Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2016 18:47:39 +0000 (UTC) From: JoshRJosh Subject: gay male incest A Brothers Love (2) part 27 Please do not read if you are not of legal age or if this material is illegal where you live. This story belongs to JoshR. Copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved. Nifty.org is a great site and it is FREE and run by a dedicated person who gives of his time and energy. Please DONATE. Oh yeah, and thank you for the kind emails. They are very much appreciated. (Again forgive the typos.) A Brother's love (2) part Twenty-Seven I put my arms behind my head and watched as Robert 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." "Okay, and then I'm going to fuck you." I did enjoy his determination. He sucked, opened his mouth and worked his way down my cock. Finally, he had his nose pressed to my skin. He came off my cock gagging, his eyes red with tears. "Fuck, Josh." I thought he'd quit, but back he went, sucking, licking and going down on my cock. He moved up and lay on me. We kissed, something that surprisingly he was great at for a bi-heterosexual who wasn't attracted to men. Again, we pressed hard against each other and moved around the bed. No rush, I thought, we have all night. I turned him around so that he was kneeling over me. We sucked each other. I played with his hole. He was tight. "Give me the lube," I said. He did. While he sucked my cock, I put lube on his hole. I slid a finger in. "Fuck, Robert, you're tight." "Haven't been fucked in almost a year." I worked my finger around in his ass. He moaned while he licked my balls. I pressed two fingers into him and worked his hole. He arched his back and moaned. I squirted lube on his hole and worked it in. He kept moaning. "Put a condom on my cock," I said. He sat up, opened the package, rolled it down my cock and then applied lube to it. He turned around and straddled my hips. I smiled at him. "Who said I was going to have you sit on it." He chuckled. I said, "Okay, if you need to work it in, sit." "I'll take it anyway you want." "Ah, I think maybe you should take it slow and easy at first." He smiled. "I can take it slow and easy or hard and fast." I smiled and shook my head. "Okay, then get on your knees and get your butt in the air." He smiled at me. "Yes, sir." I stood behind him. "Butt in the air and arch your back." He did. "And don't pull away." He chuckled. I put my cock head against his hole. "Ah, and maybe you better use that pillow." "For what?" he said grabbing my pillow. "Muffle your moans. I don't want everyone on the floor hearing you yelp." He laughed. "I'm not a yelper, but do your best," he said and put his face in my pillow. I had to admit that I was extremely turned on but did not understand why he wanted it this way. What is it with straight men wanting their holes destroyed, I wondered. It's not anything that I would want to experience. Besides, I thought, I had stretched his hole a bit. I pressed my finger in. He moaned. "Ah, that was a finger." He was still tight. "Shit," he said. "Changing your mind?" "Go for it, big boy. You're not all that." I laughed. I lined up, put my cock head against his hole, grabbed both of his hips and pressed in. In one move, I was skin against skin. He did not moan. He growled into the pillow. He did not pull away. His body shook. I pulled almost all the way out. He took deep breaths. I went all the way back in, once twice, three times. "You okay?" I said. He grabbed my hand that was on his right hip and moved it to his cock. He was rock hard and dripping pre cum which surprised me. I began fucking him, slow and steady and unlike with Phil, I was enjoying it. His back was strong. He had the V-shape that I love so much and his gluts were round and firm. Quickly I was close. I pulled out of him and pushed him onto his back. He pulled his legs up and wide. I pressed into him. I fucked him until I was close again and then stopped. I lay on him and pressed deep into him. We kissed. He wrapped his legs around me. "Fuck, you are big." I pulled back a bit. We kissed. We moved to different positions. Him on his stomach, him on his side, him standing and then back to him on his back. I loved fucking him. My cock was hard and on fire. But what was turning me on the most was the kissing, the licking and the biting. His passion ignited mine. I couldn't hold back any longer. While fucking him, I began stroking his cock. He moaned and groaned. I moved so that I was sitting on my legs. I pulled him up so that his back rested on my thighs and I was deep into him. I knew as I thrust I was passing over his prostate. I masturbated him and made short and fast thrusts. He moaned and groaned. His eyes widened and he said, "I'm going to come." I squeezed his cock hard and stroked him. He body trembled as a flood of cum exploded from his cock. I kept stroking his cock. He took my hand and said, "Please. It's so sensitive." I