Date: Sun, 15 May 2022 22:58:17 +0200 From: Kinky boy Subject: My Straight Brother chapter 17 Please make a donation to Nifty. https://donate.nifty.org/ This is a mutiple chapter story. If you wish to contact me, you can do so by email. I'll respond to every email. Before you start reading, I want to thank Valentin Delgrado for his help to check my chapters. I got in contact with him after reading his beautiful story Brotherly games. If you want to read a good story check out: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/brotherly-games/ I recently started a new story, which you can read here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/almost-twins If you ever feel like proofreading my stories (and correcting my gramatical mistakes), please let me know. You would do me a great favor! Chapter 17 We were the first to arrive at the construction site. It was an old building that was going to be renovated to have a shop downstairs and a loft upstairs. Tim poured himself a cup of coffee, from the thermos flask he had brought. I couldn't stand the taste of coffee. I took some cold water. "Looking forward to working here?" Tim asked between two sips. "More like looking forward to working for you." I winked "Master..." Just as I said it, four guys came in. Shit, I hoped they hadn't heard what I said. I needed to be more careful. To the outside world, we were brothers, after all. Tim introduced us: "This is Eddy." He said as he pointed to a big middle-aged bald guy. "Mario (he pointed to a handsome, roughly looking guy with lots of tattoos in his mid-twenties), Ben (A blond guy with a small beard, I would guess early thirties) and Mark (a muscular black man who I couldn't put an age on. He could be 25, but he could be 40 aswell.)" Of all the men, I only knew Mario. I never had seen him, but Tim had told me about him. Mario was Tim's right hand man. They have worked together since Tim started his business. "We're just waiting for your partner." Tim said to me, while he drank the last bit of his coffee. What did he mean with that? I thought I would be working with Tim. "Ah, there he is!" Tim said as he put his cup away. Through the window I saw a young guy coming towards the site. He looked too skinny to be a construction worker. When he entered the room, I saw that he could not be much older than me. No way he was 20 yet. "And this is Robbie." Tim introduced him. "Robbie, you'll take Sander under your wing today." Robbie nodded. He didn't seem happy about it though. I was disappointed. I thought I would be close to Tim all day, and now I had to work with someone who didn't seem to like me. "Sander, you can go upstairs with Robbie. He'll tell you what to do." Tim told me. I followed the guy upstairs. I feared it would be a long day. Once upstairs, Robbie handed me the necessary tools. "We have to break out the wooden floor today. Unlike the real construction workers, we two only destroy things." "Aren't you a real construction worker?" I asked, surprised. Robbie scoffed. "No, I'm just a student, making some money during the summer holiday. I'm glad your brother hired me. I wasn't eager to go back to the supermarket and stock shelves like I did last year." Robbie became more talkative. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy and he just hated mornings? "To tell you the truth, I'm not very handy. But your brother gives me stuff that can't be messed up." He smiled. When he smiled, he was actually quite handsome. Robbie took off his sweater before beginning to work. He was wearing a singlet underneath. I had thought he was a skinny scrawny guy, but now I got a better look at him, I saw that he was slim muscular. "You're starting your last year of high school in September, your brother told me. Any ideas what you're going to do after that?" He asked while he picked up pliers to get some nails out of the wood. "I don't know yet. I thought about history, but I'm not sure." I answered. "I'm going to my second year at the Katholieke Universiteit Leuven (Catholic University of Leuven) at the end of September. My goal is to get my masters in movement and sport science." Robbie told me while he kept removing nails from floorboards. I felt a bit embarrassed. I had assumed that because he was a construction worker, he wouldn't be intelligent . I hated when I caught myself in such prejudice. After all, Tim was very intelligent and could easily have been a scientist, but he just didn't feel like it, he liked to work with his hands. "What can you do with a masters in movement and sport science?" I asked him. "Well, I can be a sport coach, or sport manager. Or I could be a personal trainer to professional athletes. Or maybe I will study medicine after my masters and become a sports doctor. I don't know yet." He raised his shoulders. I took a thingy (I can't be bothered to learn real names) to remove the planks and started on them. I was barely started, or I heard Robbie yell: "No, no, stop, you're doing it wrong!" I stood up and looked puzzled at him. What was he going on about? The planks needed to be removed, I was removing them. He came over to me. "When bending down, always go through your knees." He explained it to me. "The way you were standing, upright and bent from the hips, is very damaging for your back." He touched my back and it sent a tingle down my spine. "This muscle gets damaged in the long run, if you'll always bend over like that." He pushed me down, so that I was squatting. "This posture is much better for your back." He smiled at me. "You'll thank me in 25 years, when you won't have back problems and other people of your age will." He smiled again, patted me on the back, and went back to what he was doing. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he is a great guy. We worked in silence for a while. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Robbie asked out of the blue. The question caught me of guard. I didn't know why, but I didn't want to admit to this guy that I was gay. "No, I don't." I said, without actually lying. "How about you?" "I'm still single." He replied. And that was the end of the conversation. Damn, why was I so bad at making small talk. I kept thinking about things to say. "Do you like the work?" I asked him, just to show I wanted to communicate with him. "Well, sort of..." He said a bit evasive. "It's great working for your brother. He's a great boss." He continued. "Yeah, he is a great guy." I confirmed. "He does remind me of someone." He said. "Who?" I was curious to know who Tim reminded him of. "My ex. They are the same physical type, but Tim has a much better character, I'm sure." He said while working. So he was gay. I had not expected that. I wondered if Tim knew. Or maybe Tim knew, and he had put me to work with Robbie on purpose. "When did you start working here?" I asked him. "I'm very new, I only started on Wednesday." He informed me. Wednesday, that was the same day that Tim asked me if I