Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2016 17:29:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: JoshRJosh
Subject: gay male incest    a brothers love (2) part 20

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A Brother's love (2) part Twenty



When I woke, David was not in bed.  I went into the living room.  He was
sitting at the dinning table with his books and papers spread out.  "Hey,"
he said.  "I was waiting breakfast for you.  I'll make coffee."

I nodded and walked into the bathroom.

As we did at Christmas, we were hanging out naked.  After taking care of
the call to nature, I joined him in the kitchen.

He asked, "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," I said and put my arms around him.  "I want you to know that I love
you and thank you for being such a good brother."

"Okay.  I love you too," he said.  I pressed my body against his.  He said,
"You okay?"

"Yeah."  I stepped back.  He looked at me.  "I know I can be a little shit
sometimes and that I take people for granted.  But I'm going to be a better
brother."

"What?  What's this about?"

"I just want to be a better brother."

"Well, I'm not sure what that means, but okay, because as far as I'm
concerned you've been a great brother."

"Whatever."

We made and had breakfast.  We decided to do some schoolwork and then head
to campus and use the pool.  Then we'd have a late lunch and go from there.
I had homework in calculus and English lit.  We were reading American
authors.  It was 9 am.  We decided to hit the books for two hours, head to
the pool for an hour workout and have lunch at about 1 pm.

At 10:45, I sat back and started masturbating.  I had promised to jerk off
for him as I would if he were not there.  I glanced up from his book and
stared.  I went to the sofa and sat down and proceeded to stroke my cock.
He sat and watched.  I noticed this erection pointing to the ceiling.

I stood in the middle of the room, giving him a side view and stroked my
cock.  I played with my balls as I stroked.  I knelt with my back to him,
put my head to the floor and push my cock back between my legs and stroked.

I rolled over onto my back.  I lifted a leg and moved my fingers to my hole
as I stroked my cock.  Then I lifted both my legs.  I spit on my fingers
and wet my hole.  In went a finger.  I moaned as I went knuckle deep.  I
stroked and fingered my hole and moaned.  Then I licked two fingers and
pressed them into my hole and stroked my cock.

I sighed, moaned and stroked.

He got up and moved around, looking at me from different angles.  I ignored
him.  I stroked.

I was getting close.  I fingered myself as deeply as my fingers would go.
I felt my prostate firming.  I stroked hard and moaned.  I aimed my cock at
my face and opened my mouth, knowing that most of my cum would hit my face.

I groaned and then I came, stroking hard.  The first shot went over my
head, then I got shot after shot into my mouth and on my face.  The rest
dribbled onto my stomach.  I swallowed, licked my lips, lay back and
sighed.

"Nice," he said.  He moved toward me, knelt over me and licked the cum on
my face.  Then he sat at the end of the sofa and began masturbating.

I moved, pushed his hand away and went down on him.  He sighed.

With his cock in my mouth, I moved and knelt between his legs.  I moved up
and down and took him deep into my throat and pressed my nose against him.

"Oh fuck, Josh," he moaned.

I licked the shaft of his cock from head to balls and thought about how
much I enjoyed sucking his rock hard cock - the way it tasted, the way it
so perfectly fit into my mouth and throat, the smell of musk.  I licked his
balls and buried my nose in his scrotum.  My cock was hard again.

I lifted his legs and licked his hole.  He masturbated and moaned.  I
pressed one finger in and then two.  Then I pushed his hand aside and took
him into my mouth.  Slowly, I moved my fingers.  Slowly, I licked and
sucked his cock.  I wanted this to last a while.  Each time he got close I
moved off his cock and too his balls which were tight in their sac.

"Let me come," he pleaded.

I felt his prostate firm and got ready for his cum.  He began to squirm as
I pressed against his prostate.  He thrust and then cum filled my mouth.  I
swallowed.  I sat back and stared up at him.  He shook his head and said,
"Fuck, Josh, you are the best cocksucker I know," and then laughed.

I laughed.  "Asshole."

We showered together and then rode his bike to the pool, me on the
crossbar.

He was surprised to see several of his teammates swimming.  He told me what
his workout would be.  "Just follow what I do," he said.  We got into a
lane with me following him.  We swam for over an hour and a half.

Walking back to the showers, he said, "We should do that every day."

"Ah, that was a pretty intense workout."

"Average.  You'd better get used to it."

"Sure," I said.