stopped. I pressed his legs to his chest and fucked him until I was ready to come. I pulled out, pulled off my condom and shot my load all over his chest and then collapsed on top of him. He held me, kissing my neck and cheek. I turned and we kissed. Neither of us spoke. We stroked each other's body, kissed and held each other. When I did move, I got up, grabbed a towel and wiped us clean. Then I lay beside him. He looked at me. He said, "I mean this in the best way. You're a fucking animal." I chuckled. "Fuck, Josh. You could make money." I smiled and said, "You brought out the animal in me. Usually, I'm a sweetheart." We both laughed. He kissed me. He looked at the clock. "Fuck, that was over two hours." It was after three. "Three to go." He laughed. "I need to rest for a minute to two." I laughed. We talked about high school, college, him dating girls. Then he asked, "When did you know you were gay?" "I think I always knew, or I knew I had attractions to guys. When did you," I hesitated. "So, this bi-heterosexual thing. When did you figure that out?" "Well, I'm just very comfortable having sex with guys." "Yeah, I'd say." He smiled and kissed me. "When I was thirteen my best friend, he was my age, he and I used to sit around a play with our dicks and look at porn. When he was fourteen, he knew this girl, she was sixteen and wasn't a virgin. He wanted to have sex with her. She knew that we were best friends. She said she'd have sex with both of us if he and I did stuff first." "She wanted you and your best friend to have sex?" "Yes. At first it was like, if we touched each other's erection, she'd let us touch her pussy. So, of course, we touched each other. Over time it went from there to us masturbating each other to masturbate her. Oral sex with each other, then she'd have oral sex with us. I mean I would have done anything to see her naked and touch her and the idea of sticking my dick in her used to keep me up at night." "You fucked your friend?" "Yes and he fucked me. Then he climbed on her and fucked her and then I fucked her. And then it stopped. We were fourteen, had sucked and fucked each other and she wouldn't do it anymore. So what do two horny fourteen year olds do after that?" "Suck and fuck each other." "Yeah. I mean sometimes it was two three times a week, then not for three or four months and then two three months of every other day. It was weird. We agreed we weren't gay, but we were best friends and we had done it already, so when you're horny?" "Might as well." He nodded. "In high school we both had girlfriends and we were getting laid. At least, I know I was. And still we'd meet up and go at each other. Then I came here. The first year I just dated girls, but the second year I started messing around with this other straight guy. The sex was pretty crazy, real crazy, but he wouldn't kiss. He'd do anything and we did everything, but he wouldn't kiss. Then I met Phil. He and I messed around. Then he started dating Matt and they were not dating anyone else. Then he called me when I got back here. We fucked around, or I fucked him. Then he told me about their arrangement and then told me about you. I told them that I wasn't sure about it. Matt said I should come to the swim meet and check you out." He chuckled. "After seeing you, I said yes." "'I've known other guys who are bi or bi-heterosexual. At first I don't think I got it but I think I do now." "What about you? When did you start having sex?" I told him about jerking off with friends at the river but didn't mention that it was with the Bolts. I told him about Jamie and Sean and my three-way with Jamie and Aaron. Of course, I didn't say anything about David." "So, have you ever been fucked?" He caught me off guard. "Ah, yeah, by Jamie." "So are you mostly a top. Phil said you were versatile." "Yes, mostly a top. I enjoy getting fucked, but when things get going," He said, "You mean when they see your cock and think, I want to try that up my ass." I smiled, "Yeah, I guess." "I'll fuck you if you want." "We'll see what mood I get into. A lot of times I like to fuck." "Well like I said, whatever you want." When he said that my dick started moving. I glanced at the clock. It was a little after four. I wanted to fuck him again, but the thought of getting fucked was turning me on. I put my hand on his junk. His dick was flaccid. I leaned over and started kissing him. Again I was surprised with his passion and sensuality. As we kissed I felt his cock get rock hard. Again, we rolled around on the bed, licking, kissing and biting each other. I gave him head, then more kissing and then he was giving me head. Back and forth, over and over. I knelt over his face. He sucked my cock while I sucked his. I was surprised when he moved and began licking and biting my butt. I sat up and sat on his face. He moaned and pressed his tongue hard against my hole. I leaned down and licked and sucked his cock. He put a finger into my