Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2016 18:15:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: JoshRJosh
Subject: gay male incest  A Brothers Love (2)  Part 26

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A Brother's love (2) part Twenty-Six



Connor's body was as I imagined.  His arms were lean as were his shoulders.
He had some definition around his pec, but not much.  His abs were nice,
tight and defined.  His butt was tight and round and his legs were lean but
had definition.

He said, "Your roommate,"

"Aaron," I said.

"He's out."  I stared at him.  "On a date?"

"Oh yeah.  So, have you been running since you're here?"

"Yeah.  I usually take off before I go to bed and jog around campus."

"How far do you run?"  I watched as he soaped his body.  I noticed that
when I faced the showerhead, he'd glance my way.  I turned and faced him
and ran my soapy hands over my junk wondering if he'd glance down.

He did and then looked away.  "I try to do at least four miles.  Sometimes
I do more."

"I'll let you know when we're running.  Aaron is new to running, so four
miles at a good pace is his limit.  But we push him.  You'll do fine with
my brother and his roommate."

"I didn't know swimmers ran."

"Build and work the lung capacity."

He nodded.

I said, "You've got the typical runners body."

He smiled and nodded.  "Skinny."

"Lean.  You've got some definition on your upper body.  You're legs are
good.  Flex."

He flexed his legs.  "Damn, you're all muscle."

We stepped out of the shower.  As he threw the towel over his head and
dried his hair, I got a good look at his junk.  Hard to know what a flaccid
dick becomes when hard, but his cock looked meaty and he had a nice set of
balls.  He didn't shave or trim his pubes.

"Do all swimmers shave?" he asked as we dried off.

"Yeah."  I dried my junk and then ran my hand over my trimmed pubes.  "I
trim my pubes, not shave."  I glance at him.  He was watching my hand.  "I
mean those Speedos are pretty skimpy and it would look pretty gross to have
pubes busting out over the waistband and around the crotch."

We smiled at each other.  He said, "I've noticed that a lot of guys are
trimming their pubes."  He wrapped his towel around his waist.  I did the
same.

"Yeah.  It's the hair caught in the teeth blow job thing."

He laughed.  "Maybe I should think about that?"

"You can borrow my trimmer if you want to give it a try sometime."

"Why trim and not shave?"

I explained how it was best to shave your balls.  "But I've found that if I
shave my pubes I get these red bumps when the hair grows back.  But if I
trim that doesn't happen."  I opened my towel, jutted out my crotch toward
him and said, "See, it's like a five o'clock shadow."

He looked and chuckled.  "Gotcha."

We walked out of the bathroom.  "Hey, well, good talking to you," I said.

"Yeah.  Good night."

I climbed into bed.  I still wasn't convinced he was gay.  Maybe.

Aaron got in at a little after seven in the morning.  I was awake but still
in bed.  "I'm going to shower," he said.  "You going to?"

"No.  I did last night.  You going to go to breakfast?"

"Yeah.  Wait for me."

I got out of bed and had to take a wicked piss.  I pulled on a pair of
boxer brief, grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and headed to the
bathroom.  Back in the room, I said to Aaron as we were getting dressed,
"Is this serious?"

He looked at me.  "I don't know."

"Do you like him, I mean like as a boyfriend?"

"I don't know."

I stared at him.

"Really, I don't.  I mean I've never had a boyfriend.  I've never dated
anyone.  I don't know how I'm supposed to feel."

"You spent the night."

"Yeah.  I mean it was nice to sleep with someone.  I guess I like him, but
I don't know.  Can we not talk about him?  What happened with Matt?"

I shrugged.  "It was a little weird.  I mean I fucked him."

He looked at me.

"I used a condom.  He and Phil are both bottoms.  It's weird."

"So they needed a dick."  I stared at him.  "I didn't mean it that way.
You're not a dick.  I meant they need someone to top them."

"Yeah, I guess.  It was fine.  Like with Jamie, I guess, sort of.  Let's go
to breakfast, I'm starving."

It was Sunday morning and the commons was near empty.  Aaron and I sat and
talked and ate like we hadn't eaten in days.  I said, "I'm meeting David at
three at the grill.  He wants to talk about something."

"What?"

