Date: Mon, 6 Nov 2023 07:14:21 -0500
From: Rufus Jones <jonesrufus64@gmail.com>
Subject: The Brothers in Hexham 11

The Brothers in Hexham 11
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Rupert has something to say.


When Leigh left the room after I kissed him, I sat for a while thinking. I
had said so much to him, and he was able to hear it and in fact I realized
we felt the same way. How did we feel? That seemed to be the question.

I tried to explain what I was thinking and he certainly responded. He
didn't say much, but I could tell by his eyes, his body, his touch that he
and I were thinking the same way. But it confused me because he was with
Drew. Very much with Drew.

After the party, we spent the day on New Year's Eve at the house. It was
quiet. We were all tired and depleted. We watched some bad movies and
sipped wine and napped. By the time ten o'clock came around, we all decided
we had celebrated enough the night before, so Drew and I slipped away
upstairs, and I could tell that the others were soon to follow.

Roger and I had a talk the next day since he asked me how things had
been. I was talking to Roger more and more. At first I was unsure of him,
but as Sam seemed so taken with him, I began to realize there was more to
him than I thought.

We were sitting at the kitchen table, eating something Sam had invented
which was, of course, delicious. Roger finished chewing and looked at me,
"So...tell me everything. What happened after we all...well, you know."

I was slightly embarrassed which for me is unusual. "I got up early, and
bumped into Leigh downstairs. We talked. We had sex, it was great."

"Oh...interesting. I want details!"

How could I explain it? There were no words that made any sense. So I said,
"Give me a few days to work it out." I realized I was slightly annoyed and
I couldn't understand why. Roger just looked at me. I could also feel Sam's
eyes on me as well. It was irritating. After that Sam drove Roger home and
I was a little relieved.

The next day I went into Sam's room. He was laying on his bed wearing
headphones and listening to something loud. He smiled at me and I got on
the bed and wrapped my arms around him, my head on his chest. He pulled the
headphones off and mussed my hair. "What's going on?"

"Fucked if I know."

He looked at me, shaking his head. "You want to fuck?"

"No, Sam, I don't."

He was silent, as if I had offended him, but I really didn't want that. I
looked up at him and said, "What do you think of Leigh?"

"Where is this question coming from?"

"You remember the other night?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well, when I was fucking Leigh I had a kind of revelation or something."

"I don't understand."

"I was looking into his eyes and we had a moment. And then, later, he came
downstairs and bumped into me by the little sitting room beside the
kitchen. We had a really intense, emotional fuck. I mean the kind of sex
you have with someone you love..."

"Uh-oh."

"No, it's not like that. Drew approves and in fact encouraged it."

"Now I'm really confused. So what you three did the other night wasn't just
because of the drugs?"

I sat up and looked at him. In one sense he was being thick, but in another
he had just pointed something out. It had been an almost mystical
experience.

But Sam looked a little frustrated. In the past, especially when we were
young, we would at this point in a conversation decide to have sex. But
more and more -- drugs notwithstanding -- I wasn't really into it.

"No I guess it wasn't. Drew seemed to be almost inviting something, he was
almost happy that it was happening, that I was fucking his boyfriend in
front of him." I thought for a moment. "But it's not just the sex. I think
about him all the time. I know it's odd that I can't just say: I love
him. That would make this so much easier. But somehow I can't. And Leigh
said the same thing.

"So you two are...in agreement?"

"I told Leigh that I wanted to have sex with him as often as he wanted,
that I want to be with him in all kinds of ways, not just fucking. And he
said Drew and I were almost like two parts of the same person. That blew my
mind but it was amazing to hear."

"I'm not sure what to say. So what does Drew think?"

"Drew seems to think this is something that Leigh and I need to express and
explore. He's all for it. He even says it turns him on."

"I see. Well I guess that's what you'll do." He put his headphones back on
and it was clear he was finished talking. Sam could be a total shit
sometimes.


I left Sam's room feeling frustrated. He was no help. I realized the only
thing I could do was go and talk to them. I knew they were in Drew's
bedroom. Probably reading or having more sex. I stood in the hall, not sure
of what to do. I realized I had never felt conflicted before. I had never
felt like I couldn't say exactly what I was feeling. I guess I mean to
Drew, more than anyone. I sighed and walked to his bedroom door and went
in.