would want to work with him. Was Tim up to something? Once we were more used to each other, I enjoyed the work together. I was sweating like hell and so was Robbie. Suddenly, I felt cold water splashing on my neck. I yelped in surprise and turned around, only to be met with more water in my face. Robbie was laughing out loud. "Haha, you should have seen your face!" He laughed. Well, two could play that game. I took my water bottle and squirted water at him. We were both laughing like children. He came over and started to play-wrestle with me. It was actually quite fun. I was surprised when I heard Tim call us to lunch. Time flies when you're in great company. During lunch, I noticed Robbie staring a lot at Tim. Yep, I was sure now. Robbie was lusting for my boyfriend. It made me proud to be honest. I just didn't know if Tim was aware of it all. After lunch, Robbie and I went back upstairs to finish where we left off. We were done with the big room. We needed to bring the planks outside, where they would be picked up. It was a tedious job, with lots of lifting, walking up and down stairs. Finally, the last planks were laying in the garden, ready to be picked up. I stretched my back. I knew I would be sore tomorrow. Robbie on the other hand, didn't seem fazed. He looked at me while I was stretching. It had been ages since I had been to the gym, and I realized I should go again. Robbie went to the hedge, standing out of sight for anyone except me. He stood there; his legs spread. I saw him opening his fly and taking his dick out. My dick started to chub up. "You'll have a better look if you come over here." Robbie laughed. Fuck he caught me staring. I turned away and I felt my face turning red. Fuck, I hadn't even realized that I was staring at his pissing dick. I quickly went inside, to avoid him. Was he mad at me for staring at his dick? Or was he actually inviting me to stare at his dick? I couldn't tell. I just knew that I was embarrassed for being caught and that my heart was racing like hell. How would I handle myself now? Fuck, I was such an idiot. "Hey, where did you go?" I heard Robbie's voice behind me. "I...I...err..." I started to stammer. "Hey guys, can you come over here? I need your help!" Tim shouted from downstairs. Saved by my brother. Thank God! I heard Robbie go down and I waited for a few seconds, just to avoid being close to him. "Boss?" Robbie called for Tim who was nowhere to be seen. "Where are you?" Robbie looked quizzingly to me, I raised my shoulders. It was suspiciously quiet in the building. I noticed the van that the 4 other builders came in was gone. What the hell was going on? "In here!" we heard Tim call us with his sternest voice. I followed Robbie to the back of the building. We entered a small room, which had no windows. In there we found Tim, standing in the middle of the room, his legs slightly spread, and his arms crossed. He pointed with his chin to the wall. "Sit down!" I was confused. Were we in trouble? Had we done something wrong? I tried to catch Robbie's eye, but he didn't look at me. We both went to the wall and sat on the ground, looking up at Tim. "Okay faggots." Tim continued. I was immediately relieved. Tim would never call me faggot if he was angry. But it confused me. What were his intentions? What was going on? I looked at Robbie, who was looking down. "I've sent the others home. It's too hot to work today. And it gives me the opportunity to deal with you faggots." Tim explained. I looked up at me and he winked at me. I liked where this was going. "Sander, do you know why I hired this queer?" Tim said while he nodded in Robbie's direction. "Or maybe Robbie wants to tell you himself." Robbie looked up to Tim. "Go on, tell him!" Tim ordered. "I like construction workers." Robbie said with a faint voice. Tim chuckled. "It's not that you just like them, you're obsessed with them." Robbie made a sound that could either be agreement or embarrassment. It was faint. He continued to look at the ground. Then he slightly turned his head and looked at me. I gave him an encouraging smile. "Tell Sander about it!" Tim told Robbie. Now Robbie looked up a bit more and looked straight at me. I hoped he saw that I was not judging him. It did seem so, because he looked a little less worried. "I've got a thing for construction workers." He started, more mumbling than speaking. I felt like I had to help the poor guy a bit. "Yeah, construction workers are sexy as hell!" I agreed. Robbie faintly smiled at me. He realized that I was not thinking of him as being weird because he had a fetish for construction workers. At least, that's what I hoped he did. It worked, because when he started talking again, he was more confident. "I noticed the first day when they started to work on this building, that the workers were extremely sexy." He told me. "I rode my bike more than once past the building, to catch a glimpse of them." So far, he didn't tell me anything I was shocked about. It was quite understandable. After all, I started by taking pictures of Tim too, whenever I could. We all do crazy stuff when we are attracted to someone. "And last week," Tim chimed in. "I caught him behind the bushes, behind the building." I saw Robbie's face turning deep red. "He was wanking while he was spying on us." Tim chuckled. "He was so into it, watching the guys, that he didn't saw me coming from behind. You should have seen the look on his face when I called him out." Tim started laughing. He came closer to Robbie, standing right in front of him. Robbie didn't dare to look up. "I bet you were surprised when I offered you a job, weren't you?" He said while he stomped Robbie's feet soft but decisive with his own foot. Robbie looked up. "Yes..." Robbie answered. Tim tossed Robbie his keys. "Go lock up the building!" As soon as Robbie left the room, Tim came over to me and squatted down in front of me. "Do you want this? We can stop if you don't like it." He reassured me. "No, it's okay!" I responded. Tim ruffled my hair and gave me a quick kiss on the top of my head. Robbie came back in and handed the keys back to Tim. He wanted to go back to his place on the ground, but Tim grabbed him by the wrist. Robbie turned around, a bit surprised. Tim guided Robbie's hand to his crotch. "Is this what you've been dreaming of?" He hissed. Robbie nodded. "Faggot!" Tim responded and pushed his hand away. Tim took a barstool that stood against the other wall and leaned on it. "Do you like each other?" He asked us. Neither Robbie nor I replied. "Well, fags? I asked you something!" He said, more severely. "Yes." We both answered almost simultaneously. "Okay, I want you to feel each other's dicks." Tim said. Robbie and I looked at each other for a moment. We scooted closer to each other, and we both hesitated for a second. I was the first to make a move. I placed my hand on Robbie's thigh. Robbie needed that encouragement apparently, because he then placed his hand on my crotch. He gave it a gentle squeeze. I moved my hand and grabbed his crotch. I could feel that Robbie was hard. We were feeling each other up for a while. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Tim rubbing his crotch too. I liked how Robbie was massaging my dick. "You guys should kiss each other." Tim suggested. There was, however, little room for interpretation. The tone in his voice made it clear it was an order. Robbie and I brought our faces closer. Robbie tilted his head slightly. I leaned in and our lips met. It was hesitant at first, but it was clear Robbie was turned on, because he started to kiss me more passionately. I was still massaging his dick. Robbie softly moaned. I opened my eyes to glance at Tim. He was still leaning on his barstool. I could see in his blue worker pants that there was a big spot of precum leaking from his dick. "Robbie!" Tim abruptly called. Robbie startled and stopped kissing me. We both looked at Tim. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground. Robbie stood up, walked to Tim and kneeled where he had pointed. "Good boy!" Tim mocked. Tim grabbed his crotch in his big manly hand. "You've been eyeing this since the first day, haven't you?" "Yes, Sir!" Robbie replied. Tim petted him on the head. "How does it feel, to be closer than ever to this dick, and still not able to touch it?" "It feels great, Sir, I want to touch it too, Sir!" Robbie replied as if he was talking to a drill sergeant in the army. I had to say I enjoyed the show. I had put my hands down my pants and was slowly caressing my dick. "Beg for it, faggot!" Tim hissed. "Please Sir, let me touch your dick, Sir!" Robbie begged. "How bad do you want it?" Tim taunted Robbie. "I've fantasized about it, Sir. I wanted to see how big it was. I wanted to feel it in my hand, in my mouth and in my ass. Please Sir!" Robbie pleaded. Tim stood up and came closer to Robbie. His crotch was only centimeters away from Robbie's face. I could see the look in Robbie's eyes, while he looked up to Tim. He thought he was finally going to get what he had been dreaming of. I saw Tim lifting his leg. He put his foot against Robbie's shoulder and pushed him down. "I'm not convinced you're worthy of my dick." He said casually and sat back on his barstool. Tim winked at me. "I am Sir, please, let me show you!" Robbie pleaded. "Tell me Robbie, do you like my brother?" Tim asked while he crossed his arms Robbie looked puzzled for a second, as if he only then remembered that I was present. "Yes Sir, I do!" Robbie replied. "Do you say that, because you think that's the fastest way to my dick, faggot?" "No Sir, I really like him, Sir!" Robbie answered. "He's sweet, good-looking, funny and super sexy." Robbie looked at me. "And he is a great kisser, Sir." Robbie concluded. I felt flattered. "Well, let's say we let Sander test-drive you. If he's pleased, I may consider you getting my cock." Tim said as he looked at me. "Sander, stand up!" I did as I was told. Robbie was still on his knees, but now his torso was twisted while he looked behind him at me. Tim stood up, grabbed a fistful of Robbie's hair. Tim walked across the room towards me, holding Robbie's hair in his hand, while Robbie tried his best to follow. You could tell Tim was not really hurting Robbie. It was more about control than actual pain. When they arrived where I was standing, Tim pushed Robbie back on his knees. Tim pushed me against the wall. He held me there with his underarm against my chest. He winked and smiled at me. He let go of Robbie and with his free hand, he fished my dick out of my pants. At that point, my dick was so hard. Tim again took a fistful of Robbie's hair and pushed him towards my dick. Robbie engulfed my dick in one go. Tim set the pace by pulling Robbie's hair. It felt great. Robbie was a good sucker. I had to concentrate not to cum. I looked at Tim and told him without words that I was fucking enjoying this. Robbie was moaning around my cock, while Tim kept controlling his sucking. Suddenly Tim leaned in and kissed me. He was roughly kissing me. Robbie had stopped sucking and made a barely audible sound around my cock. I couldn't tell if he was shocked, disgusted, or pleasantly surprised. "What, faggot? Got a problem with that?" He asked while he took Robbie's face in his hand. "No Sir, I think it's hot. It's such a turn-on!" He said meekly. Robbie continued sucking. Tim got behind me and took off my shirt. He started pulling my nipples as Robbie was giving me awesome head. The boy did know what he was doing. I was squirming, because the pleasure he was giving me was too much to handle. I felt Tim's dick pressing in my back. I reached around over my head to put my arm in Tim's neck. I started moaning from pleasure. Tim abruptly pulled Robbie away from my dick. "It seems you're good enough, according to my brother." He said. He stood before Robbie and pushed Robbie's face in his crotch. It was clear that this was what Robbie hoped would happen. He pushed his face deeper in Tim's crotch. He grabbed Tim's ass, but Tim pushed his hands away. "Sander!" Tim said with a stern voice, while he pointed at his feet. I kneeled next to Robbie. Robbie put his arm around my waist. He stopped licking Tim's crotch and turned to me. He kissed me. "Look at you, fag boys, making out with each other!" Tim scoffed. He pulled his dick out of his pants and smacked his hard member against our faces while we kissed. I think he felt like we were shutting him out. "Hey, sluts! Time to suck my dick." Tim took control again. Robbie and I broke our kiss and while I took Tim's dick at the base, Robbie started sucking him. It was a great sight to see. While Robbie continued to suck Tim's dick, I went down and started sucking on Robbie's dick through his pants. This caused Robbie to moan. I opened his pants and took out his dick. It was wet with precum. I took it in my mouth. Robbie's precum tasted sweeter than any other precum I had tasted. He held his hand on my head and pushed me gently down on his dick, while he bucked his hips, fucking my mouth. Suddenly, he pushed me off his dick. I thought I had done something wrong, but when he placed his hand under my chin and stopped sucking Tim to kiss me, I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. While we were kissing, Robbie guided my face to Tim's cock. I guess he wanted to see me suck Tim. I was happy to oblige. I took the tip of Tim's dick in my mouth and let it rest there. Tim took the hint and started thrusting his dick in and out of me. In the meantime, Robbie was licking Tim's balls. Robbie stopped sucking Tim's balls and gave attention to Tim's dick. We made out around Tim's dick. While we were kissing, Tim trusted his dick in between our mouths. Tim started to go faster and faster, groaning and panting. Robbie had taken my dick in his hand and wanked, while I did the same for him. I knew that if we didn't stop now, we would go past the point of no