Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2001 19:27:54 -0500
From: Robert Nicholson <rjnbetterlivingnow@hotmail.com>
Subject: Server Assistant, part 1

This is a piece of fiction, intended for people over the age of 18. It
involves men, and their relationship with each other. If that sounds like'd
you'd enjoy it then read on. If not, then good luck finding a story that you
will like.

Also this story is property of me. If you steal this story, or claim to have
written in i shall punish you to the fullest extent of the law. All rights
reserved.
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                     The Server Assistant

Working in the restaurant business you tend to be sucked into a lifestyle.
You constantly end up falling asleep at four o' clock in the morning, which
makes noon seem like getting up early. Anywhere that is open twenty-fours
hours is relegated to your favorite shopping place. Your co-workers become
your only friends, and the drama that surrounds the restaurant is generally
unparalleled.

There is a cycle, one person never just quits the restaurant. Either an
entire group leaves or no one leaves. You usually lose three people at a
time; for various reasons. It can be a frustrating lifestyle, you don't
sleep "normal" hours and you never know how much money you are walking home
with tonight. But for the people that can say the right words to the
customers, a lot of money can be had. When you can make a lot of money;
people will be there, and they will stay there.

So this was my lifestyle for about 4 years, I started as a busboy, then
became a server assistant, and when age allowed I became a server. As a
busboy I cleaned tables, swept floors, and did everything that no one else
would do. When I got promoted to being a server assistant I was very happy
with my job change. As a server assistant I worked as a second hand to the
servers, anything they needed it was my job to get. Eventually I became a
server, and started making very good money.

When I was finally eligible to become a server my manager, Bridgett, asked
me to train the new server assistant. This is something that I had done
several times and so I agreed to delay my serving for a few more days while
I trained the new guy.

Typically server assistants are eighteen to twenty year old guys that aren't
physically fit enough to do manual labor, and aren't smart enough to be in
college. Although not a compliment to myself it was rare to find a guy
outside of the typical spectrum.

The job uniform required you to wear khakis and a flowered shirt that would
leave no doubt to the sexuality of a man if he wasn't forced to wear such a
thing at work. My manager, Bridgett, assured me that she had finally hired
an equitable replacement so that I would finally be able to serve. Several
previous replacements failed, forcing me to leave my server training, and to
return as a server assistant. I'm not sure what Bridgett was thinking when
she hired Chris; but she needed to think that way much more often.

When we met for the first time I shook his hand. He had an extremely
delicate handshake; leading my mind swirling with a thousand ideas. Chris
was eighteen years old, 160lbs, dirty blonde hair, and a smile that could
melt your body and rebuild it in his desire. He wore baggy pants that didn't
show off his excellent build. He was quiet, and he was gentle but fun.

I have been working out for years in my parent's basement. My pride is this
excellent peak in my biceps, but I enjoy my pecs more than anything. I've
got a nice six-pack that I have been working on, and my overall muscle
development has been strong. Like Chris, I don't really show off my muscles
very much; nothing is better than the satisfaction you feel when some one
asks if I work out. That's a better feeling than showing off and leaving no
doubt.

Chris and I went through the basic job riga marole and I introduced him to
all of my friends. He seemed to like the job, and as we both were clocking
out he became quite the conversationalist.

"What are you doing tonight?" Chris muttered

"Probably just gonna go home and fall asleep watching Sportscenter" I yawned
while replying

"That's cool" He replied, feeling slighted.

"What are you doing tonight?" I inquired.

With a frustrated tone he answered: " Rotting here."

"Why?" I couldn't understand why anyone would want to spend any more time
here than absolutely necessary.

" I have to wait for my mom to pick me up, she doesn't get home for like 2
more hours"

"Your mom doesn't get home until 4am?...What the hell does she do?"

"Well she has to pick up my brother from his reserve camp" Chris explained.
"Its like three hours away" he continued.

"He's here for one day and already mooching rides home" Jokingly I comforted
him. Taking a step behind him I massaged his shoulders quickly.

His shoulders were very thick and it felt good to squeeze them between my
fingers. I began to stare at his body, when I noticed the outline of his six
inch shaft pointing towards his bellybutton.

"Do you mind?" He did seem slightly embarrassed about needing a ride.

