Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2021 09:06:32 +0100
From: Kinky boy <fetishkinkyboy@gmail.com>
Subject: My straight brother - chapter 9

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Chapter 9

The rest of the week, I was busy studying for my exams. Tim was busy
working. If he got home from work, he always checked in to see if I needed
anything and how the studying was going. I looked forward to these moments
with him. I had the first exam on Friday. It was math, my least favorite
subject. The good thing with starting with my least favorite was that after
Friday, I didn't need to think about it.

Each day after school, I went to study, only taking small breaks, mostly to
wank. I hadn't heard from Nathan, but that didn't faze me, since my mind
was preoccupied with the exams.

From Wednesday noon, our regular lessons stopped and Thursday we had the
day off to prepare for our exam on Friday. Some of my classmates wanted to
go to McDonald's, to have one last relaxed moment before we would be buried
in our books for the next 2,5 weeks.  We had a great time, making plans for
when the exams would be over, and we could have two months of Elysian
peace.

When I jumped on my bike, I thought I saw Nathan in the drive thru. I
couldn't quite make out if it was him, cause the sun reflected on his
windshield. But I could swear it was him. He was not alone, there was a guy
next to him in the car. I couldn't see who it was, because the sun was
blocking my view. He did seem familiar though.

By Thursday afternoon, I had studied everything through and through, but
being the perfectionist I am, I started from the beginning all over again
to review everything one last time. I was halfway when Tim walked in.

"Hey brainiac, how's it going?"

"I'm tired, but I'm going to study for a couple of hours, just to be sure."
I sighed.

Tim stood next to my desk. With one smooth move of his hand, he closed my
books.

"No, you're not." He said with a smirk.  "You've studied enough. You need
to be self-confident! If you haven't memorised your lessons yet, you never
will anyway. It's important to relax."

I wanted to protest, but he raised his hand to silence me. "Trust me,
tomorrow is your first exam, and if you don't take breaks once in a while,
you'll be too tired to give it your best on your last exam."

I knew he was right. If I was honest to myself, I knew I had done all I
could do.

"So, what are we going to do tonight?" He asked, while he stood in front of
me, his arms crossed.

I was a bit surprised by his question. I hadn't expected that he'd want to
do something with me. I shrugged.

"Oh, you don't know?" He laughed. "Or is it that you don't feel like doing
something with your big brother?"  While he said that he nudged my
shoulder. Was he kidding me? Of course I would want to do something with
him! I just didn't know what to do.

"We can go for a drink or catch a movie." He suggested. "Or perhaps we can
go to the gym?"

I didn't feel like going to the gym. Tim would see his mates there and we
would not be spending much time together.

"I don't know." I told him. It was true. I had planned to study until I
would get to bed, this sudden change of plans had left my mind blank.

Tim smiled: "Okay buddy!  I have an idea."  He snapped his fingers. "If
you're anything like me, you'll love this. It'll take away your stress in
no time!"

He left the room, and I heard him searching for something in his room. What
the fuck was he planning? 10 minutes later he came back and tossed me a
heavy bag. "Here, put this on."

I opened the bag and saw his old leather motor outfit. When I looked up, he
was gone. I called him: "What are you planning?"

"Just put it on!" He called back. "Trust me!"

I stripped down to my boxer briefs and my T-shirt. My dick was getting
hard. I always loved Tim in his leather motor outfit.  I had fantasized him
making me lick his leather gear, while he rubbed his boot in my
crotch. Once or twice, I had sneaked in his room, to try on his motor gear,
to feel the leather against my skin.

I started to put the gear on. It fitted rather nicely. I admired myself in
the mirror. I must admit that I looked hot. When Tim walked back in, he
wore his newer motor gear. He had an extra pair of motor boots with him.

"Here, I think they are one size too big, but they'll have to do." He
handed me the boots.

I was not sure what he had in mind. All my dirty mind was thinking about at
that moment, was that I wanted to hug him, kiss him, touch him
everywhere. Damn, I was so turned on at that moment. I started sweating in
the heavy leather gear. I started to imagine that Tim was sweating
too. Fuck, if only I could enjoy his manly scent now. Lucky for me, the
thick leather made it so that my huge boner was not visible.

When I put on the boots, they almost fitted.

"Those are old boots, but if you enjoy it, we can buy you new ones, in your
size. The motor gear fits you perfectly, I see." Tim assessed.