We grabbed towels and headed to the sauna.  It felt good to sweat. After
about ten minutes we took a quick cold shower and then went to the Jacuzzi.
Both of us stepped in naked.  A moment later, a tall good-looking guy
walked in.  "Hey," he said to David.

"Hey, I didn't know you were here.  Did you swim?  I didn't see you."

"Yeah," he said and dropped his towel.

He looked to be as tall as David and build very much like him.  His hair
was blond and his eyes were blue.  He was smooth all over and had a nice
cut cock and a nice set of balls that hung.

He stepped into the Jacuzzi and sat beside David.  "Eric," David said,
"This is my brother, Josh."

He looked at me and put out his hand.  "Your Josh.  Damn, I've heard so
much about you."

"Nice to meet you."

"So, you'll be joining the team in September."

"Yeah.  I'm really looking forward to it."

"The first year is the toughest.  I mean getting used to the workouts, but
you'll do fine."

I sat there and remember David saying that he had spent a night with Eric.
I felt my cock getting hard.  I decided to think of something else.

We talked for about ten minutes and then the three of us headed for the
showers.  Eric seemed very friendly, almost flirtiest with both David and
me.  He stood beside us the entire time and soaped his body and talked and
joked.

He said, "If I didn't know you guys were brothers, I'd guess you were.
You're bodies are a lot alike, except Josh is a bit firmer," he said to
David and nudged him.

David laughed.  "I don't know.  Under all this fat," he said pinching the
skin on his stomach, "I'm pretty firm."

"What are you?" Eric said to me, "Eighteen?

"Seventeen?"

"Shit, he's a kid.  Damn, I bet he can swim circles around us."

"You, maybe," David said, "And his best stroke is the backstroke."

That was Eric best stroke.  "Damn."  He kept staring at my upper body and
then he glanced down at my lower body.  "He's going to be a girl killer."

I glanced at David.  He said nothing.

We walked out with Eric.  He suggested we meet and swim again during the
week.  He went his way and we went ours.  Over lunch, I said to David, "He
was flirting with you."

"He's like that.  Actually, I thought he was flirting with you.  I almost
said something when he said you'd be a girl killer, but I wasn't sure.  If
he knows, everyone on the team will know."

"Yeah, I'd actually like to be the one to tell people.  I figured that I
would once I got here. Besides, Matt knows and,"

"He won't tell anyone without talking to you first."

"Oh, okay.  Well, I'm going to be out when I'm here."

"Good."

I leaned toward him and said, "Did you two fuck?"

He whispered, "No.  I don't think he's into getting fucked.  And no one is
sticking their dick up my ass."

I looked at him surprised.  "What do you mean?"

"Later," he said.

We finished lunch and then started our ride home.  I said, "What did you
mean?  I mean you sounded like you hate it."

"I'm not sure how to explain it.  It's like two things for me."  I shook my
head.  He sighed.  "Well, with you.  I don't get why it turns me on so much
and why I like it.  But it does and I do."

"Are you just saying that?"

"No.  I swear.  Doesn't my cock get hard?"  I nodded.  "The best way I
understand it is that you fucking me turns me on.  Not a dick up my ass,
but your dick with you attached to it.  I'm just excited by you being so
excited and," he sighed.  "And I think I relax with you.  I don't know.
But when I think of some guy sticking his dick up my ass, it's like `no way
that's happening'."

"But you really don't hate it with me?"

"Josh, I promise I don't.  I love getting head and I love fucking.  I
really enjoy sucking cock, but I wouldn't swallow someone else's cum other
than yours.  And I enjoy swallowing your cum.  I licked your face this
morning."

We arrived at his apartment.  "Josh, I enjoy you fucking me.  I swear.  You
know I don't lie about this shit.  I was pretty nervous at first and said
if I hated it then it would never happen again.  I enjoy it.  It turns me
on.  But I can't imagine someone else, a guy, getting into my ass."

"I guess I understand."  I remembered how I felt about Jamie possibly
fucking me.

"I shouldn't have said anything."

"No.  Why?  I want to understand."

"So are you going to believe me when I say that I want you to fuck me?"

I smiled.  "This is such a stupid conversation in a way.  I mean you're
trying to convince me to fuck you and enjoy it, right?"

He smiled.  "I jerk off thinking about you fucking me.  But it's about you,
not so much about your dick.  Although I do love it when you suck me off
and finger my ass."

"What are we doing now?"