"I don't know.  He said it's nothing."

"I'm going to hit the books when we get back."

"Yeah, me too."

He said, "How about we hang out tonight, just you and me.  Let's go into
town and get dinner. Tacos."

 I nodded.

We went back to the room, grabbed what we needed and then headed to our
favorite place to study other than the library.  There were classroom
buildings on campus that they kept open until the libraries closed and
opened in the mornings even on weekends.  We found a small classroom that
we liked and headed there.

We settled in by ten and didn't take a break until lunchtime.  Back to the
commons and then back to the classroom.  At a few minutes before three, I
said, "I've got to meet David."

"I'm going to head back to the dorms.  Maybe take a nap.  Come and get me
for dinner."

I headed to the grill and saw David sitting at a table with a large cup of
coffee.  I joined him.  "What's up?" I asked.

"I have a favor to ask.  Actually a couple of favors."

"Yeah sure.  What?"

"I'd like you to meet Tina," he said and glanced at me.

I felt that empty feeling in my stomach.  "It's serious already?"

"No. Not serious."  He stared at his hands.  "I'm in like.  Not in love."

I nodded.

Silence.

I said, "Can I ask you something?  I mean it's not about Tina."  He looked
at me.  "More about any girl you'd date or become serious about."

"Shoot."

"What would happen if she didn't like me?  Not like hate me.  That won't
happen, but if she just didn't like me, being around me."

He sighed and shook his head.  "Josh, you are the most likeable person I
know.  No one meets you and doesn't like you."

I sighed and shook my head.  "Okay, now you're blow shit up my ass."

"Smoke.  It's blow smoke up my ass."

I stared at him, feeling angry.  "If you don't want to answer my question,
just say so."

"I'd dump her.  One two three and she's gone," he said annoyed.  "What the
fuck would you do if you started dating some guy and he said I really don't
like your brother?"

I nodded.  "The same thing.  But everyone likes you," I said and smiled.

"Asshole."

"You said favors."

He glanced at me.  "Don't get defensive."

"Oh great.  What?"

"I'm not at all worried about her not liking you."

"You think I won't like her.  Why?  Is she anti gay?"

"Like I'd go out with someone who is anti gay.  No, it's not about her."

"Me?"

A deep sigh.  "Can you please not put up a wall?"  I stared at him.  I was
feeling defensive.  He said, "I'm worried.  I worried that I fucked things
up."

"How?"  He glanced at me.  I said, "You mean because of what we did."  He
nodded.  "You think I'm going to be the jealous ex-girlfriend who is going
to hate your new girlfriend?"

"Not my words but you have the idea right.  Don't be angry.  Maybe it's all
my shit.  Maybe I'm afraid you're hurt and,"

"Stop."

We made eye contact.

"It is your shit."  We stared at each other.  "I want to say something.
I've been thinking about this for a while.  I want you to hear me out and I
don't want you to take this away from me.  I swear if you do your thing
with me, I'll hit you."

"Hit me?"

"Okay, I'll get up and walk away."

"Walk away?"

"Fuck, David.  I'll be angry."

"I'd rather you hit me than walk away."

"Okay, I'll hit you."

He stared at me.

"I've been thinking.  Hear me out.  Our childhood.  It was shit.  I was
reading that hitting a child can cause trauma.  And that emotional abuse
causes psychological trauma.  Threats of abandonment or emotional
withdrawal of love, emotional abandonment as a punishment also causes
psychological trauma, maybe more than screaming and yelling and threats."

He stared at me.

I sighed.  "David you survived our childhood.  You had the strength to
survive it."  I felt tears sitting on my eyelids.  "You survived it and you
both literally and figuratively saved me, kept me alive and helped me
survive.  You had no one.  I had you.  I would have physically died and if
not that, I would have never survived emotionally.  You built this cocoon,
this emotional cocoon around me, a safety net for me to land in.  And I
did, over and over again.  You were there for me, David.  And I don't want
to hear about how my mere presence was what you needed.  Imagine me trying
to deal with knowing that I was gay and not having you there."

He was about to speak.  "Don't.  I'm not done.

