Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2012 21:05:54 -0500
From: Jason Simm <psuwxguy@gmail.com>
Subject: Have a drink - Part 6

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Have a Drink! – Part 6

I wish I could say that we had more hot, teen sex that night, but we
didn't. With homecoming only a few hours gone, it had been a long, eventful
day. Eric, Malik, Gavin and I sat down on the sectional to watch a movie,
and at some point during that time, I must have fallen asleep. When I woke
up, stiff from the awkward position I had fallen asleep in, the movie had
ended and the screen was showing the DVD's menu in a continuous loop.

Looking to my left, I saw Malik, his eyes closed and head thrown back, fast
asleep. Eric, to my right was snoring softly. At some point, Gavin must
have taken a position on the floor to watch the movie, as he was stretched
out in front of me, nearly on top of my feet.

I leaned over and nudged Eric, feeling the warmth of his skin through the
thin cotton shirt he was wearing. God, I wished I could take him anytime I
wanted; with Gavin and Malik there however, I simply couldn't risk it. He
didn't respond to my gentle nudge, so I shook him a little more vigorously,
whispering his name as well.

Finally opening his eyes, he surveyed the room in a confused manner,
settling them back on me. "What?" he asked in a sleep weary voice.

"Where can I sleep? I don't want to crash on a couch all night."

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Eric replied "In my bedroom. First door on the
left, upstairs." He laid his head back against the sectional and closed his
eyes, resuming his deep, even breathing.

I wasn't about to sleep on the sectional all night, so I carefully and
quietly got up, making sure not to awaken Malik or step on Gavin. I made my
way up the stairs and opened the door Eric had indicated. Expecting the
room to smell like a gym lockerroom, I was pleasantly surprised to find
that it didn't; in fact he room smelled just like Eric, with a hint of the
cologne he used.

I fumbled in the dark to find the light switch and turned on the overhead
light above his bed. The walls of his room were dark blue, and it was
immediately clear that this room was as well kept as the rest of the
house. Whether Eric was in charge of cleaning, or whether his mom cleaned
it, I had no clue, but everything seemed to be in its place. I walked to
the bed and threw myself onto it, laying there looking at my
surroundings. On the nightstand next to the bed, as well as on his dresser,
I saw several candid shots of Eric and Kirstin. I wondered idly how long
those pictures would stay up, how long he would carry on his deception with
Kirstin now that he seemingly liked hard male bodies, rather than soft
female ones.

Stripping myself of my shirt and jeans, I threw my clothes haphazardly on
the floor; it was sure to produce a squeal of protest in either Eric or his
mom, but I doubted either one would notice. Eric, it seemed, was spending
the night on the couch with the guys. Clad only in my boxers, I got up,
turned off the light and slipped under Eric's covers.


I awoke sometime in the night, knowing that something was different. Waking
up from the depths of the foggy sleep I was in, it didn't immediately hit
me. My mind first grasped the idea that I was in a strange place and
settled on that. Several moments later though, my mind lit upon another
difference. There was body behind me, snuggled close to mine, and an arm
draped over me, pulling me inward, holding me tight.

I didn't need to turn my head to know who it was; I instinctively knew it
was Eric. I could feel him slowly grinding his crotch into my ass. Part of
me wanted to let him continue. It felt really good, and my dick was quickly
hardening. But I also knew that there were two other people in the house as
well.

"Eric!" I whispered fiercely, "What are you doing?"

He froze instantly. He probably had no idea I was awake. "What, you don't
like this? I thought we could explore a little more," he said, not waiting
for my answer before resuming his rubbing.

"I don't mind, really. But what about the guys?"

"So what about the guys?"

"What if they hear us, or come in to your room while we're fucking around?"

"I locked the door. It'll be fine. Just relax," he said, trying to soothe
me.

I couldn't understand how I was SUPPOSED to relax. I mean, I could forget
the fact the Malik and Gavin were outside the room.  I suppose we could
find a way to fix any situation that might occur. But I certainly couldn't
relax when he had his arm draped over me and his crotch grinding against my
ass. I tried to let myself relax, to enjoy the situation I suddenly found
myself in.

