"Who wouldn't forget, Dalton,"
Lyle said, grinning as he padded barefoot across the floor toward us,
the blanket hanging loosely on his shoulders revealing his half hard
cock. "If I had a hunk like your brother in my arms, I surely
wouldn't be thinking of anything else except maybe a cup of that coffee
I smelled brewing."
"Help yourself, Lyle; how about you Tip, do you want a cup?" I
asked casually, smiling at seeing Lyle wasn't wearing the briefs that
had been laid out on the bed.
"Lot's of cream in mine but no sugar," Tip responded, glancing at
Dalton with a twinkle in his eyes, as he followed Lyle, clutching the
blanket around him rather than letting it fall open.
"I'm going to have a glass of milk instead," Dalton said sheepishly,
glancing at us and finally smiling.
Lyle and I sat down at the table while Dalton poured himself a glass of
milk and lingered at the counter, his embarrassment fading as he
watched Tip fixing his coffee. Tip's blanket fell open as
he poured milk into the mug, and I saw Dalton's eyes brighten as he
I felt a twinge of jealousy at the way he was looking at Tip, and Lyle
confirmed what I was feeling when he leaned over and said softly, "I
think they like each other, don't you?"
"Dalton told me he liked Tip; and, from what he said they talked about
yesterday when they were swimming, I think Tip likes Dalton just as
much," I said quietly, breathing in deeply before taking a sip of
"Did, Dalton tell you what they talked about?" he asked,
cautiously glancing toward Tip and Dalton still standing at the counter
with their heads together.
"In general he did, Lyle; but it sounded like Dalton did most of
the talking, and he told Tip about how we found out that we are both
gay. I already knew I was, but Dalton was struggling with his
feelings toward other boys. We've been talking about it ever since I've
been home, and he is feeling better about himself," I replied still
hedging a little, undecided if I should tell him about our
involvement with each other when I glanced up, and saw Tip moving
us while Dalton was going into the bedroom.
"Dalt said he had to take a leak, and then we're gonna lie down for
awhile. I told him that I was feeling kind of tired from riding
bike over in the rain and then taking a hot shower. He said you
two were talking and would probably be at it the rest of the
afternoon and that he didn't feel like sitting around talking," Tip
clutching his blanket around him tightly and smiling sheepishly, his
eyes twinkling brightly.
"Are we going to sit around talking, Carl?" Lyle asked, breathing
in deeply and shrugging his shoulders while letting the blanket fall
"That depends," I answered, feeling a hot surge in my groin at the
sight of his lean muscled chest expanding, his abdominal muscles
contracting into two hard ridges separated by a trail of silky dark
reddish brown hair descending down from his navel, spreading across his
pelvis and surrounding the base of his swelling cock.
"What depends on what?" Dalton asked, glancing at Lyle and then at Tip
as he came out of the bedroom wearing only his briefs and carrying two
"Whether or not we will be talking the rest of the afternoon, depends
on how long it will take Lyle to tell me the long story he mentioned
when he and Tip came in out of the rain," I said, answering
"Oh...,well, you guys can talk all you want, we're going to take a
nap," he answered, glancing down at Lyle's crotch and grinning at Tip.
"You don't think they are really going
a nap, do you?" Lyle asked softly as we watched them go up into
"That's up to them, Lyle," I said breathing in deeply.
"Tip wants Dalton to fuck him. Do you think he will?" he
"That is up to them, Lyle," I replied as I ran my hands over my chest
and stretched my arms over my head, looking at him and asking, "Would
it make a difference if he does?"
"No...,he told me he wanted to try it with Dalton," he answered,
hesitating for a moment, looking at my chest. "Do you remember me
telling you I wanted to fuck Tip, but he wouldn't let me because he
thought my cock would hurt too much?"
"Yes, you said he thought you were too big," I said, interrupting
and flexing my muscles, pretending to be getting the kinks out.
"That's why he wants to do it with Dalton first," he said, hesitating
again, his breathing quickening as he watched my chest muscles ripple.
"Because he thinks Dalton is smaller than you are?" I replied, smiling
and inwardly savoring the thought of Dalton's thick cock filling Tips
ass. "He isn't much smaller than you are, Lyle." I said, running my
hand down into my crotch teasing him.
"He won't hurt him, will he?" he asked, his voice a little tentative.
"A little, at first, it always does until you relax," I cooed softly as
I stood and seductively slid my briefs down, freeing the blood engorged
length of my cock.
He didn't move as I kicked the briefs from around my ankles, pulling my
shirt off as I moved around the table. I stood in front of him
watching his cock swell and harden, jutting up from his crotch.
Leaning down, I
slid my hands under his arms, and he stood as I lifted
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned, looking into my eyes as he slid his arms around
me and molded his body to mine.
His lips were soft and succulent; his tongue a hot rapier, searching
and dueling with mine. His cock felt hot pressed against mine,
and I felt the fires of desire building.
"Oh, God, Carl, I've been wanting that," he said leaning back in my
arms as our lips parted, a smoldering fire of lust burning in the
depths of his hazel eyes.
"Is that all you've been wanting?" I asked running my hands over the
velvety softness of his back and kneading the hard flesh of his
"That's up to you, Carl," he whispered.
The light was fading in the windows and
the rain's intensity hadn't diminished. "The long story will have
to wait," I said to myself as I flipped the light switch, grinning at
the sound of a low "Oh, shit, Dalt," drifting down from the loft.