Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2020 16:51:04 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: Jordan and Billy part four I have a story to tell that centers around sex between two brothers. If the subject matter bothers you or is illegal in the area where you live or you under the age of 18, it is now time for you to leave this page. This story will be short compared to many that are on niffy. I hope you will enjoy it. Please donate to Nifty. Brothers Jordan and Billy part four I was what some might say sexually active when I was at UCSB. We were three to a room which made having sex difficult. But I did find a way. It was clear to me that one of my roommates was interested in me, but he also was dating a girl. Being a runner, I continued jogging. Each night, after being at the library, I'd strip down, put on a pair of shorts and running shoes and head out. I wasn't unusual for me to find a dark area to hide in, enjoy the night air and masturbate. One evening at dinner, Ben, one of my roommates, asked if he could join me. Off we went. UCSB has trails that are good for jogging and eventually lead to the beach. After running the trail I headed to the beach. Running on the beach can be exhausting if you're not in shape. Soon, Ben asked to slow to a walk. While walking he said that he now knew why I was in such good shape. One thing led to another, with my help, and the conversation turned to male/male attraction and sex. He admitted that he had masturbated with a friend and that they exchanged blowjobs. Moments later we were standing against a bluff in the dark of a moonless night wrapping our fingers around each other's erection. He was cut and about six inches long and thick. His balls were good sized and held tight against his body by his scrotum. We stood inches apart and stroked each other. I wondered if he'd kiss me or was this just a horny straight guy looking to get off. "Nice cock," he said. "Yeah, you too," I said in a whisper. "I don't think I can deep throat all of it." I chuckled. "I'm fine with whatever you can do." He got down on his knees and took me into his mouth. I stroked his head and slowly and gently thrust into his mouth. He played with my balls and licked the length of the shaft. He ran his tongue over my balls and then went back to sucking my cock. When he stood, I went down on my knees and gave him head. I was able to take his cock deep into my throat and pressed my nose into his trimmed pubs. "Fuck," he sighed. "There's nothing like getting good head." When I stood, he moved toward me. I moved closer to him. He put his lips on mine and then pressed his tongue into my mouth. As he kissed, we stroked each other's cock. Tongue to tongue we stood, stroked and moaned. Suddenly, he swung his hips away from me and as I continued to stroke his cock, he shot his load. Soon, I shot mine. "That was nice," he said, as we walked back. "Yeah. It was." "Can we do it again?" "Sure. I'd like that." "Do you swim?" "You mean can I swim or are you talking about workout swimming." "Workout swimming." "No. Actually, I'd like to. I mean my legs and glutes are in good shape but," "I'll say they are." I chuckled. "Thanks. I'd love to build my shoulders. You know, get that V-shape thing going like you have. Your body looks hot." "Thanks. Yeah, I swam in high school. I lettered but I wasn't all that good. How about you come swimming with me and I'll jog with you." "Cool. Too bad we can't jerk off in the pool." He laughed. We did run at night and we continued our furtive sex play. However, he never stopped dating the girl he was seeing. Jordan picked me up for the Thanksgiving break. We did go to Phoenix for the holiday. Cathy's family was really nice. She had a married older brother that was interesting to talk to and a wife that was distant and very quit. I was never sure what her story was. She also had an older sister who was not married who Cathy seemed closest to and a younger brother, Scott, who I would have sworn was gay. He was a year older than me and home on leave from the Navy. And as Jordan said, he and I never spent time alone. We visited her family again for Christmas and then Jordan and I took off for Mammoth mountain. "I'm kind of nervous about boarding," I said. "Someone told me that I'd spend a lot of time on my ass." "You'll get the hang of it and the you'll love it. The condo was nice. We brought food for breakfasts and lunches and would eat dinner out. When we got to the condo and checked in, we showered and crawled into bed. "I'm really horny," I said. "Aren't you always?" "Yeah, but I haven't jerked off in three days." He smiled at me and then kissed me. I had by then kissed my roommate. I enjoyed kissing him. He was good at it. But when I kissed Jordan, my body felt on fire. My cock got so hard it hurt as he stroked it. "I'm getting close," I sighed. Immediately, he went down on me and started giving me head. I moaned loudly as he took me deep into his throat. "Fuck, Jordan. I'm going to come." I moaned as I shot my load into his mouth. He took all of my cum before he swallowed. When he did he moaned and smiled at me. He licked my