Date: Thu, 7 Jan 2016 01:23:13 -0500
From: NC Big Kid <ncbigkid@gmail.com>
Subject: A Goode Time at the Lake House part 4

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Nash 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.

As I stood under the warm spray of the shower, I finally had time to really
process what had happened since we got to the lake house yesterday. Before,
I had never had a real sexual experience with a man, merely fantasies, many
about Nash. Now, I had been fucked by both Nash and his brother Ian, the
hot teen boy I hadn't met before coming here. I gently ran a finger over my
sore hole, remembering the intense pleasure that had come from it. I
thought about the power dynamics between Nash and Ian. Ian was definitely
in control, and that thought excited me, but Nash seemed to reciprocate my
feelings for him. Would that be okay? How would this all work? I let the
water run over me, closing my eyes and trying to block out the anxieties.

Done with my shower, I walked back to my room to get dressed. From the
living room down the hall, I could hear Nash and Ian talking softly. As I
pulled on a pair of gym shorts, the timbre of the muted voices down the
hall changed. I still couldn't make out any distinct conversation, but I
could tell that Nash was moaning. I hurried with my shirt and walked as
casually as I could down the hall into the room.

Ian was sitting on the couch, with Nash straddling his lap. His hands were
kneading and massaging Nash's ass over the thin material of his gym shorts,
while Nash had his head buried in Ian's chest, languidly rolling his
hips. Nash moaned while Ian spoke softly to him.

"That's my good boy. It's been a while since we did this, it's gonna be
fun." Ian looked up at me standing at the entrance to the room. "And look
who's finally done with his shower." He smiled, sweet, but with the
smallest hint of a smirk. Nash picked up and turned his head to look at me
and pushed himself off Ian's lap, blushing.

"Hey dude, sorry, we didn't hear the shower cut off. We were just, uh..."
He looked to Ian, obviously embarrassed, but I interjected.

"It's cool, man, you don't have to explain yourself to me." I walked over
and sat beside him on the couch, giving him a quick kiss as I did. Ian
stood up and began walking towards the door.

"Alright boys, if everyone's ready, it's time to go out on lake!" We pulled
on our flip-flops and headed down to the dock, where the Goode's boat was
resting peacefully in the water. It wasn't huge by any means, but could
comfortably fit six people, so with just the three of us there was plenty
of room. Ian was in front, with Nash and I walked side-by-side behind him,
and a compulsion came over me. I reached my hand over to Nash's, and our
fingers intertwined immediately. He squeezed my hand lightly and looked
over at me. He was smiling, but still sheepish.

"Ian told me, well, he said you knew part of the story," he averted his
eyes briefly, "but that it's my responsibility to tell you the rest. We're
gonna go out to a little island today, Ian's meeting up with some friends,
and he said we could have some alone time. I can explain the rest then, I
guess." His smile had faded and I stopped walking, turning to face him. Ian
was already at the boat, but didn't bother us.

"Nash, it's okay. Tell me what you want when you want. I don't want to
pressure you. Right now, all that matters to me is being here with you. The
rest, well, it'll fall into place as it does." He looked back to me and
smiled. "Now let's get on that boat before your brother decides to punish
us." We both laughed and got on the boat. With Ian driving, we pulled out
of the dock and hit the open waters of the lake.

Things started out normally enough, but once we began picking up speed, I
began to notice Nash acting strange. His breathing was irregular, and a
couple of fairly intense waves actually make him wince. The bouncing of the
boat on the waves wasn't exactly comfortable, but Nash had done this many
times, and it wasn't even all that bad. When an especially harsh bounce
came, he grabbed my hand, more tightly than before, and let out a curse
through gritted teeth.

"Nash," I tried to sound calm, considering that Ian hadn't even looked back
at us, "what the fuck is happening?" He chuckled softly and leaned over so
I could hear over the wind.

