Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2022 15:54:58 -0600 From: Bruce Turner Subject: Chris Comes Home Chapter Thirty-Four Chris Comes Home Chapter Thirty-Four Please remember that Nifty.org survives on your support. Chris had three matches the following day, he was lucky to win the second match. His mind had slipped when his opponent had caressed his butt with one hand and a moment later squeezed his ball. If he hadn't heard Bruce yelling at him from the stands the handsome boy with his hand on his ball would have pinned him. That match had lasted the entire six minutes, he won by one point. The near loss shook him up enough that when he walked onto the mat for the third match of the day he didn't give his opponent any time to get set. The third boy of the day was as hairy as he was hairless. Chris thought he was wrestling a Neanderthal. Fortunately the boy was either tired or not awake enough to see the move that took him down and Chris do a full turn while holding onto his legs that put him on his chest pinning him long enough for the referee to tap him out. Chris didn't stop at the bench long enough to have either Jesse or Alex say anything to him other than 'that's the way to go'. He was so tired he took time getting undressed, he wished he was headed home to use his Father's Jacuzzi or the Hot Tub. Bruce hadn't ever given him a massage but he hoped his boyfriend was able to rub out his sore muscles before they fell asleep. The shower was barely warm enough to help him relax even his shoulders, Chris was so tired and sore that he didn't take time to look around like he would usually have so he didn't see the boys he would have to wrestle the next day, one of which would have attracted him enough that he would have dreamed of him all night. "Chris did you bring a bathing suit? We could go downstairs to the exercise floor where there is a Hot Tub and a pool. Soaking in them should help you to relax some." Bruce didn't know how to give a good massage and hated to see Chris suffering. "My Father said he picked the hotel because of the Hot Tub but I don't own a swim suit so no I didn't bring one." Chris thought either the pool or Hot Tub sounded wonderful although he wasn't sure he wanted to walk to the basement. "We should be able to buy you a suit in the gift shop. Most of the ones I have been in have had them for sale." Bruce knew it was going to be a chore to get Chris downstairs but he felt it was important. When they arrived on the main floor the gift shop was starting to close up. Bruce talked with the saleswoman while Chris found a suit he thought would fit. He had found a red, and blue bikini that was marked as the same size as the shorts he was wearing. On the way to the pool area he was stopped by a number of wrestlers and their coaches to give him their best wishes for the semi-finals the next day. He was not very friendly, his mind was on getting in the Hot Tub. Chris was so used to going naked when in the hot tub that he didn't think to close the door to the changing room. Bruce was already standing in the hot water or he would have done it for Chris. When he looked to see if Chris was coming to the Hot Tub he saw that he was still in the changing room pulling the bikini up his legs. The suit was so small that it barely covered his cock, not that he cared since everyone in the tub had already seen him flashing it while getting dressed. Other than his Mother it was the first time that a female had seen him undressed other than in the hospital when he was operated on, that made him think twice about getting in the Hot Tub with them. Sinking into the Hot Tub Bruce let Chris know how hot he looked in the bikini. Bruce was wearing a suit that resembled boxer briefs only short enough that his balls were visible if he moved wrong. Chris found a water jet and moved around it until he thought he had loosened up all of his muscles. He and Bruce got out of the hot water and walked to the pool. Chris hadn't been paying attention when he put the bikini on to a tag which said that you should wear a liner, everyone around the pool was able to see through his bikini. When Bruce realized that the suit was transparent he pushed Chris into the pool. "What was that about?" "Did you notice that your suit is transparent when wet?" Bruce had jumped in after Chris and was trying to keep him close to the side of the pool. "What? It is tricolored, it shouldn't be transparent." "Whether it should or not, it is. Everyone you walked by was staring at your cock or ass on display. I like them but I don't think you should be showing off in public, someone is bound to complain." "I'm glad to hear you like it. But what is it that you like, my cock or my ass?" Chris knew that they were close enough to the side of the pool that no one could see what he was doing so when he asked Bruce what he liked he had grabbed him by the balls. "I like seeing all of you. It's a shame that there are so many other people around. If we were alone I'd pull that suit off and go for your ass right now." Bruce really wasn't as much of an exhibitionist as Chris but at that very moment he wanted sex with his boyfriend. "I'd love having you go for my ass. Tongue and cock." "You need to wait until we're back in the room. I