"You saved me physically and emotionally and psychologically.  I mean I'm
fucked up, but I'd be a lot more fucked up if it weren't for you."  He
looked like he might say something.  I held up my finger and shook my head.
"You know I love you.  I know you know I love you.  I want you to be happy.
You're right I could do the ex-girlfriend thing.  Or I could do the forever
grateful brother thing."  My voice cracked.

He sighed.

"David I'd do anything, anything you asked of me.  I'd take a bullet for
you."

I saw tears fall from his eyes.  He hung his head and wiped the tears away.

"David, what?"

He shook his head.  More tears.

I remembered him say that he never cries.  Have you ever seen my cry, he
asked.

"David?"

He shook his head.  "It's nothing."  He sighed and wiped his face.

"David you never cry.  What's going on?"

"Mind games.  I'm just so sure I'm fucking up somewhere and something bad
is going to happen and it will all be my fault.  Like as soon as I feel
good about something it is going to be ripped away."

"I'm not going to not like Tina because you like her.  And I'm certainly
not ever going to walk away from you because you like fucking girls more
than guys."

He glanced at me.

I whispered, "More than me."

He sighed.  "I know we've talked about this.  And I hear you, but this
thing keeps happening in my head - You've fucked it all up and everyone
will leave you."

"That's that abandonment shit I was talking about.  I'll meet her and I'll
like her."

"No," he said.  "No.  I want you to met her and be yourself and be open to
liking her.  I think you will.  She's a lot like you."

"She has a big dick."

He smiled and shook his head.  "She has that sense of humor.  She's smart.
She's athletic.  She plays Lacrosse here."

"She's on the woman's Lacrosse team?"

"Yes.  And she has a good heart like you, loving, funny, like you.  And she
says what's on her mind, but like you, she's caring."

"Does she get angry like me?"

"I don't know."

"I'll be open to liking her.  I promise.  And if she hurts you, I know a
guy who knows some guys."

He smiled.  "You're hanging out with Matt."

"David stop with this idea that you fucked things up with me.  That's
bullshit.  I miss it, but what I don't have with you now I can find, or I
hope I can find with someone else.  What we still have with each other I
never want to lose."

"No chance of that at my end either."

"Then we're great."

"Oh and one thing to what you said."

"Be careful."

"You're not fucked up anymore than anyone else walking around here."

I stared at him.  "Okay, I'll let you have that."

"How about tonight.  We can get dinner someplace.  Just short and sweet."

"I already told Aaron I'd have dinner with him.  At the Taco place."

"That's fine.  Call him.  I want him to meet her too."

"He's napping.  I'm sure it's okay.  I'll ask him and text you.  Let's
figure around six."

"Great," David said.  He sighed.

"What?"

"I won't take anything away from what you've said, but you've got to let me
have what I have, like you have what you have."

"My mere presence."

"No.  You being you."

I felt tightness in my throat.  "I don't get it, but okay."

I headed back to the dorm.  Aaron was curled up in his bed in just his
boxer briefs.  I undressed, set the alarm for 5:30 and crawled in bed
beside him.  He opened his eyes and rolled onto his back.

Lying on my side and facing him, I said, "Is this still allowed."

He pulled my arm over him.  "You're such a dick."

I told him about us joining David and Tina at the Taco Place.  "I know you
said just you and me."

"No, that's cool.  I like that I'm being included."

"You're family."

He glanced at me, grabbed my junk and said, "You know what they say.
Incest is best."

I felt my face tingle.  "Family by choice, but sure, why not."

He said, "I need to nap.  How about we go to dinner, then the library for a
while and then massages.  I think you need one."

I slipped my hand into his briefs.  "You need one too?"

He smiled.  Put his hand on top of mine.  He held my hand in place and
closed his eyes.  I closed mine thinking about what it would be like to
kiss him.  Soon he was asleep.  He must not have gotten much sleep last
night, I thought.  I kept my hand on his junk and stared at his face.  I
thought he was much better looking than David or me.  There was gentleness
to his face, softness.  Odd, I thought, because he had high cheekbones, an
angular nose and full lips.  I loved his lips.  I stared.  Maybe it was his
hair.  The way his soft curls framed his face.

His hand rested on mine as mine held his junk.