cockhead and then again took it into his mouth. "Fuck, you've got to stop or I'll come again." He pressed my cock deep into his mouth and bobbed up and down. I squirmed and moaned as he hungrily sucking on my cock. I'm not sure I stopped climaxing from my first orgasm when my second hit. My body shook with pleasure. When I stopped coming he licked and kissed my cock and then lay beside me. "Damn, Billy, you really needed that." I laughed. My body was still tingling all over. He rolled me onto my stomach, knelt between my legs and put his face to my ass. He spread my cheeks and pressed his tongue into my hole. "Oh yeah," I moaned. He rimmed my ass, pressing his tongue deep into me. Then he pressed his cockhead against my hole and pressed pass my sphincter. I sighed loudly. He lay on me and pressed his cock as deep as he could into me. "You feel so good," he said. "Fuck me." He slowly thrust. Short thrusts. He kissed my neck. He bit my ear. I moaned. He moaned, and he continued to make short slow thrusts. "You like this?" "It feels good." I turned my head toward him and we kissed. He thrust like that for ten or fifteen minutes as we kissed. "I've been thinking about this since Thanksgiving," he said. "Me too." "I want you to fuck me like this." "Anyway you want," I said and kissed him. His thrusts got longer and faster. He'd pull his cock almost completely out of me and the slam against me. He pulled his cock out of me and called out, "Turn over." I did and as he moved and straddled my chest, I opened my mouth. He pressed forward and I took his cock into my mouth. He thrust a couple of times and then gave me his load. I did take snowboarding lessons the next morning. Then we had lunch. "How'd you do?" "My ass is sore." "From me?" I smiled. "I fell a lot, but I think I kind of have it. He took us up on the lift so we'd know how to get off. We can down the green runs. I was able to handle it." "By the time we leave you'll be doing fine." We snowboarded all day. Had a nice dinner and then spent the evening in bed sucking and fucking all of which I enjoyed. But what I enjoyed the most was sleeping wrapped up in his arms. I did stay with Cathy and Jordan over spring break. I like her a lot and at times felt guilty about what Jordan and I were doing. It made it easier to not do anything with him that week. Before spring break, I started hooking up with another guy on my dorm floor. He was the first UCSB guy I fucked and whom I let fuck me using condoms. We fucked on the beach one night after we agreed to share an apartment in Isle Vista, a small college community adjacent to UCSB. I, like Jordan, was determined to get through school in three years. So, I attended the summer quarter. Brian and I had sex on a regular bases. He loved sucking my cock and I enjoyed giving him head. But we never came in each other's mouth. We'd sixty-nine for a while and then he wanted to get fucked. I'd slip on a condom, press his legs to his chest and fuck him while he jerked off. The entire time he'd beg for it harder and faster. After a year of living together, Brian and I decided to go our separate ways. We cared about each other, but he was bisexual and toward the end of the year started dating a girl that he wanted to live with. I had made many friends while living in Isle Vista and moved in with three other guys into a two bedroom apartment. The three of them were straight. Before the year was over, I had sex with two of them and they both loved giving head and getting fucked. During my three years at UCSB, Jordan made at least two trips a year to Santa Barbara so we'd could spend a weekend in a motel and we went to Mammoth each year to snowboard. Jordan had many friends in the town we grew up in. He was also good friends with their parents. Everyone loved Jordan. During my senior year at UCSB, he called and told me that he received a call from a friend's parent and she told him that my mother had had a heart attack and was not doing well. He drove up to UCSB, picked me up and we headed home. When we arrived at the hospital they told us that my mother had passed the day before. Jordan asked for information, I sat down and sobbed. We attended the funeral and hardly spoke to our father who said we should stay at a motel and not at the house. We did go to the house after the funeral for a gathering of friends. All my sadness turned to anger watching him play the bereaved husband. While talking to a neighbor I noticed Jordan talking to my father in the backyard. It looked heated. Soon Jordan came into the house and told me he wanted to leave. I said goodbye to friends and joined him in the car. Soon we were on our way. "What were you saying to Dad.?" He looked at me and shook his head. "What's that mean?" "I don't want to talk about it. Just leave it." "Jordan, that's not fair. You're seeming weird. Something happened." "I asked him when she went into the hospital. He said five days ago. I asked he didn't call us. He said we didn't care about them. I told him that you and I talked to mom every week and that she called you and she called me. Who I didn't care about was him." "You said that." "Yes. And I