Applying pressure to my shoulder, Eric turned my body so that I was lying
on my back. I could barely make him out in the darkness of the room, a
faint light from the October moon settling itself on his naked
torso. Positioning himself so that he straddled me, Eric locked eyes with
me. I felt his hands trace their way across my chest and down my abdomen,
then back up again. It raised goosebumps on my skin, and caused my nipples
to begin to harden.  He continued to stroke my skin, sometimes
concentrating on my nipples, other times slowly tracing around my
belly-button or down along my sides. It was driving me fucking wild!

Eric slid his body back a little and leaned forward, his tongue flicking
out of his mouth and tracing a circle around my belly-button. He softly
kissed the spot that he had traced, then continued licking and kissing up
my body. When he got to my nipple, he flicked it several times with his
tongue, took a moment to kiss it, then began sucking it in earnest. I let
out a quiet, appreciative moan, conscious of the fact that others were in
the house.

"Dude, you're driving me nuts." I whispered, "Take out my dick and suck
it." When he didn't answer, I added in a tiny voice, "Please."

"No."

What?! I was a bit shocked that Eric had just denied me my request. "What
do you mean, no?"

"I want to eat your ass," he said nervously, "I want to fuck you."

A thrill shot through me, though I couldn't tell if it was fear or
excitement. Truth be told, I think I was feeling both in equal amounts. I
tensed, and I'm sure Eric felt it, along with my heart beating out of my
chest; I didn't have to voice my concerns aloud.

The glow of the moonlight in the room reflected in Eric's eyes as he looked
at me. Trying to put me at ease he said, "Look man, you'll love it. Trust
me." He paused, then added "Are you ok?"

 I took a deep, shaky breath and nodded.

With that, Eric broke out in a huge grin. "Fucking A man. Awesome!"

Before I knew it, Eric had grabbed my ankles and thrown my legs back over
my head. As soon as my asshole was exposed, and without preamble, Eric took
his tongue and flicked it across my most personal of spaces.

I moaned loudly, and Eric clamped a hand over my mouth, unnecessarily
adding a "Shhhh!!". "Feels good doesn't it bro?"

"Fuck yeah dude!" I whispered, "Take all the time you want back there!"

I could barely make out the lopsided grin Eric gave me as he dove back to
the task at hand. He swiped his tongue over my pucker, back and forth,
soaking it in his spit. My eyes rolled back into my head; the feelings
coursing through me were utterly amazing. I wanted to tell Eric how
unbelievably awesome he was making me feel, but I couldn't seem to get
anything out other than quiet moans and sighs. I felt him grab my rigid
dick and begin jacking me off. I was leaking copious amounts of precum, and
I was sure that even without my verbal approval, Eric could tell I was
definitely appreciating his treatment of my hole.

Taking a break from my hole, Eric moved to my balls, giving them a warm
bath with his tongue. I let him continue for a few moments before taking my
hand and pushing his head back down to my eagerly awaiting hole.

Unphased, Eric began licking again at my back door. This time though, he
seemed to want to gain entry. Every so often it seemed he would try to stab
at the opening with his tongue. I was in heaven. I couldn't imagine what
straight guy wouldn't be swayed by this feeling! They simply didn't know
what they were missing.

Abruptly, Eric stopped licking. My eyes were still closed, waiting for his
tongue to resume. What I felt instead was a finger trying to push past and
into my hole. I pushed outward, helping him, and his finger slid in. Having
rarely had anything in there, it was a slightly uncomfortable feeling.

"Dude, don't you have any lube?" I asked.

Eric nodded, looking embarrassed. "Sorry! I was just so excited." Removing
his finger, he moved to his dresser and grabbed a bottle, flipping the cap
open and squeezing some on his fingers as well as my ass.

I tensed a bit as I felt him re-enter me with his finger. After allowing me
to adjust to the intrusion, Eric began slowly working his finger in and
out. I gasped as Eric's finger brushed my prostate.

"Felt that huh?" he asked.

I smiled back at him. "Dude, I can't wait for your dick to be inside of
me!"

Eric continued his finger fucking, eventually adding another finger and
finally a third. I couldn't take it anymore. "Eric, I need to you to fuck
me. Now!"

Grabbing the bottle of lube, Eric spread a healthy dollop over my hole,
then slathered it on his hard, 7" dick. I felt him push his stiff member
against my hole. "You ready?"

"Yeah man" I responded.

He moved his free hand over my mouth. "Just in case," he said grinning. I
looked at him then, getting ready to enter me, his shape silhouetted by the
moonlight. It was a perfect sight; my eyes had adjusted enough to see the
slight curl to his black hair. I itched to grab a handful of it and pull
him in for a kiss.