Tim started to walk out of my room. With his hand, he motioned me to follow
him.  I did as he wanted. We went straight to the garage, where his
motorcycle stood. It was his pride and joy. He took his helmet out of the
cupboard and handed me a spare one. Okay, so he didn't want to have a hot
fetishfuck in motor gear then. He wants to take me on his motorcycle. Fuck!
I was not prepared for that! I always thought he looked super sexy on his
motorcycle and I had fantasized about sitting behind him while he rode that
motherfucker, but truth be told; I'm a wimp. I'm scared to death to
actually ride it. Everytime I think about it, I imagine horrible things
that could happen. I could fall off, or Tim would crash because I made a
wrong move.

"Fancy a ride?" He asked while he put his helmet on.

It scared me to death, but I was also strangely drawn to it. I hesitated
for a few seconds, but when Tim got on the bike and patted the backseat to
invite me, I thought to myself: "YOLO! Why the hell not!?"

I went to sit on the bike. All the while, my dick had not gone soft. I sat
myself down a short distance from Tim.  I heard him laugh. He opened the
vizor of his helmet. "You'll have to sit closer!"  I scooched a little
closer.  He reached behind my back and put his hand on my butt. He pulled
me even closer, so my body was pressed against him. I worried if he might
feel my erection, but due to the thick leather, I doubt he noticed. He
opened the electric carport with his remote and started the engine.  When
the first vibrations of the motor went through me, I had to concentrate not
to cum.

I was nervous as hell. I held on tight to my seat and braced myself for
what was coming. Tim let the motor roar a couple of times before he took
off. He accelerated quickly and I was scared as fuck. He kept driving and I
kept wishing we would reach our destination soon. When we stopped at a red
light, I relaxed a little. But when the light turned green, Tim pulled up
again and I was bracing myself once more. If Tim thought this was going to
relax me, he was wrong. At the next traffic light, he reached for my hands,
and put them around his waist. He shouted something, but with the helmet
on, I couldn't hear him.

I rested my body against his body. It felt great to hold him in my
arms. With each turn, I felt the muscles in his body move. I was too
distracted to notice where we were going. After what seemed like ages, we
stopped. I didn't want to let go of Tim, but it would have been awkward if
I stayed there, resting against his back. So, I let him go and dismounted
the motorcycle. When my feet touched the ground, I felt kind of wobbly. It
was then that I felt every muscle in my body ache. I had been too cramped
all right. I was going to feel it tomorrow, that's for sure. Tim took off
his helmet and then helped me with my helmet.

"That was a great ride!" He enthusiastically exclaimed. "Don't you feel
relaxed and carefree now?"

Well, I wouldn't want to put it that way exactly. I didn't want to
disappoint Tim however, so I just shrugged. He seemed so happy, like a kid
on Christmas morning.

"What? You didn't like it?" He asked in a tone that one would use to talk
to the mentally insane. He probably wouldn't understand that I had been
scared to death.  "No, it was fine." I lied. "But my shoulders hurt and
every muscle in my body seems to protest with every step I'm going."

"That's because you didn't relax. I could feel you were way too tense." Tim
explained.

If he had felt that I was too tense, what else had he felt? Had he felt my
raging hardon?

"Try to relax on the way back, okay buddy?"

Oh fuck, this was not the end, I had to get back on that damned thing. When
I looked around, I recognized the place. We were at the park where I had
sex with Nathan.

"I thought a ride and walk would help to clear your mind." Tim said.

We walked in silence through the park. When we came to the bench where I
had been with Nathan, I turned red.  We walked up a small hill and there
Tim laid down in the grass. I laid next to him.  When I looked at him, I
felt so much love. He looked sexy as fuck in his motor gear, but I also
knew he had a golden heart. There were some girls sitting close by and I
could see they were checking Tim out. It made me so proud that this sexy
hunk was my brother. I wished that I could cuddle with him there, with the
setting sun spreading that sepia toned light. I felt this strange calmness
overwhelming me. I crossed my arms behind my head and laid down.

We talked some while we laid besides each other. We talked about Dad and
Martine, about Tim's work, about mutual friends we knew. Suddenly he asked:
"How was it when you were together with Daphné?"

I opened my eyes and looked at him. I didn't know what he meant with that
question. He had opened the top of his motor suit and I noticed he hadn't
put on a shirt underneath. I so wanted to lick his chest.

"What do you mean?" I asked for clarification.

