Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 23:43:48 -0500
From: NC Big Kid <ncbigkid@gmail.com>
Subject: A Goode Time at the Lake House part 1

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"And fuck yeah, here we are," Nash exclaimed as we rolled up in front of
the small lake house. Nash Goode is my best friend, 21, just over 6', with
blond swoopy hair. My name is Brian, 22, 5'8'', reddish-blond hair hanging
just a little past my ears. We're both a little chubby, but in a cute cubby
way. His smooth face was a stark contrast to my red beard. And I was pretty
sure I was in love with him.

Nash and I met in college and became fast friends, bonding over music and
TV shows. He was ostensibly straight, while I was still coming to terms
with my sexuality, but I felt an intense sensation deep inside me the first
time we met. I made an extra-special effort to spend more time with him. I
decided that, if nothing else, we'd be the best of friends, and that'd be
enough for me.

The lake house belongs to his family, and he and I are spending the weekend
here, alone together...or so we thought. As we got out of the car and
started unloading, we heard the door open.

"Aw shit," said Nash, "my little brother is here." Nash had talked about
his brother Ian before, but I had never met him. As he bounded down the
steps my breath caught in my throat. Ian was only 17, a senior in high
school and a star soccer player, but he was stunning. Wearing just a pair
of board shorts, I feasted on him with my eyes. His 6'2'' body wasn't
skinny or ripped, but toned in the right ways. His biceps were the perfect
size, not bulging and veiny, but bulky enough to show off his young
strength and virility. His pecs protruded ever so slightly, plump little
breasts topped with nipples that called to be sucked. His legs and arms had
a light dusting of blond hair, and his head was buzzed short. But the real
treat was the bulge in his shorts. While not obscene, it was certainly
full, and hinted at how well-endowed the younger guy was. It took
everything I had to break my gaze and return to the real world.

"I didn't know you were coming down, dude!" Ian hugged his brother and
turned to me. "And who's this?"

"Hi, I'm Brian," I said, trying not to sound too sheepish or awestruck. He
took my hand and pulled it into a hug.

"Oh dude, I've heard so much about you! It's great to finally meet you!"
Being this close to Ian's body was already having an effect on me. I pulled
back, blood rushing to my cheeks and my cock.

"Yeah, man, we're spending the weekend down here," Nash said, giving me a
quick look that was hard to read. "I didn't know YOU would be here, but I
guess it's cool. We can all just hang out together." Nash looked back at me
before pulling on Ian's arm. "Ian and I are gonna talk inside, can you
finish getting the bags out?"

"No problem," I said, curious what that was all about, but relieved to be
out of Ian's presence for a little bit. I needed to get my shit
together. As far as Nash knew, I was straight. The last thing I needed was
for this trip to be ruined because I can't stop ogling his teenage
brother. I finished unloading the bags and beer, pulling out a can and
popping it open. The beer was warm, but I didn't care. I needed something
to calm me down, something to make my mind stop racing so I could
think. After a few minutes, Nash and Ian came back outside and helped carry
our stuff into the house. There were only two bedrooms, which Nash and I
had planned on sharing, and Ian graciously agreed to sleep on the couch. We
unpacked what we needed, put some beer on ice in a cooler, and headed out
to the covered patio.

We sat and drank, watching other people boat, swim, and jet ski on the
water. Ian told us funny stories from school, making Nash and I glad to
have high school behind us. As we laughed and joked and drank, I felt
myself loosening up. I still wasn't sure how I was going to handle being
around both Goode boys for a drunken weekend at the lake, but for now,
things were good. We eventually grilled some burgers, putting on music and
making a little party of it. Nash and I had brought plenty of beer, and we
kept the cooler stocked all night. A few times I thought I noticed Nash or
Ian giving me that same look from earlier, but I wrote it off as drunken
paranoia, determined to not let my dick ruin a perfectly good weekend.

The night wore on and we drank until all three of us were lit. Ian may have
been a few years younger, but he almost kept up with Nash and I, despite
his lower tolerance. Giggly and flush, we finally decided to turn in for
the night. At this point, I felt good. Good about the weekend. Good about
my friendship. Good about everything. Nash and I helped Ian onto the couch
and headed to the separate bedrooms. As we said goodnight, Nash gave me one
more odd look, but in my drunken haze I was just taken by how I felt for
him. For him AND his brother. I stripped down to my boxer-briefs and
crawled into bed, letting my mind drift off into drunk slumber.

At some point, I was stirred from sleep by the bedroom door opening. Groggy
and still fairly drunk, I looked up, and even in the dark I could tell it
was Ian. He put his finger to his lips, the giggled softly. It was
adorable. As he walked towards the bed, I turned over and asked what he was
doing.

