Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2020 08:17:41 -0600 From: Billy Wright Subject: Us, For You (Chapter 9) As always, please remember to donate to Nifty, it's a free service we've all enjoyed and it needs your help to keep being that way. Please, consider donating. Furthermore, this story deals with sex between minors, it is inspired in real events, yet it is still fiction. This story is was written by me, if you want to give suggestions, comments, constructive criticism or just chat, here is my e-mail: billy.alexander.wright@gmail.com or you can look for me in Wattpad (where this story will also be published) under the user @Billy_Alex_Wright Without further ado: Characters: Alexander - Me, a boy of 15 Christopher - My brother, two years older Minakami - Japanese boy of 15 Ekrem - Turkish boy of 17, the younger tour guide Baurk - Ekrem's boyfriend, a boy of 16 Part 2 Moon over the Sea 5 (Turkey) I think everyone, out of simple human curiosity, has asked themselves what it would be like to do... you know what, with two boys instead of only one. I mean, to be three in bed. Well, I'm here to tell you how it is and, well... it's different. The initial nerves, that's something that stays in the mind. Nerves. If it's the first time, feeling them is unavoidable, is the anticipation, the excitement, the curiosity and the fear, all at once, running through you mind, your body, in your veins, boiling your blood and freezing your words. Baruk and Ekrem both were trying not to look at me. Were they afraid? Or, maybe, like me, they were nervous. "Have you done this before?" I asked, that was the first thing I did. Something we all do when we face an awkward silence. I mean, if someone must do something, why not talk? "Never," Ekrem replied, sincere. I looked at him, the poor thing looked so cute over there, sitting at my side, insecure but hungry, he didn't wanted to hurt me but, at the same time, he could barely resist the temptation of devouring me. "This is our first time." "We had already went out with other guys," Baruk clarified, we looked surer of himself although, maybe it just was that he was better at hiding his fear. "But we've never got this far. You are the first one. This thing of having an open relationship is... still very new to us. We talked it for a very long time and, well, here we are." "Here we are," I repeated. Again, silence. One could drown in the silence because of how deep it was. Maybe the only comparison is a dance. One of those school dances, proms, homecomings, those dances in the movies where everyone is dying to dance but, before all that... no one moves. "No one wants to be the first one in a dance." "Are you nervous?" Ekrem asked. "Because I am." I couldn't resist it anymore, the nerves were consuming me. I stood up. "How do we start?" I asked, shameless. "How do we start to make love?" Baruk stood up to. "That's what you mean? Well, it's simple. First, you have to do this." There was no warning, no yellow light, no signs, I just closed my eyes and let his lips come to mine. I could feel the fire inside him, the heat, the flame that emerged from inside him, from the deepest parts of him, burning everything on his way. How did he do that? I had no idea but I loved it. I kissed him back, devouring him with my lips. It was then that I felt his hand on my chest, sliding down until reaching the front of my jeans. Even through the denim I could feel his hands on my member, caressing it. When we parted, I turned to my right, to the bed where Ekrem was sited. He had done nothing, yet you only had to look at his face to realize how much he was enjoying our show. "Why so shy, love?" Baruk's words sounded distant, surreal. He took control and started directing us. Baruk walked towards Ekrem and, taking him by the hands, he made him stand and brought him to where I was. The he kissed him. They were boyfriends, a couple, and it showed. The kiss between them was not like mine, there was something else there, passion, desire, yes, but also love, admiration, respect. It was fire. I felt like a fool just standing there, frozen. Baruk seemed to notice since he stepped away from his boyfriend and kissed me, slowly, passionately. It didn't last long, soon he left me and looked at Ekrem. It was a sign. I let the boy capture me in his arms. Ekrem's mouth was sweet, covered in white sugar, sweet like candy and made you just as hungry. There was a firmness, a hardness that, the more I kissed him, the softer it got. Suddenly, I was a child again, a child in a candy story, covered from head to toe in cake. Sweet, delicious, it surrounded me and I surrendered inside it. When we parted I couldn't help but notice the differences. I had to try again. I kissed Baruk. It was a flame, fire, heat, passion. I kissed Ekrem. Sugar, sweet, soft, childhood, hunger. They were so different but, in that instant, I couldn't imagine one without the other. How did it taste, for