"Just, you know... between the two of you, how was it?" He stammered.

"Good, I guess. We liked each other a lot." I saw that this was not what he
meant. I still didn't quite grasp what he wanted to ask me.

"How was it... you know...have you guys... well... sex?" He got lost in his
words. I decided to help him out.

"Oh, haha, you mean sex.  No, we never had sex." I laughed. "We only
kissed."

Tim turned to me and leaned on his elbow. "How was that?" He asked.

"Good! At least for her. I didn't feel much, but a couple of weeks ago she
said that it was a shame that we were no longer dating, because I was the
best kisser she ever had."

Suddenly it was as if a cloud ran over Tim. The smile left his face, and I
could see something in his eyes which I couldn't explain. He zipped his
jacket back up, stood up and started walking. I didn't know what I had done
wrong and if he was mad at me.  After a few steps he turned around.

"Well, are you coming or what?" He barked.

I stood up and had trouble catching up to him. He walked with large steps.
I didn't dare to talk to him. It had been a long time since I saw him in
this mood. When we reached his motorcycle, he handed me my helmet. That is
to say, he roughly stomped it in my stomach. Tears welled up in my
eyes. Not so much because of the pain, but because I was hurt by Tim's
behavior. I quickly put on my helmet. I didn't want Tim to see that I was
almost crying. Tim started the motor before I was well seated. Man, I've
must have done something horrible for him to behave that way. I didn't know
if I should put my arms around him or hold on to my seat.

I decided it was more comfortable to hold Tim, so I tried to put my hand
around him, just as he was starting to ride. He swatted my hand away. I was
crying. I just didn't know what I did wrong. It was so unfair of him to
treat me this way.

We rode a bit. My helmet was fogging up because I was crying.  When we were
at the first traffic lights, Tim reached for my hands and placed them
around his waist. This comforted me a bit. At least he did not hate me.

When we pulled in the garage, I got off the motorcycle. Everything hurt, I
just hadn't relaxed and was cramped. I tried to remove my helmet, but I
struggled to unfasten it. Tim had removed his helmet and came over to help
me. I turned away, because I was too stubborn to let him help me.

"Sander, I'm sorry, okay! Now let me help you!" Tim shouted. I gave in and
let him remove the wretched thing. With my helmet removed, Tim could see my
puffy red eyes. I saw a change in his eyes, as if he just saw something
that hurt him very much.

"Sander..." He whispered. He bit his lip and looked at me with a sadness in
those beautiful eyes. I know that he felt guilty about what he had done. I
know Tim, if he could turn back time, he would have. He came closer and
hugged me. I was not ready to hug him back. I was still a little angry, so
I let my arms hang next to my body while Tim held me close.

"I'm so sorry, Sander!" He whispered softly. "I'm an asshole...I have had
some shit going on and I shouldn't have taken it out on you." He kissed the
top of my head.

In my heart I already had forgiven him, but the stubborn part of me didn't
want to admit that, so I pushed him away. I marched out of the garage and
headed straight upstairs. Tim ran right behind me. On the stairs he took my
arm.

"Sander... Please...." He pleaded. I didn't know why I was so
stubborn. Part of me wanted to make up.

I pulled my arm away from him and stomped up the stairs. In the hallway,
Tim shot past me and reached my door before I could.

"No Sander, I'm not going to let you go to bed angry." He said with a stern
voice. "It will distract you too much." He sighed. "I fucked up, I'm sorry!
I shouldn't have behaved this way." He looked to the floor. "Can you please
forgive me?"

I began to melt. I put my arms around his neck and nested my head against
his shoulder. He put his arms around me and held me close, which caused me
to moan. Not in pleasure this time, but in pain. My muscles were aching
from the ride and with each passing minute they became sorer.

"What's wrong?" Tim asked with a concerned voice.  I told him about my
muscles feeling like someone had pulled them through a meat grinder.

"My muscles feel like someone pulled them through a meat grinder. Every
movement hurts like hell."

Tim chuckled: "The ride didn't relax you at all, did it?"

"No, it was hell..." I admitted.

"Okay, that's my fault.  I'll make it up to you!" He said while he took my
hand and guided me to his room.

