by Andrew J
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The late afternoon sun felt good as Tom and I lay on the grass in Central Park. We’d just spent the earlier part of the day at the Met, and had a few hours to kill before Tom had to go to work.
“You amazed me, hotstuff,” Tom said, as he massaged my shirtless
torso. “I had no idea you knew so much about Art.” I had taken
several courses in Art History in college, and loved going to museums. The
Met was one of my favorites.
“So, Tom.” I said hesitantly.
“Yes?” Tom said as he kissed my neck and the back of my ears.
“There’s something that’s been bugging me for a few days…” I started.
“What’s on your mind, handsome?” he asked, continuing with the kisses.
“Well, um… it’s not that important and I don’t really care what the answer is, but, um… remember that morning you came to the hotel, and I fell asleep and you got Dan off?”
“Uh huh.” More kisses.
“Well, what did you do with my big bro?”
“What do you mean?” Tom asked. He stopped kissing me for a second, but quickly resumed.
“I mean… how did you get him off, and how did you get off?” I asked. “Not that I’m jealous or I care or anything.” I lied. I guess I was a bit jealous that he’d entered our space. This was the first time Tom had gotten Dan off without me, so I just had to know.
Tom smiled affectionately, just a bit embarrassed. “Well, let me show you.”
“First, I gave Dan a really good backrub, just like he asked.” He turned me over so I was lying on my stomach and started massaging my back. “He always has knots on his shoulders up here, and usually more on the left side. Comes from carrying his laptop case the way he does.”
He rubbed my shoulders, but quickly moved down, where he used his strong fingers to deep massage into the muscles in my lower back. “You, on the other hand, carry your stress in your lower and mid back.”
God it felt so good. I could feel my stress melting as he worked my muscles. When he pulled down my shorts a bit to work on my upper butt, I was already completely melted.
“While I was working on his back, I told your big bro the things that I found beautiful about him. His gorgeous body, his great musculature, his beautiful tan, his cute face.” Tom kissed me on the back of my neck. He lingered there for a while, and then said, “Just like his baby brother.”
“Really?” I loved it when he showered me with attention.
“Mmm hmm…” Tom said, half smiling, running his tongue along my earlobe. “You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever been with. You get me going every single time.”
I reached over and touched his face, and smiled, thinking how good my life was with Tom as my boyfriend.
“Yep. You’re sexy… like, our sex is the best I’ve ever had. I can barely keep up with you. And god you’re smart. You’re scary smart, you know that?” Tom looked at me with such love. “You're way smarter than me. I mean, I was an art major for like the year I went to college before I dropped out, but didn’t know any of the stuff you knew about at the Met. All that stuff about the Inpressionists and the Renaissance and stuff… It was so cool to be with you. I think intelligence is sexiest thing about a man. I love the time we spend together when I’m learning stuff from you. No wonder you're getting an MBA.”
Tom’s big arms circled my shoulders and he gently turned me over. I was proud of being a good student, and took pride in my knowledge of the Arts.
“And I love the way you were with my family on Sunday. I can tell they all really like you. My mom won’t stop talking about you. And Luke keeps asking when you're coming over again.”
“Seriously?” I asked. “What about Dan?”
“Well, they thought he was nice too. But my mom really, really likes you.” Tom’s hands were roaming all over my chest and my nipples were getting erect. His touch, mixed with the warm sun and the cool breeze in the air were arousing me and I could feel my cock stiffening.
“So then when Dan turned over, I could tell he sort of wanted to get off. He was getting hard, and he started zoning out… you know how he does that?”
Yep. I did. I knew that look. Big Bro would close his eyes, sort of tense up slightly like his body was withdrawing inwards, and he’d get hard. Then if I was kneeling he’d reach for my head and –
“Then he reached for my head and pressed me down, against his side, level with his navel.” Tom continued, “And he pressed into my head with his fingers.”
As he spoke, he moved downwards to my navel, and gently tickling and licking my abs, he positioned himself on my side. Then he looked up at me.
It somehow felt right to take my hand and put it on his head. I tentatively ruffled his beautiful head of hair, thinking he could use a haircut. He started kissing and sucking my skin on my side, right above the waistband of underwear, which was well above my low rise shorts. “Mmmm… you are so hot.” He said.
I noticed that two shirtless roller-bladers had stopped blading not too far from us and had sat down on the grass, and were “busy” re-adjusting their rollerblades. They kept eyeing us.
“You know we have a bit of an audience.” Tom said. I just closed my eyes and continued stroking his head. It wasn’t bothering me.
“So, I was lying at big bro's side, and he was completely hard.” Tom said, lightly touching my fully erect cock, which was fighting for release from my underwear. Tom tentatively pulled my underwear and shorts down.
“Hey. We’re in public. We can’t do that!” I said, pulling my shorts back up.