return and shoot our loads. I tried to stop, but the pleasure was too great to stop. Tim was the first to cum. He grabbed both our heads while he shot loads of hot sperm in between our Robbie and me. We kept on kissing, mixing the cum with our tongues. Robbie was the next. He held his breath for a second and then moaned loudly. I felt his dick spasm in my hand as he shot ropes of hot cum on my abs and dick. This made me cum too. I had one arm around Tim's right leg, and with the other I held Robbie close, while he kept jerking my dick until the last drop of cum had come out. All three of us were panting, sweating and neither of us were able to move. I smiled at Robbie, who seemed in a blissful afterglow. We both looked up to Tim, who had a shit eating grin on his face. "Are you guys ready for more?" He asked. "After a short break." I answered while I wiped the sweat from my brow. "Yeah, I need to catch my breath too." Tim replied. He stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me and Robbie alone. "That. Was. Fucking. Awesome!" Robbie said, still in ecstasy. I laughed at his expression. We both stood up. He took me in his arms and gave me a hug. "You're sexy." He whispered in my ear. "You are too!" I whispered back. Tim came back in with a six-pack of beer. Robbie turned, so that we were both facing Tim, but he kept his arm around my shoulder, as did I around him. "Cute." Tim scoffed: "Two faggots holding each other." He kissed me on the lips while he handed me a beer. He did the same with Robbie. He sat back on his barstool, facing us. We opened our beers and took a gulp. That is, Robbie and Tim did, I only sipped. I don't like beer. But I couldn't stay behind and be the sissy, so I drank it. Besides it was hot and after the effort and sweating, I needed to hydrate. Tim had put his dick away, but we stood there, still with our dicks and balls hanging out. Tim was the first to finish his beer, he crushed the can and threw it in the corner. He burped. He stood up and started massaging his dick through his pants. "Now which of you fag boys wants to get fucked?" He asked. "Me!" Robbie shouted enthusiastically. In the blink of an eye he undid his pants, dropped them and sat on all fours, face down, ass up. I wouldn't have mind to be fucked too, but I would have many chances with Tim, so I'll let Robbie do the honors now. Tim got on his knees behind Robbie. He milked his dick and let the precum drop in Robbie's ass crack. "Sander, get his hole ready!" Tim ordered me. I got behind Robbie, on all fours, and started licking Robbie's hole. It was an intoxicating experience. Robbie's sweat mixed with Tim's precum. Robbie moaned while I worked on his ass. With both hands, I spread his ass cheeks apart, to get better access to his hole. Suddenly, Tim's hand pushed the back of my head, to get my face even deeper in Robbie's ass. I pushed my tongue inside of Robbie. "Oh fuck yeah!" Robbie groaned. "Fuck me with your tongue!" Tim walked around us and kneeled in front of Robbie's face. He groped Robbie's hair and lifted his face up. With his other hands, he took his dick out of his pants. He slapped his dick a few times against Robbie's cheek, before he rammed it in Robbie's eager mouth. I heard Robbie gagging a few times, but he didn't pull off. "I think his ass is ready now!" Tim concluded. He pulled Robbie off his dick, stood up and walked over to where I was still rimming Robbie. I got up and Tim took my place. He placed his big dick against Robbie's hole. Robbie pushed his ass a little backward, to indicate he was ready for it. Tim placed his hands on Robbie's hips and started to push his monster in. I saw Robbie holding his breath and turning red. Yeah, accommodating Tim's giant dickhead wasn't easy. But Robbie did a good job. Tim was being patient and caring, even though he acted like a bully. I knew it was an act, one that turned him on. I suddenly wondered if Robbie knew. Maybe Robbie thought Tim was a bully. It felt like something I had to clarify later. I couldn't bear the thought that someone thought ill of Tim. I was awoken from my wandering by a loud moaning. It seemed Robbie got accustomed to Tim's dick, and Tim was now really pounding Robbie. Determined not to be a bystander in this hot tableau in front of me, I walked over to where Robbie's face was. He no longer had his face on the ground. He looked straight at me and winked. It was clear he was enjoying himself. I sat down in front of me and kissed him. I whispered in his ear: "Do you want to fuck me?" He didn't respond, he just bit his lip and nodded slowly, as if that was the best suggestion he ever heard. I laid down and scooted under him. I raised my legs and put them around his hips where I felt Tim holding them in place. My ass was now available for Robbie's hard dick. I spat in my hand and coated Robbie's dick with it. I did the same for my hole. It was not much of a lube, but Robbie's dick was wet from cum and precum. It would have to do. Tim paused a moment, so that Robbie could position to fuck me. I felt Robbie's dickhead against my ass. I tried to relax as much as I could. I was a bit surprised when his dick entered me with such ease. Robbie kept pushing in. It was clear that he had no choice, since Tim was pushing his dick harder in Robbie. When Robbie was balls deep in, he gently started to fuck me. It was more of a sign for Tim to recommence pounding again. Tim didn't need much encouragement though. Tim started to pound again. Whenever Tim slammed his dick hard in Robbie, Robbie couldn't help but slam his dick in me. In a way, Tim was fucking both of us. "Fucking faggots." He groaned as he kept drilling Robbie's hole. Robbie leaned over. I crossed my hand behind his neck and looked into his eyes. He was biting his underlip in ecstasy. I looked past him and saw Tim fucking. It was a great sight to see. Sweat was pearling from his chest down. He noticed me looking and winked before he mouthed "I love you!". I mouthed it back. "I'm going to cum!" Robbie announced. I hadn't expected him to cum so soon, but the boy was horny. I grabbed my dick and started wanking. As soon as he started shooting his load, I orgasmed too. Ropes of cum landed between us. Some landed on my chest, some on Robbie's. There was even some cum landing on my face and behind my head. The twitching of his asshole must have triggered Tim, because he threw his head back and started groaning loudly. He pounded Robbie so hard while he shot his load, because Robbie almost fell over. When Tim had shot his last drops, he collapsed on Robbie, who collapsed on me. I felt crushed under the weight of these two guys, so I tried to get from under them. When we finally got disconnected, we stood up. Before I could move, Tim grabbed both Robbie and I and took us in his arms. "Guys, this was great!" He said while he dropped a kiss on our heads. He sank down on the ground, and we sat there, nesting in his arms, while he gently caressed us. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." He whispered. "Fuck yeah! It was a fantasy come true!" Robbie immediately responded. Tim laughed at his enthusiasm. Suddenly, Tim's phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and went out of the room to answer it, leaving Robbie and me alone. "It was hot..." Robbie started. "Do you...I mean, have you... Well, you..." He wanted to ask me something, but from the bumbling way he started, I could tell it was something that he was afraid to ask. I could guess what he wanted to know. I scooted closer to him and gave him a peck on the cheek, to reassure him. "What do you want to ask?" I asked him. "Well, you are brothers... Wasn't it weird for you... you know?" He turned red while he asked about it. I didn't know how to respond. Tim and I had never talked about how much we would tell the outside world. I know that I was not ready to be open to everybody about it, but I had told Brecht and Bert. And to some extent, Tijs knew. I didn't mind Robbie knowing, but I was not sure what Tim's ideas were about that. I decided that I trusted Robbie. "Well, we have done it before." I said. Robbie looked up, with big eyes. "You mean to tell me, you two have fucked other guys?" He asked. "Well, yes, one time, but no, that's not what I meant. Tim and I are together." It felt strange to say, but I also felt relieved that I could share it with someone. "We are not just brothers; we are a couple. We are lovers." Robbie didn't say anything for a few seconds. "That's awesome." He finally said. "That's hot!" "What's hot?" asked Tim who just came back in. "Uhm, that... Uhm, the air in here is so hot, I need some fresh air." He mumbled, visibly embarrassed. He stood up and walked out of the room. "We have to pass by Mario on our way home, he forgot his wallet. That's why he called." Tim explained. He then looked at me. "You've told him about us, haven't you?" I nodded not knowing if he was mad about it. "It's okay, I don't think he'll tell." Tim smiled. I followed Robbie out, because it was hot indeed. Tim followed too. We went outside, where it still was hot, but we did have fresh air at least. Tim walked over to the bushes and announced he had to take a piss. Both me and Robbie followed him and stood on each side of him. We all three started to piss. No need for shy glances, we feasted our eyes on our pissing dicks. Tim started laughing. "Me and my two faggots! Pissing together!" When we were done pissing, Tim grabbed Robbie and my dick and shook them. We took care of his dick. We went back in. Robbie took his things to go home. Tim gave him a kiss, and then Robbie gave me a kiss. When he was almost out the door, he turned around. "Please don't tell anybody, I want it to be our secret." He pleaded. We agreed. On the way home, Tim gauged me to see how I felt about it all. "Were you jealous when I was doing Robbie?" He asked. "No, not really." I answered. "It was mostly hot." I looked at him. "You did plan this, didn't you?" "You have to believe; I hadn't done anything with Robbie before." Tim answered, to reassure me. He put his hand on my leg. I did believe him. I trusted him. "But yeah, from the first moment I noticed Robbie, I had thought about this happening." He smiled at me. "Is that bad?" "No, not at all!" I told him. "That's why I had you work together. To see if there would be a click between you guys. If not, nothing would have happened." He defended himself, needlessly, because I was not jealous. "It's okay, baby, I love you, and I want to give you the freedom to do what you like." I said as I took his hand and brought it to my mouth to press a kiss on it. We drove home after we had dropped off Mario's wallet. Home, we found a note from dad, explaining that they were out to an amusement park with the twins. They would probably be late; we shouldn't wait for dinner with them. Tim read the note out loud and then looked at me. "What do you think? Shower together?" "Yes!" was my short answer. "I will race you to the shower!" I yelled as I started running. Tim didn't want to lose, he grabbed me by the arm to pull me back, so that he could pass me, but I didn't give up so easily. I grabbed him by his belt, so that I could pass him again. Then Tim got enough of it, he lifted me in his strong arms and carried me upstairs. I thought he would let me go when we were in the bathroom, but he kept me in his arms, while he put the shower on. He put me in the shower fully clothed. I yelled, because the shower was ice cold. Tim laughed out loud. "That'll teach you, thinking you can outrun me!" I didn't let him get away with it. When he tried to get away, I grabbed hold of him, and pulled him under the shower. We both were giggling. Giggling and kissing. "You sneaky bastard." Tim hissed while he kissed me. We took our clothes off and threw them on the floor. I took his dick in my hand as I was kissing him. He took my hand away. "There is no time for that!" He explained. "I've got a surprise for you, we need to be there at 8!" I was intrigued. And curious. What the hell had he in mind? We soaped each other in and rinsed off. When we were done, Tim asked me to find him something to wear while he'd shave. I protested, saying that I didn't know what he should wear if I didn't know what we were going to do. "It's something outside, so take an extra sweater!" He said while he lathered up to shave. I was curious to know what he had in mind. He wouldn't tell, it was a surprise. I laid out Levi's jeans which made his ass look super hot and a shirt which accented his perfect body. Then I dressed myself. Just as I was done, he came in, butt naked. It was hard resisting not to get on my knees and suck that big cock. "Hey, you didn't lay out any underwear!" He said, while walking to his underwear drawer to get some himself. I was quicker than him though, and closed the drawer again. "Everything you need is on the bed." I said with a wink and a horny smirk on his face. He playfully stomped my shoulder. "You have a dirty mind." He said, while I grinned even harder. "Thank you!" I said while leaning in for a quick kiss. He dressed and we went on our way. Just before he got in the car, he pulled the crotch of his jeans. He saw me looking and grinned. "My dick wasn't sitting well in these jeans." He said while rearranging his package. "Ah, that's better!" He said and sat down in the car. I glanced at his crotch. Man, those jeans were filled up nicely. You could see the outline of his dick very clearly. Maybe I shouldn't have let him go freeballing? Tim caught me staring. "Do you like what you see?" "Yeah..." I gasped. "You know, it's kind of a turn on to know that my dick and balls are so visible in these jeans." He said while he gave his crotch a squeeze. I saw his dick chubbing up a bit. Tim's exhibisionistic side, I guess. "By the way," I said casually, "we are wearing matching underwear." Tim reached to my crotch and grabbed my dick through my