ass. "Fuck, Josh, talk about tight." "I know," I said. I thought, the last time I got fucked was about five weeks ago. I guess my sphincter tightened up again. I grabbed a condom and rolled it onto my dick. Then I rolled one onto his. I lubed up his condom and then mine. He worked my hole with his finger. I said, "We're going to fuck each other." "Whatever you want," he said breathing hard. "But you're not allowed to come until I tell you." He smiled. "Yes, sir." I got on my knees. He got behind me. I said, "Slow and easy." He went in slowly. When he fucked me, he grabbed my hips and thrust. Then he held me by my shoulders and thrust. Then he took a handful of hair. He pulled out breathing hard. I stood and said, "On your knees." We fucked each other over and over. It was almost six. I lay down on my back and told him to sit on my cock and masturbate. "Come on my chest," I said. He bounced up and down and grinded his hips as he masturbated. I touched his legs, his abs and his chest. I pinched his nipples. He moaned. He looked fantastic, his body was solid and smooth, that V-shape, his pecs were defined and his abs tight. His body moved in the most erotic way, slowly moving up and down and grinding side to side. He looked down at me. "I'm close," he moaned. "Please tell me I can come." I love watching a guys face when he comes; that moment of climax and then the release. This would be his third time coming. I wondered if he'd have much cum. I pushed his hand away and took hold of his cock and stroked. He leaned forward, put his hands on my pecs as his body began to shake. He grunted. Cum oozed from his cock, over my fingers and dripped onto my chest. He was almost wheezing. He leaned down and kissed me. I flipped him onto his back. He looked surprised. I fucked him and fucked him fast and hard. I pulled out, pulled off my condom and sprayed his chest. I lay on him. We held each other, breathing hard and kissing. After cleaning up, I said, "It's a little after six. He'll call before he leaves to come here." He nodded and sighed. I said, "We have time for another." He looked at me. I smiled. He laughed. "You like my ass, don't you?" "Round, meaty and tight. What else could a guy ask for?" He smiled. Aaron called at seven. Robert jumped out of bed and started dressing. I sat and watched. While he tied his shoes, I said, "This was nice." "Fuck. This was incredible. I envy the guy who lands you." "Thank you. You were pretty good with your cock too." He smiled. "Would you mind if I come to your meets once in a while?" "Pease come. How about if we exchange numbers? I'll call you." He shook his head. "That would be bad for me, I think." I was surprised. That weird feeling in my stomach happened. Silence. He looked at me. "I could become addicted to this Ð to you. Seriously." He leaned over and kissed me. "You understand?" I stared. He sighed. "I have a girlfriend. It's serious." He sighed. "I love her. I enjoy doing this once in a while. With Phil and Matt, well, I can do it or not. I was going to say no to tonight but when he told me about you and then when," I sighed, "I get it, I guess." "Josh. It would be bad for you and me." I nodded. He said, "I want to do this with you again. I do. If you want to. But," he shook his head. "No, I get it. You're right. I don't want to start something between us that gets complicated and it would. You're very attractive and interesting and it would get complicated." He nodded. He leaned in and kissed me again, and kept kissing me. He sighed. "Fuck, Josh. We can't exchange numbers. I'd call you tomorrow if we did." I half smiled. "We'll run into each other sometime and if we're both into it, we'll do it again. Hey, maybe next time I'll be your slut." He stared at me and rolled his eyes. "Fuck, I'm getting hard." He sighed. "Fuck, would you even consider that?" I smiled. "You better go or you'll meet Aaron." I sat on my bed with mixed fillings. I thought about Matt and Phil and decided that I was done with that. I thought about Robert and what an exciting night we had. I sighed thinking that it was only for that night. I could get to like him a lot, I thought. My phone chimed. It was Aaron. He was already at the dorm. I text back: He's gone. As soon as he entered the room he had questions. I told him about this guy not wanting people to know who he was, being bi-heterosexual and having a girlfriend. He said, "I think we should start a dictionary of all the terms everyone is using. Will you see him again?" I told him what Robert said and then generally what we did. "Wow, slut." "He wasn't a slut. It was just a turn on word I guess. He just wanted to be bossed around. It was kind of fun." "Sounds fucking hot." "So, how are you and Zack doing? And what's with him ignoring me." He sighed. I said, "I guess I could have gone up to him." "He's just very shy. I think he's jealous of you." "Me?" I stared at Aaron. "That doesn't sound good." "Don't worry about it. Are you