"Just be cool, man," he whispered. "We both know what this is." Still drunk
and half-asleep, I didn't fully understand what was going on until he
crawled into bed, facing me and grinning.

"Dude, why are you in here, seriously?" I may have been infatuated with the
boy, but I was drunk and tired and not ready for silly games. He just kept
grinning, so I turned back over, intent on going back to sleep. Ian finally
made a move, snuggling up to me in big spoon position. He put his arms
around me, nuzzling into my neck, and I could feel his semi-hard cock
against my ass through his shorts. I let out a low, involuntary moan, and
he gently ground against me.

"Yeah, this is what I wanted," he whispered into my ear, "and I know you
wanted it, too. I saw how you looked at me. Shit, I saw how you looked at
my brother. You want this cock bad, don't you college boy?" He kissed my
neck as one of his hands found one of my nipples, squeezing and pulling as
his cock hardened in his shorts. Our breathing was getting heavier as I
struggled to form a reply, to somehow make sense of what was happening.

"Y-yes...yeah this is what I want, dude," I breathed out, low and
sensual. He giggled again and I felt that sensation deep inside of me, a
heat that was growing by the minute. I turned over in bed, and looked into
Ian's eyes. Mischievous, but sincere. Then he leaned in to kiss me.

As soon as our lips touched, the floodgates opened. I was trading spit with
a 17 year old, the hottest 17 year old I'd ever seen outside of television,
and my best friend's little brother, but I didn't care. I broke our kiss
and dove onto his pert little nipples, sucking, licking, and biting on one
while I teased and twisted the other.

"Ah, fuck, yeah dude, suck my tits," he gasped out, placing a hand on the
back of my head. I looked up at him, this young stud so clearly in
control. His expression was pure bliss, and a small whine escaped his
throat. He put his other arm behind his own head, exposing his armpit, and
I couldn't resist. I'd never even thought about another guy's armpit
before, but I knew I had to get in there. He had a light smattering of
blond hairs and a sweet musk that drove me wild.

"Yeah big boy, clean out that teen pit," he said, his voice raspy. I licked
his armpit extensively, but before moving to the other one I knew I had to
get a taste of his bicep. Ian flexed his arm and I felt the powerful muscle
under my tongue. My cock twitched and the heat within me continued to
build.

After giving equal service to his other armpit and bicep, I returned to
Ian's chest, his gentle-yet-firm hand on my head to guide me ever lower. I
knew what was coming, but I needed to savor this, in case it was all just a
dream. My mouth reached the waistband of his board shorts and I looked back
up at Ian. He smiled and pulled me back up for an intense kiss before
standing up and pulling his boardshorts off, finally revealing his
piece. It was a beautiful cock, at least 8 inches long with a healthy
girth. He was cut, with a trimmed bush of pubic hair at the base. I was
almost too afraid to touch it.

"Ian...are you sure about this," I asked, almost as a reality check. He
giggled again, a sound that made the precum leak out of my cock faster
every time I heard it, and answered by gently smacking my face with his
cock. That settled it. I licked up the bottom of Ian's cock, taking the
head into my mouth as he let out a groan. I had never sucked a real cock
before, but I had a dildo I had used to practice back at school, and it was
worth it. I struggled and gagged a bit, but before long I was servicing
this hot teen's amazing cock as he moaned above me.

"Shit dude, this is pretty good," he paused to grunt as I took more of his
cock into my mouth, working it into my throat. "If I didn't know any
better, I'd say you've been doing this for a while." This compliment gave
me extra incentive to get all of Ian's cock into my throat, and once I did
he moaned out a string of expletives and put both hands on the back of my
head. Before I knew what was happening, he started fucking my throat,
grunting and panting and I gagged. I finally couldn't take it and had to
let off his dick. Saliva and precum hung in sweet silky strings between my
mouth and his cock as I regained my composure. "I'm sorry bro," he said,
very sincerely, "that was just too good." He leaned down to kiss me again
before pushing me back and pulling off my boxer-briefs

Now I knew my own cock was nothing impressive, a 4.5 incher that had
passably fucked a few girls in high school and college, but I was always
intimidated by other guys' cocks. When Ian tossed my boxer-briefs to the
wall, I was initially embarrassed, but he didn't seem to mind, taking my
whole rock hard little dick into his mouth and immediately working it like
a pro. I don't know who Ian had been fooling around with, but goddamn he
was good. I started to moan and buck into his mouth. Ian sucked up and down
my shaft before moving down to my balls, then going back up to the head to
start over again. It was wonderful, and I didn't think it would ever get
better than having this hung teenage hunk sucking my cock. Fortunately, I
was wrong.