In his room, he motioned for me to sit on his bed. He went down on one knee
and took my booted foot in his hand. He removed the boots, first the left,
followed by the right boot. He took my sock off. Then he pulled me back up
and helped me out of my motor gear. It felt great to be undressed by
Tim. It was sensual, although I knew that was not his intention. When I
stepped out of the leather pants, all I had one was my T-shirt and my
tighty-whities. My dick was semi hard, which made him clearly visible. Tim
saw this, then looked in my eyes and smirked. I was no longer embarrassed
by having an erection in front of Tim. I guess our relationship had
evolved. Tim then reached to my crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Horny
again?" He smirked with a shit-eating grin on his face. Tim went into the
bathroom and came back with a big towel and a bottle of oil.

"Pull off your shirt and lay down on your stomach." He ordered me.

I did as I was told, using my arms as a pillow. I looked at him while he
took of his leather gear. I kind of regret that he did that. It would have
been hot if he would have straddled me completely dressed in leather. When
he was down to his underwear, he didn't stop there. To my surprise, he
pulled them down. He then saw me watching.

"Sorry, force of habit." He apologized.  He took his Basketball shorts that
were lying over a chair and put them on. "Are you ready for my magic
hands?"

I softly moaned to let him know I was ready. To my disappointment, he came
to sit next to me on the bed, instead of straddling me like I had hoped.
He put the oil on his hands and rubbed them together to heat up the oil.
He then put his hands on my shoulders and gently started to massage them. I
started to relax from the first second. This felt so great.

"This isn't working." Tim declared. He abruptly stopped messaging me. I
didn't know what he was talking about, it felt great to me. "It's hard to
massage your left side when I'm sitting on the right side." He
explained. "Do you mind if I straddle you?"

Would I mind? Would I mind? Fuck no! I would love it!

"Sure, go ahead." I acquiesced.  Tim wasted no time and sat on my
ass. Fuck, it felt so great to feel him sitting on me. My dick was poking
into the mattress. Tim resumed his massage. He started with my shoulders,
then my neck and went down on my back and flanks. It felt so great, I
didn't want it to stop. When he was done with my back, he focused on my
legs. I don't know where he learned how to do this, but I loved it.  When
he was done with legs, he focused again on my back. He massaged me from the
neck down to the lower back. Then, suddenly he stopped.

"Maybe you should remove your underwear, so it doesn't get all messy." He
suggested. Well, too late for that, I thought to myself, because the pouch
was damp with the precum oozing from my cock, but I guessed that he meant
the oil.

I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and lifted my hips a bit to get my
underwear off. Since Tim was still on top of me, I gently pushed my butt
against his crotch. I could have sworn he let out a small, barely audible
moan, but I guess that's just my imagination.

When I laid there naked, he continued to massage my back. Each time he
massaged, his fingertips reached lower parts of my back, until he finally
reached my buttocks. I sensed a slight hesitation from him, but he then
went on and started to massage my ass.

"I'm just doing this because otherwise you'll have a sore butt in the
morning." Tim exclaimed somehow vigorously. It seemed that he was rather
defensive about it to be honest. He took his time to massage my ass. I
heard him grab some extra oil that he then poured over my skin. Each time
he massaged my butt cheeks, he spread them apart, so I imagined my hole was
fully exposed to him. I started to wonder if he was enjoying this, or if it
was just a wishful thinking. Suddenly I felt his thumb rubbing my virgin
hole. So this was not my imagination; Tim was rubbing my hole! I was
suddenly super nervous. I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach. Was this
really happening? And then I made a fatal flaw. In my eagerness to make
this happen, I lifted my hips, so that my ass pushed a little bit up. I
wanted to encourage him, but it had the opposite effect.

It seemed Tim snapped out of a reverie. He stood up and announced that he
was done with my back. He asked if I wanted him to do my front.  I
hesitated. I had a raging hardon. If I turned over, Tim would see it. It
was like he had read my mind.  "Don't worry if you're hard, I'm hard too."
Tim chuckled. While I looked to him, I could indeed see he was pitching a
tent in his shorts. This gave me the confidence to turn around.

"Mind if I straddled you again?" He asked with a sly smile.

I shook my head. He took the oil and rubbed it warm in his hands while he
sat down on me. It was a great sight to see: My hunky brother leaning over
to massage my oily chest . I kept looking up at him while he massaged
me. He was watching his hands rubbing my chest.  Suddenly he looked at me
dead in the eye with a big grin.  "What?" He snickered.

"Nothing, just looking at you." I told him innocently.