I was relieved to see they were reading. The fire was burning and the room
was warm and the nice smell of bodies and a little sex. I imagined my scent
was part of that.

They both looked up at me when I came in. I felt uncertain, but Leigh
patted the bed beside him, so I got up and lay down beside him. I felt like
a child. I turned and rested my head on his shoulder. I heard Drew's
voice. "What's wrong, Rupert."

I was silent for a moment, just feeling Leigh's chest rising and
falling. "So what do we do now?"

I knew I didn't have to spell it out. Leigh put his hand in my hair,
stroking my temples. I heard his voice, and felt it through his chest at
the same time. "What do we need to do?"

But I could hear uncertainty in his voice. I raised my head and looked at
Drew. Drew seemed quite calm, which annoyed me. He was so...unflappable. So
even-tempered. He said, "I don't know. I really like that you two are
exploring each other. Have explored each other, apparently." He sounded
slightly wry.

I sat up. "Yes, we did. And it was...amazing." I looked at Leigh who
nodded. There was a flush on his face and his eyes were bright. I wanted to
kiss him so badly, but it didn't feel like the right time.

Drew slid closer to Leigh and took his hand. "Do you want to watch us
fuck?"

The question startled me and mostly because it was exciting, which I wasn't
expecting. "Watch you...? Right now?" And, I have to admit, a part of me
was annoyed, almost resentful.

I looked at Leigh who shrugged. I decided to be provocative. "Only if I can
be on the bed with you."

Drew laughed. "Of course. You can help out as well."

But then something occurred to me that felt similar to my conversation with
Sam. "But Drew, I don't want anything like what we did at the party, as fun
as that was. I mean with you fucking me, for instance. I think I've come to
a point in my life where I don't want that."

Drew looked surprised, but then he nodded. "Yeah. I don't either. I never
have, really. But you know, E and all, it makes it hard to be consistent."

With that he pulled back the sheet, revealing both of their naked
bodies. Drew was hard, and Leigh was on the way. They turned to each other
and their mouths met, and I could hear the sounds of their lips
working. Leigh ran his hand across Drew's chest and over his nipples, then
slid his hand further down, lightly trailing his fingers over the hardness
of Drew's cock which twitched with each touch.

I moved to the corner of the bed and unzipped my fly, hauling down my
pants. I was fascinated, but I also felt something else that was a little
more complicated, but I decided to ignore it.

Leigh turned and got on top of Drew and they began to grind themselves into
each other. From the angle I was watching, I could see their balls mashing
together, as the energy they brought to their mouths increased, an almost
rapacious urgency taking them over.

I could tell that Leigh was in a mood, because he sat up and on his knees,
pulled himself forward until his cock was at Drew's lips who began to lick
the head, then he opened his mouth and sucked the end, his tongue
exploring. Leigh grabbed Drew's head and pushed his cock all the way in and
stopped when his balls reached Leigh's mouth. They were draped on his
chin. Leigh gasped and threw his head back.

He adjusted his grip on Drew's head and lifted his hips so his cock pulled
out, then drove it back in. He did this a few times, Drew moaned each time
he thrust. After the fifth time, Leigh pulled himself out and sat back,
just looking at Drew. Then he moved to the side and said, "I want you on
your hands and knees. I've never fucked you from behind."

Drew almost excitedly sat up and pulled forward so he was looking at me,
his ass aimed at the top of the bed. Leigh quickly dug in the drawer by his
bed and extracted the lube. To my amazement, he threw the bottle at me. "Do
you want to?"

I didn't need an engraved invitation. I opened the bottle and crawled over
to Leigh and with a slippery hand, massaged his cock for a moment. I gave
him a very wet kiss and then sat back. He looked into my eyes for a moment,
a look that seemed to open me up, bare me to the world. What was going on?
But I sat back and poured some lube on myself, slowly stroking my
impossibly hard cock while I watched.

Leigh got behind Drew, who had watched this moment. He had an unreadable
expression on his face. I wasn't sure if it was lust or confusion or both,
but I chose to ignore that as well. But that was replaced by a gasp as
Leigh pushed forward and slid into him. He held Drew's waist and then ran
his hand up Drew's back. He bent over so he could lick Drew's shoulder as
he started to fuck himself forward.