Suddenly, Eric began pushing the tip of his dick inside me. I was glad Eric
had covered my mouth. It hurt a hell of a lot more than I thought it would
have.  I figured Eric loosening me up with his fingers would have helped a
little more. He was gentle though, waiting until I adjusted to the
thickness before moving deeper inside me.  Once his cock was entirely
inside of me, he waited again.

I wasn't sure if having something this big inside of me was going to EVER
feel good. Just like he had with his fingers, Eric began slowly moving his
dick in and out, rhythmically beginning to fuck me.  After a while, the
pain gradually lessened, being replaced with an indescribable feeling that
had me making sounds I didn't know I could make. The intense feeling of his
dick fully in my ass pushed all thoughts of quiet out of my head. I didn't
care at this point who heard me. We could deal with all of that later.

Eric's thrusts were hitting that spot deep inside me, awakening my primal
instincts. Loud moans and grunts were escaping me as he banged into me. I
reached my hands behind him, drawing him as deep into me as I could. Fuck!
I could let him do this forever!

 Without warning though, Eric tensed. "I'm cumming!" he said. I could feel
blast after blast of his cum shooting inside of me. He thrust several more
times, then collapsed on top of me. "How was it?" he asked.

"It hurt...a lot" I said. Concern filled his face.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but holy fuck. Dude, that was hot as hell at the end. One of the
best feelings I've ever had." I said, smiling back at him. "Now, get me off
so I can get some sleep."
_________________________________________________________________________

After we cleaned up, Eric left the bedroom and went back out into the
living room. Although I knew it would be mighty uncomfortable, I told him
it would be best to sleep on the sectional with the guys, or at least on
the living room floor. He didn't argue. We were both having fun, and
neither of us wanted to deal with our friends, family, and indeed, the
entire school, finding out what we were up to.  When I awoke the next
morning, I found myself alone in Eric's bedroom. Good, I thought, Eric
hadn't decided to come back in. Having Malik and Gavin walk in on us might
have been a disaster. I grabbed my clothes and threw them on, making my way
downstairs.

The television was on and Eric was staring blankly at the screen. His face
seemed drawn and tired. He must not have gotten much sleep. "Hey man, where
are the guys?" I asked.

Eric turned his head to look at me and I caught a bit of fear in his
eyes. My stomach sank immediately. "They left. Dude I think we're fucked."

"Why?"

"Malik apparently woke up in the middle of the night to piss. I think he
heard us."

"Did he say that?"

"No...not exactly. He said `What the fuck were you guys doing last night?'
I tried to explain that you weren't feeling well because of the alcohol you
drank, but I'm pretty sure he didn't believe me. He and your brother left
without saying much of anything else."

I sat down on the couch next to him. Moments passed while we both thought
on what had happened, and what the consequences would be. Finally, Eric
said "What the fuck are we going to do?"

"Just relax. I'll see what Gavin thinks when I get home. Tomorrow at school
we'll see how Malik reacts to us. Maybe it's not what you think." I wasn't
sure how all of this was going to work out. But I did know one thing. I had
a sure-fire way to change their minds.

_________________________________________________________________________

When I got to back to my house later that morning, Gavin was nowhere to be
found. I asked Mom and Dad if he had come back yet, and they said that he
was with Malik and would be home later that afternoon.

He arrived shortly before dinner, going up to his room and closing his
door. He didn't say a word to me. In fact, he didn't even look at me. Maybe
it was worse than I thought.

I gave him about a half hour to himself, then I went to his bedroom door. I
stood there, frozen in the act of knocking. I suddenly found myself scared
shitless. Depending on how the situation went, I was pretty much going to
have to come out to my little brother. I took a deep breath and knocked on
the door. I didn't wait for him to answer.

As I entered the room, I saw him scramble for a shirt. He was laying on his
bed, his history textbook laying beside him. In the act of pulling his
shirt over his head, he said "What do you want? I'm trying to study."

"Look, I want to talk about last night."

"What about it?" He picked up his textbook and began scanning the page.

"What time did you guys take off?" I thought an indirect approach might be
best.

"Is it true?" Gavin asked.

"Is what true?"

"Malik said he heard you guys in the Eric's bedroom and it sounded like you
two were fucking around."

"I wasn't feeling good Gavin. I was dry heaving."

