Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2015 16:18:43 -0500
From: NC Big Kid <ncbigkid@gmail.com>
Subject: A Goode Time at the Lake House part 3

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"I still don't understand, well, anything, but...I think I love you, Nash."
He looked at me intensely, the lust in his eyes replaced with something
softer.

"It's okay, man, I think I love you, too."

With Nash's arms around me, bodies pressed together, the air still heavy
with the smell of our sex, I felt at peace. I closed my eyes as he nuzzled
into my neck and we both drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke again, golden sunlight filtered into the room through the
blinds. Nash still held me tight, one hand lazily rubbing around my right
nipple. I groggily turned my head to him, and his smile made me melt.

"Good morning, sunshine," he said quietly, leaning in to give me a tender
and loving kiss. His other hand moved slowly down my body before grabbing
my morning wood through the fabric of my underwear. I moaned instinctively,
pushing my ass back into his own hard-on. "Fuck," he whispered, "I wish I
could fuck you again right here, right now." He gave his hips a few more
thrusts, massaging my cock, before letting go. I let out a soft whine as he
got out of bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying not to sound as desperate as I felt
inside.

"I've got to take a shower, dude," Nash looked me up and down, drinking in
the sight in the light of day, "and as amazing as you look right now, so do
you. Unfortunately, the shower here's just a one-person stall, but there'll
be plenty of time for showering together when we get home." He gave me a
big grin before leaning down for a kiss. I laid on my back in the bed,
closing my eyes as Nash walked down the hall to the bathroom. My cock was
still hard, and I reached a hand into my boxer-briefs and began to stroke
it, reliving the events of the night before. Lost in my memories, I opened
my eyes and was surprised to see Ian watching me from the door. I pulled my
hand back as he came into the room.

"You don't have to stop," he sat on the bed beside me, placing a hand on my
thigh.

"Wait," I pushed his hand away, sitting up in the bed, "I want to know
what's going on. What...what is all this?" Ian smirked, but didn't object.

"Alright, if we're gonna do this, you deserve to know the whole story." He
set a pillow up on the headboard for each of us and leaned back. "C'mon,
man, get comfortable. It all started about a year and a half ago..."

***

It was a Thursday afternoon, and Nash had decided to drive home to grab a
few things for a crazy weekend back at school. His house was only about 30
minutes away from campus, and with his parents at work and Ian at practice,
he figured it would be a quick trip, in and out without having to stay and
visit. As he neared the driveway, however, he noticed a strange vehicle
parked there. Pulling in beside it, he noted that the garage door was open,
meaning whoever it was had welcome access to the house, but he was still
slightly concerned. Going in quietly, he grabbed a broom sitting near the
garage door, just in case. Hearing and seeing nothing out of the ordinary,
Nash made his way through the kitchen, the den, the small study his dad
used when he had to bring work home. Then he heard it, sounds from
upstairs, people moving around, and maybe some muffled voices. Slowly
climbing the stairs, the noises got louder, but he still couldn't make out
what was going on. It was only once he reached the top of the stairs that
he could start to make out something distinct. It was Ian's voice, coming
from his room, where the door was slightly ajar.

"Shit, yeah. Take the whole thing, all the way down...fuuuuuuck." It was
clear Ian was engaging in some kind of sexual activity, but Nash wasn't
totally surprised. In fact, he thought his little brother was incredibly
sexy, even for a barely 16 year-old. For the past few years, he'd been
questioning his sexuality. He was attracted to women, for sure, but he knew
there was something missing. Ian had really begun to develop since Nash
left for college, a rising star on the soccer team and increasingly willing
to show off his body at every opportunity. In the last year, Nash had
started visiting his brother's Facebook and Instagram when masturbating,
relishing each new picture that was sure to feature Ian in some stage of
undress. These sessions helped him keep his urges in check, but now, there
was an opportunity in front of him that his cock couldn't resist.