“Sure we can,” Tom gently moved my hands away and pulled my shorts down again. “In fact, if I know anything about Dan’s baby bro, it’s that he likes to show his stuff just as much as his big bro does.”
“Really? You think I’m like Dan?!”
“More than you know, handsome. And just as adventurous. You know Dan would be naked by now.” Dan had pulled my briefs and shorts all the way down to my knees.
I couldn’t argue with that. Any chance my big bro got to put on a show for people he would take. And the nakedness felt amazing on my cock and balls, now completely free. My erection was steel hard and pointing straight out. My smooth balls were rising and falling, gently tickling my inner thighs with their motion.
“Oh man,” Tom said. His throat was dry, and he was staring at my naked body sprawled in front of him. The two roller-bladers at a distance had stopped pretending to be adjusting their blades, and were watching us intently. One of them was playing with himself under his shorts.
“So I lay beside Dan, and he started jerking off.” Tom lay with his head at my side, and I grabbed his head and pressed it into me. Hard, with my fingers. Just like Dan would do.
“I didn’t touch big bro or anything, but man I wanted to reach out and jerk him off.” Tom reached out and grabbed my cock.
“Huh?” I said weakly. Talking about the kneeling thing with someone else was hitting me deep inside, in a place noone else had ever been before. I could have shot my load right then.
“Yeah… and I would have licked his balls,” Tom moved in and started licking my balls, dry at first, then, with a moist tongue. The breeze was cool against where he’d licked and it was driving me crazy. “Ooh man…” he continued licking me around my balls, as I spread my legs and guided him to my perineum with my hand, still on his head.
“And I would have licked the underside of Dan’s long shaft” And, with long, broad slow paced licks, he licked the sensitive underside of my cock over and over. “God your big bro’s shaft is long. His cock is humungous. Just like yours.”
“Uhhh…” I whimpered. I couldn’t take his verbalizations. His fantasies were a mirror of my own, like he could read my mind.
“Man, you smell just like your big brother too,” Tom said, deeply inhaling my scent.
I was clutching his head with both my hands now, and pressing deeply into his skull with my fingertips, just the way Dan would always do to me. I could feel my orgasm building up and I looked down at Tom, my beautiful boyfriend, who was intently looking up at me with his puppy-dog eyes.
“You know I’d do anything to make you happy, handsome.” He said.
My orgasm was at the point of no return. I grabbed his head, and with one quick, rough upward thrust of my hips, I shoved my exploding cock deep into his mouth. He opened wide and eagerly accepted me, and I erupted down his throat.
“Uhhh… mmm…. Uhhh…” I shouted, as I held his head down firm on my pulsating cock. It was buried deep down to the hilt, and Tom was milking my cock with his tongue for all it was worth.
"Ahhh... ahhh..." I moaned. After about 7 powerful orgasmic spurts I opened my eyes. Tom was still looking up at me, and his eyes were watering. I quickly withdrew, realizing the poor guy hadn’t breathed the entire time. I pulled him up to me.
Tom sheepishly looked down, and I noticed a huge wetspot in his shorts. “I came too,” he said.
We both laughed. I grabbed my shorts, put them back on, and we lay back down together, holding each other. In the corner of my eyes I noticed the roller-bladers getting up and leaving. That’s right. The show is over, guys, I thought to myself.
“Mmmm… that was real nice,” I said to Tom, kissing him on the lips.
“Yeah, it was.” Tom said, continuing, “Hey, I never did any of that with Dan. It was all just a fantasy. You know that, right?”
I laughed. “Of course I know that. I’ve been doing the Kneeling Thing since I was a teenager. Nothing ever happens.” I was a bit irritated with Tom for trying to tell me stuff about the Kneeling Thing. I practically invented the Kneeling Thing.
“You know what the one single difference between you and Dan is?” Tom said, as I lay enveloped between his strong biceps and chest.
I closed my eyes and leaned into him, and sighed. It was a perfect afternoon and a perfect moment, and nothing could change it, I thought to myself as we lay there. We silently took in the sights and sounds of Central Park… the birds, the distant shouts of people and passers-by, an occasional group of people walking by on the path the roller-bladers had been on.
I’ll come back to Central Park every day before I leave, I thought to myself.
“Umm... can I tell you something?” Tom said, after a few minutes. His voice was nervous all of a sudden, and I noticed his hands had gotten slightly clammy.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“I think I… No, I know I…”
I turned around to face him. He was looking at me earnestly, and I was a bit concerned.
“What’s on your mind, Tom?” I asked.
“Umm… what I want to say is that, I… I… I love you.”
At that moment, I did precisely what any 23 year old, supremely invincible, and supremely insecure, gay man would have done at the mention of the ‘L’ word. I freaked out.
(to be continued…)
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