Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2001 01:30:49 -0500 From: Eric Draven Subject: Nicholas And Mark - Chapter 7 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@angelfire.com Copyright 2001 Eric Draven Well, guys, I'm back. Thank you for all of the emails that you sent during my little hiatus. I apologize for the gap between chapter six and seven. I promise, I won't make you wait much longer for chapter eight. In the near future, look for my new story on Nifty. It will be called The Boys Of Summer. I can't wait to start working on it. So, Nicholas and Mark will be ending soon. Don't worry, you will get a very powerful ending. Eric Chapter 7 - Nicholas After we had gotten all of the boxes and bags out of the truck, I started to try and get it all put away in the spare bedroom that had once been Pete's mother and father's. Pete had asked Mark to help him make dinner, so I had quite a bit of time to think about how life was turning out for me now. This arrangement wasn't exactly going to be comfortable for me. Staying with Pete now that he knew I was gay would be very uncomfortable. Pete had been the object of most of my fantasies since I could remember. Now, I would be living with him. I was sure that I would give away the way that I felt about him before the night was over. Now more than ever, I would have to watch what I said to him, how I looked at him, and so much more. It was going to be like living in two closets from now on. I didn't want to make Pete uncomfortable, and I didn't want to hurt Mark. I still wasn't sure of what to think about having sex with my own brother. He said that he wanted it just as much as I had, but I still couldn't stop thinking that it was wrong. Then there was my father to think about. I had just totally screwed my relationship with him. We had never really been that close, but to have him tell me that I was basically dead to him hurt, nonetheless. I didn't know what to think about Mom. She had always seemed like Dad's puppet, so I was sure that there would be no relationship with her, either. "Are you going to stand there and stare at that empty box all day, or are you going to come and eat?" asked Pete, startling me out of my thoughts. He was standing in the doorway, and I couldn't help but notice just how gorgeous he was. "I was just thinking," I said with my head down. "Nick, we need to talk," he said, stepping further into the room and closing the door. "It's just been a hard day, Pete," I said, not wanting to talk at all. "Nick, I know that you are worried about the way that I feel about your being gay," he said, ignoring me. "It was a shock at first, but it doesn't really change anything between us. So you're gay. Does that make you a different person than the one I've been best friends with almost all of my life?" "It changes things alright," I said, still not looking him in the eye. "What does it change?" he asked. "Well, maybe you will get the wrong idea about what I say to you some time," I said. "Or, maybe you will start to feel funny around me now. I know that when we go to the gym you are going to worry about weather or not I am checking you out in the showers." "That's ridiculous," he said. "Nick, I've seen you look at me in the showers before." I looked at him then. What was he saying? Did he know that I wanted him? Had he known all this time that I wanted nothing more than to feel his hard body in my arms? "I never thought anything of it before, and I won't think anything of it in the future," he said as if he had read my mind. "I've looked at you in the shower before, Nick. It's natural for guys to check each other out when they are naked with each other. It doesn't mean anything. Everyone is curious about what their friends look like." "I never thought of it that way," I said. I couldn't stop hearing him say that he had looked at me while we were in the showers, too. It was hard, but I kept myself from believing that there might be a chance with us. "It really doesn't matter to me that you are gay, Nick," he said. "You say that now. . ." "And I'll say it tomorrow, too," he said, smiling at me. "Now come and eat before it gets cold." The rest of the evening went ok. It was uncomfortable, but I survived it. I have to admit that Mark and Pete did most of the talking during dinner, and when we went into the living room to watch television, I had to fight with myself to keep my eyes off of Pete's crotch. Showering in Pete's shower should have been easy enough. I'd showered there billions of times growing up. However, all I could think about the entire time I was in the shower was Pete. I kept seeing him soap himself up, and I imagined him washing his dick and fondling his balls. It took everything in me to force those images out of my mind long enough to finish my shower. Thankfully, Pete had showered first. When I got out of the bathroom, Pete was already in bed. I didn't want to face him just after fantasizing about him again. This was going to be harder than I'd thought. "You've been really quiet all night," said Mark as we were getting ready for bed. He'd just come from his shower, and his hair was still wet. He was wrapped in a towel, and he looked so sexy. "I've been thinking is all," I replied, climbing into the bed. "About Pete?" he asked. "About a lot of things, Mark," I said, irritated that he'd brought up the subject of Pete again. I'd been working so hard trying to keep him out of my mind ever since I started getting ready for bed. "Nick," he said, sliding into bed beside me. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine," I said, hearing the genuine concern in his voice. "Don't worry." I felt his hand slide over my stomach and down to my groin, and all I could think about was how much I loved him. At that moment, it didn't matter if it was dirty or wrong. I wanted him just as much as I had the night before, and nothing was going to keep me from him. I turned onto my side and put my hand on his face. He looked beautiful in the moonlight coming through the window. I leaned closer to him and covered his mouth with my own. It was a slow and passionate kiss. I let my tongue lazily explore the inside of my brother's mouth. I could taste the mint from the toothpaste he had used only moments before to brush his teeth. He moaned as I slid my hand inside his briefs, and I grasped his hard dick. I squeezed it gently, and I felt his body shiver. I knew exactly how to make him feel good, and I planned to give him the night of his life. "I want you," he whispered, and his hands were all over me. He tugged at my briefs, and I grabbed his hands. When he looked up at my face with that confused look, I almost laughed. "Tonight is all about you, little brother," I said. I sucked and kissed and licked him with my lips and tongue. He moaned louder as my tongue found one of his nipples. I tweeked it with my tongue and teeth, and he pushed his chest into my face. I ran my hands furiously over his body, touching him and caressing him. When I pulled down his jockeys, I saw my target, and my mouth watered. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, kneading his thighs. I consumed his dick, and soon I felt it in the back of my throat. Mark moaned and his body twitched. I knew that he was getting close, so I backed off him until only the head of his dick was trapped between my lips. I sucked like a vacuum with my mouth and stroked his dick with my hand. I wanted to taste him, and I was about to get what I wanted. He gripped the sheets with both hands and thrust his pelvis up, trying to drive his dick back into the back of my throat. I tightened my grip on him and stroked him faster. I heard him let out a choked moan as my mouth was filled with his warm cum. I sucked and swallowed, and all the while, I stroked him. I milked his dick with my lips, trying to get every last drop of him. He kept rocking his hips back and forth, and I knew that I had to let go of his sensitive dick. I looked up into his face, and his eyes were shut tight. There was a look of pure pleasure on his face, and I knew that I had given him one of the most powerful orgasms he would experience. I settled in next to him and wrapped my arms around him. In minutes, we were asleep.