told him the wrong one died." "Wow. I guess we won't be seeing him again." "Do you care?" "No." We drove south. "Jordan, you need to slow down. You're really speeding." He glanced down and said, "I didn't realize I was going so fast." "You know, I know that you are really upset about Mom dying, I mean really sad. But you haven't cried at all. I'm concerned about you." "I guess. But all I feel is angry." He glanced at me. "Do you want to stop for the night?" "Are you tired?" "I don't want to drive much more." "I can drive." "No, I want to stop, get something to eat and get to bed." "Okay. That's fine." We stopped at a restaurant in Sacramento and had something to eat. We found a motel and got a room. When we entered the room I saw that there were two queen beds. He said, "That's all they had. We can share a queen. I'll take a shower." When he finished his shower and stepped back into the room, I was naked and sitting on the bed. I got up to take a shower and he said, "I want you like this." I sighed. "Jordan, I think I should shower if we're going to have sex." "I want you like this. I love the way you smell and taste." "Then let me wash just my butt." He pushed me onto the bed. We lay beside each other, he put his hand on my junk. "You horny," he asked. My cock started becoming erect. We had spent two nights in a motel room in our hometown and not had sex. "We haven't come for three days," I said. "I haven't come for over five." "Wow. But are you in the mood?" "Yes. In the mood to get fucked and fucked hard." I looked at him. He kissed me. I sighed as I always do when his tongue touches mine. We kissed and touched for a while. He pushed my head toward his junk and grabbed my hips turning me so that now I was straddling his chest, my head over his junk and my junk over his face. I took him into my mouth. He licked my balls, pulled each separately into his mouth. He licked my taint as I sucked his cock. He kept licking and pressing his face into my scrotum and taint. Then he moved to my ass. He pressed his face into my butt and licked the crack of my ass. As I sucked him he pulled my cheeks apart and pressed his tongue into my butthole, pressed a finger in and then again pressed his tongue deep into my butt. I loved the way he rimmed my ass Ð eagerly. As he did I felt his cockhead become firm in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his cock taking him deep into my throat. He moaned loudly and kept pressing his tongue into my ass as he came. He came a lot. His cock was still rock hard as he continued to rim my ass. I continued sucking his cock. He moaned and kept licking and probing my butthole. Then he shot a second load. We lay beside each other. "You've never come twice like that." "I know." He looked at me in a weird way. "You're not going to judge me." "Never. Jordan you've got to know that." "I can't help it. You're smell and taste turns me on so much." "Like your cum turns me on." "Yes. I mean I know that some people hate the taste of cum. The sound you make when I come in your mouth is the sound some people make when they taste a nice rare steak." I laughed. He smiled. "You know it's true." "Yeah, I know. It's weird though. I don't take anyone else's cum." "I believe that. And I haven't ever rimmed anyone else's ass. But I love rimming yours and the smell and taste of your balls." I laughed. "Now fuck me and fuck me hard. I want to be sore." "Really?" "Yes. Go in fast and deep. Wreck my hole." "I can do that." He rolled over onto his stomach. I buried my face in his ass and wet his hole. I started fingering his ass, but he said, "Don't open me up. Go in fast and deep." I spit on his hole and spit on my cock. I put my cockhead against his sphincter. "Are you sure about this? It's going to hurt." "You're cock isn't that big." I chuckled. "Fast and all the way in?" "Just do it and do your best. And whatever you do, don't pull out. Shove it in and start fucking me." "Here goes," I said as I pressed hard against the resistance of his sphincter. He buried his face in the pillowed and moaned loudly as his body quaked. I had my dick deep into him. I started thrusting. He kept groaning and his body shook. "You want me to keep fucking you?" He nodded his head. I lay flat on him, grabbed his shoulders, held him tightly and I thrust hard and fast. "You okay?" He nodded. "Keep fucking you?" He nodded. It didn't take long before I shot my load. I lay on him breathing hard. When I tried to pull out he reached around and held me against him. "Can you go again?" "Yes." "Go for it." I started fucking him again. His body was wet with sweat. Again, it didn't take long before I shot my load. "That hurt, didn't it?" "Yes," he said. I rolled off him. He got up and said, "Let's shower." I stood behind him as he turned on the shower. I noticed he had his hand against his butthole. We stepped into the shower. He showed me the palm of his hand. It was covered with my cum. "You wrecked my ass," he said. "That's good?" He pulled me into his arms as we stood under the shower. "Yes." I held him and then realized he was crying. "Jordan," I said scared. "She was the only parent we had. I wish