I fell asleep.  I woke feeling his hand on my junk.  I looked at him.  He
was awake.  He smiled.  I smiled and stretched.  I glanced at the clock.
It was 5:25.  He said, "I thought I'd wake you before the alarm went off."

I nodded and put my hand on top of his hand that was still holding my junk.
I pressed his hand hard into my junk and then tightened my hand around his.
My cock responded.  He chuckled.  I pulled his hand away.  I said, "Later."

We dressed and headed for the Taco Place.  As we approached, Aaron said,
"There's David.  What's her name?"

"Christina, but he calls her Tina."

"Wow, she's pretty."

I nodded.  "Yeah, she is."

David spotted us and said something to Tina.  He looked our way and smiled.

Nice lips and teeth, I thought.

I put out my hand and said, "Hi, Tina, I'm Josh, the baby brother."

She smiled.  "Hi, Josh.  I've heard so much about you."  She shook my hand.

Aaron said, "That's not good."

I shoved him and said, "That's my best friend Aaron.  He's eating alone."

Aaron laughed and shook hands with Tina.  "He's my best friend," he said.

"I've heard about you too," she said.  She smiled, "And it's all good."

We got in line.  I looked at David as he stared at her while she talked to
Aaron and me.  I said, "So, Lacrosse."

She smiled.  "Yeah.  I like competing and it keeps me in shape."

"I'll say," I said.

They all looked at me.  "What?  I mean you are in great shape."

She laughed.  "Thank you."

David smiled and said, "Whatever comes to mind comes out of his mouth."

"I like that," she said.

We ordered, got our food and found a place to sit.

Her hair was long and straight and dark brown.  Her eyes were big and
brown.  Her face was soft and her smile big.  She was almost as tall as
David, so probably about five foot eight or nine inches.  Her shoulders
were broad, her breast looked perky and good sized and her waist was small.
She had shorts on.  She had long legs and they were nicely shaped.

When she talked she smiled and glanced at David a lot.

She had ordered two veggie Tacos and with the hot sauce.  "You've eaten
here before?" I said.

"Hasn't everyone."

"So you like it hot," I said as I bit into mine.  I ordered chicken tacos
with the hot sauce as did David.  Aaron went for mild.

"I love it hot."

I smiled and swallowed.  "I kind of figured that since you're with David."

It took a moment and then she chuckled.  "It's that swimmer body," she
said.

I smiled and nodded.

Aaron said to Tina, "You going to the meet this week?"

"Of course."

"Cool.  Let's sit together.  We can cheer for the brothers."

She said to me, "David said you're swimming."

I sighed.  "That's what they tell me.  I just hope I don't embarrass
myself."

We talked, ate and joked.  When it was time to leave, I said to Tina, "I
hope my brother doesn't screw this up, because I'd really like to get to
know you better.  You seem like fun."

She smiled and pulled me into a hug.  Aaron smiled at her.  She hugged him.
I hugged David and whispered.  "I like her a lot."

David and Aaron hugged.

We brought our backpacks with us and headed to the library.  I received a
text from David, it read: Thank you.  And of course she likes you a lot.

Aaron and I agreed that Tina and David looked good together and that we
liked her.  If anything bothered me it was that both Aaron and David had
found someone to date.

I gave Aaron a massage first.  It ended with my licking his nipples, moving
my finger around in his butt as I stroked him.  I decided that I loved the
feeling of his cum spraying my chest and dripping back onto him.

Sitting on his legs watching him relax, I said, "If you become boyfriends,
I guess this won't happen."

He sighed.  "I don't know.  I mean its not sex, right?"

I chuckled and played with his cock.  "I think if I had a boyfriend and his
roommate was jerking him off, I might think it was sex."

"Well he's not my boyfriend, so nothing to worry about tonight."

I wiped myself clean and then wiped him clean.  I lay face down and he
straddled my legs.  He began with my shoulders.  I said, "Matt wants me to
come over next weekend."

"Over?"

"With Phil and him."

"You into it?"

"I don't know.  I mean I guess.  It's weird they have this no kissing
policy.  I mean I've got my dick up his ass, but we can't kiss."

"I get that."

I thought about it.  "Yeah, I guess I do too.  I showered with Connor."

"I was in the shower with him a couple of times."