going to shower and have breakfast." I felt tired. "I haven't slept at all. Shower yes, not sure on breakfast." We did shower and then I decided I was hungry. After breakfast we went to the room. I said, "I've got to sleep. But I've got a shit load of work to do." "What time do you want me to wake you?" I undressed. He stripped down to his briefs and tee shirt. "How about two o'clock." I got into bed. "Are you going to nap?" "Yeah, but just for a couple of hours. I'll wake you." I watched as he pulled off his underwear. He looked at me. "You want company or you want to be alone?" "Is it still allowed?" He got in next to me. "Shut up." As soon as my head it the pillow I was asleep. He did wake me and told me David called. He suggested dinner with Tina at 6 at Thai restaurant. I missed lunch, but Aaron went and made me a sandwich and brought it back to the dorms. I devoured it. I had a paper to write. I had it in rough form and spent the time before dinner polishing it. As we left, I said to Aaron, "Can you read it for me?" "Sure and you'll read mine." Dinner was good. I did like Tina a lot. David was right, she was funny and interesting and Aaron again agreed she was perfect for David and that we liked her. We decided we'd do Sunday dinner together every week. Riding our bikes back, I felt a pang of sadness, but again it was not having someone to date. Robert was right. If I had his number, I'd be calling him. I decided to keep my attention on my studies and workouts. I had been meeting David at the library a couple of times a week and going for coffee. I liked the alone time we had. Aaron started meeting Zack at the library during the evenings. I met up with David and Tina, Connor or other guys from the dorms. Sometimes I just stayed in the dorms after dinner. Connor had a single room. He would come by my room once in a while and ask if I was going to the library. I guessed that he got lonely in his room. Matt was right about guys on the swim team approaching me. A sophomore, Ben, asked me to dinner on a Friday night. He picked my up in his BMW. We talked. He explained that he was bi-confused. I laughed to myself. He was not looking for a relationship until he figured out whom he was attracted to mostly. He was attractive, black hair, blue eyes, swimmer's smooth body, tall, lean and defined and of course, that V-shape. He asked if I'd be interested in spending time together after dinner. I liked him and I liked that he told me I'd probably not be spending time with him again. I said yes. We went to a motel in town. "You reserved a room," I said and smiled. "Pretty sure of yourself." "No, just hoping. Actually, I thought you might say no, but I'd kick myself if you said yes and we had no place to go. Besides, it's just money and my dad has plenty." Nice, I thought. I text messaged Aaron that I wouldn't be home that night. He was with Zack, but he might get back to the dorm before me. I told Ben that I only played safe. He did also. We undressed. "Can we shower together?" he asked. "I love showering with people." "Sure," I said. Again I was happy he told me he wasn't interested in a relationship. My heart pounded in my chest when he asked to shower together. I said, "Before we leave in the morning can we shower together?" He looked at me, smiled and nodded. We undressed and stepped into the shower. Immediately, we were both hard, soaping each other and kissing. He was a great kisser. We washed each other's body and gave each other head. We dried off and went into the bedroom. He threw condoms and lube onto the bed. We were all over each other. I liked that he was all over my body, touching, kissing, biting and licking. I pushed him around the bed and attacked his body. "Fuck, Josh," he moaned when I attacked his butt hole. We gave each other head, taking turns and then sixty-nine. He lay beside me, staring at me and said, "Okay, so I mostly bottom, but do you ever bottom?" "I'll bottom if you will?" I said kissing him. "I want to be inside of you." He sighed. "I want you inside of me too. But," "I want you inside of me." We kissed. I said, "You want to fuck me first." "Yes." I grabbed the lube. He rolled on a condom. I lubed my ass. I lifted my legs, pulled them to my chest and spread my legs wide as he lowered himself into me. We both sighed. We held each other, kissing, as he fucked me. "I want to see you come," I said into his ear. He nodded, breathing hard and kept fucking me. Moments later, he pulled out, pulled off his condom and came on my stomach. "Fuck, Ben, nice load," I said. He shot streams of cum all over my stomach and chest. I pulled him down on top of me. I held him. He melted into my arms. We held each other for a while, cleaned up and then started again. I condomed up and pressed into him. It became clear to me that he was a bottom. He topped me just fine, but he was really into getting fucked. The more he got into it the more I did. And the more I did, the more he