"We have go to the grocery store.  We need milk, coffee and," he went to
the refrigerator.  I followed.  He turned.  "Josh, don't doubt me."

He made a list.  We set out for the grocery store.  He said, "It's
different for me than you.  Let's leave you out of this for a moment.  I'm
not drawn to guys.  I mean I notice guys who are good looking and have
great bodies, but it doesn't get me going.  I'm not drawn to a guy
sexually.  But if a situation presents itself and I know the guy and I
think he's hot and I'm in the mood, I'll spend time with him and give and
get head, kiss, touch, and jerk off.  It's sex and I enjoy it.

"With a woman it is different.  I notice women and it stirs something in my
gut.  If she responds I get tingly.  My interest is peaked.  I wonder about
her.  I think about her sexually.  Then maybe I get to know her.  That can
kill that feeling or it can make it more intense."

I said, "That's what you mean when you say you're 75% straight."

"Yeah.  I mean there are so many ways to say it and it's all just words.  I
don't think I could fall in love with a guy.  I can love a guy.  There are
guys I love.  But it's not a sexual thing, but I've had sex with guys.  It
would be like if you had sex with a girl.  You might have fun and enjoy
yourself but then it's over and it's not like you're changed by it or
looking for more of it.  It was fun and hot and interesting and over."

"But you look forward to it with me?"

"Yes.  That's what has been confusing to me.  Once I separate you out, it
all makes sense to me.  It's about something very different with you.  I
think it's because I know you like I'll never know another guy or would
want to know another guy.  It's like I want you to know me like no other
guy will ever know me.  I don't particularly want another guy to know me
the way you do.  It's just this thing I have with you."

We arrived at the grocery store.  He said, "We need to talk more, but
later."

I guess I understood.  I worried that he was being the good big brother and
providing me with what he thought I wanted or needed.  But that's not what
he was saying.

We shopped and walked back, carrying the groceries.

I said, "I just don't want to think that you're doing this for me."

"I'm doing it with you.  Josh, before any of this happened I wanted it to
happen.  When you were heading up here for Christmas I had decided I was
going to put the moves on you and I had decided you were going to fuck me
if you wanted.

"This time I could have gone with John for spring break.  Granddad said
he'd give me the money to go, but I told him that I was hoping he'd come
here with you.  I thought maybe he'd come for a few days and you'd stay
with me and they'd stay at the motel and then he'd take you back with them
or drive you home.  He asked if I had the time to spend with you.  I could
have said no, but I said yes and that you could work out at the pool and
you could just fly home from here so he'd save himself a trip.  If I didn't
want this to be happening, it would not be happening.  I promise you."

I nodded.  We put away the groceries and then undressed.  He said, "What's
going on?  You're being quiet."

"I told you I wanted to be a better brother.  I'm worried that you're being
the good brother and I'm being the jerk who isn't seeing something I should
see.  Are you saying everything?"

We sat on the sofa.  "I and worried about something.  I'm worried that I'm
being selfish."

"You?  That's what I'm worried about.  That I'm being selfish."

"In January, John fixed me up with a female friend of his.  We went out.  I
kind of liked her, but wasn't sure.  I mean I was attracted to her.
Anyway, I started thinking about you and I.  We went out again.  It seemed
nice.  Again, I thought about you."

"What does that mean?"

"If she and I started something serious then.  Well, I don't want to be the
kind of person who is messing around while I'm in a relationship.  You
know, like Jamie."

"I don't want that either."

"I guess I've been worrying that you'd be hurt.  That you'd feel like I was
having sex with you until I found a woman and then I'd say, `no more'.  I
worried that you'd be hurt and would be angry."

"Okay, listen to me.  I love you.  I'm not going to be angry at you if you
find a woman and fall in love.  I get that this is," I sighed.  Tears
filled my eyes.  "David, I love you.  I said this before.  Nothing you'll
do or won't do is going to change that.  I'm excited about what we do, but
I'm going to be looking for a boyfriend when I get here.  And then I don't
want to be Jamie either."

He nodded.

I sighed.  "Fuck, this sounds all wrong.  I know we can't spend our lives
doing this.  Maybe if you were gay and wanted to have a male lover.  Maybe.
Maybe we couldn't pull that off either.  I get that.  I know this has to
end, but it's weird.  I don't think of it as an ending.  It will be this
thing that we shared while we shared it and then we'll not share it.  I
mean maybe if you were gay and found this really hot guy and married him,
maybe I'd feel weird, but I don't think I would either.  I want you to find
someone and I want to find someone."