"Dude, I don't care...your gonna owe me of course but I'll take you home" I
smiled.

" You ready to go?" He was definitely ready to go, while his cock seemed to
ease down a bit I could sense some excitement.

"Yea let me say goodbye to a few people. I'll meet you down by my car." It
typically took me thirty minutes to say goodbye and escape.

"Which car is yours?"

" It's the black mustang parked in like the 5th or 6th spot on the left
side"

Chris looked at me almost as if he was trying to figure out if I was telling
the truth. I turned and walked to the kitchen, needing to tell Bridgett how
well Chris had done. I'd get down and thank her if anyone knew that I was
bi-curious.

Bridgett was glad to know I was content with my replacement, and I said good
night to Alex the bartender. I couldn't wait to see where tonight was
headed. Walking out the front door I saw Chris checking out my car.

"Do you like my car?" I yelled

"Yea; it's only my dream car" He yelled back as I walked to the parked car.

"Well consider yourself lucky then." I walked up to him pausing to stare at
my beautiful sportscar. I rubbed his back slightly with my right hand and
unlocked the doors. We both jumped in and I had to check out his reaction to
riding inside.

"This is an awesome car." Chris approved.

"Well I'm glad you think so, so where do you live?"

"About 10 minutes away, but do you think we could go for a ride?"

"Where to?"

"Just follow my directions"

I was intrigued. It was a bit erotic and certainly something I was
interested in. A few turns later and we ended up alone together in a park.

"Mind if I ask you some things?" Chris was speaking softly.

"Yea dude thats cool" I turned down the radio and parked the car off to the
side; just in case.

"Where do you work out?" He asked. Expecting something sexual I grinned as
he replied accordingly.

"My parents basement" As if I didn't know every sex story starts out by one
guy asking the other where he works out.

"You look like your making good progress; I'd kill for biceps and triceps
like yours" I was caught off guard, didn't really know he was paying that
much attention.

"I bet you've got a great body hiding under those baggy clothes. And I bet
you've got a nice set of abdominal muscles, nothing is better than a good
set of abs." I slowly put my right hand on his leg and rubbed his thigh....

If he was going to say no, I knew it be now. So I paused and gave him a
minute to realize what was happening. The last thing that I needed was Chris
telling people that I raped him on the ride home. This needed to be mutual.
I could tell he was nervous; I assume that he has never been with a guy
before.

It was probably the longest silence two men can share; in one of the most
peculiar situations any man will ever find himself in. He didn't react to my
advances. I knew he was not going to say no now. He wanted me.

"What do you think of work?" I asked, slowly moving my hand upwards.

"It's ok. The guy, girls are better here" He slipped, he certainly didn't
mean to say guys. He wanted to say guys; but he didn't mean to say it.

My hand was no longer rubbing the top of his thigh, I had moved into the
inside of his leg. Teasing his crotch with a slow finger brush, I enjoyed
tempting the teenager. He was magnificent. He's had a hundred girlfriends
and here I was with my hand between his pants softly massaging his penis
through those jeans.

" Well we better get you home." I yawned and pulled my hand from his pants,
to cover my mouth from the expansive yawn.

"Are you sure we have to go?" He sounded unsure of what was going on. I had
stopped. He didn't understand, why would I stop?

"Chris..."

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to drive?"

"..............."

"Chris?"

" Are you serious?"

" One condition though..." I loved teasing him.

"What?" He was dying to know. The condition didn't matter. I could have
asked him to rip off his brother's shorts and to begin sucking his brothers
cock and he would have done it. He was so frustrated sexually, he didn't
know what to do.

" You have to let me use your bathroom." That was my condition. "I've been
dying to piss" I was dying, the truth was I had to piss for quite some time.
I had a few other reasons for making my condition though.

I opened the door casually and slid out. He fumbled searching for the car
door handle for about 45 seconds, until realizing that the above light was
on. He must have finally opened his eyes and saw the handle. Opening the
door he got out like he had just paid cash for the car.

I slipped around to the passenger side and slouched into a comfortable
position. He walked a circle around the car. Saying over and over...

"Not bad, not bad." He was in heaven.

I grinned but didn't say anything. His car door closed, and he looked at me.
Simultaneously I had the urge to adjust my softening cock. It actually hurt,
the combination of needing to piss and being hard as hell is a rough combo.