"Really?  You think he's gay?"

"Do you?"

"Not sure.  I mean he seemed interested.  But I was kind of egging him on."

He chuckled.  "Like it would take a lot of `egging on' on your part."

"Be nice.  I think he's shy.  I asked him to run with us."  I told Aaron
about him being a runner.

"Oh great.  So again I'm the dork."

"Get over yourself.  He can keep pace with us or he can take off and run
with David and John.  Besides, you're getting better.  Pretty soon I'll
be,"

He smacked my butt.  I laughed.  "What?"

"I know what you were going to say.  Pretty soon you'll be able to break
into a jog."

I laughed hard.

"Asshole."

I laughed even harder.

"You're lucky I love you."

"Ah, come on.  You know I'm teasing."

"Yeah, but I like slapping your butt."

"Got me hard."

He chuckled.

I said, "I love you too.  You know that right?"

"Yes."

He did a great job on my back and gluts.  I rolled over.  I stared at him
as he massaged my chest and legs. I was hard the entire time.  "Can you
just play with my balls and jerk me off?"

"Sure.  Anyway you want."

He stroked my cock and ran his fingers over my balls.  I liked looking at
his face as he focused on my cock.  When he'd look into my eyes, we'd
smile.  Then he was back to focusing on my cock.

"I'm close," I said, and moaned.

He stroked my cock with one hand and put his other hand over my cock and
rubbed my cock head over the palm of his hand.

"Oh fuck," I sighed and began coming.

He wiped me clean.

"Lie on me," I said.

We held each other.

I swam Monday morning.  Aaron used the cardio machines and then swam laps.
We had breakfast and then went to class.  Later that afternoon, I received
a call from David.  He said, "The swim schedule for the meet is up."
Everyone already knew what they'd be swimming.  This was just a formality.
I knew I'd be swimming the 200 backstroke.

"What am I swimming?"

He chuckled.  "Ah, 200 freestyle, 200 backstroke, 400 freestyle relay."

"You're shitting me."

"Get over yourself.  Remember, you're getting paid."

"Fuck that.  Which freestyle team?  Don't you dare say with the seniors."

"No.  You're with the juniors.  And you're swimming last."

"No fucking way.  No way, David."

He laughed.  "Suck it up.  You'd be complaining no matter what he gave you
to swim.  You're such a whiner."

"Did I tell you that I hate you?"

"Yeah, many times."

I hung up.  Aaron said, "Bad?"

I told him.  "I've never swum 200's in competition.  And all the pressure
is on the last guy in the relay."

"You'll do fine."

"I hate pressure."

"So throw up before the race and then you'll be okay."

"Did I tell you that I hate you?"

He laughed and nodded.

I paced around before my first race.  David came up to me.  "No
expectations here.  He's just doing this to give you experience.  We're
going to win this meet.  Just don't come in last," he said and smiled.

"Asshole."

I heard other guys chuckle.

"Just do well in the backstroke."

"Maybe you shouldn't talk to me.  You're not helping."

"I mean like fourth.  And don't worry about the relay.  The seniors will
take first place, they'll take second and probably third.  Just enjoy the
race."

I walked out to the pool with the team.  I never look into the stands.  I
don't want to know who is there or where anyone is sitting.  Swimming for
the Bolts got to be second nature to me except when there was pressure to
win.  Swimming high school meets was more difficult because all of my
friends would be there and expectations were high.

I kept telling myself that this didn't count, or that my performance didn't
matter.  We were expected to win this meet no matter how I did.

I knew the times of the other swimmers swimming the 200 freestyle.  If I
did my best I could come in fourth.  I could also come in last.  They
called the race.  I stood, stretched for the last time, got into my crouch
and waited for the buzzer.

I felt good in the water.  I could hear the crowd, but I went into that
zone Ð me and the water, silk on my body, just let muscle memory take
over.  When I made my turn, I felt good.  I poured it on.  Another turn,
then another and another.  The race was over.  I never looked up at the
board.  I congratulated the guys next to me and got out of the pool.  I saw
David.  He knew to leave me alone.

Eric, who was a junior, walked up to me and said, "Nice. We took all three
places.  Good work."