He displayed this beautiful smile and kept rubbing my chest. After he was
done, he sat at my feet and started to do my legs. Each time he came
towards my thighs, his face came closer to my hard cock. Every time it
seemed as if he was about to blow me, but of course, that would never
happen. Suddenly, when he went up to my thighs, he went further and rubbed
my flanks. He leaned further and his cheek brushed against my dick. After
that happened, he looked at me straight in the eye and winked.

Shit, was my mind playing games with me? Was I interpreting things wrong?

Tim started to massage my feet and looked me dead in the eye. He had such a
horny smile on his face. Fuck, I wanted him so much. When he was done with
my feet, he caressed my legs in one smooth movement up till my thighs. When
he reached my thighs, he suddenly pressed his lips on my dickhead and gave
it a kiss. Fuck, that was not my imagination! He nervously laughed and
stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, all done. Was it good for you?" He asked.  I could see his dich was
still raging hard in his pants.

"Hmmm" I moaned to show how relaxed I was.

"I'm glad you liked it." Tim said. "I must admit, I liked it more than I
should." He snickered as he grabbed his erection through his basketball
shorts.

"Are you relaxed enough to be in a good enough condition for your exam
tomorrow?" He asked.  Before I could answer, he added: "Because if not,
there is one thing that I did every time I had an exam..."

I was curious as to what he had in mind, so I did not say anything, hoping
he would drop the other shoe.

He stood there, staring at me nervously, smiling. He started laughing
awkwardly. It was clear that he was dying to say something, but he didn't
dare to do so.  So, I decided to help.

"Well, maybe I'm still not completely relaxed, so anything that could help
would be welcome..." I confessed innocently.

The nervous look on his face disappeared as it made place for a cocky
smile. "I always wanked the night before. It helped me sleep." He said
casually. While he said it, he pulled on his dick through his pants. He
looked down to his erection and then looked at me while he winked. He stood
there, waiting for me to say something. But I didn't dare to say anything,
afraid that it might be the wrong thing and I would spoil my chance. His
invitation seemed clear, but I was still a nervous wreck.

"You know, I could give you a hand job...to make up for my earlier behavior
." He softly said , avoiding eye contact. I was surprised by his
suggestion. I was more than happy with it, as you can imagine.

"Well, a wank would be awesome..." I responded, trying to sound as casual
as possible and probably failing miserably.

"Shall we do it?" Tim insisted.  How much encouragement did he need? It was
as if he wanted to do it but was not sure yet. I nodded.

Tim came over and straddled me. He put a little oil on his hands, rubbed
them together and then closed his eyes while he grabbed my dick. The slick
touch of his oiled hand made me shiver. He had a firm grasp of my dick. His
eyes were closed and leaning his head back. I couldn't believe he was doing
this.

This seemed so unreal. I remember when it all started, when Tim had warned
me that I couldn't touch him. We have come such a long way since then. I
was not afraid anymore, so I had enough courage to do what I did next. I
placed my hands on Tim's hips. I gently put some pressure on them and
released it again, guiding Tim into a rocking motion. I loved the feeling
of his muscles moving under my hands. I let my hands slide down to his
knees and move them back up again along his thighs. I stopped there and
looked for permission. He had his eyes closed, but softly whispered "Go
ahead!", so I let my hands wander and let them move along his thighs until
they found the place I was most eager to feel, his butt. I cupped his butt
and started to massage it.

To my pleasant surprise, Tim started to moan. It was then that I noticed
that the wet spot in his white shorts made them almost see through. Fuck,
was he really into this? This could no longer be my imagination. While he
was wanking me with his right hand, his left hand laid casually on his
thigh. I moved my right hand from his butt to his thigh.  I let it rest on
his thigh, almost touching his hand, but I made it sure it was not touching
his hand. He then turned his hand, so that it touched mine. He gave my hand
a gentle squeeze between his thumb and index finger. I squeezed back and he
opened his hand and took my hand in his. Strange to say this, with his
other hand on my dick, but the moment when he held my hand... It felt so
intimate. It did send a warm glow through my body. He kept his eyes closed
but he had his mouth agape and he licked his beautiful lips. I put my left
hand on his torso, just above his abs. I let it rest there a few moments,
feeling his warmth against my hand palm. All the while, he kept wanking my
dick. I was glad I had jerked off twice earlier that day, otherwise I would
have cum immediately and I did want to enjoy this moment as long as I
could.