them, when they kissed? I had no idea but I was dying to find out. All that time Baruk was running his fingers through my body. My shoulders, my sides, my chest. He was the hungriest of the three but I couldn't blame him. I was a dessert and we were the last drop of water. In reality, three in one bed, is uncomfortable. As I said, it only happened once with me so I don't know if it gets better with practice. I imagine it does but, I have no idea. At least the first time is like this: sloppy. I kissed one, then the other, then the first one again. A part of me was trying to keep things equality divided, that no one felt left out or ignore but, to be honest, having to keep track of that was diminishing the experience. When I watched them I enjoyed it. It was weird but, in general, one never has the change to see two boys kissing that closely, that intimately. And when both are attractive and are waiting for you to join them, God. Is that what straight men feel when they see two women kissing? Baruk, the hungriest, had taken the initiative. I knew it, but no more. I was the guest, the other one. I wasn't going to let them think that I didn't want to, that I was there just for that, that I didn't desired them, so I took the next step. I took my jacket off and let it fall to the floor. Then I took of my shoes, then my socks. I was about to take of my shirt when I felt their arms, stopping me. "Why so fast?" Baruk murmured. "Are you in a hurry?" Ekrem came closer, his hands on my hips. "Don't take it off, anything. Let us, we want to undress you." Those words made me shake with excitement. I felt Ekrem's hands holding my hips before holding my shirt. Meanwhile, Baruk went to the front of my jeans, sliding the zipper down, and popping the button. Then, together, as if it had all been planned, they both pulled my clothes off me. One lifted my shirt while the other lowered my jeans. Then, they took a step back. "Not bad," Baruk whispered. "Not bad?" Ekrem replied. "Aren't you looking? It's..." Ekrem couldn't hold it, seeing me there in my underwear in front of them, almost naked. He couldn't resist it any longer so he kissed me again. This time, however, his hands didn't hold back and started touching every last inch of my body. It was odd, being there, in front of them, almost naked when they were entirely clothed. I tried to ignore that and focus on kissing Ekrem but, then, I felt another pair of lips. Not in my mouth but in my neck. Baruk's heat started to melt me, my legs shacked from the emotion. There is something special, something unique about feeling two mouths on your body at once. Baruk knew what he was doing, his mouth explored my neck, and his teeth did so too. My neck, my collarbone, my chest, all the way until he reached a weak point I didn't know about. I let out a gasp, unavoidable, irresistible. Baruk painted a wide smile on his face. "What? Is it the first time someone puts their tongue on your nipple?" The whole thing seemed to amuse him. Baruk gave Ekrem a look, he answered with another, as if they had conceived a mischief in that very moment. Ekrem left my lips and went down to my chest. It was then that they attacked, both at once. You can imagine what I felt, if not, what are you waiting for? Go, try it, you don't know what you've been missing. When the boys stood up I could see the magic before me. Ekrem and Baruk returned their attention to the other. They kissed, of course, that wasn't surprising. What was new was me seeing them devour each other. Their tongues moved as if they hadn't eaten in a long time while their hands began removing the other's clothes, one by one. First their shirts, then their jeans, until they were only in their boxers, like me. They jumped on the bed, their lips never parting but, unlike with me, they had no shame with the other. Their hands were impatiently savoring the other's member. That's when I jumped into the action. The bedcover wasn't good but the sheets, oh the sheets flew over our heads. Baruk was the first one to be brave, not with himself but with his boyfriend, removing his last piece of clothing, exposing him to the air, the wind, the sun and my eyes. Baruk's mouth went to his boyfriend's crotch. Ekrem pushed his head back, his eyes closed in pleasure. "No," I told myself. "I'm not going to let them do it by themselves." And soon my mouth was next to Baruk's, Ekrems' manhood between us. Compared to Japan, with Minakami, they were bigger, thicker too but also had a lot more hair in their bodies, some even on the chest. It was different, new. With Ekrems' member, I let my instinct guide me, licking and exploring every inch where Baruk wasn't. It was then that, at first by accident, Baruk's tongue touched mine. I didn't let him go, I started kissing him there, with Ekrem between us. It was strange but wonderful, at least that was what Ekrem's moaning said. When my turn came I understood: having someone between your legs is