As he reached the door, Nash peered through the small open space, and what
he saw actually did surprise him. Ian was sitting in his computer chair,
completely naked, and in front of him, on his knees, was Brett Cunningham,
senior and captain of the soccer team. Ian's eyes were closed while Brett
was slurping Ian's hard dick like his life depended on it. Nash was frozen,
completely taken aback by what he was seeing. Well, not all of him was
frozen; Nash's cock had quickly begun to swell. It wasn't just seeing his
little brother naked and sexual, but the fact that he had a guy two years
older than him servicing his member. Nash knew Brett, he had been a
sophomore when Nash graduated, and he'd seen him at Ian's soccer games. He
was a masculine guy, with a section of girls who cheered exclusively for
him at every game. And here he was, sucking Ian's cock.

Nash leaned the broom against the wall and backed away from the door. He
was conflicted, unsure of what to do. What he heard from Ian's room next
cemented his decision.

"Alright, bitch, get up on the bed so I can fuck that bubble butt."

Nash nearly moaned out loud. Hearing little brother talk like that make his
cock leap and ooze. He unbottoned his jeans and fished it out, moving back
towards the door and positioning himself to get the best view. Ian was on
the bed behind Brett, lubing up his rod. Brett was bent down, spreading his
ass and presenting his hole to the younger boy. Nash was enthralled.

"Goddamn, that's a pretty hole. Bet none of your little groupies ever give
it any attention, do they?" Ian gave Brett's ass a slap, eliciting a
muffled moan. He didn't waste any more time, diving into Brett's ass all
the way. Brett's scream was muffled, but still filled up the house. "Yeah,
scream for this dick, bitch." Ian began thrusting into the senior's ass,
and the yells started to become moans. From the doorway, Nash was jerking
off like he never had before, unable to believe what was happening in front
of him. From below Ian, Brett was trying to speak, but his voice was still
pressed into the bed, his hands still holding his ass open for the invading
dick of his young teammate. Ian slowed his fucking and pulled Ian up from
the bed, holding him by the chest.

"What did you say," he asked, giving Brett a slight smack in the face.

"Ch-choke me, sir," Brett panted and begged, "please." His hair was matted
with sweat. Ian gave a devilish grin and pulled his cock out of Brett's ass
and climbed off the bed. For the first time, Nash got a good look at what
his brother was working with, and it only made his desire grow. Ian's cock
was a good inch and a half longer than Nash's, though they seemed roughly
equal in girth. Nash felt himself getting close, and slowed his
strokes. Ian reached down to his jeans, which had been thrown haphazardly
onto the floor, and pulled the belt out of its loops. Climbing back onto
the bed, he fed the belt through the buckle and threw the circle over
Brett's head. Once it was around his neck, Ian positioned his cock at
Brett's hole again, grabbing the long end of the belt. In a single motion,
he plunged back into Brett's hole while pulling the belt tight around
Brett's neck, and the effect it had on Brett was immediate. As Ian pounded
his ass, Brett grabbed his own cock and jacked furiously. Nash had also
picked up his speed, more turned on than he'd ever been in his life.

"Cum for me, you fucking slut," Ian pulled the belt even tighter as he
continued fucking into Brett. He got his wish. Attempting a yell that came
out more like a wheeze, Brett unloaded onto Ian's bed. From the doorway,
Nash also began to cum, and it took everything in him to not cry
out. Cupping his hand, he collected the shooting cum so as not to make a
mess and blow his cover. Completely spent, Nash backed away from the door,
the vision of his brother continuing to ram into Brett's ass disappearing
from his sight. Leaning against wall next to the broom, and still overtaken
by lust, he brought his hand to his face and licked his own cum. He'd never
done it before, but he was now, and it wasn't half-bad. As he put away his
dick and zipped his jeans, he heard Ian's voice rising.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he was getting close, and the sound of his hips
slapping against Brett's ass was intense, "holy fucking shit, bitch, I'm
gonna cum inside you. I'm gonna breed your ass so goddamn deep. Fuck! Fuck!
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu--!" Nash used Ian's orgasm as an opportunity to sneak back
downstairs. He'd go back to the garage, wait a few minutes, and act like
he'd just gotten there. Foolproof, he thought.

