Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 03:18:52 -0600
From: Eric N Draven <ericdraven10@lycos.com>
Subject: Nicholas And Mark Chapter 4

This story is intended for those over the age of 18. If you are not 18,
please leave. The story depicts sexual acts between men. If this offends
you, then don't read it. All other disclaimers apply.

Comments are welcome. Please send all comments to ericdraven10@lycos.com
Copyright 2001 Eric Draven

As I had told some of you in emails, this story is now going to be told by
multiple characters. Each new chapter will be told by another character.


Chapter 4 - Mark

	It was hard for me to sleep next to my brother. I had fantasized
about him for years. He and I had always been distant, so I never had to
worry about him finding out what I thought of him. I never had to worry
about him catching me staring at him and then see the hard on that was
pressing against the crotch of my jeans.
	Now that was all changed. Nicholas was now the closest thing to a
best friend that I had. My parents had thrown me out when I told them that
I was gay, and Nicholas had taken me in. I loved him for that, but I was
scared to death about what would happen when and if he ever saw me looking
at him.
	Then he dropped a bombshell on me. He told me that he was gay,
too. I couldn't believe it. The thought of him being gay had never crossed
my mind. I didn't know what to say to him when he told me. He thought that
my silence meant that I thought he was saying it only to make me feel
better.
	I couldn't tell him that my silence was caused by instant fantasies
about having sex with him. I'd never had sex with anyone in my life, and I
always knew that Nicholas was the one that I wanted to be my first. Now I
was in the same bed with him, and I was scared to death.
	He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, and he had
turned away from me and faced the wall. I had wanted to talk for a bit, but
I had no idea what I wanted to say. Now the problem was solved. A new
problem had presented itself to me.
	I was in bed with the object of every sexual fantasy that I'd ever
considered to be of any meaning in my life. I was in bed with Nicholas. I
could barely keep my heart from crashing out of my chest.
	The moonlight was coming in through the curtains over the only
window in the room, and he was bathed by it. It was a wonderful sight. I
loved the way his silky black hair shined in the light. I wanted to run my
fingers through it, but I was afraid of waking him up.
	As I lay there wondering how I was ever going to get to sleep, he
rolled onto his back, and I could see the ridges of his lips in the
moonlight. I was never much of a mouth person, but I swear my brother has
the sexiest mouth in the entire world.
	I wanted so bad to kiss him. Twice, I found caught myself leaning
toward him. I wanted him so bad that my body was moving without any sensory
orders from my brain. I had to keep myself in check, or I would most likely
be thrown out of the trailer. Then it would be the streets for me.
	"I love you," he mumbled in his sleep.
	My heart started to race again when he said those words. I knew
that he was dreaming, but I couldn't convince myself that he wasn't saying
those words to me. I know it was a silly fantasy, but I couldn't help it.
	Then, he rolled onto his side facing me. I couldn't believe it. I
quickly slid down on the mattress and got as close to him as I could
without touching him. I was especially careful not to let my crotch touch
him. I was hard as a woodpecker's beak, and I didn't want him to wake up to
find his younger brother stuck to him like glue and driving his hard dick
into his midsection.
	He rolled back onto his back and kicked the cover off of
himself. Then I was more stunned than ever. His dick was sticking up
through the top of his Calvins. I could see it clearly in the moonlight. It
was pointing straight up at his belly. My own dick was now throbbing with
every hammer of my heart. I tried not to look at his dick, but I couldn't
stop myself.
	The next thing I knew, I was reaching out toward his dick. For some
reason, I didn't even try to pull my hand back. I touched it lightly with
my index finger, and he moaned. I instantly yanked my hand away, but he
didn't stir any further.
	I reached back to touch it again. Warning bells kept going off in
my head, but my heart was pounding so hard that it was easy to ignore
them. I touched it with my finger again, waiting for him to jump or
moan. He didn't. I kept my finger there.
	I started to trace the ridge of his crown with my finger, and I was
rewarded with a stream of precum. I caught it with my finger and brought it
to my lips without a moment of thought. I smeared it across my bottom lip
and let my tongue lap it off. It was the most awesome taste I had ever
tasted.
	The next stream, I slid around his crown on the tip of my
finger. For this, I got another moan, but I didn't pull my hand away. I
started to rub it slower and softer. He moved his hips, and more of his
dick slid over the top of his underwear.
	I couldn't believe this was happening. Here I was playing with my
brother's dick! So many things kept running through my mind. He could have
woke up at any moment and caught me. I could press too hard and hurt
him. It never once occurred to me that he might actually like what I was
doing to him.
	But the next thing I knew, his hands came down to push his
underwear down. My heart nearly stopped. I thought at first that he was
going to grab my hand and push it away. He simply pushed his underwear down
to his thighs and pushed his legs apart slightly.
	I looked up at his face, but his eyes were still closed. I couldn't
decide if he was still sleeping, or if he was just keeping his eyes closed