jeans. "Ah, yes, I noticed." He joked. "Damn now you've made me so hungry for sex..." I looked over and his dick was pressed against his leg, rock hard. A wet spot started to color his jeans. "That'll be tough to hide..." I said. He smiled back. "Don't worry, we are not there yet, so it'll be dry by the time we arrive." He assured me. But to be sure, he put the air conditioning on and pointed the fan at his crotch to help it dry. "But we should forget about sex, otherwise I'll keep leaking." He laughed. To change the subject, I started bugging him to tell me where we were going, but with a big smirk on his face, he kept refusing. "It is a surprise, you'll love it!" He kept answering. When, after a 45 minute drive, we parked the car, I still didn't have a clue what we were going to do. We stood at a parking lot at the edge of a forest, there were about 15 cars parked. "So? What are we doing here?" I asked. I was a little worried it would be something adventurous or sporty. Knowing Tim, that would not be unlikely. Tim suddenly took my hand. More than all the sex we had, this meant something for me. We walked hand in hand, not as brothers, but as lovers, as a real couple. It sent butterflies to my stomach. I smiled at him, he smiled back and pressed a kiss on my lips. Out in the open, where people could see us. We walked a small path between the trees. There was a small sign, but it was starting to get dark, so I couldn't read it. While walking, Tim took our hands, which were tangled and placed them behind his back. He let go of my hand and placed his arm around my shoulder. I nestled closer. This was more than I ever dreamed of. I let my hand slip into his back pocket, while he pulled me closer in his embrace. I never had walked this way with anyone. It felt so right. For all I cared, this could be the only thing we did tonight and it would be perfect. After a short walk, we came to the shore of a lake. There was a cabin and some people. I let go of Tim, but he kept his arm around me, and even pressed me closer to him. I felt my knees getting wobbly. I hadn't expected it, but I loved him even more now. I put my hand back in his back pocket. We walked up to the cabin. "Wait here!" He said, while he walked in. I overlooked the lake. The sun was setting and a lot of row boats were on the lake. More row boats were laying on the shore. After a couple of minutes, Tim came back outside with a box. He was followed by a young man. "Come, honey." Tim said. Loud enough for the young man to hear. It was as if he wanted to prove that we were a couple. I followed him to a row boat. He placed the box in the boat and helped me in. He helped the young man push the boat off and stepped in himself. He grabbed the oars and started to row. I was wondering why he had made such an effort. I turned around to look into the box, but Tim splashed some water on me with the oar. "No peeking! It's for later." he said. I sat there across from the man I loved, basking in the last rays of sun. It reminded me of `the Notebook'. A cheesy movie, but I swooned with how romantic it was. Maybe I'm a bit cheesy myself. We were not talking, and that was okay. I felt so relaxed. Some ducks were passing our row boat. I kept staring at them. I just loved it here. Suddenly I felt Tim's foot in my crotch. When I looked at him, he acted all innocent, as if his foot was not just pressing my swelling dick. He kept rowing and I noticed that we were out of sight of all the other row boats. I grabbed his foot and pressed it even harder against my crotch. I lifted my hips up and gently rode against his foot. I saw his bulge was growing as well. I took off his sneaker. "Open your pants!" He ordered. I complied willingly. When my pants were open, he wiggled his toes in my fly and started to massage my dick. I leaned back and moaned softly while I enjoyed the cock massage. Tim kept going and I came closer to cuming. I was at a point where I would shoot if he didn't stop immediately. I pushed his foot away and got on my knees in front of him. The boat rocked a little as I shifted my weight. I sat on my knees in front of thim, who had spread his legs. I brought my face to his crotch and started to nibble on his hard on. "Yeah baby..." He moaned, while he kept rowing the boat. I kept sucking energetically. I felt Tim's dick pressing against the back of my throat. Precum was filling my mouth and my eyes started to water, but I wanted this so much. I wanted to give him pleasure. "Oh, fuck, stop! Stop it!" Tim urged me. I obliged, his dick was sticking out of his jeans, and he closed his eyes. I saw him concentrating. I sat there between his legs. I started to touch his thighs, but he repeated: "Don't touch me!" I sat silent for a few seconds. Tim opened his eyes and smiled. "Pfew, that was close. I didn't want to cum. I needed to concentrate on unsexy things to avoid cuming." I took it as a compliment. "You are so sexy, baby!" He whispered while he leaned forward and kissed me. Just at that moment, we saw another boat coming closer. Tim hurried to put his dick away, which wasn't easy in his tight jeans. The boat kept rocking and I feared that we would flip. But in the end, it worked out fine. His dick was tucked in his jeans before the passengers of the other boat approached enough to see us. I tried to get up, to get back to my seat opposed to Tim, but he pushed me down again. "I want you close to me, baby." He said. I sat on the spot between Tims legs, with my head nested against Tim's chest. When the other boat came near enough, we greeted them, and they greeted us back. I wondered if they had seen what we were doing just a few moments before. Part of me wanted them to know, it made it more exciting. Suddenly, the boat hit the shore. We hadn't seen it, since we were both facing the same direction. We looked behind us, we had reached the small islet at the center of the lake. We got out of the boat and Tim took the box out of the boat. The islet was covered with trees. We reached an open spot in the forest and Tim put the box down. He turned to me and took me in his arms. He pressed his lips onto mine and his tongue found a way into my mouth. He held me real close. It was so serene and quiet. Apart from the birds, we didn't hear a thing. I had cupped his sexy ass while making out. I could feel his dick pressing against my stomach. I reached and placed my hands on his dick. To my surprise, he took my hand away. I feared that I had done anything wrong. He saw the fear in my eyes. "Don't worry baby, I'm going to make love to you. But first, I wanted to ask you something." He said. I had noticed he called it `making love' and not fucking. "What I'm going to ask is something from my heart. It has nothing to do with lust. It's important that you know that." He got me confused. What did he have in mind? "But before I ask, I want you to let all logic go. Don't think about what's possible, don't think about why it can't be. Just