think that couple at the other end of the pool goes to one of the churches where my Father visits once a month to preach." Saying that Bruce swam across the pool, he wasn't a good swimmer so he wouldn't do laps the length of the pool but he did try swimming back to the side where he had left Chris. Chris had crawled down the side of the pool to where he was able to stand, he was too exhausted to try swimming, like Bruce he wasn't that good of a swimmer and wouldn't have tried to swim the length of the pool even if he hadn't put his all into the wrestling matches earlier. He didn't believe Bruce about the suit so once he felt up to it he lay out on his back and did the back stroke across the pool. It was one of two strokes that his Father had taught Dean and he at the lake, the one he was told he would need to use if he was ever in a boating accident and lost at sea. Bruce was somewhat embarrassed that Chris was showing off his cock just above water level while he tried swimming. He thought about leaving him to whatever he wanted to do but his desire to have Chris body against him won out and he asked him to get out of the pool. Chris was still on the ladder getting out when Bruce handed him a towel and told him to wrap it around his waist. He didn't want to get the towel wet so he threw it over his shoulder until he was completely out of the water. Standing at the side of the pool far enough away that no one would have been able to actually see anything other than an outline he tried to squeeze some of the water out of the suit before wrapping the towel around him and heading to the changing room. Bruce followed him. The changing room was fairly small, barely large enough for the two of them to be able to pull their suits off at the same time. Chris didn't care that there were people less than ten feet away in the Hot Tub, he sat on the bench below where his clothes were hanging and pulled Bruce close enough that he was able to get his cock in his mouth. Bruce had been anxious to get his cock in Chris since they left the room that morning and instantly was hard, seconds later he was pumping his cock into Chris' mouth. "That was a super tasty appetizer. I'm ready to get dinner, you?" Chris was lewd with Bruce and slowly ran his tongue around his lips as if to find cum he had missed. They got dressed and went to the hotel coffee shop, they thought they would be able to find something that wouldn't be too filling. Jeff saw them when he was heading to the elevator and joined them but only had a milkshake. They told him about the suit that Chris had worn to the pool getting Jeff to laugh for at least ten minutes. When the couple in the booth next to them left Jeff filled them in on all the cock he had found to suck that day. He hadn't stay on the bench with the coaches, one night without sex was all that he was prepared to undergo. They were all enjoying themselves laughing and eating when Jeff turned serious and thanked Chris for the last two opponents he beat, they were both willing to have him suck them in the shower room. Bruce didn't really believe it when Jeff added up the number of cocks he had sucked that day, it seemed obscene and almost impossible for him to have sucked close to ten different cocks. Bruce was happy for the one cock that was attached to the one person he loved. Bruce had gone off to the restroom to take a piss when Chris asked Jeff to give them an hour or so alone in their room. Jeff didn't have anywhere he wanted to go but Chris talked him into going to the basement to swim or soak in the Hot Tub. The three boys went upstairs to their room before Jeff asked Bruce if he could borrow his swim suit since like Chris he hadn't brought one with him. Jeff was about the same waist size as Bruce but he took the time to try the suit on before he left the room to head downstairs. Chris wouldn't have cared if Jeff was in the room but he wasn't sure Bruce was ready to have his friend watch him having sex. In fact Bruce was slow in getting undressed with Jeff there. Chris was already undressed and laying on their bed when Jeff pulled the wet swim suit on, he had been naked in front of Jeff so many times that it didn't affect him in the least to have his friend seeing him lay on the bed with his legs spread for his boyfriend. As soon as Jeff was out the door and pulling it shut Bruce stripped off his clothes and jumped on the bed. Chris and he had talked about the fact that Chris wasn't supposed to cum until the tournament was finished but having slept together and having sex already Chris was erect and drooling pre-cum at the thought of what Bruce might do. Bruce had been learning all of the things that excited Chris so he took a foot in his hand and raised it to his mouth so he could take the toes one by one in his mouth, by the time he had started to suck the toes on the second foot Chris was squirming on the bed wanting Bruce's tongue to move on to his ass. Bruce knew exactly what his boyfriend wanted and putting the feet over his shoulders he picked Chris' butt off the bed pushing the legs back until Chris was within inches of having his own cock in his mouth. It was only the third or fourth time he had licked his boyfriend's asshole but he had learned how Chris liked him to