His eyes drew a picture of my erect cock resting softly in my boxer briefs,
nestled there perfectly. He was dreaming off unzipping my pants and pulling
out my cock. But he didn't know what he wanted to do with it. Chris wanted
to touch it; he wanted to touch another guy. He had gotten a hard on because
of a guy before but never had he actually done anything with a guy.

"Chris? Are we leaving?"

"Yea sorry." His eyes left my cock and went to the road. His house wasn't
far away but the kid drove by every one of his friend's houses honking the
horn, then acting really cool.

I stared at him, knowing that he must have felt good. He was still driving,
when I couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you mind if i check out those abs?" I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. " If you want to"

I adjusted my seating position so that if desired I could get a good view of
his abdominal muscles. I slowly lifted his shirt, and untugged his
wifebeater that was tucked into his pants. The white elastic strip of his
underwear was peaking out from his pants, I had accidentally pulled it this
way.

I ran my hand very slowly up his chest. Each finger headed in a different
direction, all wanting to feel his gorgeous body. My hand ran back down to
the cusp of his underwear, where I began to ride my tightly formed fingers
down his pants onto the aroused tent that his underwear formed. Stopping
just about where I got to the meat of his cock, and about two inches down
his pants I pulled my fingers up, slowly.

Instead of continuing to Chris' friend Shawn's house, seeing an empty
parking lot, Chris pulled behind the small office and parked while I
continued.

My four fingers, as if they had done it a thousand times danced on his waist
line. My pointer finger couldn't be contained, and broke the seal of his
underwear plunging down about and inch into previously hidden areas. My
finger ran just under the elastic the entire width of his pants. It had to
be killing him, I'm sure he was dying for me to suck his hard cock. But I
wasn't that easy. I wanted him to want for a man to pleasure him, like no
one else had.

My fingers wanting to go deeper were stopped by desire to kiss his soft
lips. My hands ran up his chest and our eyes met. I kissed his eyelids, and
he closed his eyes in anticipation of my kiss. I kissed his lips, brushing
our lips together just barely. It was erotic, it was sensual. It was
awesome. We threw caution to the wind and just kissed. As if two people had
forgotten everything about themselves, submitting their every want, their
every temptation to the other person. We became one person.

I kissed his lips, then moved to his cheeks. I licked his ear, and moved to
his neck. He moaned. My hands ran up his chest and my tongue did as well.
Like snow falling, I kissed his chest with my lips so softly, at times he
wasn't sure if I was kissing him it all.

He had waited long enough. I unbuttoned the top button and quickly pulled
down the zipper. I was staring at his cock. It was as hard as it had ever
been. His pants were down at his ankles, and he sat there in his briefs. The
tip of my tongue began dancing on his shaft; through the Great Wall that was
his underwear. It caused no sensual pleasure, but mentally was driving him
wild. I felt his hand rubbing my back, and my head, trying to force me onto
his cock.

I ran my fingers over his legs and then snuck them into his underwear on
either side. Pulling his underwear down I immediately began servicing his
young cock. It was about six inches long and he was fairly smooth. My hand
began to fondle his warm balls while my mouth pleasured his cock.
He was moaning; intensely.

Chris was thanking me, begging me to take in more, telling me that he loved
me, and he only wanted me. Chris ejaculated fairly quickly into my warm
mouth, and I was glad to take it in. It tasted good, and I was satisfied.

My mouth was removed and my hand took over, slowly rubbing his cock and the
areas around. I looked at him, and asked him what he thought. He said
nothing, staring at me. I started to say something when he kissed me.

He kissed me to say thank you. He kissed me to say that he had never been so
open with anyone.

I sat back, satisfied with my performance, and very satisfied with
Bridgett's new hire. I had completely forgotten that I had to piss. I
reminded to self to thank Bridgett tomorrow. I'm supposed to have the day
off, but screw it. She deserves it.

Chris pulled my baby into his parking lot and thanked me for the night. He
gently leaned over and kissed me again. His Mom and brother would be home
soon, his Dad was on a business trip somewhere.

"When do you work again?" Chris asked.

I didn't say anything, had he forgotten the condition?

" What I mean is, can you give me a ride home next time we work together?" A
grin sat on his face.
He wasn't sure if this was a one time thing, or if it would be a developing
relationship.