let your heart speak, not your brain." I was curious. It seemed so solemn. Tim suddenly went down on one knee. My eyes widened with surprise. What was he doing? "Sander, I've loved you my whole life. From the very first moment I saw you, I loved you, unconditionally, and with all my heart. The last months I started not only to love you, but to be in love with you. You've changed my life, for the better and I couldn't imagine my life without you. Sander, do you want to marry me?" The last part he said in a hurry, as if he was scared he would lose his courage if he didn't say it fast enough. You could have knocked me out with a feather. I was flabbergasted. I didn't believe my ears. I must have imagined it. "But we..." I started, but Tim put a finger over my lips. "Let your heart speak, Sander, not your brain." "Yes!" I blurted out. "Yes! Want to marry you!" Tim stood up, swept me off my feet, literally, and spun me around while I had my arms around his neck. He put me down and kissed me. "Can my brainspeak now?" I asked with a smirk. He nodded, while smiling the biggest smile I ever saw. "We can't get married, we are brothers." I couldn't believe I had to explain this to him. "I'm not an idiot. I know there is no way we can legally marry. But being engaged with you is enough for me. We don't need an official license. In my mind, we are married." Tim answered. I liked the idea. The fact that no one would know, made it even more exciting. Tim bent down and opened the box. He went through it and stood back up. He took my hand and he placed a ring on it, while he whispered "I love you!" The ring was a simple silver ring with in the middle a band of black. I loved it. "There's an engraving." Tim said. I took the ring off and read what was written. `Someday, somewhere' I read. I wondered if it was a coincidence that it was from my favorite musical, West Side Story. As if he read my mind, Tim quoted: "Someday, somewhere, we'll find a new way of living." I loved it. It was cheesy, it was weird, but it was me. "How did you know that thi..." I started "That this was your favorite musical? Oh, I don't know. Geeh, maybe because you looked at it repeatedly. When the last scene was done, you started again. You were obsessed." He laughed. "So, to immerse me in your world, I listened to the soundtrack. And the last song, Somewhere, struck a chord with me. It gave me the idea of asking you to marry me." I kissed him again. He bent over and took a blanket out of the box, spread it out on the ground. He started to take things out of the box. There was champagne, sandwiches, snacks. He spread it all out and lay down on the blanket. I laid next to him. By now, it was dark. I laid in his arms and we watched the stars appear. "Don't you have to bring the boat back?" I suddenly realized. "No, I told the owner I was going to propose and asked if I could bring the boat back before morning." "You told him... that you were going to propose? To me?" I was shocked. "Yes, to my boyfriend." Tim answered as if it was completely normal. I turned around and kissed him. I took off his shirt and kissed his torso, down to his treasure trail. He wiggled a little and his dick suddenly poked out of his waistband. I licked the tip and tasted his precum. With one hand I opened his jeans and took his dick in my hand. I started blowing him, while he softly moaned. Tim rolled over, so he was on top, he pinned my arms down and kissed me. He whispered in my ear: "I want you to fuck me, before I fuck you." Tim stood up and took his pants off. I did the same. Suddenly, I was worried that anyone could see us. "Don't worry, the owner said that every boat had to be in by 10pm. We are the only ones with an exception." Tim took me in his arms and put me on the ground. I was lying on my back, Tim was on top of me. He took some lube that he had in his jacket pocket and lubed my dick and his hole. He held my dick with one hand and he slowly lowered himself on my pole. He bit his lip and his eyes were closed. He grimaced. It must hurt him, but he persisted. When he had bottomed out he stayed there for a few seconds before he started to ride my dick. I placed my hands on his hips. God, he was so sexy, riding on my dick in the moonlight. While he kept riding, he touched my cheek with his fingertips. I felt he tightened around my dick and started milking it. The whole thing was so erotic. I grabbed his dick, but he stopped me. "I'll come if you touch my dick now." He said. I couldn't hold back anymore, so I started to shoot my load inside Tim. It felt like the longest orgasm I ever experienced. "Fuck, I love you!" I shouted while cuming. Tim slowly got up and laid beside me. He took me in his arms and kissed me. "When you're ready for it, I want to fuck you too." He whispered. Boy, was I ready. I wanted him inside of me. I got up and mimicked what he had just done. I lowered myself on his dick. Tim was so impatient that he started pushing up. Tim took me by my hips and started pounding me. It didn't last long, he was too aroused. He groaned loudly and shot his load inside of me. We laid side by side, watching the stars and enjoying the silence. After a while it got chilly. Tim took the blanket and covered us. He rubbed me warm. I must have drifted off to sleep, because suddenly I awoke when Tim asked if it was okay to go home. I helped load everything in the boat. Tim had a large flashlight with him. I was in charge of lighting the way, while Tim rowed us back. Back inside, it was very quiet. Dad, Martine and the twins were gone to bed. Tim was in the kitchen drinking a coke. He had undone the buttons of his shirt. I stood there a moment, marveling at the image of this stud drinking his coke. He came closer to me and put his drink down. He laid one arm at the base of my spine and with the thumb of his other hand, he caressed my lips. Both hands were resting on his pecs. He leaned in and our lips met for a sweet long kiss. Then, suddenly, just as I opened my eyes, I saw one of the twins entering the kitchen. I pushed Tim away as quickly as I could and tried to act as normal as possible. But I was nervous as hell. My heart was racing, and my face was flushing. Shit, I hoped that he hadn't seen anything. My mind went into overdrive, thinking about something to say, to explain it. I didn't dare to look at Tim. I mumbled goodnight and went to our room, not looking back to either one. In our room, I banged my head to the wall. Fuck, why were we being so careless. We knew they were in the house! He would tell everybody now. I started crying. My life was over. That's how Tim found me a few minutes later, sitting on the bed, sobbing my eyes out. He locked the door and came to sit next to me. He put his arm around my shoulder. "It's okay!" He whispered. He put my head against his shoulder. "I don't think he saw anything. He didn't act weird or shocked. It'll be okay!" I wished I was that confident. That night I slept uneasy, in my head