approach it slowly and jab the tip of it into him. It only took him five minutes until he was tongue fucking Chris. After a few minutes of having Bruce's tongue in his asshole Chris begged his boyfriend to fuck him. They had left a tube of lube on the nightstand, Bruce was able to reach it easily and grease his cock while still tongue fucking Chris. He passed on fingering Chris, he went straight to putting the tip of his cock against his asshole letting his greasy cock slide through the saliva he had left at the entrance. Bruce drove his entire cock into Chris listening to him say how much he loved him and having his cock in his ass. Chris loved having Bruce's cock driving in and out of him so much he didn't pay attention to the fact that he was getting close to cumming, too. Bruce's weight had forced Chris' cock closer to his boyfriend's mouth, as he announced the fact he was going to fill Chris with cum Chris couldn't hold back any longer and took the tip of his own cock between his lips and received a huge load of cum that he had been holding back for four days. He almost drowned himself in cum but managed to swallow most of what he shot in his mouth, keeping a little to share with Bruce once he was able to kiss him. "Chris, I'm sorry. I know I wasn't supposed to make you cum but your ass felt so good all I could do was fuck you hard." He wasn't really sorry, he loved making Chris cum without touching his cock especially by fucking him. "I wish I had been able to give you my cum instead of swallowing it, If you want some cum you can eat my ass again and suck your cum out of me." Chris had cum sucked out of his asshole by Roman, Charlie, Dean and John John but he had never suggested to Bruce that he might want to try doing that. Bruce wasn't sure he wanted to suck his own cum out of his boyfriend's asshole but if Chris wanted him too try that he was ready although he thought he had shot it deep into his asshole. "If you want me to, I'll try." "Roll over on your back." Bruce wasn't thinking about what Chris was doing, in a minute he was sitting on Bruce's mouth. "Work your tongue into me." Chris was trying to let the cum slip out with out pushing any shit into Bruce's mouth. He didn't think that Bruce would be ready for that although he had told him that he would try doing anything he asked of him at least once. He had Bruce lick his own cum off his stomach so he knew that Bruce wouldn't be repulsed at swallowing his own cum even if it had the taste of his ass added to it. "You didn't tell me that you had added Bruce to the guys that ate your shit." Jeff hadn't given them the whole hour Chris had asked for, the moment he came through the door he had undressed. "Jeff, I didn't expect you back so soon." "They closed the pool area." "He's not eating shit. Bruce is trying to suck his cum out of my ass." Bruce's face was red from having been caught with his tongue up Chris' ass but he didn't stop trying to get at his own cum. Chris was still pushing lightly hoping that he could make all of the cum slip into Bruce's mouth, he didn't realized that while fucking him Bruce had loosened up a small turd that was sliding down with the cum. As the turd made its way towards his anal ring Chris motioned for Jeff to be quiet. He had told Bruce that he had shit in Roman's mouth but they hadn't discussed the idea that he might want him to take a shit in his mouth someday. The turd wasn't any larger than the first joint of his forefinger, Chris knew instantly when it landed on Bruce's tongue. His boyfriend went as if to retch but Chris sat down against his lips harder not giving him space to spit the turd out of his mouth let alone retch. He sat feeling the lips tight against him wondering what Bruce would dom would he try to get more cum or shit out of him? Would he hold it until Chris moved, chew it up or swallow it without chewing? Until then Chris hadn't even pissed in Bruce's mouth so he didn't know what the boy's reaction to having a turd in his mouth was going to be but he wasn't going to allow him to spit it out before he had taken the time to get a good taste of his waste, every time he had shit in a mouth he had made the recipient hole it. Chris was used to being an asshole, Bruce had stopped licking his hole to get his cum so he asked Bruce why, not giving him a chance to answer he told him to get the rest of his cum out of him although he doubted it would be a possibility. He stayed where he was sitting for as long as he thought it would take for Bruce to decide what he was going to do with the turd in his mouth. Bruce was shocked that Chris had let a turd slide out of his ass into his mouth. Yes, he had been told that he had shit in more than one other mouth but he didn't believe that Chris would do that to someone that had just told him how much he loved him. That he wasn't giving Bruce space to get the turd out made Bruce think it had been for that purpose that he had sat on his mouth. He hated the taste of shit not that he had minded licking a dirty asshole or the taste of his own ass off of Chris' cock, having a turd in his mouth was different. He didn't know what to do with it, the turd was hard so he wasn't able to squash it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. As he tried to