"Sorry, man. Ian, uh, well, he put a plug in me. Back at the house, before
we left." I looked at his quizzically and he laughed again. "A butt plug,
dude. I've got a butt plug in my-" Another large wave, this time causing
Nash to gasp and grip my knee. I knew what he meant now, and it made these
involuntary convulsions go from worrying to erotic. Since we were in a
bench seat, I pulled Nash close to me, putting an arm over his shoulder and
letting him rest his head on me. As he let out a moan, pressed against my
chest, I looked down and saw his erection, tenting the shorts and leaving a
dark spot where his precum was flowing. I turned slightly so I could palm
it with one hand, running the other through Nash's hair. He started
thrusting his hips into my hand, but before our play could progress, the
boat suddenly slowed.

"Hey, lovebirds, take a little break. We're nearly to the island." We both
looked up at Ian, and his face was adorned with a full-fledged smirk. I
locked eyes with him and gave Nash's throbbing cock one final squeeze
before relenting. Ian bit his lip, perhaps subconsciously, and reached down
to adjust his own member. He returned his full attention to pulling the
boat into the docks at the island and getting it settled. Nash and I got
off and he immediately saw the friends of Ian's who were already there
sitting at a picnic table close to the docks. We walked up to them and made
introductions and some small talk. There were a couple of pretty girls
there, Suzanne and Lily, and three very attractive boys around Ian's
age. The first was Zac, a very skinny boy with pale skin and blonde hair
that hung down to his shoulders. Next was Leon, tall and handsome, with
clearly-defined muscles and creamy brown skin that stood out amongst the
whiteness. Last was Aiden, cute and red-headed, with tan lines (well,
sunburn lines, to be more precise) from wearing a tanktop. They seemed nice
enough, and when Ian was finished with the boat, we split and went our
separate ways.

Not far inland, the beach gave way to a loose forest. The trees weren't
especially close together, but they the tops were big and leafy, blocking
out much of the sun, leaving only stray sunbeams to break through. Once in
the trees, our fingers again came together, and we walked silently for a
bit. After about ten minutes, we reached a remote little clearing and
stopped. Nash gingerly lowered himself to the ground, and I lied in the
grass beside him. Propping myself up on an elbow, I leaned in and initiated
a deep, passionate kiss. Nash opened up to me without hesitation, and it
wasn't long before he was hard again, thrusting up into the air as we made
out. I broke the kiss and pulled back, his frustration showing on his face.

"Before we go any further, you have to tell me the rest of the story." Nash
rolled his eyes at me and sighed.

"Fine, but once it's done, you've got to take care of that-" he pointed at
his cock, still throbbing and creating a new dark spot on his shorts,
"before I go insane."

I laughed in reply and gave it a squeeze.

***

As Nash walked into Ian's bedroom, his nostrils were immediately assaulted
with the hot, sticky smell of teen sex, tinged with the faint smell of
pot. Ian sat in his computer chair and motioned for Nash to sit on the bed.

"So, big brother," Nash blushed and fidgeted nervously, unsure of what was
going to happen next, "I saw you in the doorway. I saw you stroking your
cock to the sight of me fucking my team captain. I even saw you blow your
load into your hand right before I bred his tight little ass. Do you deny
any of that?"

Nash didn't know what to say. It felt like the dynamic between him and his
brother had shifted completely, but without any sort of indication of what
it now was.

"Uh, well, no, I guess not." He hung his head low, ashamed and confused. "I
saw you guys, and I jerked off. I even..." he trailed off, not even
realizing what he was about to admit to his little brother.

"You even...what?" Ian was intrigued, and his voice softened
slightly. Nash's cheeks burned.

"When I moved away, after I came, I...I ate it. I licked all the cum off my
hand and swallowed it." Nash felt like he was about to cry. Ian sat in the
chair, caught speechless for a second.

"Damn, dude. Shit." Ian got up from the chair and sat beside Nash on the
bed. "Fuck, that's..." Nash was more afraid of this next word than he'd
ever been, "that's fucking awesome. Kinda fucked up, but definitely
awesome."

Nash looked up at his brother, the shame and guilt receding slightly,
leaving only confusion.

"Did you just say...awesome?" Now it was Nash's turn to move places, as he
stood up from the bed and took a few steps away from his brother. "I caught
you fucking a guy two years older than you, the star and captain of your
soccer team, and you're treating him like a fucking whore, and I, I was so
overtaken by my own fucked up lust that my first thought was to JACK OFF
outside your doorway, then eat my own fucking cum, and you think it's
'awesome'?" Nash didn't even realize he was yelling by the end, but he
couldn't wrap his mind around any of it. What he saw, his own feelings, and
especially not his own actions. His brother's reaction was just another
thing on the list.