I didn't know Leigh could be this way and it excited me beyond where I
already was. That was another thought, the meaning of which I yet again
chose to leave unexamined. And as if to prove the point I was not making to
myself, Leigh reached forward and grabbed Drew's hair which was just long
enough to get a fistful and as he thrust forward he pulled back, as he
fucked again, his hand pulled again.

This was a side of Leigh that I realized I wanted to see. It was that
simple. My hand on my cock moved a little faster as my excitement
grew. Drew was making sounds I had never heard, and Leigh was literally
pounding his asshole with his whole body. I could just make out Drew's cock
which was rigid below him and I also saw that Drew was jerking himself in
time with Leigh's movement.

I closed my eyes for a moment, savouring the intensity. When I opened them
again, Leigh was looking directly at me in a way that I had done to him at
the party. I felt vulnerable and that vulnerability made me even harder,
even more turned on.

Leigh's body was getting sweaty and he was keeping up a pace that I knew
couldn't last forever, but he kept going. Drew seemed to be transported and
the sounds he was making were rising in pitch, and every time Leigh thrust,
his voice got a little louder.

I looked down at my own cock which was almost angry looking, and streaming
onto my fist. I looked up just as Drew made a choking noise and I saw
streaks of his cum hitting the bed, over and over. It seemed to be
endless. Leigh kept going until Drew finally was quiet, just breathing
heavily, at which point he pulled out of Drew and sat back on his heels at
the head of the bed. His cock was shiny in the light and as hard as mine
was. He looked at me again. Without a word, he crawled down the bed until
we were face to face. He reached his arms out and pulled me closer, away
from the edge, then, as we had done before, he pulled my legs out and got
in my lap, positioning his ass over my cock. I just looked at him.

I said very softly, "Leigh..."

"No. This is what I want."

I realized I didn't know quite what he meant, but the rest of me didn't
care. I let him impale himself on me and the feeling of his body enclosing
mine almost pushed me over the edge. We were face to face again and our
mouths met in a constant, almost frantic exploration, our tongues almost
entwining, as he lifted himself and I fucked upwards and we found that odd
counterpoint we had found the other night almost immediately.

I felt like my orgasm started the moment our bodies connected and didn't
stop the whole time we fucked. He was grunting with the effort, but our
mouths never separated. I lunged up, our bodies colliding, my cock finding
somewhere deep in him. But my body, my balls, all the nerve-endings in my
cock had one conclusion in mind and this conclusion was arriving, and
arriving quickly. I tightened my grasp around Leigh's torso and fucked as
hard as I could up into him until I had to freeze as I held him, as his
breath blew in my ear, as his heart raced in his chest against mine and I
felt like I emptied my body of all the cum I had ever had.

I could feel it leaving my body into his, so much that it seeped out of his
asshole and onto my legs, and on it went. I was almost crying with the
release. Our mouths never parted until, my cock finally calming down, he
leaned back and -- just as it had on the sofa downstairs -- he took hold of
his own cock and immediately jets of cum squirted up between us, as high as
my chin where it hung, as high as my shoulder where I felt it run down my
back.

His head was thrown back and his mouth was open, but no sound came out, no
breath. He was rigid as the cum kept spewing a little lower, hitting his
own chest, my stomach and then pooling on his thigh, running down between
his legs.

He finally, slowly, brought his head down and looked directly into my
eyes. We just stared at each other and there was a mutual amazement in the
look. He leaned forward and said very quietly in my ear, "I just figured
something out."

Then he leaned back, a more solemn expression on his face. And then I
understood. "Yeah, I think I did, too." He looked a little sad, but didn't
say anything more, I knew why he was sad.

And I also knew in that moment what I had to do and so did he. He pulled
himself off me and crawled over to Drew who had been watching us, nestling
down by his shoulder. Drew ran his hand through Leigh's hair, wiping sweat
from his brow. They seemed so peaceful and gentle.

I felt it was time for me to go. I stood up and found my pants, and
collected my shirt, my socks and, with a nod in their direction, I took
myself to my room where I lay on the bed, feeling spent. I stared at the
ceiling and thought about how complicated things could get between people
so quickly