I had been a better son." He began to sob. I held him and cried. After the shower, we climbed into bed and held each other and talked about my mother. I cried. He cried. He fell asleep in my arms. It was that night that I truly felt the depth of my love, loyalty, devotion and concern for Jordan. I held him and thought I'd give my life to save his as I was sure he'd do the same for me. Scholastically, I did well at the university. I was a biochemistry major and interested in molecular genetics. I wanted desperately to move to Los Angeles to be closer to Jordan. He had been living with Cathy in a very nice apartment in Studio City. I had applied to UCLA and USC graduate programs. I was accepted to UCLA with support. I would be taking classes my first two years and TAing labs for undergrads and receive a Master's Degree. Then I'd take a year of classes, work in a lab and work towards my PhD. I decided to start my course work and TA ship during the summer. Why waste the time? I moved to Los Angeles and found a one bedroom apartment half way between UCLA and the beach. It was pretty run down, but the rent was what I could afford. Jordan and Cathy bought me a used car that was good enough to get around LA, but not one that I'd take on a long trip. I bought myself a bicycle that I could ride to campus. I was excited about living so much closer to Jordan and starting my studies. Jordan helped me move into my apartment. I bought myself a queen sized mattress and box spring to put on the floor of my bedroom and a dresser of drawers. I had kitchen stuff that I had bought over the years while living at UCSB. Jordan and Cathy gave me a sofa that opened up into bed in case I ever had company or if Jordan was thrown out by Cathy. I settled in to my apartment and felt good about finally living alone. I rode my bike to UCLA and met with my major professor. We talked about his research and what I might be interested in working on. Then I met with the professor I would be working for. She was gracious and took me to lunch and talked about how a lab class should be run. She said, "You have to remember that you're there to more than present information. Some of the kids are there to become doctors because their parents want them to be doctors. Clearly not all of them will make the grade. As they take classes, and this will be the first class they take on that road, they will come to realized that they don't want to be a doctor or that they'll never make the grade. So, you need to keep that in mind as you interact with them. You've got to understand that they are under a great deal of pressure and you are the person who they can talk to about how they are doing. Typically, few will come to me. They will get to know you and they'll come to you. If you have worries please come to me." She gave me her phone number. "Call me at any time." She gave me a tour of the labs and gave me the textbook and lab book. I rode home mostly excited. But also remembering that just weeks ago, I was an undergrad who had TA's and now I was one. Jordan called me. "Hey. How's it going?" "Good. Excited. Nervous." "Cathy is working late tonight. Wanna have dinner? I'll come out there from work." "Sure." We went to a Tex Mex restaurant near my apartment that was very good. "I'm so proud of you. Tell me all about your major professor and the class and you're TAing." We talked and ate. This felt like what I wanted my life to be like. School, work and seeing Jordan when we had the time. Jordan said, "I want us to be closer. When we were kids, we were closer. I mean we talked, we hung out, we supported each other." "I want that too. I've missed that a lot." "When do you start TAing? "Little over two weeks." "Good." "Why?" "So Cathy and her sister have this thing they do every year. She calls it her `sister bonding week'. Last year they went to Napa for a week. They did the wine country and spas. There is always a spa where they go. This year they are going to New Mexico for a week. It's this sister thing. She's not close with her older brother and, Scott, her younger brother is away someplace doing his Navy thing. So, they really want to have private time and they do this each year." "Cool." "They're going on Sunday." "This Sunday? "Yes. So, I took the week off. I think we should do a `brother bonding week'." "We need a brother bonding week?" He stared at me. My dick started getting hard. "Oh, yeah. I see. But I really don't have money to go anywhere. You want to just hang out here?" "I rented a house in Palm Springs. It has a really private backyard with a pool. We can be naked all day." "Jordan," I said shaking my head. "Billy. I make really good money and so does Cathy. If you won't go with me, I'm going to go alone. I need a break from work and from LA. It'll be hot there, but there's a pool." "I feel like I'm taking advantage of you." "Don't worry about it. I'll take complete advantage of you for let's say one full day." I smiled. "Make it two days and I'll go." He smiled and nodded. "Can you get up and walk out of here?" "Why wouldn't I be able, Oh," I said and chuckled. "I'll pull my shirt out of my pants." "Me, too. Can we