amazing, having him explore every last inch was unmatched but having two people, two mouths, two tongues... I could barely resist it, my mind couldn't process it. I couldn't even close my mouth because of the pleasure I was feeling. "Where do you like?" I head one ask me, I didn't know who. The question was cryptic but, hadn't I listen to in Japan before, I wouldn't have known what it meant. He was asking if I liked to top or to bottom. "I don't know," I replied honestly. "I've never done it, I don't know what I like." "But the Japanese boy..." "We did a lot, but not that." Baruk looked up, his face inches away from me. "So, this is your first time?" He and Ekrem shared a look. "Oh, Alex, you have no idea what follows. Today, I promise you, you'll know what you like." "How?" "Well, you are about to try everything." Oddly enough, the first thing I asked for -and I don't know why I thought about it- was a demonstration. Not with me, no, a demonstration where I was merely a spectator. They smiled, looked at each other, their eyes full of desire, lust and, in front of me, I saw the boyfriends, the couple, mounting each other. Baruk laid on his back while Ekrem raised his boyfriend's legs until laying them over his shoulders. I didn't need to see Ekrem's face to notice his excitement, his member showed it perfectly. Down, Baruk was watching him, hungry, horny, desperately. When Ekrem pointed at the boy between his legs, Baruk closed his eyes. Ekrem entered with the tip, Baruk squeezed his eyelids and opened his mouth, moaning. Ekrem didn't stop until his manhood was completely inside the boy. Baruk, eyes closed, mouth open, moaning in pleasure, was in paradise. Those sounds, those screams of excitement, Baruk's moaning was enough to make me horny. They kept at it for a few instants. Ekrem was going slow at first, delicate, careful, moving his hips in circles, his boyfriend roaring in pleasure. Then, caressing his chest, Ekrem started thrusting faster and faster, gaining speed, going deeper, quicker. And, like a religious chorus, every thrust Ekrem gave became a moan Baruk let out. I looked around me and took my phone, I made them a sing asking for their permission and, copying Minakami, I pointed with my camera and capture the boyfriends, one on top of the other, playing with every part of their bodies. One, two, three, I took photo after photo, a video even, until Ekrem stepped down. "Your turn, Alex" he said, stepping away. "I left him warm and open for you." His words made me flush. "And don't worry," he added. "You are going to fine, besides Baruk cums with anything." "Hey!" The boy complaint with his legs in the air. Ekrem laughed, winking at me. I walked to the edge of the bed where Ekrem had been. I looked down between my legs, my member wasn't fully awaken. "Nerves," I told myself. It was then that I felt a pair of hands in my chest, caressing me, touching my nipples, a pair of lips on my neck. "Ekrem," immediately, my body reacted. I took Baruk's legs and put them on my shoulders, just as his boyfriend had done. I doubted for a second, then I felt Ekrem's hands guiding me towards the goal. I didn't know what was exciting me the most: the fact that I was about to enter Baruk or knowing that it was his boyfriend who was showing me the way. I closed my eyes and let my senses guide me. Between how open Ekrem had left him and the lube in the condom it was easy to enter, so much so that I almost went all in. Baruk let out a loud moan. Ekrems hands on my hips pulled me backwards, I was about to get out, stopping when only the tip remained, in and pushed me in again. Baruk moaned. My hips got the rhythm and, little by little, I started mounting the boy between my legs. "Alex!" Baruk screamed between moans. "God, are you sure that...? Are you sure that you've never done it before? Uh, because you are, uh, good. Really good. Uh, more, please, more, give me more, I, ahhhh..." I didn't stop there. Never in my life had I felt something so unique, different, and special. Feeling someone else's body, their skin surrounding my member, squeezing it, it was humid, warm and it excited me. I loved the sound of my pelvis against his gluteus, it was intoxicating, addictive. I had never done anything so instinctive, so natural, so pleasurable, and every time Baruk moaned, every time his breath was taken away and, every scream he gave, only made me go faster, harder, deeper. Then I felt what I was giving. It was a weird pain followed by a hidden, forbidden pleasure. I kept doing Baruk while Ekrem fingered me, one, two. I though he was doing because he enjoyed it, not to, slowly, prepare me. In the end, I also felt him in all his glory. Entering someone was very different from having someone enter inside you. Pain. That was the first thing. Something similar too when you go the bathroom was the second. Then he started moving and the pain grew. I was still inside Baruk, frozen, but Ekrem kept going. His