I slowly moved my hand up to his pecs. I then let my hand browse across his
torso. From his pecs to his abs and back. When I brushed by his nipple with
the back of my hand, Tim held his breath for a second and let his breath
escape with a soft moan. There was no mistake, one way or the other, he was
enjoying this.


I sat up a little, and hurried, before my better judgement would stop me. I
put my hands on his hips and move my head to his torso. I kissed his pecs,
which made Tim groan in ecstasy. I stuck my tongue out and licked my way to
his nipple. I took it between my lips and kissed it.  I crossed my arms
behind his back and held onto his shoulders while I let my head rest
against his chest. Tim had of course stopped wanking me, since it was not
possible anymore the way we sat.  He put his arms around me and held me
close.

Tim took my face in his hands. He finally had opened his eyes. I looked up
at him, he looked down at me. Neither of us said a word. There was a faint
smile on Tim's face. He leaned down until our foreheads touched. He looked
deep into my eyes. Suddenly he tilted his head a bit and he pressed his
lips on mine. It was a tender peck. Tim didn't say a word. He put his hands
in my neck and looked me in my eyes. His eyes seemed to ask for
permission. I hope he could see the love in my eyes, before I closed my
eyes. Tim brought his lips again to my lips. This time, when our lips met,
we both opened them softly and our tongues met. At the same time, we both
pulled each other close. The first few seconds, I was confused. Why was my
straight brother kissing me this way? But that thought vanished soon from
my mind, because the pure intimacy made me forget everything. I don't know
how to describe it, but it was like I kissed for the first time. It was
familiar and yet, strangely new. I felt sensations that I never felt
before. I lost track of time. The kiss could have lasted seconds, or hours,
I hadn't a clue. I was lost. I wanted to stay in Tims arms forever. When we
broke the kiss we stared into each other's eyes. Neither of us said
anything. There was no need for words.

I wanted to kiss some more, and I was not alone. Tim brought his lips again
to my lips. While the first kiss was sweet and tender, this one was more
wild and passionate.

Tim pushed me down and laid on top of me. He was heavy and it felt as if he
was crushing me. But I didn't say anything, I didn't want anything to
disturb what we were doing. If we would stop now, I feared that we would
never have another chance. Tim kept kissing me, while he grinded his dick
between our bodies. He took hold of his hips and let my hands travel across
Tim's back. Tim reached behind my back and placed one arm at my lower
back. He held me close while he turned around so that he was on his back
and I was on top of him. This made it more pleasant for me. Our bodies were
slik from the sweat. I placed my left hand on Tim's pec and pushed myself
up. Sweat dripped from my chest onto Tim. He whipped his face with his
forearm and sighed.

"Man, it's hot!" He exclaimed. I was not sure if he meant our activity or
the temperature. I started to grind our dicks together. Our precum and the
sweat were mixing.  "I'm sorry, buddy, but this is not working out." I
heard Tim say. The words I feared to hear were finally spoken. Tim must
have seen the disappointment in my eyes, because he took my face in his
hands and added: "I mean, now, with the heat and sweat."  I smiled, I had
feared he meant our escapades.  "I've got an idea!" He said.  He ordered me
to hold on to him, while he got up. I wrapped my legs around him.  He took
me to the shower in his arms. I still held on to him, while he entered the
shower. He pinned me against the wall, while he opened up the water. The
moment the water poured on our bodies felt unbelievable.  "Much better!"
Tim smiled. He looked me straight in the eyes, while he tilted his head and
pressed his lips on my waiting lips. Our mouths opened and we became one
again. I felt his tongue touching mine. When he pulled back, I kept sucking
on his tongue, until he retreated completely. It was only for a second,
because Tim came right back for more. The cooling water rained down on our
heated skin. We kissed each other deeply while our bodies cooled down. When
at long last, we broke the kiss, Tim brought his mouth to my ears and
whispered: "Why don't you suck my dick for me?"  He stood back and I sank
down to my knees. I took his raging hardon in my mouth and showed him how
much I loved his dick.

"Oh Sander! This feels so good, don't stop!" He panted.  It was the first
time he said my name while I was sucking him.

I guess the warm weather had put his hormones in overdrive, because it
didn't take long for him to cum. He cried out my name while he shot his
load deep in my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but to prevent
myself from choking, I had to let it go.

"Man, you're one skilled cocksucker." He chuckled. "Now go to bed! You need
your sleep for your exam tomorrow!"