followed him. When I got to the bathroom, he was adjusting the water so that it would be warm. He stepped in under the spray and held the shower door open for me.
I slid in with him, and he closed the door. Once the door was closed, he moved over a little to let the water fall on me, getting me wet. He tilted his head back and got his hair wet. Then he was shampooing his hair. His eyes were closed, and I took that chance to look his body over.
His pecs were solid, and his tan made his nipples stand out. There was no hair on his chest or stomach, and his muscular abs were quite visible. His thick patch of dark pubic hair crowned his big dick. It was soft now, but it still looked massive. It lay over his nutsack and swayed slightly as he vigorously washed his hair.
I didn't even realize he was watching me stare at his dick until he put the bottle of shampoo under my nose and turned us so that I could get my own hair wet. He smiled at me, but he didn't say anything as I tilted my had back and let the water flow over my hair.
I washed my hair quickly, and then capped the bottle and put it back on the shelf behind me. Evan took this opportunity to wash my back. He took the soap and got a good lather in his hands. Then I felt them rubbing the soap into my skin.
"You ok, little buddy?" he asked me.
"I'm fine," I said.
"You look a little down," he said. "You're not upset by what happened are you?"
"No," I said. "I liked that a lot."
"Then what's wrong?" he asked.
"I wanted to get off," I said.
"Is that's all that's wrong?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I said.
He spun me around so fast that I almost slipped and fell. His strong arms caught me before I could fall, though. Then he planted his face in front of mine, and before I even knew what was happening, his slips were on mine.
"I can take care of that, buddy," he said.
He turned off the water, and took my hand. After he dried me and then himself, he walked me back to our room. Instead of walking me back to my bed, he walked me over to his. He pushed me down on the bed and then went to turn off the light.
When he came back, he slid into the bed beside me. He turned on his side and started to rub my dick with his hand. He kissed me again, and this time I let my lips open just a little. I guess he took that as a sign that I wouldn't be freaked out, and he stuck his tongue into my mouth.
We lay there kissing for a while, and I reached over to fondle his dick like he was doing to mine. He warned me that he wouldn't be able to get off again for a while, so I just played with his balls. I couldn't believe that we were doing this. This was Evan, and I had his balls in my hand.
He moved slightly until he was almost on top of me. He kissed his way down my chest. He took extra special care of each of my nipples, causing me to moan a little. Then he let his tongue leave a trail down my stomach to my crotch. When his mouth engulfed my cock, I almost cried out.
His mouth moved up and down slowly, and then faster. He used his hand on the shaft to jack me as he sucked me, and I lay back and let the pleasure wash over me as my brother sucked my dick. He twisted his head back and forth, giving me even more pleasure.
But all too soon, I felt my balls boiling my cum up and out. I tried to warn him, but he just sucked harder. Then I was cumming into my brother's mouth. He held me as the waves of orgasm spread through my body. When I was finished cumming, he kissed his way back up my body to my face.
He lay there, holding me as I thought of what we had done. Was it dirty? Was it wrong? Those thoughts didn't last, though. I was too tired and too satisfied to think about it. In my brother's arms, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED