Seduction Of Peter
by Brilane (behk@m4.sprynet.com)


The highway speeds by as I gaze out the Honda's window and wait for the
drink of the party to wear off.

"Bri? You OK?" Peter's voice brings me back to the swaying motion of the
car.

"Pete, slow down!  You're traveling to fast," I say looking at the
speedometer.  86 mph.

He just grins.

"Now, slow the damn thing down.  I just got her!" I yell.

He brings the car down to 55 and lays his right hand on my knee.

"OK, Bri.  Am I scaring you?" he asks grinning.

"Not scaring me, but the car is new and I wanted to let the ride last as
long as possible."

Pulling of the highway, we head up the road to the gate of the rambling
complex of town houses of Presidential Estates in Quincy, Mass.  This is my
hideaway from the city.  I show the guard my pass and direct Peter to my
house and he parks in the slot next to his car.

"We're lucky to get back.  You're still drunk," I tell him.

The party had gone well and a bunch of us from Badger had ended up at the
Market Place trying to pick up chicks.  And wouldn't you know it, I would
be the one to get lucky.  A nice little blond with good-sized tits.  She
let me run my finger down her cleavage while dancing.  A damn sure lay.  I
was getting in deep, trying to keep the straight role going, hoping that
she would get pissed and leave but she wanted to split with me and I needed
an out.

I was in the men's room trying to figure out how to get rid of the broad
when Peter wandered in.  He told me not to worry about getting him home and
encouraged me to go with her.  He said he would take a cab out to Westin
and get his car on Saturday.  I told him I didn't want her.  He thought I
was nuts.  I suggested he take her, but he pointed out that it was him she
was dodging when she bumped into me.

"Well, I've got to think of something," I muttered.

I walked out of the restroom and see my blond talking to Paul.  This was my
out.  Walking right up to her, I said loudly, "When I pick up a BITCH, she
is mine for the night.  You want this guy, he's yours."

With that I turned and stormed out of the club.  Outside the air felt good,
and I walked over to my car.

"Bri!" Peter's voice called from behind me.  "What'd you do that for?" he
asked, puffing as he ran up beside me.

With my back to him and trying to contain my anger, I said, "Peter, you
know I don't want a girl, and it was getting sticky in there.  You sure
were no help." I turned and looked him straight in the face.  "Peter, it is
hard enough playing straight without you trying to get me hooked up with
some chick.  All you straight guys think a pussy will change me.  PETER, I
DON'T WANT TO CHANGE!  Got that!"

Turning away from him, I reached my Honda and started to unlock it.  His
hand reached out to mine and he lifted the keys.

"Come on, you've had too much to drink.  I'll drive you to the Towers."

"Fuck that place.  I've got the ocean place for the summer.  I'm going
there, and I don't need a baby-sitter," I said, feeling more cold now than
mad.

We argued for a while, but I finally agreed to let him drive me home.  Now
standing by the cars, I suggest that stay the night because it was so late.
Looking at his watch, he says he is really tired and then agrees.  Once
inside my place, Peter collapses on the couch and I begin to make some
coffee.

I have known Peter for quite a while, and we are very close.  For a
straight guy he's real cool about me being gay, so we've hung out and
traveled the club circuit, both gay and straight together.  He is a little
taller than me, has light brown hair that has a gold tint to it.  Brown
eyes and a great build from his playing rugby.  He also has this disarming
smile that puts a person at ease immediately.  I loved him from the second
we met.  As he stood there being introduced to me, all I saw were his eyes.
He stared back intently and from that day to now we've been the best of
friends.  There are and have never been any secrets between us.  It is a
good friendship.  So being around Peter is very relaxing, and I've never
been nervous about touching him and hugging him.  In fact, earlier in the
evening at the party he hugged me and kissed me on the lips.  It seemed
natural because this was a party in my honor, so everyone was hugging me
and slapping my back all night.

"You plan on working tomorrow?" Peter asks.

"No, but you do," I reply.

He looks at me and gives me the finger.  Now Peter is of proper Yankee blue
blood stock, so any vulgar gesture is always somewhat surprising.