Nash began to blather again, but Ian was having none of it. In a second, he
rose from the bed and put his mouth to Nash's, stopping the torrent of
confusion from spilling from lips. Nash pushed him away, but not
immediately.

"What the FUCK, Ian!? You just KISSED me!" Nash turned to leave but Ian
grabbed his arm. It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but his grip was firm, and
Nash remembered how strong his little brother really was.

"You're not going anywhere. Not yet. Sit the fuck down and let's talk about
this." Nash acquiesced, returning to the bed. For a few moments, they sat
in silence. It was Nash who finally broke it.

"So, are you, like, gay?" Ian looked at Nash for a second before
responding.

"Are you?"

"What? Dude, no way, I'm not-"

"Nash, you jacked off to your little brother fucking another dude. You ate
your own cum. I can tell you right now you're not straight. But are you
gay?" Nash looked at Ian and pondered the question. He didn't really know
what he was. His feelings were complicated, but he knew he had them for
men. He'd also had feelings for women, he'd had sex with women, and enjoyed
it, but there was something else, something missing. He finally gave Ian an
answer.

"No, I don't think so. I might be bi. But I'm definitely not gay. And
definitely not straight." Ian looked satisfied with this answer. "So, what
about you?" Ian didn't hesitate.

"Oh hell yeah, dude. I tried to pretend I liked girls for a while, but once
I got into high school I gave up." Nash knew his face was betraying how
surprised he was. Even after what he'd just witnessed, he never expected
Ian to be so certain about this. This time, it was Ian who felt
self-conscious. "Look, I'm not like, extremely open about it. Mom and Dad
don't know. I don't parade around school with a t-shirt that says 'I Suck
Dick and I Like It'. But I've had sex with a couple of guys, and Brett,
well, that's...that's something different. He knew what he wanted, and he's
helped me unlock something, a part of me that needed to get out." Nash took
this all in, studying his brother's face. God, he'd somehow forgotten how
handsome Ian was. His crystal-clear blue eyes, the chin that was defined
but not sharp, the dusting of blonde hairs he'd started growing there just
in the last year, the beautiful lips, not large and puffy, but still
substantial. Every expression made Ian look good, even this vulnerable
one. Nash felt his cock swell again, and before he could come up with a
cogent response, his instinct took over and he leaned in to finally return
Ian's kiss. It was unexpected, but it only Ian a moment to get his bearings
before he let it happen. Their tongues danced for what felt like ages
before Nash finally broke free.

"So, what I saw, all that 'bitch' this and 'sir' that, the choking..." Nash
became uncomfortable again. To each their own, but outside of that moment
of lust, it seemed like a bit much for him.

"Look, there's definitely some dominant in me, I like it, but that level,
that's all Brett. He has very specific tastes, and he knew I could cater to
them."  Ian was sheepish, but unashamed.

"Okay, I get that. And you're free to do whatever you want, I can't stop
you. But I am your big brother, and I care about you." Ian blushed, not
used to this sort of sincerity from Nash.

"I know, Nash, and that's why I want...well, I want to share this with
you." Nash's eyes widened.

"Look, Ian, I know what I did, and we kissed, but this is, this isn't
right, man. We're brothers. We can't do anything like this." They both sat
in awkward silence as the seconds dragged by painfully. Nash finally got up
off the bed and began to leave. He wasn't sure he could handle this
anymore. Ian's voice from the bed, quiet and earnest, made him stop.

"But what if we could?"

Nash turned to look at his little brother. Ian was hot, Nash couldn't deny,
and his cock was interested in whatever Ian was proposing. Worse things
have happened, right? It wasn't like either of them could get the other
pregnant. And he really, truly did love Ian, more than he'd ever loved
anyone to that point. He finally answered Ian's question with another
question.

"Do you...do you think we could?"

Ian looked up, his eyes puffy but with a smile on his face. Nash walked
back to the bed and pulled his brother up, embracing him tightly. When they
finally broke their hug, Ian's face was stone-serious.