figure out what he could do with the turd he heard Chris trying to get him to lick and suck at his asshole even more. Finally Chris got off his face. Bruce thought he was going to spit out what was left of the turd. Chris told him to swallow it. "You said you were willing to try anything I asked of you at least once. Show me you meant that." Chris was looking down on Bruce with a huge smile that angered Bruce. "Let me wash it down with something." "Sure, put your lips around the head of my cock, I'll wash the shit down with some piss." It had been at least a month since he had shit and piss in a mouth so the desire to do it was overwhelming even though he had never thought he would give Bruce either. Bruce nearly gagged when the piss started to melt the shit in his mouth but he did as Chris had told him and swallowed. Chris didn't give him much piss, less than he had ever given a boy with his lips wrapped around his cock waiting for his waste. Bruce had his eyes squeezed tight from the moment Chris had dropped the turd in his mouth, now with it gone he opened his eyes and asked to go to the bathroom only to see that he had been eating shit and drinking piss in front of Chris' friend. Unable to vomit Bruce used the hotel mouth wash to rinse out his mouth although it did nothing to get rid of the smell. He was mad at Chris. How dare he shit in his mouth? And piss in him with Jeff standing there watching? He came out of the bathroom screaming at Chris, he was totally out of control. Chris tried to calm him down but Bruce was not at all pleased to have been used that way, there was nothing Chris could do or say that made Bruce feel any better. It was their first fight. It wasn't just an argument, Bruce pounded on Chris' chest with his fists knocking him far enough away so that he could dress and run out of the room. Chris wanted to run after him but Jeff stood in his way telling him that he needed to give Bruce a chance to get over his anger. They sat up talking, waiting for Bruce to return thinking that he had no where to go for the night and would return. Sometime later Chris fell asleep but didn't sleep well over night waking continuously only to find he was still alone in the bed. When he got the morning wake up call he was still tired, sore and alone with morning wood. He tried to concentrate on the wrestling match he was to have that morning, he was in the semi-final match against the only Arab looking contender. Not having had enough sleep and still worried about Bruce, Wael was able to pin him in the first seconds of the second period. It was disappointing for his Mother and the coaches but not nearly as disappointing as it was for Chris although he hadn't felt bad when Wael was on top of him. His Mother took him to lunch but he was not able to concentrate on anything that she said. As soon as they finished eating he ran back to the hotel hoping that Bruce would have returned only to find all of the boy's belongings were gone and a note on the bed that said he had found a ride home, it didn't say where he had spent the night or who he was riding with. The ride with the coaches was quiet, no one had anything to say about his loss or the fact that he had made it to the semi-finals. Chris wanted to curl up on the rear seat and cry but all he did was sit there looking out the window hoping that Bruce would get over his anger and come to the house to be with him. He didn't think that was likely but until he got home he had no way to get in touch with him to try to talk, he hadn't been permitted to take a cell phone with him to the tournament. At home he tried calling Bruce only to have his attempts go straight to voice mail. Was Bruce avoiding him? His Father was waiting at the house for his son to return, his other son had also lost the two games necessary to eliminate his team from the finals. Dean had done well in the games the team had won but in the two they lost he had made errors that allowed the other teams to score. Mr. Carmichael tried to talk to his son about how well he had done but Chris was inconsolable mostly due to Bruce more than having lost his final match, there was still his senior year and another chance to get the top prize. Chris left for school Monday morning not wanting to face his fellow students, there had been such high hopes the week before he left for the tournament. He saw Bruce in the hallway but his boyfriend ignored him. After his classes were over he went to the locker room to clean out his wrestling locker. He was so depressed that even seeing Jesse who offered to let him come into the coach's office he wasn't willing to go with him even knowing he would get a fuck that he was needing badly. Driving home he berated himself for not going with Jesse, it had always been the best sex. It was Wednesday before Bruce was waiting at the garage door when Chris drove home from class. His mood picked up until the first thing out of Bruce's mouth was more of the anger that he had spouted in the hotel room. Chris tried to get him to come inside only to have Bruce stay at least six feet away. He tried apologizing to Bruce but the boy was still feeling used and was unwilling to hear Chris tell him that it shitting in his mouth had been an accident. Chris tried to get him