Ian pulled off my cock and came up to kiss me. Our tongues danced over each
other, and I could taste my own precum in his mouth. After a minute, he
finally asked the question.

"Can I fuck you?"

I have to admit, I wasn't prepared for that. In my inebriated state, I
never could have imagined it would get this far. But, like I said, I had
practiced, and the heat inside me was turning into a hunger, and I knew
what I needed. I responded by kissing Ian again, and he laughed. He pushed
me back on to the bed, once again impressing me with his young strength,
and pushed my legs up before diving in my on my beefy ass. I've always
prided myself on my ass, it was a perk of being on the chubby side, and
apparently Ian loved it. His tongue licked and prodded at my hole like mad,
causing me to curse and squirm. As my hole got wetter, the hunger inside me
became insatiable. I needed his teen cock inside me.

"Ian...Ian...I...please," I was begging at this point, "I know I'm
ready...just fuck me, please!" He came up and grinned wide before going
back to my ass. He kept licking, but started working in fingers, and my
hole welcomed them.

"Holy shit dude," his voice was deep and sensual, "you ARE ready." He
kissed me again.

"Yeah bro," I moaned into his mouth, "I need it. I need you."

Ian leaned over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube, a
detail I should have noticed, but didn't in the fog of this drunken sex. He
used his fingers to work some onto my hole and drizzled some on his
cock. Holding my legs up, I watched him move into position, felt his
teasing my hole with the slippery head.

"Fuck dude," I couldn't handle it anymore, "just fuck me!"

And he did. Ian pushed his cock into me, and while I may have gotten a
decent amount of practice from the dildo, nothing could have prepared me
for this. The pain was intense and immediate, but Ian was gentle and slow,
letting my ass get used to his big cock. He whispered encouragement to me
as I grimaced and whined below, and the pain began to give way to
pleasure. When Ian hit my prostate, the switch flipped and I nearly
howled. After just a bit more, I felt him right against me. He was all the
way in. My eyes rolled back in my head for a moment and I let out a deep
moan.

"Hell yeah, I hit it deep in there didn't I?" The hot young stud above me
was clearly proud of how much his cock was effecting me, and I could only
mewl in approval. His strokes picked up, the smack of his pelvis hitting my
big ass got louder. "You like that teen cock deep inside you," he asked,
but it wasn't really a question, "you like getting fucked by a high school
god, your best friend's little brother?"

"Fuck yeah, man," I moaned out, "give it to me!" He kept fucking me,
reaching down to bite down on my nipples and neck. "I'm all yours," I said,
without even realizing it. Ian smiled and straightened up, pulling his cock
out. I whined in protest, I felt so empty without it.

"Get on all fours, I'm gonna do this right." I did as Ian said, and his
cock was back inside me, exactly where it belonged. As he fucked me from
behind, he slapped my ass, hard but loving, and I let out a yelp. "Yeah,
you want me to smack that big college boy ass," he asked, not waiting for a
response before landing another one. Ian leaned into me, continuing to fuck
me, and placed his arm across my chest, and I knew what I wanted.

"Choke me, Ian," I panted out, pulling his arm up around my neck. He
giggled once again, and I moaned, my own cock pulsating and nearly ready to
burst. As Ian flexed his bicep, making it ever so slightly harder for me to
breathe, the hunger inside of me finally overflowed, and I jumped into
overdrive. Slamming my beefy ass back into Ian's cock, savoring the sweat
that coated the arm that was choking me. I was in heaven. Without even
touching my cock, I began to cum all over the bed. "Fuck!" I croaked
out. Ian let up his chokehold and reached beneath me, gathering up my own
cum. He brought it around to my face and I eagerly lapped it up.

"That's a good boy, eat all that cum I just fucked out of you." He was so
pleased, and deservedly so. Even though I had come, I kept fucking back
into Ian, and I felt him getting close. "Yeah dude, you want it? You want
this hot teen load inside you?" Even spent, my cock gave a twitch for his
hot words.

"Breed me, bro," I moaned, desperate to feel him cum in me. Ian's strokes
got even faster, pounding into my ass with incredible force, sweat dripping
down onto my back, giving one final slam before his cock erupted inside
me. It was incredible, warm and fulfilling, we were both in complete
bliss. As Ian's cock continue to shoot inside me, he leaned down to kiss me
again, before whispering in my ear.

"You said you were all mine, and now you really are." I shivered at his
words as his cock finally finished spasming inside me. We were both
startled by Nash's voice from the doorway.

"Shit, Ian, I told you to wait until tomorrow! I wanted to be the one to
fuck him first!"