" Yea I will give you a ride home."

"Thank...."

"But your not going to end the night without meeting your half of the
bargain are you?" I slyly interrupted.

He paused. He had to think. So much was going through his head. So much had
gone through his head. He looked at me, now remembering.

"Come one in bud."

I walked right behind him into his house. No way was I going to be the only
one servicing anyone tonight.
Chris and I were developing something special, it was more than sex, more
than friendship, we had developed a bond. The bond between two men where you
feel like no one could ever come between you. Some would say its love, but
I'd dare to say that it's a stronger bond than even love. The bond only
comes when two men have faced something they always feared together, or
feared telling some one. And overcoming that fear they found strength in
each other, and in themselves.

Sure I could stare at Chris for hours. The simple thought of him made me
horny; I could imagine myself kissing his chest, massaging his shoulders,
and slipping into his arms. But when I look at Chris I see more than that. I
knew that he felt the same way.


I am certainly enjoying looking at him now. His hands were cold and
struggled to guide the key into the slot. A dirty thought came to my mind,
and I couldn't stop laughing. I reached my hands in my pockets to warm them,
when i found a piece of paper. I had forgotten, it had Chris' number on it.
He had given it to me earlier in the night. It read: 330 - 555 -6318.

"What are you laughing about?" Chris ceased his attempt to unlock the door,
and questioned the onlooker.

"Nothing." I said boldly.

"I was just wondering what you'd have to do to break into Fort Knox, if you
can't get into your parents house. WITH a key." I mumbled my retort, but was
careful to ensure that he heard every word nonetheless.

I wasn't thinking about Fort Knox. I gave two shits about gold somewhere. I
was thinking about the treasure standing in front of me.

"I got it." Chris boasted.

Pausing briefly I yelled: "And the medal goes to...." I couldn't resist. He
had turned from Mr. Confidence to a bumbling moron. It was cute. I started
laughing hysterically.

"Boys who laugh don't get to use the bathroom." Chris laid down the law, as
he closed the door in my face.

"AWWW Chris, don't do this to me. You know I was kidding." I pleaded.

"What, did some one say something?.....Did anyone hear anything?" I heard
him yell from inside.

"Bastard" I mumbled, while I couldn't stop grinning.

"Yes you heard the ghost of tomorrow, if you don't let me in....You'll never
see tomorrow."

Chris walked to the door, with a huge smile on his face.

"Oh my God, some one is outside. I guess I better let him in."

"Ass."

I couldn't even finish groaning when he pulled me into the door and our lips
met. God this guy can kiss. Our eyes closed we stood in the doorway
passionately exploring each other's souls with our tongues. Stories are
written about moments like this. An entire book couldn't describe the
pleasure I felt kissing him.

We pulled away and stared at each other.

"The bathroom is down the hallway, third door on the left." He yawned and
took off his work shirt exposing a body Michelangelo couldn't imagine. I
began walking to the bathroom, I waited a few minutes and turned around to
stare at him again.

"The third door?" I asked again. Knowing full well what door it was.

"Yea. It's the one after the second one. And hurry up, I'm tired." He was
sitting in a leather recliner, with no shirt on. A lamp across the living
room provided dim light. Just enough light to expose him without defining
him. Of course I knew what he looked like.


I probably would have had an orgasm in the bathroom, not because of Chris.
Granted he will cause a few orgasms in my near future, but i have had to
piss since 1985. It felt very good to empty my bladder. It also took some
time.

I heard something going on outside the bathroom door. Sounded like Chris was
walking around. He must have been getting ready for me. I washed my hands,
drying them carefully and walked out the bathroom door to see my stallion, a
stallion that owed me a favor. A big favor.

If you were standing in front of me, you could see every piece of dental
work that I have had done. I had a smile on my face unparalleled in my days.
I was also excited, my mind would be totally focused on sharing an
experience with this man.

A man that strangely wasn't in the living room. If this is what he called
getting ready, then this kid needed to work on his setup. I wasn't sure
where he was. I looked around into the kitchen and saw no sign of him. I was
puzzled, but not concerned. Staring down the hallway I saw a door slightly
opened. A smile returned to my face as I trekked down the hallway to the
room where he waited.