to understand that he loved him and would never do anything that would hurt him. Chris didn't know what to do when Bruce left. All week he moped around at school and at home wanting and needing to be with Bruce. Saturday afternoon Bruce knocked on the front door of the house. Mr. Carmichael was home and answered the door. He had heard that Bruce was fighting with his son but had not been told more than that Bruce was angry with Chris for something stupid that his son had done when they were out of town He tried to get Bruce to talk to him but the boy was not willing, he let the man know that he was there to talk with his son even though they hadn't talked all week. Chris had agreed with Dr. Watt to attend a Sex Addicts group that was for teenagers, he had attended one meeting the night before. Chris had hoped that he would at the very least meet other boys that were having sex with boys but the first session had been all boys that were mistreating girls, most at the meeting because a judge had demanded it. Chris was sitting in the apartment attempting to read the final book for his Literature class not having any luck concentrating on the book he would have found easy reading before the fight with Bruce. Although he wasn't there for sex Bruce had followed the house rules and undressed to cross the back yard. He stood outside the glass door watching Chris for at least twenty minutes before ringing the door bell. When Chris looked up and saw Bruce he rushed towards the door but Bruce strong armed him instead of allowing him to hug. The entire afternoon the boys tried to talk with each of them showing more anger than understanding. They both admitted that they still loved the other but Bruce was unwilling to allow Chris to touch him. Chris tried everything he could think of to convince Bruce that he didn't think any less of him for having swallowed his shit and piss. Having drank a Coke Bruce needed to go to the bathroom to piss. Chris was not a real piss drinker although when he was with Charlie he had allowed the bigger boy to piss on and in him whenever he wanted. When Bruce stood to go to the bathroom he offered his mouth for Bruce to use as a urinal. Bruce didn't know what to think but the idea that he could treat Chris the way he had been treated was enticing, he had pissed on him the one time so maybe this would make him feel better. They walked into the bathroom closer than they had been since Bruce arrived. Chris slowed down so that Bruce ran into him, he wished that Bruce would fuck him but felt like it was an improbability. He stepped into the tub, knowing that it was the first time that Bruce would be pissing in a mouth he was aware that the boy may not have control of his flow enough that he would not flood his mouth so hard that the piss would flow out of his mouth over the rest of his body. Bruce wasn't sure he wanted to step in the tub with Chris but he did so he could stand with his cock between his boyfriend's lips. Chris was glad he had decided to use the tub, he had been right that Bruce wouldn't control his flow enough that he could swallow fast enough not to have more than half of the piss flow over his body. Kneeling in the tub he didn't know what Bruce had been drinking that day so he was ready for his piss to be anywhere from tasteless to rank. Whatever he had been drinking the piss was sweeter than any he had even had in his mouth, he tried hard to swallow every drop he could but enjoyed what he couldn't swallow as it flowed down his chest and stomach coating his cock and ball. As soon as the first spurt hit his tongue Chris forgot that he was allowing Bruce to use him as his urinal to repay him for what had occurred when they were in the hotel bed. Bruce couldn't believe what he was seeing, his boyfriend was gulping hard swallowing his piss, sure it wasn't the same as being made to eat shit but still he felt good about repaying his boyfriend for using him so crudely. Chris wondered if Bruce wanted him to shower away the piss he hadn't swallowed but chose to wrap a towel around his waist so he didn't drip on the carpet as he walked to the sofa where he had been sitting. They sat there talking for another half hour until Bruce moved over to the sofa and hugged Chris who was still damp. They quickly moved to having sex, Bruce had missed being fucked as much as Chris. Soon Bruce crawled onto Chris' lap and sat on Chris' cock. They fucked slowly, the speed controlled by Bruce as he raised and lowered himself on the cock he had been missing for more than a week. Chris let Bruce control the situation and once he had cum in the boy willingly let him hold his legs on his shoulders pounding his ass hard enough that he was ready to cum again. When he let Bruce know that he was ready to shoot when the boy was fading out of his ass Bruce dove on the hard, drooling cock and in minutes had sucked him enough to get a full load in his mouth. Bruce didn't usually get hard a second time quickly but Chris got his cock in his mouth as soon as he pulled off his still spurting cock. Bruce immediately thought about the fact that his cock hadn't been cleaned between Chris' ass and mouth, was Chris showing him that he was willing to do what he had forced on him? The fact that Chris had his