I glanced at the board.  I took a third.  I looked at David.  He nodded.

David swam next.  He was in the 100 breaststroke.  He had the butterfly
locked up, but there was competition here for him.  I stood to the side and
watched.  He always looks so cool, like he's in practice rather than
competition, but I know he gets as nervous as I do.

He looked great in the water and he took first place.  Unlike me, the first
thing he does when he hits the wall is look up at the board.  He's always
so modest.  He never reacts when he wins.  He just swims to the other
swimmers and congratulates them as the congratulate him.  He got out of the
pool.  We made eye contact and nodded.

There were other races before my 200 backstroke.  I paced around and tried
to ignore everyone.  That was near impossible.  Guys kept coming up to me
and chatted.  Everyone has their prerace style.  Mine is to hide out.  I
went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet for a couple of minutes.

When my race was called, I walked out.  I passed David.  "No pressure," he
said.

Backstroke starts with the swimmer in the water.  I jumped in and got into
position.  Buzzer.  Fuck, I thought, late on the start.  Every tenth of a
second counts.  I waited for that `going into the zone' thing, but it
didn't happen until after my first turn.  Again I could hear the crowd and
again I tuned them out.  By the second turn I was feeling good.  When I
race I stop thinking about my stroke, like I do in practice.  I just let my
body do its thing and to my surprise I was feeling better than I expected.

When I hit the wall and the race was over, I did my routine, swam to the
guys next to me and said, "Good race," and then I pulled myself out of the
pool.  I saw David walking toward me.  I just looked down and kept walking.
He grabbed me by the nape of the neck, his thumb pressed against my ear and
his fingers wrapped around the back of my head and turned my head toward
the scoreboard.  I looked.  I took a second and better than any time I had
in practice.

David pulled me toward him, put his mouth to my ear and said, "I'm so proud
of you."

"Thank you."

"Now just relax and enjoy the rest of the meet."

I nodded.

He still had his hand on my neck.  He turned my head toward the crowd.  I
saw Aaron, Tina, Connor and other guys from the dorm standing, waving and
smiling.

I smiled and nodded.

While waiting for the relay, I loosened up and chatted with other
teammates.  Matt came and talked.  "I know you like to be alone at meets."
I glanced at him.  "David told me.  If you want,"

"No, I'm good."

"Nice race.  The coach told David he was happy but not surprised."

"Really?"

I wasn't as nervous when they called the relay.  David and Eric and a
couple of the seniors were swimming the same team.  I was swimming with two
juniors and Matt.  Our hope was to take third place.  My hope, swimming
last, the pressure position, was not to lose any ground.  We did take third
place and not only did I not lose yards, but I gained ground on their
second place team.

We were all very happy with how we did.  Walking from the shower to my
locker, the coach stopped me.  "Everyone has their own process before a
race.  Mine was much like yours.  You work yourself into a state and then
use all that energy in the pool."

I nodded.

"I'm very happy with how you did."

"Thank you."

"I know what I'm doing.  Trust me and you'll be better than you think you
can be.  But don't doubt me."

I nodded.

I dressed and then left the locker room.  David had already made it
outside.  I spotted Aaron first.  He walked up to me.  "You looked great.
You happy?"

"Yeah.  First college meet is over with.  All uphill from here," I said and
smiled.

He hugged me.

Connor said, "You looked great.  Damn, I had no idea you were so fast."

"I didn't win."

"Yeah, but you're just a freshman."

"Thank you."

Tina stood back and waited.  She walked up to me.  "Nice job.  David said
the coach was really happy with you."

I smiled and nodded.  She said, "You look hot in those Speedos."

I laughed.

She hugged me.  "We're going to dinner later.  Come with us?"

"Ah, let me see what Aaron has planned."

"Ask him to come."

"Sounds good.  I'll call David."

She smiled and nodded.

Other guys from the dorm came up to me.  It was nice getting all the
attention.  I looked around for Aaron to ask him what he had planned for
the rest of the day.  It was then that I first noticed Zack.  He and Aaron
were talking.  Zack and I made eye contact and then he quickly looked away.

Aaron came up to me and said, "What are your plans?"

I told him what Tina said.

"Zack wants to hang out."