"We'll see about that," Pete says as he gets up and heads off towards the
bedrooms.

I sit in the side chair and look out into the darkness, smelling and
hearing the ocean through the open window.  I glance back down towards the
bedrooms and see Peter coming from the bathroom, wearing only a pair of
white briefs, surprising me again.  He usually wears full-cut, white
boxers.  He shows a nice basket in the briefs, and I look down at the floor
just sighing, knowing that any thought of sex with Peter is out of the
question.  It would alter the friendship forever.  But wishing it would and
feeling for his sake it wouldn't, I just close my eyes and let the longing
pass through me.

Getting up out of the chair, after having fallen asleep for a while, I head
for my room and stop at the dresser and take out fresh underwear and head
for the bath.  Once inside I shower and get ready for bed, 1 a.m., work is
out, I guess.  I return to my room and look over into the guest room. The
bed is empty.

"That stupid fuck drove home," I think.

Walking into my room, I slide open the large drapes and open the sliding
door to let both air and the bright moonlight in.  Turning I look over to
my bed and see Peter lying on it. He is on his back and sound asleep.  He
is sort of at an angle from corner to corner, and his body is dark in the
light from the window, his white briefs are in contrast to the rest of him.
I just look at him.  Trying not to think those thoughts, I walk over to him
and with my finger tap real hard a few times on his breastbone and he wake
up slowly.  I tell him that the guest room is out there and point to the
door.  He grins and gets up.  He stands at the side of the bed, grabs the
blanket and pulls it back with the sheet.

"You lie here and sleep," he tells me and points at the other side, "and
I'll stay here."

He lies back down on the bed.  Every fantasy I have ever had of Peter
involved a bedroom seduction because of all the time we have spent in hotel
rooms together.  Here and now with his behavior I knew it was bad and it
would only lead me to really falling for him and that is nuts.  Loving a
straight guy is a real loser for a fag.  I walk toward the door.

"Brian, get in this fuckin' bed!"

Peter's voice was harsh and startled me a little.  I turn to him and he is
up on his right elbow and starring at me." I said NOW!"

I walk over to the other side and lie down starring at the ceiling without
saying a word.  I am taken back by his voice and by the tone if it.  My
body is rigid as if I am frozen.  I feel his movements as he rolls over,
almost covering me with his warm body.  I see his face looking down at
mine.  I pull my head back deep into the pillow but he stops me.  Then,
warm, moist lips touch mine and this man starts a very gentle kiss.  His
lips are soft and they move slightly from side to side as he increases the
pressure on mine.  All the thoughts rush through me at once and my eyes
fill with tears and I feel his tongue start licking the tears that have
reached our lips.  Peter raises his head and slowly licks the tears and
softly tells me not to cry.

"I love you, Bri," he says gently.

"This changes everything.  Our friendship is gone," I say as I look into
his eyes.

Looking down at me, he softly whispers, "No, it just got stronger and now
after your seduction of kindness and loving friendship, it's time I repay
you for making me fall in love with you." With that he takes his left hand
and pulls my right arm up over his shoulder and says, "Make love with me."

He begins a kiss so full of passion that I'm pulled helplessly into it, and
I become a full participant.  My arm descends along his back to his
briefs-covered ass, and I start rubbing it and rotating my midsection as we
kiss for what seems an eternity.

He lowers his face down to my left ear and starts nibbling on the lobe.  I
run my tongue along his shoulder, kissing and slightly biting him.  Peter's
body has moved, now completely covering me.  He starts to kiss and lick my
neck and rub his right arm along my thigh, touching the waist band of my
briefs.  He slides his arm along my lower leg.  He is slowly descending
down my chest to my naval and by his movements, I know this is new to him.
I smile slightly and brush his fine soft hair as he licks my underwear.
He's trying to be gentle as he runs his tongue along my expanded penis, not
quite knowing how to handle it.  I reach down with both hands to his
shoulders and pull him up and sliding my arms around him roll Peter over
onto his back.

"Here, I'll show you how it's done," I whisper in his ear.

Looking down into the eyes of the man I have loved for so long that
sometimes I cried myself to sleep over him, I begin to kiss his lips
lightly along each one at a time and running my tongue along his teeth
forcing his mouth open.  I wash the inside of his mouth and feel each
tooth.  Then I bring my lips down to his chin and start nibbling it while
my left hand slowly rubs his right nipple.  I lick his neck and begin to
tongue his breastbone.  Peter starts reacting to the tongue bath by running
his left hand along my back, letting his nails slightly scratch me.

As I lick and bite his pecs and reach his right nipple, I slide my body
down so my midsection is resting over his brief covered manhood.  I can
feel it has reached a considerable size, and as I suck and bite his nipple,
I rotate my body over his cock, causing him to rotate back.  Slowly I suck
and bite his left side along the ribcage, down to the waist band of his
shorts.

I bring my right hand down along his leg.  I squeeze and rub from his knee
to the leg opening of the briefs as I bite and tongue the soft cloth at his
left hip.  My left hand is still working his nipples, first one then the
other, and then I bring it down to his right hip and caress it in a
circular motion tightly squeezing at the ass cheek.

Lifting my body up, I look at Peter and his eyes are closed.  From his hand
on my shoulder and his hip movements I know he is fully enjoying me.  I
reach with my hand on his right side and roll him slightly and start
kissing the underwear that is covering his left ass cheek.  I turn him
completely over as I kiss and bite his ass.  I lick the waist band and up
the back slightly then down to the thighs and along the leg band of each
leg.  His hips are now humping the bed and his breathing has increased.
Then running my tongue along the inside of Peter's thigh to his knee and
back several times, I take my left hand and run the fingers under the leg
opening.  I run them up and down the crack.  He lifts almost without
thinking.  I then lick the left leg and run my tongue over my own hand up
to the waistband.

Removing my hand I lie down on top of him, letting my fully extended dick
rest in the cloth covered crack of his ass and slowly rotate my hips as I
lick his neck.  I can feel his hot breath as I slide my right hand under
his face and turn it up so I can kiss the corner of his mouth.  I start
licking my way down his backbone and rub his sides with both hands.
Reaching his briefs I turn him over and separating his legs, I lie between
them.  Starting at his naval I lick and kiss with more force making sucking
sounds as I do.  He is now getting more involved, running his hands all
over my hair and shoulders.  I start to lick the briefs where they are
tented from his erection.  I bite it, holding his hardness in my mouth
through his briefs, just breathing hard into the cloth.  Then I lick the
cotton covering his balls, pulling and tugging slightly on the fabric to
loosen it from his crotch.

Peter places his fingers on the waist band and pushes down as I tug the
underwear off his manhood.  He lightly rubs his cock, and I push the hand
away, placing my mouth over his cut crown.  I lick it and the piss-slit
until I see the pre-cum starting to form in it.  I lick and bite the shaft
and then lick the pubics around it, enjoying the smell and feel of the soft
hairs brushing my face.  My tongue works its way down the right side to the
space between the ball sack and ass.  I lick and bite it letting the nuts
roll across the bridge of my nose, feeling the strings of hair sliding
along my eyes.

Peter now grabs my head and brings me up to his cock.  I know it is time to
finish him.  I wrap my mouth around the full shaft and suck down hard,
clamping the base with my lip covered teeth.  I bring my mouth up slowly,
applying the most pressure I can on the entire shaft and then start the up
and down rhythm.  His hands have clasped my head and his hips are in rhythm
with my mouth.  Then he pushes my head down hard, startling me, and begins
to shoot his load.  It fills my mouth and causes me to choke.  I lift my
mouth off, and the remaining shots hit my chin.  Peter grabs his cock and
continues to jerk on it until he has released all the cream in him.

I roll back and hear his heavy breathing as he tries to slide down on the
bed to me.  He moves his hand to my crotch, but I stop him and said that
won't be necessary.  We kiss and pull ourselves up in bed and fall asleep.


The End (of the beginning)