movements were delicate, confident, caring, yet they hurt like hell. Little by little, I felt the tip, then a little bit more and more. Then I felt pleasure. The pain never went away but the pleasure started dominating it. Soon I felt full, complete, unique. I resumed the rhythm, making an effort to ignore the pain and kept going. Every thrust Ekrem gave inside me, was one that I gave inside Baruk. It was wild, a raw passion, pure life. Being inside someone, the pleasure, the immensity, combined with someone being inside me, it was too much. It was too much. I was going fast, I was mounting and being mounted, moving as one, automatic, it was pure instinct. It was holy, a sacrilege, it was pagan but also the nearest thing to heaven. Every movement Ekrem made inside me, received one moan from me and two from Baruk. I could barely hold it. In fact, I couldn't. I came then and there. The explosion was intense, I roared in pleasure but knowing I was cumming inside someone else made me howl. A few seconds later, I felt something warm behind, inside me, a pulse, and then another. Ekrem had just finished too. When he exited me and I Baruk, I felt exhausted, hungry and thirsty. "Hey! What about me?" Baruk said. Yet, he didn't take long. Ekrem held me by the waist, kissing me, one hand was caressing my gluteus while the other took hold of his member until making him finish. We didn't dress immediately after. We had no hurry. The three of us, tired, let ourselves fall on the bed. Immense, defeated. Our chests rocked softly in an attempt to recover out breaths. I seized the moment, took out my phone and took a picture of the three of us there, lying over the sheets. "That was..." "I know," I completed. "Wow, that was so much more than a wow." We didn't have a second round, sadly. It was late and I had to go back to my room before my parents arrived. Luckily, the tour still had a few days left and I spent them with Ekrem. There were several kisses and photos but, even without all that, the truth is that I enjoyed his company. The warm in him, the interest, the kindness, I could never see him as anything but a genuinely good person. When the tour got to its end I had to say goodbye. It wasn't terrible, after all. I had seized Turkey. "Don't forget us," said Ekrem on the bus to the airport. "Really, I mean it. You can't lose touch with us." "I won't," I replied, I could see how worried he was. "If I haven't stopped talking to Minakami, my Japanese friend, what makes you think I will stop taking to you? Besides, I like you, a lot. Really. Turkey... well, let's just say that you put the Magical in Turkey." That made him smile. "You are so corny." "Shut up, you like it." "Maybe a little," his face was shining. "Do you promise that we'll keep in touch?" "I promise, besides, I have to send you all those photos I took, remember?" Ekrem didn't answer. The bus had stopped, we had arrived to the airport. I stepped away from the youngest guide while his brother, the main guide, was giving instructions. My eyes didn't let him go. I had seized Turkey, that was true, but I wasn't sure if it had been in the way I wanted. I had fun, of course, but the memories that remained weren't those of the hotel, they were those of Ekrem and me, sitting in front of the tower in the middle of the sea, while the sun drowned in the sea and the moon shined above. I surprised myself when the thought "I want more," came to my head. I lowered my head. I knew it was impossible, that Ekrem not only already had a boyfriend but he also lived in another country. I sighed. "I hope we can see each other again someday," Ekrem murmured in the airport, before I left. "Someday," I repeated before giving him I smile I didn't feel and disappearing in the crowd. By the time I was in the plane I had already accepted that Ekrem and I was something that wasn't going to happen. He was happy, Baruk was a great guy and even though they had an open relationship where they had invited me to a date and their bed, that didn't mean I was part of it. And it was okay, I understood. However, that made me understand something: I wanted that. Not only the fun, the bed, the hunt. But the photos, the walking holding hands, the bad jokes and the discreet smiles. While the plane was taking off, I promised myself, the next boy, it didn't matter if I met him at home or on vacations, was going to be something unique. He was going to be mine. "It's just matter of time," I told myself. "It's just matter of finding out which country we are going to visit next. ----------------------------------------------------------- That's the end of Turkey but not the end of the whole story. I though this as a collection of little adventures (each a different country) as self-contained narratives that are all connected and affect the next one. So, this isn't the end? Are you ready to see where we go next? And if you have anything to say, please e-mail me. I'll gladly reply.