"Okay.  I'll catch you later.  If you're around for dinner, you can come
with us."

He nodded and walked away.  I thought it strange that Zack stood back, but
I really didn't know him.  As we were heading out, Matt and Phil approached
me.  "Can we count on you for tomorrow night?"

I nodded.

Matt said, "Good.  I'll pick you up at eight."

A bunch of us went to dinner.  Aaron did join us.  He sat with Tina, David
and me.

Matt text me Saturday afternoon.  It read: A friend of Phil's, another top,
wants to join us, but only if you say okay.  He's versatile and bi, but
quiet about it.  Very good looking and great body.

I text back that I was okay with him joining us.

I felt anxious and excited.

Aaron had gone out with Zack and wouldn't be home until morning.  When Matt
arrived at the dorm he text messaged me that he was waiting.  I noticed
that there was someone in the passenger seat.  At first I thought it was
Phil, but then I saw that it wasn't.

I got in the backseat.  Matt said, "Josh, his is Robert."

He turned and gave me his hand to shake.  "I saw you swim.  Good to meet
you."

"Good to meet you."

Matt was right.  Robert was very good looking.  Short light brown hair and
a very attractive face.  He looked athletic.  As we drove we talked.
Robert played high school basketball but wasn't playing at college.  He was
a Junior.  He explained that he was bi-heterosexual.  I thought to myself,
every guy I meet who has sex with guys has another term to describe
themselves.

"Bi-heterosexual?"  I said.

"Yeah, I enjoy sex with guys, but I'm not attracted to them.  I'm attracted
to girls."

Like David, I thought, and Eric and probably a lot of other guys.

We arrived at Phil's apartment.  His roommates were out.  We went to Phil's
bedroom and undressed.  Phil tossed a box of condoms and lube on the bed.
He and Matt waited as Robert and I pulled off our underwear.  Phil said,
"Matt told me what you're carrying."

"Carrying," I said.

He knelt down in front of me and started sucking my cock.  I watched as
Matt sucked Robert's cock.  Robert ran his hand over my chest and abs.
"Nice," he said.

I smiled and ran my hand over his chest and down to his groin.

Robert said to me, "Do you kiss?"

I nodded.  He leaned in.  We kissed.  He sighed.  That got me hard.

Phil and Matt kept sucking cock and Robert and I kept kissing and touching.
I heard Phil gagging a couple of times.  Then hel stood.  I put my hand on
his cock.  It felt to be about six inches and as thick as mine.  He said,
"I was hoping to take you all down my throat, but I don't think so.  Has
anyone taken it all?"

"Yes.  A high school friend."

Matt stood up and then sat on the bed.  Robert looked down at my cock.  I
put my hand on his.  My guess was that it was about seven inches.  He got
on his knees and began giving me head.  Phil and Matt started making out.

Robert gave good head.  He too tried and failed to get my cock down his
throat.  He stood, smiled and kissed me.

Our attention went to Matt and Phil.  Robert put on a condom.  I did also.

We fucked Phil and Matt in different positions.  I fucked Phil for a while,
then I fucked Matt.  Robert did the same.  Matt and Phil moaned and
groaned.  Then they got into a sixty-nine position.  Phil, who had been
with them before, knew what to do.  Phil was on the bottom, his butt at the
edge of the bed.  Matt was kneeling over him.  Phil knelt behind Matt.  I
stood beside the bed, pushed Phil's legs up, lined up and pressed into him.
He moaned.  Matt and Phil gave each other head while Robert and I fucked
them.

Matt came first and it sounded like he came hard.  Then he was back to
sucking Phil while I fucked him.  While I was fucking Phil, I watched
Robert jerk off onto Matt's back.  Then Phil came.

When I pulled out of Phil I still hadn't come.  I pulled off my condom and
then stepped back.  Very quickly I lost interest and lost my erection.  I
think everyone assumed that I came.

We sat on the bed.

Matt and Phil said, "We'll shower first then you two can."

Standing in the shower, Robert said, "Did you come?"

"Not really."

"They're going to ask if we want to stay.  If you'd like to hang out, just
you and me, I'd be up for that if your room is free.  They said you're
roommate,"

"Yeah, he's out for the night."