all the scenarios passed. One more terrifying and disastrous than the other. In the morning, at the breakfast table, I was a mess. When the twins came in, my hands started shaking. I felt a bit relieved that they just ignored me for the most part. They didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Maybe he hadn't seen anything. I didn't even know who had come into the kitchen last night. Was it Jordi or Joni? I was so nervous last night, and I didn't dare to look properly, so I just didn't know. During the ride to work, Tim reassured me: "See, nothing happened. He didn't see anything; we were just in time." "Yeah, I guess." I mumbled, not convinced yet. At work, I was working with Robbie again. He acted normal. He was more talkative than yesterday. The day was uneventful for the most part, except when Robbie started wanking while he was spying on the guys having a piss at the back of the garden. I joined in. and soon he took over, while I wanked him. By the end of the day, I was almost convinced that everything would be okay, and that the twin hadn't seen anything. I was getting more relaxed. Tim didn't drive straight home. He stopped at a parking lot. "Are you okay?" He asked, with concern in his voice. "Yeah, I'm better." I answered. "Good, I hate to see you upset." He patted my knee. "We just have to be more careful, from now on." I looked down. I loved Tim very much, but this was not how I wanted to live. Having to hide our love. Being careful no one found out. Lie about it. I was confused. Maybe we should end it. Back to being brothers. Fuck, why did things have to be so complicated? I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" Tim asked with deep concern in his voice. He tried to hug me, but I evaded his arms. "Sander? Tell me what's wrong..." "Maybe...maybe we should end things." I sobbed. "Maybe it's for the best." "No..." I heard Tim whisper. "No, don't break up with me." I looked at him and I saw a tear on his cheek. I couldn't stand to see Tim so hurt. "We can't go on..." I whispered, while I looked down. I couldn't stand seeing Tim's heart break. Suddenly, I heard Tim sobbing. Fuck, why did it have to be so difficult. I placed an arm around him. "I love you." I told him. He took my face in his hands and forced me to look into his eyes. "I love you too." He said. "But we can't...." I started "Don't say that. Don't say that we can't be together. I love you and I want to be with you!" He said while he wiped the tears from my cheeks with his eyes. "We'll find a way." "But..." I started again. "No buts. Let it rest for a few days, we'll find a way." He kissed me on the lips. "I love you very much, and I want us to be together." We got out of the car, for a short walk. To clear our minds and to let our tears dry. Back home, we acted as brothers should act. We were careful not to draw any suspicion on us. We only could be ourselves behind closed doors. It was okay, for now. But god knows this couldn't go on forever. On Friday, the rest of the family went to the cinema, leaving Tim and I alone. "I've thought about our problem." Tim announced. "It may be weird but hear me out with an open mind." "Okay" I said, a bit curious to what he had in mind. "We can't be ourselves if we stay here. I don't want to break up either." He said seriously. I nodded. "What if we moved?" He asked. He paused to let me think about it. "What do you mean?" I asked, a bit puzzled. "Moving to another city?" "No, I'm not talking about another city. I'm talking about moving to a place where no one knows us. A place where we can live...." He left a short pause. "Where we can live as a couple." I looked at him as if he was crazy. What was he going on about? He saw the look on my face and tried to explain. "If we would live in a new unknown place, no one would know we are brothers. It's not that we look alike. At all. We look very different. To all the people we meet there, we could introduce ourselves as Tim and Sander, a gay couple." He spoke slowly, as if he wanted not only to convince me, but also himself. My first thought was that it was crazy. But then I started to see the upside of it. Openly loving Tim. Be together with Tim. But it also meant, leaving everything behind. "Listen, it's just an idea. You don't need to answer right now. Just think about it." Tim told me. I thought about it. Several days. Tim hadn't brought it up anymore. He wanted me to have the freedom to decide for myself. I put the pro's and the cons against each other. In the end, I concluded that it was worth the risk. A week had passed by. It was again Friday night. The rest of the family was away for a weekend. Tim and I were invited, but as usual we had declined. Tim had given me the day off, since Robbie was ill. He only had employed me to introduce us, so it seemed. God, he's so loveable. In the afternoon, just as the rest of the family had left, I raced to the store. I was going to make tonight special. I bought all the ingredients for Tim's favorite dishes. I started cooking when I came home. It was more work than I thought, but everything was ready, and I still had time left to take a quick shower and dress myself up. I had just started playing some ambient music when the door opened and Tim came in. Before he got to utter a word, I kissed him. "Now, go upstairs, take a quick shower and put on the clothes I laid out for you." I ordered him. He opened his mouth, but I spoke before he could say anything. "It's a surprise, go on, do as you're told." I repeated. "Hey, ain't I supposed to be the dominant one?" He scoffed. I simply pointed to the stairs. I used the time it took Tim to take a shower and dress to prepare two cocktails. They were just finished when he came down. He grabbed me from behind and put his arms around me. He kissed the back of my head. "What's all this?" He asked. "I wanted to have an intimate evening, just the two of us." I told him, while I handed him his cocktail. We clinked and took a sip. "I want to talk to you." I said after my first sip. Tim almost choked in his cocktail. He turned red and I could see he was nervous. I had to put him out of his misery. "Don't worry, it's good news!" I hastily said, before he worried more. I took his hands in my hands and looked into his eyes. "I've decided that I want to go away with you." I said with a big smile on my face. It took Tim a few seconds to let it sink in. He then placed his hands on my side, took me up and spun me around while I put my arms around his neck. "You've made me the happiest man ever!" He said and gave me a deep kiss. "We're going to be so happy!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear reader, if you like a happy ending, I advise you to let the story end here. There is one final chapter coming. It will not contain any sex. It won't be a happy ending either. So, the choice is yours. You can stop here and let Tim and Sander have their happily ever after, or you can read the next chapter.