did. When he fucked me, he lay on top of me the entire time. But when I fucked him, he wanted to be in different positions. His favorite was he on his stomach and me on top of him. He put a pillow under his hips and moaned and grunted each time I pressed deep into him. When I came pulled out of him, he rolled over, I stroked my cock, kneeling between his legs and shot my load all over his junk and stomach. We held each other, kissed, slept for a while and then started again. Then we slept until almost nine. We showered together as he said we would. He drove me back to the dorms. In front of the dorms, he said, "That was nice. Maybe another time, if you want." "It was nice. I'll see you in the pool." Midterms were tough, but Aaron and I did well, surprisingly well, I thought. The Saturday football games were such a great break from the stress of classes and swim meets. Aaron started going with Zack and his friends. I joined David and Tina and all their friends. Tina decided she'd give up her ticket for the big game, our cross-town rivals, so that my granddad could join us. She said she'd like to spend the day with our grandmother. So, that was all set up and coming up. In the four weeks since I spent the night with Robert, I hadn't run into him or heard from him, but thought about him often. Connor had been coming by my room more often also, and it was usually when Aaron was out with Zack. Although he was friendly with Aaron, he seemed to be focusing his attention on me. One Friday night after a swim meet that he attended with other guys on the floor, he knocked at my door. "You going out?" he asked nervously. "Not tonight," I said. Jared, another guy on the swim team had asked me if I wanted to join him and some friends for a movie Saturday night. I decided to hit the books Friday night. I invited Connor into my room. "Aaron on a date?" "Hanging out with friends." "Zack?" "Yeah." "Is he gay?" "Aaron?" He nodded. I said, "Yes." Silence. "You have a problem with that?" "No. Not at all. Really." "Are you?" I asked. He looked scared. I said, "Sorry. I guess since you asked about Aaron." "I don't know." "Okay," I said, skeptically. "Are you?" he asked. I said, "Yes." "I promise I won't tell anyone." "Ah, I don't care if you do. It's not a secret and my guess is that other guys on the floor know." He nodded. "What's going on, Connor. You seemed stressed." He stood up to leave, looked at me and then sat down again. "I think I am." "Connor, you can talk to me. I won't press on you one way or the other. I'm not an asshole about this stuff." "I know. I know." He sighed. "I've always been attracted to guys, but I've never had, I mean I've always played like I'm not gay." He sighed loudly. "I've never had sex with anyone. I dated a girl in high school and we kissed and touched and stuff, but she wanted to be a virgin when she got married. I mean it was perfect because," he sighed and glanced at me, "I never really got turned on." "A lot of guys don't come out in high school. I didn't." "So you're a virgin?" I smiled. "No. I didn't come out, but I was having sex with guys." He nodded. "I've never been friends with gay guys before. I didn't know if you and Aaron were, but I heard you were. I mean no one cares. They all think you two are really cool guys. It's weird. At my high school it wasn't like that." "Well, look Connor, you're a really good looking guy, you've got a great body and you're a good guy. I'm sure if you put yourself out there, you'll meet someone." He nodded. He seemed nervous. "You said you'd show me how do shave and where I should trim my junk." I wasn't sure that I had said that, but I nodded. "You want me to show you?" "Do you do it in the showers?" "No, usually here." What I didn't say was that Aaron and I shaved and trimmed each other. "We can go down to my room." I felt my cock moving, but I also felt nervous. "Sure. I'll get my stuff. You'll need to get water. Do you have a cup or something?" He nodded, stood and left my room. I sat and wondered if this was a good idea, but I was turned on. I got my razor and my trimmer and scissors. I wrapped them in a towel and headed to his room. He locked the door behind me. He stood in the middle of his room on a towel. But he still had his cloths on. I smiled, "Ah, you have to undress." He sighed. He took off his shoes and socks, then his tee shirt. He pulled down his pants and stepped out of them. There was a bulge in his shorts. He looked embarrassed. "I get hard too when Aaron and I shave each other. It's normal." "You two are really good friends." "Very good friends. Best friends." "Do you need to shave?" We stared at each other. I smiled. "I'm shaved, but I can use a trim." I stepped out of my shoes, pulled off my socks, took off my tee shirt as he watched. It was almost like I was stripping for him. I stepped out of my pants and then pulled down my boxer briefs. My erection popped out. I acted like it was very ordinary and