Date: Mon, 09 Aug 2004 16:14:08 -0400
From: T.K. Walters <writtenbyachild@hotmail.com>
Subject: All For Him, Chapter Four

Hello, before you read the chapter below, I wanted to give a few character
profiles.  I'll be adding on every now and then, probably whenever a major
character comes into the picture.  Today, the characters shown are Nick,
Pete, and Jake.

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CHARACTER PROFILES

Name:  Nick Atkinson
Birthday:  January 7
Astrological Sign:  Capricorn
Blood Type:  O
Favorite Color:  Purple
Birthstone:  Garnet
Starstone:  Onyx
Hobby:  Listening to music
Favorite Food:  Tiramisu
Least Favorite Food:  Liver
Favorite Subject:  Business/Computer Classes
Worst Subject:  Math
Has Trouble With:  Insecurities
Strong Point:  Romantic

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Name:  Pete Atkinson
Birthday:  August 18
Astrological Sign:  Leo
Blood Type:  B
Favorite Color:  Gold
Birthstone:  Peridot
Starstone:  Ruby
Hobby:  Swimming
Favorite Food:  Risotto
Least Favorite Food:  Hotdogs
Favorite Subject:  Physical Education
Worst Subject:  Literature
Has Trouble With:  Monogamy
Strong Point:  Sex

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Name:  Jake Collins
Birthday:  July 9
Astrological Sign:  Cancer
Blood Type:  A
Favorite Color:  Silver
Birthstone:  Ruby
Starstone:  Pearl
Hobby:  Guitar/Music
Favorite Food:  Burgers/Deli meats
Least Favorite Food:  Milk
Favorite Subject:  Music
Worst Subject:  Math
Has Trouble With:  Keeping focus on anything
Strong Point:  Loyalty

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ALL FOR HIM
By MKP


Chapter Four


It wasn't until later on in the week that I was finally able to use the
pool.  Jake came over and saw that I was about to enter the water when he
asked if he could join me.  I had no problem with it, and he soon took off
his shirt.  This surprised me.  Jake was always one to be shy, never
revealing himself unless he needed to.  He stood there in his cutoff khaki
shorts and waited for me to go in first.

I shrugged and dove into the deeper end of the pool (9 feet) head first.  I
opened my eyes underwater and saw a clear dive when Jake expertly cut
through the water.  It felt amazing; the nicely cool water under the hot
sun.  I remained underwater for a while, just taking in the feeling of the
slick liquid surrounding my body and the feeling of weightlessness.  I
closed my eyes after a while and just let my arms float up and my mind
settle.  It was calming.  Next thing I knew, Jake pulled me up to the
surface.  I took a deep breath and realized that my lungs were aching for
oxygen.

"What the hell?" Jake asked, concerned.

After I caught my breath, I asked, "How long was I under there?"

Jake raised an eyebrow and slowly said, "About three minutes.  Damn, race me
for a second.  Come on."  He gestured to the closest end of the pool and
swam toward it.  I did the same and we ended up out at the edge of the pool.

This put Jake in a position where I could see him much more clearly.  He was
much more advanced in puberty than other guys in the class, even me.  He
already had a nice thick line on his treasure trail and his arms were
covered with the same hair.  I never noticed before but his face was also
stubbly, and it was already the afternoon.  He must've either shaved the
night before and it grew out or he shaved earlier this morning and already
had five o'clock shadow.  His body was quite muscled and defined, but they
did have a boyish quality about them.

Our eyes connected and he said, "GO!" and jumped off the end into the water,
achieving a head start since I was still stunned by him.  Once I realized
what was going on, I immediately tore through the water and used every
muscle I could muster and swam.  I didn't think about what was going on, I
concentrated on one thing, the feel of the water as I felt it curve around
me.

I took a few breaths once in a while but just kept going straight.  When my
hand reached the end of the pool, I flipped over and swam to the other end.
When I reached the starting line, I turned around and saw that Jake was
still at the other end with a dumbfounded expression directed at me.  He
swam toward me and then said, "That's the fastest I've seen anyone swim.
How the hell did you do that?"  He had an excited tone in his voice.
"You're so trying out for the swim team when we get to high school."

"I don't think so," I refuted.  "There's no way you could get me to go out
for a team.  Those guys are usually bitches."