"Okay, so I promise that I like getting fucked by you.  And I promise that
I can't imagine another guy putting his dick up my ass.  And we understand
that this will end and if my feelings are hurt or yours are hurt we'll
talk."

"I believe you.  David I'll never, never toss you aside.  I'm not Dad.
Please don't think I am."

"I just don't want to hurt you."

"And I don't want to hurt."  He looked at me puzzled.  "You know when I
stick my dick up you ass."

He looked at me with that look.  "Shit," I said.  He pounced and wrestled
me to the floor.  He was behind me, had his legs wrapped around mine and
had his arms locked around mine.  He'd roll me onto my stomach, release one
of his arms and started tickling me.  I squirmed and laughed and pleaded.
He licked my neck and bit my shoulder and kept poking me.

"You're my slave," he said.  "Say yes sir if you agree."

I laughed and shook my head.  More poking and tickling.  I laughed and
pleaded.

"Say it."

This is what he always did.  I'd say yes sir and then he'd let me go.  He
never asked me to be his slave.  Just that I had to agree to be his slave.

I laughed.  "For how long?  Wait, this week is supposed to be my week."

He relaxed.  "Say it.  You're my slave until we go to sleep tonight.  Then
you've got the rest of the week."

"Yes sir."

He released me.  We lay on the floor beside each other.  He said, "We're
good right?"

"I said that I worry about being selfish."

"You're not selfish."

"That's not the right word.  I'm not sure what is.  I worried that you'd
reject me.  I know you won't, but that's what I worried about.  I never
stopped and thought about you might worry that I'd reject you.  I mean it
never occurred to me.  Aaron thinks of me as his best friend and he's mine.
But I think I took that for granted.  I feel like I don't want to do that
anymore."

He said, "So, It never occurred to me that you thought I'd reject you and
that's because I know I would never reject you.  But now I know that you,
like me, worry about that.  We lived in a house where every day we were
rejected in one way or another.  So I think we're just sensitive to that
and kind of expect it."

I nodded.

"As far as Aaron goes.  Stop the shit.  If you took him for granted, then
he took you for granted and that's what good friends do.  They become very
good friends and then stop worrying about keeping them as friends.  Lighten
up on your self."

We decided to hit the books again.  I liked being naked with him.  Besides
the fact that he is great to look at, it felt comfortable.  I had decided
to get at least one chapter ahead of my class over the break.  David was
very good in math and several times over the week he helped me with my
calculus.  That afternoon was no exception.  And, as usual, he went right
into the roll of big brother, and rather than just giving me the answer or
explaining how to work the problem, he would have me go through each step
and explain why I was doing what I was doing.  If I were wrong, he'd
question why I did what I did.  He'd question me until I understood my
mistake.

I loved the attention he gave me and realized how much I missed it.  I had
flashes of being at UX and him helping me with my course work.  I looked at
him and said, "It will be nice to be here in September."

He smiled and nodded.

We made dinner.  Stir Fry Ð a lot of veggies and chicken over brown
rice.

We watched TV and then headed for bed.  We lay in bed fondling each other.
He rolled over on top of me, buried his face in the nape of my neck and
licked and lightly bit down.  I moaned as chills ran through my body.  I
lifted my legs and wrapped them around him.  He scooted down and took my
hard cock into his mouth.  He gently licked and sucked.  I moved around so
that we were head to toe.  I rested my head on his thigh and took him into
my mouth.

We licked and sucked, played with each other's balls.  We took turns
licking each other's ass and then went back to giving head.  We moved off
the bed, each taking turns on our knees as the other stood.  Then he sat on
my chest and fed me his cock while looking down at me.  Slowly he thrust.
It had been over an hour since we started and we had edged each other to
the point of orgasm several times.

I felt his cock head firming.  He sighed loudly while looking down at me.
Then streams of cum exploded into my mouth while we stared at each other.
I swallowed.  He lay on me, breathing hard.  I held him.

"You want to fuck me?" he said.

"No.  I really want head.  I'm so close I can cum just moving against you."

He went down on me, put his mouth on my cock and moved up and down slowly.
My body began to tense and then my legs shook.  It was going to be one of
those easy but intense climaxes.  When it hit, my abs tensed, my shoulders
and back lifted off the mattress and I groaned.  Then my orgasm started.  I
thrust and then shook all over as he licked the head of my cock as I came.