Standing in front of his door, I had to catch my breath. My heart was
beating heavily. I am not even sure why. Shit, i had been with this guy not
thirty minutes ago and now i am getting nervous about opening the door to
his bedroom. I slowly pushed open the door, and walked slowly into a very
dark room. The light from the hall lit my path to the bedroom where I saw
the back of my man. He was cuddled under the covers, asleep.

He had a hard day at work. I understood. Besides he'd owe me, and now he
would have to pay late charges. And everyone knows, it's the late charges
that kill you. I thought about his mom and brother coming home. I wasn't
sure when they'd be here and if they did come home what would they think if
some guy was sleeping in Chris' bed.

I'm sure that in Chris' life a male friend has probably slept in his room
before. So I took a deep breath, closed the door, and turned the lock. I
couldn't wait to slip under the sheets with him, our first night cuddled
together. I slipped out of my clothes taking extra care to be very quiet,
and I laid down next to Chris under the warm covers. It was a moment where
you'd sell your soul to Satan if you could pause this moment forever. My
left arm hung over his back and rested against his chest. My front side
pressed firmly against his soft bottom. I kissed his back and closed my
eyes.

I never slept so deeply. Being a typical deep sleeper and heavy roller Chris
and I spent a lot of time touching each other all night. Laying in bed with
him is easily one of the nicest ways to sleep I can think of.

It must have been morning, because the lamp on Chris' night-stand came on
with a piercing light. Followed by a sound that took a second to understand.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my bed!!!!" Chris' brother
screamed with deep emotion. He grabbed the blanket and pulled the covers
from my body. Exposing my nudity.

"I'm a friend of Chris' " I tried to explain.

"Holy shit, you're a faggot. You're fucking naked. You slept in my bed, with
me naked......"

Nate, Chris' brother must have came home while I was in the bathroom. And I
must have mistakenly gone into the wrong bedroom. I mean fuck, I didn't
know.

"I am so sorry." I couldn't say this enough.

"Your gonna be sorry if you don't put some fucking clothes on."

Jumping out of bed, I fell on my face. A loud thump echoed throughout the
room. I heard him laughing. How could he be laughing at me. Tears running
down my eyes, I'm not sure if it was from my fall or my embarrassment.

I grabbed my pants, and slid into them as fast as I could. No time for my
underwear, a decision I regretted as I zipped my zipper on some precious
skin.

"Holy shit" I cried, doubling over. The worst experience of my life
multiplied by the highest ever state lotto does not gage the way I was
feeling.

"Shit dude, I slept with your cock on my ass all night, you might as well
take your time and put your fucking underwear on." Nate couldn't stop
laughing. How I hated him, how angry I was at Chris. I'm sure he was still
sleeping.

I got dressed and ran out of Nate's room apologizing. No one was in sight,
so I grabbed my shoes and high tailed my ass straight out of the house.
Luckily Chris' mother hadn't parked behind me. I jumped in the Mustang and
started on my flight home.

Talk about one of the worst situations to be in. If Chris told this story at
work I'd have to quit. Maybe I shouldn't even go to work for a few days. I
could call Bridgett and get a few days off. Shed believe me if I told her
some one died or something. So that's what I did.

--------A Few Days Later-----------

Sitting on my couch, watching Queer as Folk I knew that I had to go to work
tomorrow. I hoped that Chris hadn't said anything, I wondered if Nate told
Chris. I mean Chris didn't know when I left, and Nate might have been to
embarrassed to even tell Chris. I knew that i wouldn't be that lucky.

Just as I finished convincing myself that everyone in the town knew, an
annoying sound overtook the television. It was the phone. I jumped to answer
it before the answering machine would pick it up. Of course checking the
Caller ID before I answered it. It read 330 - 555 - 6318.

Should I answer the phone? I haven't heard from Chris since that day. Why
wouldn't he call? Unless he knows. And if he knows, well then shit. What if
Chris wasn't out of the closet, and what if I outed him.

The phone continued to ring.

With a sigh I picked up the phone.

"Hello." I answered.

"We need to talk."

"Can i come over?"

"Yea, come now."

"I'll cya in a few minutes." Before i even finished my sentence he had
already hung up the phone. Either way I had to talk to him. I threw on my
favorite jeans, my lucky T-shirt, an old Indians baseball cap that I've had
a few years. A few squirts of Aqua De Gio and i was ready to go.