go to your apartment for a quickie." I laughed. He paid for dinner and we head to my apartment where first he gave me a blow job and then I returned the favor. Saturday night I packed so as to get an early start in the morning for our trip to Palm Springs. I drove to Jordan's apartment. Cathy had flown to New Mexico early in the morning. Jordan and I packed the car with our luggage and coolers with food for breakfast and lunch. We didn't want to waste time grocery shopping. "How about you put on those Nike walking shorts you have and don't put underwear on," he said just before we left. I smiled. "You have something in mind?" "Yeah, we're going to keep you hard for the entire drive." I laughed. "How far is it?" "About two and half hours." I laughed harder. "Okay. You know I'm going to be crazy horny when we get there." "I'm counting on it." "What about you? Do I get to keep you hard?" "Yeah, sure." Sitting in the car in the parking area under our building, he leaned over and sucked my flaccid cock. Very quickly it was hard. I did the same to him and got him hard. He pulled out of the garage and onto the street. Soon we were on the freeway and his hand was on my cock. He wasn't stroking my dick but he gently and slowly ran his fingers over my cock head. I had my hand on his and did the same. As we left the Los Angeles area, I said, "Can we talk about something?" "Anything you want." "I know we kind of talked about this but I just want to understand." "Okay." "I know you love Cathy. I can see that when I'm with you guys." He glanced at me. "Are you bisexual. I mean I'd guess you love having sex with her and I know you love having sex with me. So, doesn't that kind of mean you're bisexual?" He exhaled loudly and nodded. "I'm not attracted to men. I've never been attracted to men. I know that sounds like bullshit. But there were guys in the frat house who were gay, bisexual and straight. I jerked off with friends. I gave head to a couple of guys. I never fucked them or got fucked. I did it because it just happened, but I never looked for it to happen. I never sought out to make it happen. If it happened it happened. My energy was getting a girl in bed. I never looked at guys and I still don't look at guys with interest toward sex. I catch myself checking out women at work. I fantasize about women. I undress women, as they say. "Do you believe me? "Yes. I do. I would say that if someone asked about you. You're straight. But then I think about us. About what we're doing at this very moment. I've got my hand on your hard cock and you have your hand on mine. We have very hot sex and you're the one who usually makes that happen." "That's about you. How I feel about you. You! I get that you're a guy and that we suck and fuck. But it's you. I love you and I love the relationship we've had and have and I love the way we express that love." I nodded. "It's more than that, actually. I share a part of myself that I'd never share with anyone else. There is nothing that I wouldn't share with you. Whatever my most kinky fantasizes and desires are, I share them with you. I trust you completely and for some reason that turns me on." Silence. "I guess it's all kind of weird, isn't it?" he said. "I mean we are brothers who love each other and express that love in a way that most brothers don't." "Jordan, I'm fine with what we do. I love you. I guess why it is different for me is that I'm gay and this fits in with that. But if I were straight, I'd be here with you doing what are doing." "Don't take this wrong," he said. "I mean I've thought about this a lot." "I bet you have." "My relationship with you, minus the sex, is the air I breath and the water I drink and need to live. My relationship with Cathy is the food I need to live; the meat, vegetables and potatoes that I need to give me energy to go on with life." "And the sex with me? "That's dessert - ice cream, apple pie a la mode, chocolate mousse." Tears filled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Then my chest quaked. "Billy." I shook my head. "Billy, talk to me." "I have never thought of myself as both necessary and enjoyed. I mean that's the way I feel and have always felt about you, but never thought I was that for you." "I know. I'm sorry for not letting you know that." "I'm okay." Silence. I stared out the passenger window and thought about my father. "Staying with your metaphor, what is sex with Cathy?" Without hesitation he said, "A $250 bottle of Italian Chianti wine." "That's nice. You should tell her that." "I have." I had doubts that I'd stay hard that long, but I did and when we pulled into the driveway of the house he rented, I tucked myself into my short and got out of the car with a bulge. They had texted us a code for the box the key to the house was in. The house was beautiful and the backyard and pool were private. It wasn't big, but more of a lounging, cooling off type of pool. The first thing I noticed was a large umbrella over an outside table and another one over a lounge chair that looked to be the size of a queen bed. We quickly unpacked and undressed. I grabbed two towels and headed for the pool. He