do I would think he was asleep. My finger never left his dick, though. I
actually grasped it with my whole hand and started to squeeze it in time
with the throbbing of my own dick.
	He didn't open his eyes once, but after a while he did let me know
that he was awake.
	"Easy," he said. "Don't squeeze so hard."
	Then he was quiet again, and he didn't make a move to stop me. I
didn't know how to process the thoughts that were running through my
mind. I couldn't believe that he was actually letting me do this to him. It
was unreal!
	"Nick," I said, but he stopped me.
	"It's alright, Mark," he said. "I want this, too."
	He reached over with his hand and pulled my face close to
his. Before I knew what was happening, I felt his lips on mine. It was the
softest, most erotic kiss I have ever had in my life. His tongue lightly
caressed my lips, and I opened my mouth to let him slip it inside. When it
touched the tip of my tongue, I felt chills run down my spine. I was in
Heaven!
	He moved slightly in the bed and used his other hand to slide his
underwear down the rest of his legs. I felt him use his feet to get them
the rest of the way off. Then his hand was lightly rubbing the erection
that was trapped in my underwear.
	"Do you need these on?" he asked, breaking our kiss for the first
time. "I think things will go a lot smoother if you take them off."
	I didn't need to be told twice. I let go of his dick reluctantly,
but only to quickly remove my underwear. Before I could get my hand back
around his dick, his hand was grasping mine. It didn't take long before I
felt the tingling in my balls.
	"I think I'm getting close," I said, disappointment oozing from my
voice.
	"Already?" he asked. "You must really be excited."
	With that he slid down the mattress and took my entire dick into
his mouth. I couldn't believe it. It was the most awesome feeling I had
ever experienced.
	I could feel the head of my dick hit the back of his throat, and
then he backed off until only the crown of my dick was in his mouth. He
plunged back down so fast I had to gasp to catch my breath. Each time he
backed off slow. Then he plunged back down so fast that my head started to
spin.
	Twice I felt his nose against my pubic bone, and then rockets shot
off in my head. I bucked, and he held on to my hips and buried my dick in
his throat as gush after gush of cum spewed out of me and into his
clutching throat.
	When it was over, I had to lie there for a minute. My head was
spinning, and I could feel my joints shaking. I had just had the most
powerful orgasm of my life, and Nicholas had been the one to give it to me!
I didn't think I would ever be able to come down from that high.
	"You ok?" he asked as he lightly stroked my balls.
	"Gimme a minute," I said.
	"Yeah," he said, chuckling. "I know."
	After what seemed to me only a few minutes, I reached over and
grabbed his dick again. It was starting to soften, so I knew it had been
more than just a few minutes. I wanted to suck it the way he had sucked
mine, but I had never had a dick in my mouth.
	I just kept looking into his eyes as I slowly jacked his dick. He
didn't say anything, but I could tell by the way his expression didn't
change that I wasn't getting him anywhere near the pleasure point that he
had pushed me to so quickly.
	"I want to suck it, but I don't know how," I said.
	"You don't have to, Mark," he said. "You don't have to do anything
that you are not comfortable with."
	"I want to suck it, though," I said.
	"Well, you can try it," he said. "If you don't like it, then stop."
	I scooted down, and he scooted up. With it directly in front of my
face, I could smell the musky scent of it, and I felt my dick start to rise
again. I wanted so badly to grab it and start jacking, but I thought that I
should just leave it alone and focus on the dick in front of me. This was
the dick that I had fantasized about for almost my entire life.
	I suck out my tongue and licked around his crown the way I had been
circling it with my finger. He moaned, and I knew he liked what I was
doing. Slowly, I became brave. I opened my mouth and took the head of
between my lips. Instantly, I was rewarded with a drop of precum on my
tongue.
	That made me plunge down on it so fast that I made myself gag. I
backed off of it quickly until I had just the head of it in my mouth
again. The next downward plunge was made slowly. That was the rhythm. I
slowly bobbed up and down on his dick for what seemed like hours.
	"You don't have to swallow it, Mark," he said, letting me know that
he was getting close.
	I didn't back off. I just kept up what I was doing. I did try to
speed up a little bit, though. I quickly found a speed that I was
comfortable with, and my brother's hands were suddenly tangled in my
hair. He didn't push or buck. He just ran his fingers through my hair.
	Then I felt his dick throb in my mouth, and the first shot of cum
blasted my tongue and throat. It kept shooting over and over again in huge
amounts. I tried to swallow all of it, but some dribbled down my chin and
out the corners of my mouth.
	When he was finished cumming, he pulled me up to him and licked his
cum off my face. Then he shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, and we
shared his taste.
	"I love you, too," I said when the kiss finally broke.
	"You heard that, huh?" he said, smiling at me.
	"I sure did," I said, snuggling against him.
	"I meant it, Mark," he said. "I do love you. I never wanted you to
think that I didn't get close to you because I didn't love you."
	"I love you, too," I said again.
	He wrapped his arms around me, and I laid my head on his chest. The
last thing I remember before going to sleep was his fingers in my hair
again and my hard dick pressing against his thigh.


(To Be Continued . . .)