I pulled into Chris' driveway and I didn't see his mother's car, which I was
happy about. Man, the last time I was here things were going so well. What a
dumb mistake I had made. Chris was a cool guy though, he wouldn't hold it
against me.

I walked to the door and after pausing rang the doorbell. No one came
rushing to the door, but I could make out the figure of a man walking to the
door. It was Nate.

" I need to talk to you." Nate opened the door and waved me in. I walked
right in and watched as he disappeared down the hallway. It was happening
again.

I slammed the door and ran down the hallway to catch him. I approached the
familiar door, where I had made such a fatal error only a few days ago. I
had nothing to lose and opened the door.

Nate was standing in front of his chest of drawers pulling his wife beater
over his head, exposing a body that even his own brother would be jealous
of. I haven't met these brothers father, but he must have been a Greek god
in some life. These two brothers are by far and away the most attractive men
that I have ever seen in my life. The fact that they are brothers only
amplifies their sexy appeal.

Nate had a very cool room, there were pictures of half naked women
everywhere. He apparently was a fan of the Barenaked Ladies, and some
heavier bands. A stereo system most teenagers dream about sat right next to
his bedroom, while speakers crawled all over the room. It looks like Nate
even has his own bathroom. All I could think of was what a bastard he must
be.

"So, you called me?" I asked Nate. Which was a mistake because he was taking
off clothes, and answering me temporarily stopped his efforts. I had to
figure out what was going on.

Nate turned to me, allowing me to stare at his magnificent six pack of abs,
defined pecs, and oversized biceps. You wouldn't see Nate in body builder
magazines, but you'd definitely be happy if you saw him in an underwear
advertisement.

"Yea, I need to talk to you." Nate replied, while pulling down his Army
edition BDU's. He was standing there, undressing before my very eyes, now
standing in only his boxer briefs. I stared intently on the front bulge that
was revealing a nice package.

"But first I have to take a shower. He looked at me."

My eyes were focused on analyzing every inch of his muscled body,
particularly the one between his legs.

"Are you staring at this?" Nate grabbed his cock, on top of his shorts and
jerked it a few times.

"Shit, I figured you learned your lesson last time." Nate scolded me, but
had some strong growth in his underwear.

"You do have a nice body." It probably wasn't the right road, but I had to
test the water here.

Nate didn't say anything. He grabbed a towel that was sitting on his bed,
threw it over his shoulder and walked into his own bathroom.

I stood there, unsure of what to do. I didn't know if Chris was home, I
didn't know if Nate was flirting with me. I felt pretty confused.

The bathroom door opened.

"Faggot, get in here." Nate yelled through the small crack he had opened the
door.

I smiled and opened the door. He was still wearing his boxer briefs but had
a huge hard on. His cock was a solid eight inches and extremely thick. It
looked good through the teasing white underwear he was wearing.

"Yes sir." I followed his command.

"You took advantage of me, now I'm gonna take advantage of you." He didn't
look at me.

I moved in front of him, and dropped to my knees. I began kissing his feet
ever so softly, and started running my hands up his enormous thighs. My lips
moved up to his ankle and all over his muscular leg. I couldn't stop kissing
him, or touching him. My hands made several attempts to touch his rock hard
cock, but with every attempt he knocked away my hand with his own. My lips
had reached the bottom of his underwear, where i slipped my tongue under the
boxer briefs, almost as a probe. My tongue moved to his cock, I kissed it
and softly bit at the hard piece of meat that was before me.

I couldn't wait any longer, I had to have his meat in my mouth. My hands
grabbed his underwear and began to take them down when he stopped me.

"I didn't say you could do that." Nate scolded.

Before I could mutter an apology or even a response he chimed in again.

"Use your teeth." He commanded. I loved his orders. He was an army boy and
loved following orders, even more he loved giving them.

My teeth left his cock and carefully bit at the elastic waistband holding up
the shield between me and his cock. I grabbed them and pulled them down as
far as I could get them, exposing a little pubic hair when I needed to slip
behind him. My teeth grabbed the underwear and pulled them down as far as
they would go. Which was pretty far from behind. The only thing holding them
up was his rock hard penis.