We held each other.  He said, "You know you are going to fuck me before you
leave."

I chuckled.  "More than once, I'm hoping."

He laughed.

He fell asleep.  I thought about all we had talked about during the day.  I
knew the day would come when we'd stop messing around.  I wanted it not to
bother me, and I thought it wouldn't, but I wondered.  He rolled over and
cuddled up against me.  I stared at him.  He's scared like me.  I felt
angry at my parents.  I thought about the many many days when they would
not speak to us.  I thought about how nothing he did or that I did ever
pleased them.  I wondered what my grandfather was going to tell me.

I fell asleep on my side facing him, inches from his face.  I did wake up
later in the night and again I was on my back and his arm and leg were over
me.  I wondered how this happened because whenever I slept alone, I never
woke up on my back, always on my side or stomach.

We went to the pool the next day and met Eric and ran into Matt there.
When Matt spotted me he came over and hugged me.  "Congratulations.  I was
so happy to hear that you were coming here.  And your brother was all
smiles.  I hope you get in my dorm."

David and Eric swam in one lane with other guys they knew.  I joined Matt.
Again we swam for over an hour.  Keeping up with Matt was a lot easier than
keeping up with David.  As I swam I thought about the many long workouts
I'd have in the pool, the hours stretching and in the weight room.  What
made it all worthwhile was the camaraderie on the team.  I thought if the
other guys on the team were anything like Matt and Eric, I would enjoy
being on this team.

The four of us went to lunch.  Veggie and chicken wraps and a protein
smoothie Ð food for athletes.

Matt wanted to drive us back to the apartment, but we had David's bike.  He
said we could shove it in the trunk, but we rode home.  My ass was getting
used to the crossbar.

David wanted to hit the books.  I decided to read.  We had to read five of
eight American authors.  Steinbeck and Twain were required reading and then
we had to chose three others for a list of either/or choices.  I thought
about reading Hemingway, but decided against it and chose Tennessee
Williams instead.  Then there was Whitman or Poe.  I chose Poe.  And then
F. Scott Fitzgerald or Kerouac.  I took the obvious chose Ð Kerouac.

I had finished `The Grapes of Wrath' and `Huckleberry Finn' and had just
started `On the Road'.  "Mrs. Rosen's class?" David said when he saw my
book.

"Yeah.  I just finished Grapes of Wrath."

"I read that.  Damn, that was intense.  The part where that woman nurses
that sick man."

"I know.  I think it's my favorite book so far.  Aaron loves it.  He loves
Steinbeck.  He's read almost everything he wrote."

David shook his head.  "That guy is so bright."  He stared at me.  "Do you
ever think you two could be a couple?"

I felt my stomach churn.  "You can't ever say anything."

"I won't."

"I think about it."  I sighed.  "But what if I fucked it up?  What if it
doesn't work out?  I'd loose him as a friend.  I don't know if I want to
risk it."

"Well, you're not asking, but I think he has always had a thing for you.  I
mean when I used to think you might be bi or gay, well, I was pretty sure
he was gay and it was mostly the way he looked at you.  I think if you
suggested it, he'd go for it."

"I don't want to think about it."

He went back to his books.  I started mine.

We went out for dinner and then to a movie.  Walking home he said, "Are you
horny?"

I was surprised by his question.  I smiled and nodded.  "Always," I said
and chuckled.  "Are you?"

"Yeah, very and I'm not sure why."

"Sounds like fun."

"I wish I hadn't given you the week.  I feel like I need to,"

"I'll give you tonight."

He smiled.  "You sure."

"Fuck yeah."

By the time we got to the apartment I was hard and very horny and wondering
what he had in mind.  We undressed.  He grabbed the lube and went into the
living room.  I followed.

I started to kneel on the sofa.  He said, "No."  I looked at him.  He was
lubing his ass.  "Me first.  Then I want to fuck you."  He tossed me the
lube and knelt down on the sofa with his ass facing me.  He looked back at
me.  "Just go in slow.  I'm tight."

"You're always tight."

"Shut up and fuck me."

I laughed.

I stepped behind him, put my cock against his hole and slowly pressed in.
He sighed and then groaned.  I stopped.  "No," he said.  "I'm good."

I started thrusting, but not going deep.  He reached around, grabbed my hip
and then backed all the way into me.  I was balls deep.  I stopped worrying
about how he was doing and started enjoying what I was doing.  I thrust.
He grunted.  I held his hips and kept thrusting.  I ran my hand up to his
waist and then his back.  His back Ð those muscles.  His shoulders.  I
grabbed his shoulders and kept thrusting.