"Don't bullshit me Jackson. It all makes sense now. What other reason would
Eric have for wanting to hang out with you when a few weeks earlier he
wanted to beat the shit out of you."

I looked up at him, staring intently at me. "Gavin, I..."

"Is it true," he interrupted, "are you two gay?"

"Gavin, look..."

"IS IT TRUE?!" he asked, louder.

"Keep your voice down! Jesus." I was starting to get angry now. "Yes. It
is. Ok?" He wasn't looking at me anymore, but had instead chosen to pretend
to read his textbook. "So what? You hate me now?"

He looked up from his book, open anger painting his face. "You're a fucking
asshole."

I turned around to leave. I couldn't take much more of this conversation
and where it was headed.

"Of course I don't hate you. Why would I? You're my brother.  I love
you...just don't try any of that gay shit on me," he said, breaking into a
smile.

"I can't promise!" I said, grabbing his leg as a joke.

Gavin laughed and pushed me away. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I just never thought about it. There was never a right
time." I paused, then added, "Hey, how does Malik feel about this?"

"Well, to be truthful, I think he hates the idea. Eric has a lot of
explaining to do."
_________________________________________________________________________

I saw Malik and Tommy walking the halls together the next morning at
school. Eric wasn't with them though.

The morning seemed to drag on. Finally, in third period, I had a chance to
ask Eric about Malik. We were doing some book work in chemistry, and I
asked Mrs. Gross if it was ok if I worked with Eric.

"Hey," I said, sitting down in the empty seat next to Eric.

"Hey."

"So," I asked, drawing out the word. "How did Malik react?"

"He won't even talk to me Jackson."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I tried twice today. The first time, he ignored me. The second time,
he told me get the fuck out of his face."

"Maybe he's just trying to digest it all," I said, hoping to ease Eric's
(and my own) fears.

"What are we going to do? I don't think he told anyone yet, but what if he
does?"

"Just leave that to me. I think I've got it covered. Can you get him to
come over to your house? Maybe to talk?"

Eric looked up at me, and smiled that goofy grin of his. He knew where I
was headed with this. "Maybe," he replied. "I'll do my best."
_________________________________________________________________________

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. In the lockerroom that afternoon,
I noticed that Malik and Tommy kept well away from Eric. As the guys
dressed and hustled out to the field, Tommy lingered. He looked at me as I
sat on one of the benches, his blue eyes piercing into mine. I quickly
looked away. Moments later, I felt a presence near me. I looked up to see
Tommy, his 5'8" frame looming over me. With his buzzed blonde hair and
muscled football frame, he was a beautiful looking specimen. Too bad he was
such a dickhead.

"Hey fag," he sneered, "I heard you and Eric are butt buddies now. How do
you think the team's gonna feel about that?"

"Fuck you, Tommy," I shot back. I don't know what possessed me to say
that. Christ, I was going to get myself killed.

Tommy grabbed my cheeks in his hand and squeezed. "What'd you say, fag?"

I struggled in his grip, but couldn't get free. Suddenly Tommy spit, a glob
of his saliva landing on my mouth. "There you go fag. Thought you might
like that," he said, releasing me and walking away in a fit of laughter.

 I wiped my face with my sleeve. Ok, if that's how he wanted to play the
game. There were three people that knew about Eric and me. Gavin I wasn't
worried about. But Tommy and Malik were a different story. Malik at least
was being silent. I hoped he was trying to internalize and come to grips
with what he had heard. Tommy on the other hand needed dealt with right
now.

I immediately went to Tommy's locker and grabbed his Gatorade. I added some
cum, then took it to the urinal and added a little of my piss to it. It was
unnecessary in my plan, but I didn't appreciate the spit, so I thought
adding the piss was justified.

I sat down to wait for the team to return. When I heard them entering the
lockerroom, I grabbed Eric and whispered to him, "Get in the shower quick,
then get back out here and grab my phone. I need you to take some video of
Tommy."

Eric and the rest of the team undressed, and headed for the showers. I
noticed that although Malik went with the rest of the team, Tommy lingered
at his locker when he saw Eric head for the showers. He must have felt
threatened at having a gay teammate in the showers with him.

Undressing slowly, Tommy grabbed his Gatorade and chugged in between
removing equipment and clothing. The rest of the team showered and left,
leaving Tommy, Eric and me in the lockerroom.  "Hey fags," Tommy said
glaring at us. "Can you leave so that I can get a shower without you
perving on me?"