"We can call a cab.  I mean you really should come."  He smiled.

"Yeah, sure."

He kissed me and he kissed really well.

Walking up to my dorm, Robert said, "Give me your room number, head in,
I'll follow in about two minutes."  I stared at him.  "Just nervous about
people knowing."

"Okay."

"Leave your door unlocked."

I went to my room and began to undress.  He opened my door and locked it
behind him.  He pulled me into his arms and kissed me and sighed.  While
kissing passionately we undressed.  He sat on my bed.  "Do we need
condoms?" I asked.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

I got the condoms and lube.  I was about to turn off my desk light when he
asked me to leave it on.

We held each other, kissing and wrestling around on the bed.  He whispered
into my ear.  "I have a request, a fantasy."

I looked at him.  "What's that?"

We stared at each other.  "You can say no."

"I know."

"Well, so, I have a girlfriend.  We have sex, oral sex and we fuck."

"Okay."

"She's very passive.  I mean she gets into it and has orgasms and she'll do
anything I want, but she never initiates anything."

"You want me to be like your girlfriend," I said and was about to say no.

"No.  I want to be her and I want you to be me."  He glanced at my digital
clock.  "What time is your roommate coming back?"

"I can text him and tell him to call before he heads back."

"Please."

I text messaged Aaron.  It was almost 1 am so I was surprised when he text
me back.  I said to Robert, "He'll be back here around eight, but he'll
call before he heads back."

"Good so we have like six hours."

I smiled.  "AH, I'm good, but six hours.  Not sure about that."

He smiled.  "We can keep each other busy.  So, are you up for making me
your slut."

I laughed.  "Slut."

"Yeah.  I won't say no to anything, but keep it safe."

I smiled and said, "Sure, why not?  I mean you're not going to just lie
there?"

He smiled.  "I couldn't even if I tried.  He put my hand on his junk.  He
was hard.  I just won't initiate, but I'll definitely get into whatever you
want."

I chuckled.  "Anything?"

"Sit on my face and I'll eat your ass.  Shove your cock down my throat and
I'll take it.  Spank my ass and I'll thank you.  Fuck me as hard as you
want and I'll say more."  He smiled.  "You up to it."

I laughed.  "Hang on."

I had six hours, so I was going to take it slow and enjoy myself.  I rolled
over on top of him and put my mouth to his.  We kissed passionately,
licking and biting at each other.  I pressed my junk into his and began
humping him.  He held me and moaned.  I slowly licked and bit my way down
to his cock.  When I put his dick in my mouth he moaned loudly.  I wasn't
gentle.  I sucked, I licked and I grazed my teeth over his cock.  He arched
his back and groaned.  I gently bit at his scrotum.  He held my head and
moaned.

"You're not allowed to come until I tell you."

"Yes, sir," he sighed.

I worked his cock hard.  He twisted and moaned.  "I'm close," he pleaded.

I moved and straddled his chest.  He looked up at me.  I pressed my cock
down and rubbed it over his eyes, his nose and his chin.  "Stick out your
tongue."  I rubbed it over his tongue and then pressed it into his mouth.
He moaned as he sucked my cock.  I began thrusting, each time going deeper
until he gagged.

I sat back.  We looked at each other.  He smiled.  I put my finger in his
mouth.  He sucked on it.  I scooted back and leaned down.  "Open your
mouth."  He did.  I let saliva drip from my mouth into his.

He caught it all and swallowed.  "Oh fuck, yeah.  You are so fucking hot."
He opened his mouth, like a baby bird trying to coax its mother to give it
food.  I smiled and let spit slide off my tongue and into his mouth.

I leaned down and we kissed, wrestled around the bed and then I had my cock
in his mouth again.  This time I was on my back and he was kneeling between
my legs.  I held his head as he moved up and down.  "More.  Take more," I
said.  "I want to feel it down your throat."

He pressed downward and I thrust.  He gagged, came off my cock and took a
deep breath.  "I want you to take it all," I said.

He smiled.  "Yes, sir."

I put my arms behind my head and watched as he worked his way down my cock.
I lay still and let him do the work.  Each time he gagged he'd come up for
air.  He looked at me.  "I'm going to do this."

"Then I'm going to fuck you."


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