I pressed deep into him, ran my hands over his pec, his abs and to his
junk.  He was hard and dripping pre cum.

"Don't come," he said.  "Get close, but don't come."

I thrust hard and fast and then pulled out.  He got off the sofa.  I knelt
down.  He went to the bathroom and came back with a towel.  He put it on
the sofa.  I knelt on it.  "What's that for?"

He put lube on my ass and his cock.  He pressed into me.  "Oh fuck, David."
I reached for my cock and he pushed my hand away.  He fucked me hard,
holding my hips.  I steadied myself by holding onto the back of the sofa.
I glanced at me cock and saw that I was dripping pre cum.  Each time he
thrust into me, I felt like I was on the edge of coming.  My body felt on
the edge of climaxing.  I was moaning and grunting.

He held on hip, thrust and reached around and grabbed my cock.  "Oh fuck,"
I moaned.  He wasn't moving his hand but him pounding my ass and the
movement of our bodies was moving my cock through his grip.  "David," I
moaned.  "I'm close."  He kept fucking me hard.  "Fuck.  Oh fuck, oh fuck."
My body shook.  I groaned loudly.  He held my cock as cum exploded from my
dick.  I didn't know if I could stay on my knees, but he grabbed my hips
again and thrust hard and then pressed hard against me.  He was groaning.

He pulled out of me, turned me around and pushed me down on the sofa.  I
sat on the towel that was wet with my cum.  I pushed me down and then lay
on top of me.  I held him and listened to him breathing hard.  He kept
kissing my neck.  We were both still climaxing.  My abs tightened.  My hips
thrust and my cock pulsed.  I held onto him and listened to him breathing.

I knew we were not done which was fine with me.

"That was intense," I said.

"I enjoy it too," he said and laughed.  I laughed.

I stroked his head.  It's odd, I thought, he's older, he's bigger and
stronger, but I'm usually the one who holds him; both after sex and when we
sleep.  When we shower, we soap each other's body and when we hung he
always puts his arms under mine, mine go around him and his head goes on my
shoulder.  I thought about what my grandfather said and kissed his head.

He glanced up at me and smiled.  "I'm hungry."

I chuckled.  "For what?"

"Tacos."

I laughed.  "Seriously?  Tacos."

"I know a place and they're really good.  All fresh stuff.  They have
veggie tacos with black beans."

I laughed as he jumped up.

"It's after ten."

"They're open.  Come on."

We pulled on our clothes, ran out the door, jumped on his bike and rode to
the Taco place.  He was right.  They were fantastic.  They made their own
corn tortillas.  So we each got three soft-shelled veggie tacos with very
hot sauce.  We sat outside and ate.  "John and I make runs here.  They
close at eleven during the week and are open until two on Friday and
Saturday nights.  When everyone is here there are lines."

"You'll have to call us when you make a run and Aaron and I can join you."

He smiled and nodded.  "I know I keep saying this, but I'm so happy you're
going to be here."

"Me too."

Riding back I said, "Damn, they were so good.  My lips are still feeling
the hot sauce."

"When we get back I want a full body massage starting with me lying face
up.  When you're done with my back I want you to fuck me.  Then I'm giving
you a massage and then I'm fucking you."

I chuckled.

"At some point we won't be fucking anymore, so I'm going to get all my
fantasies taken care of."

"You know, if there is ever a time in the future that you're not with
someone and I'm not with someone, we can sneak off for a weekend or a week
or a month and fuck."

He laughed.  "Let's hope that we both find someone to be with."

"I agree."

"You really should think about Aaron."

"Shut up with that.  You know what I think you should do.  Aaron wants to
not be a virgin.  I think this summer you should fuck him."

"Woo, what's that about?  And how would that work?"

"He wants to not have a virgin ass and he'd love it if you fucked him.  You
know, have him sit on your cock.  You'd wear a condom.  Then you could flip
him over and fuck him."

"Why don't you do that for him?"

"You know why.  He wanted Jamie to fuck him but we never got to it.  He
just wants not to be a virgin.  I mean I get it.  You go out on a date and
you're dating some guy and you've never been fucked.  He trusts you and he
thinks you're hot."

"And where will you be?  On a walk?"

"No.  I'd be there."

"What?"