said, "Take them off," pointing to his underwear. His ears were bright red. He pulled off his white briefs. His cock was cut about seven inches and as thick as mine. His balls were good sized and hung down. He folded his arms over his chest. "You okay?" "I've never been like this before with anyone and I've never seen," "I know, but we're cool, okay?" I explained what we were going to do. I knelt in front of him. "Hold your cock down, while I cut your pubes," I said holding the scissor. I pulled at the hair and cut. I dropped his hair into his trashcan. I cut them short and then moved to his balls. He didn't have a lot of hair on his balls, but I cut what he had. I turned him around, bent him forward and checked out his ass. I cut the hair he had there. "Now we shave." I wet his ass. I rubbed shaving cream over his ass crack and balls. Then I gently pulled the razor over his ass crack and wiped away the hair. He bent forward and watched as I shaved his balls. I ran my hands over his crack and balls. "Nice and clean," I said. His cock looked rock hard. I could hear him breathing shallow. I turned on the trimmer. "You should get one of these. You can get them at Walgreens. Is it okay if I hold down your cock?" "Yeah," he said. I took hold of his cock with my left hand and began to run the trimmer against his pubic area. He said, "I'm pretty turned on. I think I'm," he pulled back and stepped away from me grabbing his cock. I watched as cum shot from his cock. "Fuck," he moaned, trying to catch it in his hand. I sat back on my legs and watched. "I'm sorry," he moaned. "Hey, Connor, no problem. I get it. Really, it's cool." "Fuck," he said, pulling his cock against his stomach. He looked so embarrassed. "Connor. It's cool. The first time someone touched my cock I came like that too." "I feel so stupid." "Don't." I stood up and pointed to my cock. "Look. Pre cum. You don't have to be embarrassed. I thought it was kind of cool." He sighed. I said, "You can jerk me off if you want after you trim my pubes." He looked at me, at my cock and then nodded. He cleaned up and stepped back toward me. I took hold of his cock. It was still hard. I looked up at him and said, "Is it going to go off again," and chuckled. He smiled and shook his head. I trimmed his pubes and then used his towel to clean off the hair. I sat back. "Fuck, your cock looks huge," I said. "Ah, you're huge. I'm average." "You don't look average." I stood and handed him the trimmer and the explained to him how to hold it and what to do. He knelt in from of me, looked at my cock and then looked up at me. I said, "Just take hold of my cock and moved it when you need to." He held my cock and trimmed my pubes. We brushed away the little hair he trimmed. I sat on his bed my erection sitting on my stomach. "So, you going to give me a hand job, or do you want to watch me do it." "I want to." He sat beside me and began gently stroking my cock. I watched. I said, "Is that how you jerk off?" I put my hand on his and tightened his grip on my cock. He began stroking my cock. "Yeah, like that." I sat back and watched. I glanced at his cock. It was hard and dripping pre cum. I was about to touch it but I thought he might come again. As he stroked my cock, I ran my hand over his chest and stomach. I liked the feel of his body. Hard and lean. His abs were nice. He stroked my cock. I ran my fingers over his cock. He sighed. "Are you close," I asked him. "Kind of. I don't understand. Sometimes it takes me ten or fifteen minutes to come when I jerk off." "Like I said, the first time I came right away." He kept stroking my cock. I ran my finger over the under side of his cock and watched it pulse. "I'm getting close," I said. "When I start coming, don't stop." I sat back and gently thrust, squeezing my butt cheeks. I moaned. "I'm going to come." I sighed. My legs went out in front of me. I thrust and shot my load. It was a large load and went up to my right shoulder, pecs and stomach. He kept stroking my cock. I smiled at him. "You can stop." "Fuck, you came a lot." "That was nice," I said. He looked at my cum on his fingers. He looked at it and moved it through his fingers. "Yours is thicker than mine." "Can I jerk you off," I said. His eyes widened. "Yes." "You ever use cum as lube? Or do you want me to do it dry?" "Your cum?" I nodded. "Sure. Yeah." I ran my hand over my chest. "Get up and straddle my legs." He looked confused. I moved him. He moved. "Straddled my legs and sat down." "But I'll come on you." I smiled. "Yeah. I've been come on before." I stroked his cock. He put a hand on each of my shoulders and watched as I stroked his cock. It did not take long. "I'm going to come," he moaned. He tightened his grip on my shoulders. His body shook. His head went back and he moaned. Shot after shot hit my chest. I stopped stroking his cock. He was breathing hard. We both glanced at my chest. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled. "Wow," was all that he said. I laughed. He looked at me. He laughed. We cleaned up. As I dressed, I said, "You're a nice guy. You should get out there and meet guys." "It's kind of scary." "I know. It is for me too." I went to my room. I undressed again and went and took a shower. The next night I was out with Jared. Riding my bike to the dorm Sunday morning I wondered if I was really become a slut. When I got back to my room, Aaron was already there. It was becoming what we did every Sunday. Shower, breakfast and then to bed until sometime in the afternoon. I didn't like that Aaron and I were studying together less and less, but I couldn't complain. We lived together, we had meals together, we had classes together, he joined me at the pool in the mornings and weight room and ran with David, John, Connor, Tina and me. When I thought about it, he was spending a lot of time with me, but I missed him. The big game was just before Thanksgiving. I was so excited to see my granddad, but probably not as excited as he was to see us. It was like he was back in college again, going to the BIG GAME as he kept saying. David, Tina, my grandparents and I had dinner the night before and Aaron joined us. The next morning we met, had breakfast and then headed to the campus. Tina and my grandmother had a girls' day out. The smile on my grandmother's face made me like Tina even more. I was becoming one her biggest fans. If David complained about anything that had to do with her, to her while I was around, I'd say to him, "Shut up. You are so wrong." He'd stare. She'd smile and say to David, "I really like him a lot," and she and I would laugh. I knew that what made him happy was that she and I were becoming better friends and that matter to him more than anything. David, my grandfather, friends from the swim team and I waited on campus for the band to arrive. The band marched across campus and people fell in behind it and marched to the stadium. We sang. We cheered. And I enjoyed watching my granddad. The game was great. As usual our seats weren't great, but who cared. It was wild. I yelled and cheered so much my voice was hoarse, and we won. My granddad, the Marine, the college grad, the best adult man I knew said he had the best time ever. It meant so much to me and I know it meant a great deal to David. To be able to make him happy was all that we wanted. We met Tina and my grandmother after the game. We had reservations for dinner. My granddad talked about the game. My grandmother talked about her day with Tina. It felt wonderful to feel like a family. My grandparents left Sunday morning. My grandmother had to get things ready for Thanksgiving. They had each driven a car from their home to campus. They were driving one car back and leaving one car for us. On Wednesday David and I would drive Aaron to the airport so that he could fly home for Thanksgiving and then David and I were driving to my grandparent's house for dinner. Wednesday night, when it was time for bed, my grandmother said, "Okay, so you two can sleep together in the guest bedroom or one of you can sleep there and we can open the sofa in the den for the other one." I froze. David immediately said, "We've shared a bed forever. And that sofa bed is a killer on the back. We'll double up." I nodded. We climbed in bed, both wearing our boxer briefs. He said, "We can do this, right?" I said, "Yes. And thank you. I didn't know if," "Shut up," he said and put his arm over me. Silence. "How are you doing?" David asked. "Fine." "Can I talked to you about something without you getting defensive because I don't mean it as criticism." "Okay." "I understand you're having several different sex partners." I did feel defensive immediately. "Yeah, I guess." "I get it. I slept around so I'm not judging." "I'm being safe." "How many?" "I don't know. What do you mean by sex?" "How many guys have had their hands on your dick since you moved into the dorms?" I thought for a moment. He chuckled. "Shut up. I guess six or seven. But I haven't fucked then all." "So, maybe close to a different guy each week." "NO. We'll I guess, but like I said, not always sex sex." "Are you feeling good about it?" Silence. "I don't mean the sex part. I mean are you happy?" "In a way I guess so." I sighed. "Sometimes I wish it was just one guy." I thought of Robert. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "So I spent the night with a guy who said he was bi-heterosexual." "Like me." "Well, yeah, but no. He was very different in bed." I explained what he wanted and what we did. "I mean when he said he was heterosexual I figured he'd be wanting to top me and I was about ready to say no, but then he does this thing Ð boss me around." Silence. "Okay. Here's what I think. Most straight guys have sex with women like he described. They're in charge and the woman goes along. Sometimes it's because that's the way the guy wants it. Sometimes that's the way the woman is." "Personal question?" I said. "No, it's not like that between Tina and me." "I wouldn't think so." "I think the typical thing is for men to start sex. If a woman starts it, it's in a seductive way. You know all that roll playing stuff." "Okay." "Well, so men and women fall into the roll stuff. Some men, the guy you were with, sometimes want to be in the passive roll. So they have what they have with their girlfriend and then they go elsewhere for the other stuff. Like affairs, prostitutes." "Gay guys." "Yeah. So he wants to be fucked, bossed around, spanked. Stuff like that. If he's the top with another guy, he's basically doing the same thing only there's a dick instead of a vagina." "So, he's attracted to women, he gets in the top roll with them but wants to be a bottom too." "Sounds like your guy." Silence. He said, "Personal question and I think I know the answer to this." "Shoot." "With me you were mostly a bottom. With this guy you were a top." "Which one do I like?" I thought for a minute. "It's weird. I think if I were in a relationship other than the sex stuff, I'd probably be more dominate." "No shit, Sherlock." I laughed. He laughed. "I'd love to see someone try to lead you around day to day. They'd never survive." I elbowed him. "But in bed," I said. "I like it both ways. I think in a relationship I'd want the sex to be both." Silence. I said, "You know, I think day to day, I'd want it that way too. I'd want someone who could sometimes stand up to me, tell me what they wanted. I think I kind of like the face offs." He chuckled. I said, "Yeah, I like being a brat and saying fuck you." "I get it." "But in bed, I think I like bottoming but not like that's my roll, it's when I'm in the mood. But I definitely like topping. What about you? I mean you enjoyed bottoming and sitting back and getting good head and stuff." "Tina knows I've had sex with guys. She doesn't know about us, but I've told her about my sex life." "Really? Wow, and she's cool with it?" "Yes and we have a very satisfying sex life." "So, she can take the top roll." "Yes, she's very comfortable with both rolls and so am I." "I like her," I said. "And she really likes you a lot. She talks about wanting to become better friends with you but is not sure how to do that." Silence. "I'm up for that." Silence. He said, "Like I've said before. What I am grateful for, and all I ask of you, is you being you." Tears came to my eyes. "I love you, too." "Good night." "Good night." I slept great that night and the four other nights we slept together. Each morning, I'd wake up with a boner and so would he. He'd go into the bathroom, pee and then head into the shower. I'd go in and pee and then brush my teeth. I could see him through the glass door. He'd be standing there, knowing I was there, jerking off. When he'd get out, I'd step in. He'd dry off and brush his teeth while I showered and jerked off. The first morning, while we dressed, I thought that what had just happened was much like what always happened when we were in high school. I'd see him jerking off, or he'd walk in while I was in the shower jerking off. No big deal. It's what guys do Ð jerk off in the shower. We helped my grandparents cook dinner. Actually, David got into the cooking thing a lot more than I did. I was mostly into the cleaning up and eating thing. We had a great dinner. My favorite part was dessert Ð pumpkin and pecan pies, with vanilla ice cream and whipped cream. David and I had schoolwork to do, but we hung out with our grandparents a lot. Sunday, we were flying back to school. David was in the kitchen with my granddad. I was in the bedroom, stripping the bed. My grandmother came in with another set of sheets. She and I made the bed. She said, "You're grandfather is having trouble growing old." "What do you mean?" "He loves being active and he's slowing down a bit. So am I. But I think it upsets him and he worries about you boys a lot and even though he won't admit it, he's still very angry at your father." I sighed. "But last weekend. Josh, he was like a college boy again. He was so excited and alive and," she looked at me and smiled, "and horny." "Grandma," I said and laughed. "Do you like Tina?" she asked. "A lot. She's really nice, but mostly because she makes David happy." "She didn't say it, but she's in love with him. A woman knows these things." "Yeah, I think so too and I know he loves her." "Now we have to find you a nice boy." "In time." "You know that boy who is your roommate?" "Ah, yeah. I mean he's by best friend. Aaron." She looked at me. "Well, I think he's adorable." "Yeah, I guess." "And he loves you," she said and glanced at me. "We're best friends. I love him too." "No. I mean like David loves Tina and she loves him." "Grandma." "Okay. Okay. But you should listen to your grandmother. I know what I'm talking about. I know when a man is horny for someone and when a man is in love with someone. That boy adores you." JoshRJosh@Yahoo.com