shitty cock in his mouth thrilled Bruce, he didn't last long in Chris' mouth. Chris was glad to take the ultra-sweet, creamy cum to coat his mouth and slowly swallowed every drop. Both tired from cumming twice they lay back on the bed and held the other tight, Bruce found himself happy to have his face buried in Chris' armpit. Instead of talking they enjoyed exploring each other with their fingers, tongues and lips. Chris didn't allow Bruce to suck his cock more than a few minutes, he wanted back in Bruce's ass and Bruce was happy to have him in there. "Can you stay? I can either order a pizza or cook dinner." He hadn't cooked for Bruce, he hoped the idea would make him stay for the evening if not all night. "Let's just have Pizza, I don't want you spending time in the kitchen." What he wanted was to have Chris holding him. If Chris would Bruce hoped that he might fuck him again before he needed to head home. They went to the house, Chris' Father was already cooking a dinner enough for all three of them, he had seen that Bruce hadn't left so he hoped the boys were able to talk out their problem and would be eating together. "Mr. Carmichael, you are so nice to cook dinner for us. My Father wouldn't even open the door for your son." "Bruce, you made Chris so happy when you were together that I was hoping that you would make up. Plus I know how vigorous make up sex can be, so I figured you would be hungry enough to have more than fast food." "Dad, you are embarrassing Bruce. He's not used to a parent talking so freely about him having sex with another boy." "Bruce, I know what two boys do in bed. My sons have educated me over the last year, I hope Chris is taking time in educating you." "Dad!" "Bruce, I'm not trying to embarrass you. I just want you to know that I am happy that you and my son are back together. He had been happier with you than I've seen him since his Mother left me." "Dad, stop it." "What? You don't think I know that you two are busy having sex? I saw Bruce sucking your toes the other day and kissing your butt out in the yard? I haven't asked who is fucking who. As long as you're happy, I'm happy that you found someone that you want to be with. You know I have wanted you to find just one person." "Mr. Carmichael, it's alright. I'm happy, too. I just wish my Father was like you. I don't know what is coming next but I am afraid that he is going to try getting between us again." It was true that he was happy, he had never thought he would be able to kiss Chris in front of an adult but after what Mr. Carmichael had said he pulled Chis into a hug and kissed him with all the passion they had built that afternoon. Bruce had been embarrassed to be caught by Jeff in the hotel room but hearing Mr. Carmichael say what he had seen set him more at ease than anything Chris had told him. As soon as they finished eating Bruce told Chris that he was going to have to go home but had time for him to fuck him one more time before he left. Bruce might have thought he was going to get a quick fuck but Chris had a completely different idea and spent as long as he could making love to Bruce. They didn't have long until school was out for the year. Bruce avoided riding with his Father and ran both to and from school, He had two cross-country meets before the season was over, he came in second at the first behind a fellow classmate and third in the second behind an opponent and the same classmate. Everyday when he ran home he stopped to spend time with Chris, giving up his ass every time. Bruce had gotten so that he wanted Chris to fuck him as often as he would and a few times the boys had disappeared from their joint classes to go to the equipment room. Roman was jealous that Chris was spending as much time with Bruce as he used to spend with him. It must have been the third time he saw them disappear going towards the gym that he went to the principals office and reported them. Bruce's Father walked in on the pair with Chris' cock up his son's ass. He blew his stack. "You have less than a week of classes this year. Other wise I would be suspending you, Chris. You, too, son. Bruce you will be finishing the year from home. Chris, I will find a guardian to walk you to your classes, don't think you are going to sneak off to the restrooms on your own, whoever I get will be going there with you." Chris hoped that Mr. Scott volunteered to be his guardian, at least then he might get fucked a few times before school was out for the summer. "I am not going to allow the two of you to see each other over the summer." Neither boy knew how far the principal was ready to go to make that happen. He called Chris' Father to let him know that his son was not permitted to be at their house. He didn't didn't know how often Bruce had been stopping to get fucked. "Dad, when is John John coming back?" As far as Chris knew John John had gone to visit his Brother and Uncle. "I don't think he will be coming back. The weekend of your tournament his Uncle was trying to get John John and Charlie's parents to let them go home. Haven't you seen John John at school?" "We don't have any classes together. I used to see him at lunch but I haven't seen him in the cafeteria since that weekend." "Chris, it may be just you and I here this