Eric started toward him, his face scrunched in anger. I grabbed his arm,
and pulled him back toward me, away from Tommy. "Forget him Eric, he's not
worth it. Let's go."

"But what about..."

"Come on, let's go I said."

As we walked out of the lockerroom, Eric rounded on me. "What are you
doing? Did hear what he said? He deserves to get the shit kicked out of
him. Why'd you stop me? Anyway, I thought you wanted to take some video of
him."

"I do," I replied, "But he's not going to shower with us in there."

"Why do you want to get video of him showering? What are you going to do
with that, other than prove we're perverts?"

"Just take my phone and take a video of him in the shower. I added a little
extra something to his Gatorade. "

"Nice!" Eric said, smiling.

I'm sure he thought I only added my cum. I didn't want to risk telling him
I pissed in it too; I didn't know how he'd take that. As we crept silently
back into the lockerroom, it was easy to tell things were working out as I
had planned.

Tommy was in the shower, water streaming down his hard, muscled body. He
was soaping himself up, his erection clearly visible. Moving the soap over
his large chest, and down to his taut stomach, he looked to be every gay
man's dream. It was almost like it was in slow motion. I was transfixed. I
looked over at Eric, who held the phone in front of him. He looked over at
me and mouthed the words "Holy shit!"

Moving his hands to his engorged member, Tommy began to slowly stroke it
and moan. It appeared to be about 6" in length, and fat. His eyes closed,
he had no idea we were hiding behind a set of lockers, filming him jacking
himself off. Moving his hands back and forth over his rod, he occasionally
ran a hand over his pecs and pinched a nipple.

I was hoping he would play with his ass. After all, I needed something to
use as blackmail. Unfortunately, he kept stroking his cock, staying far
away from his ass. After a few minutes, he turned off the shower and laid
down on the wet floor.

Eric looked over at me, a confusion painting his face. I shrugged my
shoulders in response. I thought Tommy would eventually resume his
masturbation, but instead, his penis slowly began to soften.

Shit, I thought. All of this for nothing. We weren't getting anything
useful on the video. This video would prove nothing other than that Eric
and I were a bunch of fags taking a video of Tommy.  Just when I was about
to tell Eric to stop taping, Tommy grabbed his dick and let out a tiny
gasp. A stream of yellow piss arced up and over his body, landing on his
chest. Moving his dick back and forth, he proceeded to soak himself in hot,
yellow liquid, aiming it so it landed on his stomach, his crotch, and even
his legs and feet.

I looked over at Eric, his mouth agape as he watched the screen of my
phone. I leaned in and whispered to him "Don't get my face in the video."

Walking quietly over to Tommy, I whispered "You want my piss?"

He looked up at me, shocked. I could see lust warring with his desire to
get up and run. I didn't know which would win, but I didn't give him a
choice. I pulled out my dick and aimed. Considering the circumstances, I
had a hard time getting the flow started.

Tommy continued looking at me. "Please," he whispered, so quietly I could
barely make it out. His eyes focused behind me, and I turned, seeing Eric
walking up to get a closer shot.

I concentrated on my need to piss, and suddenly I felt my bladder
release. I aimed my hot stream onto his chest and crotch. As I was pissing
on him, I noticed his hand begin to stroke his dick. Breathing heavily,
pumped his fist furiously up and down, making loud squelching sounds.

As my piss slowed to a drip, my dick began to harden as well. I moved my
hand back and forth over my 7" cock. I wasn't going for long lasting
pleasure here. I just needed to get off. I looked down to see Tommy arching
his back, thrusting his hips upward. He gasped loudly, releasing rope after
rope of hot cum onto his chest.

That was all I needed. My orgasm built inside of me, and I pumped out a hot
load of semen, letting it splatter on his face as well as his buzzed,
blonde hair.

I quickly zipped up and motioned Eric to follow me. As we exited, he handed
me my phone.

"That was fucking hot dude," he said.

"What was?"

"The whole thing! Him pissing on himself, shooting his load. Dude, I need
to get off."

I laughed, and said "Rub one out in the car on the way home dude. We aren't
sticking around here so you can jerk off."

He laughed as he grabbed his crotch and readjusted. "I might just do that."

"Besides Eric, we have what we need to make sure Tommy doesn't tell a soul
about us. Now, all you need to do is to convince Malik to meet us at your
house."

_____________________________________________


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