"So, let's figure out the rules."

***

I didn't even realize Nash had finished telling the story. The sun had just
passed overhead, and the breezy warmth of the lake was intoxicating. So was
Nash. Through it all, I watched his lips, his hands, his cock. My eyes
roamed every inch of his body, really taking it in. I guess I had expected
the story to be raunchier, sexier, but it was sweet. Once again, my
expectations were upended. It was only then that I realized Nash was
looking at me, expecting a response of some kind.

"Well, what are the rules?" Nash laughed gently at my question and gave me
a soft shove.

"Fuck you, dude. I just opened up about this crazy thing in my life and you
just wanna know, what, if we can date?" He was smiling, but the question
was sincere. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

"I mean, yeah, sure. I want to know what kind of future this thing has. How
this is going to work. I want to be with you, hell, I feel I need to be
with you, but if there's gonna be a problem with Ian, or some kind of-"
Nash shushed me with a quick kiss.

"Listen, Ian and I have talked about it, a little bit. Here's what you need
to know. I am his, and his is mine. It's not really a sub/dom thing, but
he's sorta in charge. He loves me and takes care of my needs. It's what he
likes, what he needs, and I don't mind. It's no more complicated than
that. There isn't a lot of leather or strict rules about what I can or
can't do or say, none of that 50 Shades shit." This was a relief. I wasn't
a judgmental person, but I knew what I wanted, what I could handle, and
that wasn't it. Nash continued, "As for you and me, we're free to be
together. I want you. I want to be your boyfriend, your lover,
your...whatever. I love you, Brian. I really do. But I also love Ian. I
love you both equally. So if you want to be with me, well, we're also with
him." Nash stopped talking, his face apprehensive as I took in what he was
saying.

"So, like, you and I will be boyfriends, but we're also Ian's boyfriends?"
Nash chuckled softly.

"Ian doesn't like calling us 'boyfriends' but essentially, yes. We'll all
love each other, we'll all fuck each other. You and I will get to have our
private life, the part that's just us, but we'll also the part of our life
with him. He already comes and spends weekends with me, the only thing
that'll change is you'll be there, too. Well, and he might start coming
more, but I think that was a given." Nash smiled at his dumb double
entendre, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Does that sound good to you?
I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with." I thought
back over the last 24 hours or so, how drastically my life had changed, and
realized I could never go back.

"Of course, dude. That sounds amazing."

Nash kissed me passionately and I reached into his shorts, his hard,
leaking cock ready for me. Breaking the kiss, I crawled between his legs
and pulled off the shorts and his boxers. I could see the flared end of the
butt plug Ian had put into Nash, and I reached to touch it with
trepidation. With just the tiniest motions, Nash reacted immediately,
moaning and gyrating his hips. I wanted to fuck him so bad, a surprising
desire considering how sure I was that I was 100% a bottom, but this wasn't
the place. I turned my attention to Nash's dick. My boyfriend's dick. I
took it into my mouth and began ministrations, doing my best to give Nash
the relief he so desperately needed. To neither of our surprise, it didn't
take long.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum, Brian." His fingers were tight in my
hair, his eyes rolled back in his head, as the sweet and salty liquid
filled my mouth. I swallowed greedily, but sloppily, and drips of Nash's
cum ran down my chin. When he was finished, I cleaned his magnificent cock,
the lines of jizz still on my face, and crawled up into his arms. Holding
me, Nash licked the cum off my chin before kissing me, and we swapped it
between us. We stayed this way for a while, Nash holding me as we enjoyed
the relative quiet of the island forest, until Nash got a text from Ian.

"Alright, man. Let's get back to the house." I helped Nash get dressed and
we headed back to the docks. "Apparently, we're going to have some company
tonight." Nash shot me a devious look, and I grinned back. I may not have
known what I was getting myself into, but damn if I wasn't ready to find
out.

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Thanks for reading! Sorry about the time between updates, but things just
got too crazy around the holidays. I'm planning on returning to a regular
schedule, though, so expect another update (featuring a party that gets
pretty wild) soon! As always, you can email me at ncbigkid@gmail.com. I
love hearing from you guys.