followed. We dove in and wrapped ourselves in each other's arms. We kissed. I had become flaccid but as soon as his lips touched mine I became erect. We moved to the lounge chair, lay beside each other and kissed. He turned himself so that we were head to toe and began sucking each other. I buried my face in his junk, licking and kiss his cock and balls. He was sucking my cock taking it deep into his throat and I was getting close. I took his cock into my mouth, not really sucking on it but relishing the feel of it and the taste of his pre-cum. My climax started. My orgasm hit hard. My body quaked with pleasure. With his cock pressed into my throat I moaned. He swallowed my load, let my cock fall from his mouth and pressed his face into my junk. I began bobbing up and down, pressing his cock deep into my throat and listened to him moan. Quickly his body began to tense. His legs began to shake. His cum exploded into my mouth. He moaned and groaned. I moaned as streams of thick white goo exploded into my mouth. We held each other. He kissed me. He pulled me to him. We lay holding each other. I was not particularly tired but I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes he was staring at me. "What?" I said. "Just looking at you. You are strikingly good looking." "You know the only men who are attracted to me are straight and bisexual guys. Guys that want to have some fun but not get serious." "You don't think gay men are attracted to you?" I shrugged. "I think guys are intimidated by you." I shook my head. "Billy, Cathy brother, Scott is very attracted to you." "Bullshit. He hardly even talked to me any time I was around him." "He's intimidated. You are very good looking and very intelligent and working toward a career. Cathy told him to ask you out, but he said he'd probably bore you." "Seriously?" "Seriously. You know when you were a kid you were cute. You have a beautiful smile and big brown eyes and your lashes are long. Your nose fits your face. You have these high cheek bones that I want and this angular structure to your jaw. You have a fantastic body, your junk looks amazing and you have the best looking ass. I mean it's so firm and round." "What are you smoking?" I said, feeling embarrassed. "Scott? Really?" "Yes, he thinks and I'm quoting, `you are very hot'." Silence "Why are you so uncomfortable acknowledging what I'm saying." I sighed. "I just don't see myself as attracting gay guys. I mean it happens only when I make it happen. No one comes after me." "I know you see me as attractive." "Very." "I'm fine with that. Sometimes I think I look good, sometimes I think I look like shit. But I wouldn't deny that you see me as attractive." "I just," tears filled my eyes. "I see what you see, but I just think," "That you've got some kind of deficit. You've got something wrong with you." I wiped tears from my eyes. "I'm afraid that someday you'll be disappointed in me and it will hurt badly. So, like me but think I'm inferior so that you like me in spite of that." "That's got to be the saddest thing I've ever heard. I love you, I like you, I'm proud to be your brother, and I am and always have been very attracted to you, more so now that when we were kids and that's because I'm okay with feeling the way I do. I guess we are all inferior in some way or another." "I just don't want to ever disappoint you," I said. I felt my mouth pulling into a frown. "That's what Dad always said to you. He knew he could destroy you with that one word. He knew your button and he pressed it when he could. You're my younger brother. You have never nor do I believe you ever will disappoint me." "I love you, Jordan." "I know. Take in how fantastic I think you are. Enjoy it. Let it get your dick hard instead of making you anxious." I sighed. "It gets my dick hard." "No, I think what makes your dick hard is the idea of making me feel fantastic. I want you to get hard because you're excited about me making you feel good." "I don't understand." "You've told me about your boyfriends and these straight guy who you enjoyed having sex with and how they loved sucking your dick and getting fucked. The fact that they wanted you, excited you." "Yeah." "I'd like that at least half of the time. I'd like you to look at me and see someone who wants you. I think you look at me and get excited about how good you're going to make me feel. I want you to look at me and see someone who wants to make you feel good." "What's the difference?" "You fuck me hard, when I want to be fucked hard. You are always happy to do things I want to do and we have a wonderful time doing what I want to do. I want you to fuck me hard when you want to fuck me hard. I want you to shove your cock down my throat when you want to, not just when I want you to. Sometimes, I want you to not think about what I want but see me as someone who will pleasure you. Someone you can use for your pleasure." "I get it." "I love you, Billy. Half the time, I want to be used by you. I want to be here just to serve at your pleasure. I want you to be here to serve at my pleasure. I want to fuck your brains out sometimes and I want you to say yes have at it. But I want that from you, too." I nodded. "I don't know why I feel like I have to earn you're love." "That makes me sad. Did I ever do anything to make you feel that way?" "I think it was because I thought you were so much better at stuff than me and Mom and Dad liked you more, so I had to please you to be sure you wouldn't feel toward me the way they did." "That was never true. I wish you could see how much I love you and how much I've always loved you." I smiled. "I want to fuck your face." He laughed. "How do we do this?" "One way is we get in sixty-nine position, me on top. You don't suck my cock. You just keep your lips around my cock and I thrust up and down and into your throat." "You'll let me breathe?? I smiled. "Yes. Or you can lie on your side. I'll lie on mine, put my cock into your mouth and fuck your face. You can get on your knees. I'll stand, hold your head and fuck your mouth." He smiled. "You see my cock is rock hard, don't you? I smiled. "Let's try all three. Whatever feels best to you, you can do and come." We went into a sixty-nine position. I put my cock into his mouth and began trusting. I looked down at his beautiful erection. I pressed my face into his scrotum and kept thrusting. I thrust and licked his balls, then I licked the shaft of his cock and ran my tongue around the head of his cock. I pulsed. I kept kissing and tonguing the head of his cock and thrusting into his mouth. We turned onto our sides and lay facing each other. I moved so that my cock was in his face and began thrusting. Then I stood and he got on his knees. I held his head and thrust into his mouth. "Which do you like better," I asked. "No. This isn't about what I like best. It's what you like best." We got back into the 69 position. Licking and kissing his cock really excited me. I thrust into his mouth until I shot my load. He swallowed. We lay beside each other. He said, "So, what was that like?" "Great. I liked having your cock in my face so I could lick and kiss it while I fucked yours." He smiled. "I was a little worried for a minute. I mean that tool of yours could gag me, but you had a good rhythm going so I could breath. I could tell when you were going to come. It really turned me on." We spent the week talking, dinning out, napping, sleeping in each other's arms and having sex. Driving back I said, "Were you serious about Scott?" He looked at me and smiled. "Yes. But he's out of town and will be for a while." I nodded. "His tour of duty will be over soon. Are you attracted to him? "Yeah. I mean he's kind of hot, don't you think?" "I guess. I mean I don't think of guys that way. But I can see that he's got a great body and he's kind of handsome." He looked at me. "Not as handsome as you, but not too many guys are." "Geez, you are so full of shit." He laughed. "Would you go out with him?" "Yeah. Sure. Would it be weird for you or Cathy?" "Me? Not even a little bit. Cathy was the one who told me Scott was hot for you. She wanted to set you two up, but Scott said no because he was afraid you wouldn't want to go out with him." "When will he out of the Navy?" "I think he's tour is over in five or six months." "Then what is going to do?" "He played football in high school." I looked at Jordan. "He's a jock." "Hey." I laughed. "He wants to major in physical education and minor in biology. He wants to teach high school." "He wants to be a coach and teach bio?" "Yeah." He glanced at me again. "What are you thinking?" "Sounds nice. I like that he wants to teach." "You two would make a nice couple." "Okay. So, let's not go that far right now. You can tell Cathy that I'd love to go out with him if he wants." Silence as Jordan drove. He said, "What do you think about this once a year week trip?" "I like it. We'll have to be careful. I mean at some point you'll be married and hopefully I'll be in a relationship. I think if we kept the sex to just that week we could pull if off. I mean I've been thinking about it. You are the only family I have. We could make the case that we want to have time alone, but I don't think it can be sitting in a house in Palm Springs." "What do you mean?" "Well, if it's a week of snowboarding or something like that. It makes it look like we're going someplace to do something, not we're going someplace to sit all day in a house." "You're right. We're sharing a bed only because we're out doing something else." "Right. So, I'm getting back into riding my bike. I did it for a while at UCSB. I've looked on line. They have these bicycle tours." "What's that?" "You've got to get a bike and do some riding. These tours are set up where for seven days you go from town to town. You stay in hotels and they give you dinners and food to eat while you ride and there in these beautiful areas. If you get tired of riding your bike, you can hang out at the hotel and then they will bus you to the next hotel. They have them in the United States, Canada, Europe and South America." "Wow, that sounds great. One year you and I can do a bike tour and the next a ski trip." "Exactly." There is one more part to this story. I will post it at the end of this week or the beginning of next week.