summer. Dean is going to attend summer classes to try getting caught up with the freshman class. Bruce won't be allowed to be here and from what you said I doubt you want Roman around." The last day of class Chris received a call from Bruce. His parents were sending him to a conversion camp for as long as it took to turn him straight. They were not allowing him out of the house until they took him to the camp. Bruce had been crying when he started to talk and by the time he had let Chris know what was happening was barely understandable over the sobs. Chris had been holding out hope that Bruce would be able to get away from his home imprisonment but when he hung up knew that there was not going to be a chance for even a farewell kiss. Saturday after Chris was finished attending class his Brother showed up at the house. Chris was so happy that Dean showed up. The boys spent the day with their Father. Dean had been going without sex for an entire quarter while attending the college other than the weekend his Brother had showed up. Dean was happy to get in the back yard and drop his clothes. The only time he had been able to get naked at school was when he went to bed or took a shower after baseball practice or one of the games. He was so ready for sex that he was on his knees at his Brother's feet as soon as the boys left their Father catching up on his work. Chris wished it had been Bruce sucking his cock but it didn't take him long to admit how much he had missed having his brother sucking him. He told Dean that he wanted to fuck him. "I still am not that crazy about getting fucked, Chris. But as long as I can suck your cock a few times before we head to bed this evening I'll let you. "I'm sorry to hear that you were forced to break up with Bruce. All you need is to have Rocco come home." "Don't start with that. I have only had one dog since the Great Dane tore me up. The boy across the street has a dog he had been fucking since he was twelve. The dog wasn't that great a fuck but it was better than not having a dog on my back oa knot in my ass. I've tried to get Charlie to come visit with that big Black and Tan but he hasn't been able to get his Uncle to allow him to bring him to town for months." "If you want a dog that much, why don't you go visit him?" "I've been thinking about it, maybe when Charlie's school is out for the summer I'll drive out there. A day with the dog and Charlie sounds so good. I haven't had a big cock like that since the last time he was here before I got ripped." "Not even Dad?" "He promised to fuck me but I don't know why he hasn't. The other day he was talking sex so much with Bruce that I thought the time had come but unfortunately it didn't. I didn't even get a chance to get a goodbye fuck from either coach." "We need to get Dad to fuck you. If you two are the only ones here all summer you are going to need his loving." "Well, I am going back to the farm to work. At least I should be able to get a few cocks to suck or fuck me." "Do you think I could work there for a couple weeks until I return to class. I could use some spending money, Dad hasn't been sending me more than I need for meals in the commons. I'd like enough to see a movie or join my team mates when they go out." "Are you willing to help me with Dad? If you do I'll sit on your face, the rim seat is still in the bathroom although I haven't used it for a while." "Sure, I love to suck that big cock. I'll get him hard and desperate to fuck you." Dean hadn't had the opportunity to either eat an ass or shit since his brother had visited him at college but didn't want to sound too eager. "I hope so. I have missed having his cock in my ass." "It really sounds like you have missed having any cock in your ass." He had kidded his younger Brother about liking to get fuck since the first time Chris had admitted to him that getting a cock in his ass was much better than sucking them. "Since Bruce's Father caught us I haven't done anything other than get a blow job in a rest room and jack off. I'm glad that Charlie bought me that canine dildo but without the heat connecting me to a dog it just isn't satisfying enough." "Tell me about this boy you said has been fucking his dog." "Do you remember the two Puerto Ricans we met in that truck by the wharves in New York? Jose is a younger version of the one that fucked me. He's the same age as John John and Roman and just as sex crazy as they are. Plus! His cock is already as big as you and me, I can't imagine how big he is going to get when he grows up." "If he likes fucking his dog doesn't he like to fuck you?" "I've had him fuck me a few times but he would rather be with one of the boys his age. I don't know what that means for the summer since neither Roman or John John will be here. He may end up just as needy as me." "Or maybe he will bring the dog over here for you?" Dean knew that his Brother enjoyed having a dog fuck him as much as anybody. "Are you going to wait for Bruce to come back from the camp where his parents are sending him or are you going to look for another boyfriend?" Dean had never liked Roman so he didn't suggest that his brother might get back with him, that was good since Chris was still angry that Roman had ratted he and Bruce out to the Principal.