I explained to him that I told Aaron about the Bolts and about David and I
being very casual around each other.  "I told him you've caught me jerking
off and I've seen you with a hard on many times.  I told him we don't do
stuff."

He locked up his bike, went into his apartment and undressed.  "I don't
know.  I mean I guess I could but I don't know."

"Ah, you have a hard on, so I don't think it's completely out of the
question."

"I don't know.  I'll think about it.  What if you and he ever become
boyfriends?  Then I will have fucked your boyfriend."

"I'm cool with that.  And it's not like this big love thing.  It's more
like you're doing him a favor."

"You're making it sound like you're pimping me out."

I laughed.  "My brother the stud."

"If it happened, it would have to be a one time thing.  He'd have to know
that this was not going to happen again."

He got a blanket and a pillow and lay down on the living room floor.  I got
the baby oil he bought at the grocery store and the lube.  He lay down face
up.  I spread oil on my hands and on his chest and shoulders and started
pressing into his muscles.  We stared at each other.  I said, "We could do
a Bolts thing with him.  He's never done anything like that. I know he'd be
crazy hot for it."

He stared at me.  "You know you love him don't you?"

I stared at him.  "Yes.  It's just too scary.  Maybe someday."

"Don't say anything.  Let me think about it.  I mean I'm fine with the
Bolts thing and I'd have no problem trading hand jobs with him, but the
fucking thing.  I'm just not sure."

I massaged his arms and then his abs.  He had an erection.  I massaged it
and then moved on to his legs and feet.  He rolled over.  I did his legs,
then his upper back and then his lower back.  Then I concentrated on his
gluts, hitting the pressure points.

Then I buried my face in his ass.

"Oh fuck," he called out and arched his back.  I fingered him, wet his ass
with lube and then pressed into him.  He grunted loudly.  I put my hands
under his arms and held onto his shoulders.  I licked and bit down on his
neck and ear.  He sighed.  I thrust.

"Fuck, how do you do that?"

"What?" I said thrusting.

"You body is still but it feels like you're pulling almost all the way out
and then going all the way in."

I chuckled.  "It's called hip action.  You should have this down, you do
the butterfly."  As I said that I quickened my pace.

He laughed.  "You fuck like a rabbit."

We both laughed.  He turned his head.  We kissed.  I grabbed him by the
hair, held his head so that he was facing me.  We kissed and I thrust.  My
climax hit and my orgasm was intense.  Kissing does that to me.

It was my turn on the floor face down.  He eased into me and then lay on
me.  I put my hand around him and held him against me.  "Just stay for a
little while," I said.  I loved the feel of the weight of his body on me,
the sound of his breath in my ear.  He licked my neck.  I sighed.  He
chuckled.  I said, "Yeah, I do love that."

He fucked me slowly, gently kissing my neck, licking my ear, pulling my
hair and biting.  Sensations flooded my body.  He moaned.  I moaned.  We
kissed.  He thrust.

Then he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me tightly as he
began to thrust hard and fast.  "Fuck me, David."

The sound of flesh against flesh and moans and groans filled the air.

"Fuck," he grunted and then pressed hard against me.  His body shook almost
violently.  He collapsed on top of me.  I listened to him breathing hard.

We stood in the kitchen drinking water and scoping out the refrigerator.
"Yogurt," he said.

"Yeah, sure."

Standing in the kitchen, he said, "I'm coming down for your graduation.  I
was thinking about how to get you out of there.  You need to have
everything you want to be taken out of the house ready to go.  I won't go
to your graduation.  Everyone else will go and then Granddad said he's
taking everyone out to dinner.  That will give us plenty of time to grab
your stuff and move you out."

"Us?"

"I can get Jamie to help and Tyler will be in town.  We'll throw all your
stuff into trash bags like we did with my stuff.  We'll take all your
clothes and you can leave a list of books and other stuff you want.  Or
give it to me before your graduation.  It won't take us more than an hour
to grab it all."

"So, when would I tell them?"

"Probably when you get home from dinner."

"I'd want Granddad and Grandma there.  You know, because he's going to get
nuts."

"Tell Granddad what you're going to do.  He'll come back to the house.
He'll take you back to the hotel.  We'll get a room for the both of us and
then we can head up here."

It sounded like a good plan, but my stomach felt sick.  I knew what I had
to do and I wanted to do it, but I wanted to be over with.

"Sound good?" he asked.

"Yeah."

Silence.

We got back into bed.

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