As he reentered the house, Nash made sure to be as noisy as possible,
letting the screen door slam and loudly calling out to see who was
there. He heard the rumble of feet on the stairs, and as he turned into the
den he nearly ran into Brett.

"Oh, hey, uh, Nash, right?" Brett had made a half-assed attempt at being
presentable, but Nash wasn't fooled.

"Yeah, man. And you're Brett, captain of the soccer team. What are you
doing here?" Nash was curious what the cover story would be.

"Oh, well, coach gave us a break today, so Ian and I, uh, we came back to
here to..." Nash had to force himself not to smile at Brett's attempts to
lie, "we came back here to discuss some new workouts. Yeah, workouts."
Brett's faced relaxed a bit, confident in the story. "You know, that
brother of yours, he's kind of the shit. I can already tell he's gonna be a
big alpha dog when he's older." As if he isn't already, Nash thought to
himself, and couldn't resist a little smile.

"That's cool, dude. Just didn't expect anyone to be here. Ian upstairs?"
Brett nodded in the affirmative, gave a quick goodbye, and headed for the
door. As he rounded the staircase, Nash became more trepidatious, and his
heart sank when he looked up and saw Ian, holding the broom.

"Enjoy the show, bro?" The cocky grin on Ian's face made the color drain
from Nash's. He knew he was caught, and he was mortified.

"Ian, it's not what you think, it was just an accident, I just came home
and--" Ian held up his hand and cut him off.

"C'mon, man. Don't lie to me. Just come up here and we'll talk it out." Ian
turned to go back into his room, and Nash, filled with both dread and just
a little bit of excitement, followed.

***

"So, you guys went to your room, and then what happened?" I was rapt, eager
to hear the next part of the story. Ian let out a chuckle.

"I think Nash is done with his shower, so you should jump in. You can ask
him about it when you get done. And once you know the whole story, we can
get into the...details of our situation." Ian grabbed me by back the back
of the head and kissed me hard before jumping up and heading back into the
living room. Horny and still curious, I laid back on the bed and waited for
Nash. When he came back into the room, towel around his waist, he stood at
the foot of the bed and looked me over again, lovingly.

"Fuck, I still can't believe this is real," he said, dropping the towel and
climbing between my legs. I pushed my boxer-briefs down and he pulled them
the rest of the way off, exposing my hard cock to the warm air of the lake
house. Nash kissed me on the inside of my thigh, and I moaned contently. As
he put his lips around the head of my dick, I gasped and thrust
reflexively. Nash gagged and sputtered a bit, caught off guard by my sudden
thrust, but quickly regained his composure and started working my cock with
his mouth. The feeling was wonderful, his tongue swirling the head as he
slid his mouth up and down the shaft. He brought one hand up to my face and
stuck two fingers in my mouth, and I sucked on them with equal gusto. When
they were sufficiently wet, he pulled off my cock for a second and made a
few laps at my hole. Though sore from my fuckings the night before, once
his tongue touched the tender skin I was rejuvenated. Slipping one of the
slick fingers into me, he returned to my cock, working the two together in
perfect harmony. As my balls began to draw up, he inserted the second
finger and really messaged my prostate, causing me to let out a loud moan.

"Oh, fuck, Nash! Shit!" I cried out, grabbing Nash by the hair and coming
down his throat. Nash took it all eagerly, and gently eased his fingers out
of my ass while he let my deflating cock slowly fall from his lips. He gave
me a gentle smack on the thigh.

"Alright, buddy," he crawled off the bed, "it's your turn for a shower." He
pulled on boxers, gym shorts, and a white undershirt that showed off his
beautiful curves. I got off the bed, and as he turned to leave the room, I
grabbed his hand and pulled him back to me. We locked eyes and kissed.
There was still much to discuss, but for now, this was what mattered.

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End of part 3! The rest of Nash and Ian's backstory will unfold next time,
and there might be a few surprises as well! As always, send any comments or
questions to ncbigkid@gmail.com. I've loved hearing from the people who've
enjoyed the story so far!