His ripe ass was appealing, and so I began kissing it. My hands squeezed the
perfect globes while my tongue explored the sweaty crack of his ass.

"I said to remove these underwear." Nate reminded me.

I was enjoying his tight ass, but would forego that now. I remembered his
magnificent cock and again took my place before it. The underwear sat at the
base of his cock, and I grabbed it with my teeth. It took some work but I
pushed his cock down with my cheek and managed to pull his underwear past
the thick head.

His underwear fell to the ground, and I buried my face in his cock. My eyes
stared intently at his pubic hair while i ran my tongue up and down over his
warm penis. I tasted pre-cum and ran my tongue over his head to begin
licking the sweet pre-cum from his cock.

His hands grabbed the back of my head, and I only pounded on his cock
harder. He was moaning, and enjoying my repayment well. My hands, tightly
held a grasp on his subtle ass, my right hand massaging as it walked along
found its way to his ass crack, and sliding down the crack happened on a
small hole.

I slightly tickled his hole with my finger and then slipped it into his ass
with a gentle motion. Almost immediately Nate's volcano blew a warm load
into my mouth. I swallowed the warm cum, and let Nate slap his meat against
my face. Nate took a big sigh, and we both sat down, when we heard a knock
at the door.

It was Chris, he was calling for Nate.

"Nate, is Jason in there? His car is outside" Chris called.

"Chris, come here I want to show you something." Chris opened the door to
his brothers bedroom and walked in. Closing the door behind him.

"Where are you guys?" Chris called out.

"In the bathroom, you dumbass." Nate responded.

Chris opened the bathroom door exposing two tired men, who had been doing
more than talking about sports. Nate stood up and greeted Chris.

"Your friend sucks a good cock." Nate smiled and hugged his brother. To my
surprise Nate's hand was squeezing Chris' cock through his jeans. It was a
long hug. I was getting jealous, so i stood up and slipped under Chris arm.
Looking at Chris in the eyes, i passionately kissed his lips. Nate grabbed
my head and tore apart our kiss, he placed his lips on mine and kissed me
almost as well as his brother. Chris grabbed Nate's head and the two
brothers began kissing. It was apparent they had done this before.

The two brothers separated, and Chris looked at the two of us with a smile
on his face.

"What are you to doing?" Chris grinned.

"Well I was gonna take a shower, when your faggot friend got a hard on while
I was changing." Nate answered.

Chris walked over to me, grabbing me and pulling me close.

"Is this true?" Chris questioned me.

"Yea."

"And three days ago, when he came over to see you. He slept in my bed,
naked, and was molesting me all night." Nate replied again. My head turned
to Nate, and promptly scowled with a small grin on my face.

"Really. Is this true Jason?" Chris turned to me again.

It was obvious that they had talked about it. I wasn't fooled.

"Well what are we going to do with him?" Chris implored Nate.

"First things first, I need a shower. And from the looks of you, so do you.
So I say Jason here lathers us up." Nate submitted his idea, and it wasn't
half bad.

"Sounds like a plan." Chris began undressing when I walked over to him and
stopped him from continuing.

Nate, already naked had decided that a bath would be easier with three
people and started the water. I kissed Chris softly and tore his clothes off
of his body. My hands rubbed his body and we both joined Nate in the warm
water.

It didn't take long for us to start again. Chris took a seat at one end of
the tub, I planted my face square on top of his cock and began servicing the
stud. When Nate who began rubbing his soft hands all over my back, began
sizing up my warm anus.

Chris stopped me, held my head while Nate slipped his wet cock into my tight
ass. He took his time, being gentle and the quick pain was erased by the
pleasure of feeling him inside me. I began sucking Chris' cock again, as he
rubbed his hands through my hair.

Nate, now was pumping my ass, teasing me. He would pull out his cock, only
leaving the head of his hard dick in my ass. Tempting me, he'd plunge it
back in my ass.

Chris couldn't hold it back anymore and blew a load in my mouth. It was
sweeter than his brothers and I sucked his dick just as clean. Nate's second
shot fired deep in my ass, giving me a soothing feeling. I could feel each
sperm swimming around inside of me. He pulled out his cock and thanked me.
The three of us traded kisses again, got dressed and got ready to go out
tonight.

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