"I'm not, am I?" he asked.

"Oh, you're shitting me," I laughed, "you're trying out for the swim team?!
What happened?  You hated those guys more than I did!"

"I never hated them!  Don't put words in my mouth.  It's just, I thought it
would be cool, you know?  Lettering in swimming could be kinda cool.  Your
brother's on the swim team, is he a bitch?"

I rolled my eyes.  "Yeah, sometimes he could be a bitch."

Jake did a double take and incredulously said, "Wait, am I hearing this
right?  YOU are talking bad about your BROTHER?  What did he do?  Not
include you in something that you didn't want to do?  Or, wait, he gave you
a drink when you wanted one.  No, no!  I got one, he stopped driving you to
places because you didn't like the type of car he has and he'll buy another
one just to drive you around."

"Don't get persnickety with me!  It's not that, but yeah, he can be a bitch.
  Seriously, you really want to go out for the swim team?"  Jake nodded and
climbed out of the water and sat on the edge, his calves deep in the water.
I took my place next to him and patted his wet shorts and said, "Okay, if
you really want to, but I'm not having anything with it.  I can't stand
competition, you know that."

He shrugged and laid back.  He shielded his eyes with his arm from the sun.
I did the same and we laid there for an hour, actually falling into a
daydream.
__________

In my dream, I was with Jake in a classroom.  It was after school and we had
detention, which we normally did if we had a class together anyways.  The
teacher, Mr. Linn had gone out of the room since it was `our detention', not
his.  We sat next to each other in a pair, his desk right next to mine.  He
was on the right and I was on the left.  Night already began and that was
when I should've realized that it was a dream.

If I didn't get it then, the next thing my dream self did was what alerted
me to it.  Jake was asleep and I just sat there with a nervous glance at
every single shadow created by papier-mâché airplane and tennis ball.  Dream
self got a look on his face and his hand moved from on top of the table to
underneath Dream Jake's.  D-Jake instantly woke up from the hand that rubbed
up and down on his lap.  I heard D-self unzip D-Jake's zipper and then . . .
__________

"Wake up," a voice whispered in my ear.

Shaken, I jolted up and saw Pete squatting next to me on my left side.  To
my right, I saw that Jake was also asleep, his arm still over his eyes.

"Hey, Kiddo, you better watch out.  You don't want Mom and Dad coming home
to find you with a hardon and Jake right next to you.  It wouldn't be common
courtesy."

I smiled for the first time because of Pete since last weekend.  It felt
good to be cool with him again but I don't really know if I am good with him
yet.  I was overwhelmed with emotions that I repressed for the past three
months.  I let the cloud over my head disappear like those clouds that came
earlier that week and wrapped my hands around his neck.  I hugged him tight
and I apologized.

"I was a bitch.  Sorry, I shouldn't have turned you down."  I sniffled and a
tear ran down my eye.

"Hey," Pete said with concern.  He broke the hug, wiped the tear off with
his thumb and said, "I was a dick that night.  You did the right thing.
It's a good thing that you know better to be careful."  I couldn't help it;
I grabbed on to him again and held him tight.  I haven't done this since I
was a child.  I felt like a child but I wanted to be comforted.  Pete
provided that comfort.  With me still on him, he stood up and took me with
him.  His right arm wrapped around my back and his left one rested behind my
head.  "Hey, calm down.  We have to be more careful.  We don't want to freak
Jake out.  Can I come into your room tonight?"

I nodded, still slightly sniffly.  "Don't need to ask."  I gave him one
more, tight squeeze and then let him go.  When he pulled away, I realized
that my swimming trunks were still wet and I had inadvertently drenched his
crotch with water.  Sympathy came to my eyes and he laughed.

"Don't worry about it.  I'll be there tonight," he said before he left.

I sat back down and thought I saw Jake stir.  He didn't, it was just a
glimmer from the sun on the water droplets on his body.  I realized that if
I didn't wake him, he'll burn.  I sat down and touched his chest to try and
wake him.  He got up almost immediately.  "Ow," he said softly.

I leaned in and saw that he was already sunburned.  I apologized for keeping
him out here for so long.  He told me not to worry about it since he was the
one who suggested that he go swimming with me.  It was quite funny when I
looked at his face closely, where his arm laid, now there was a patch of
pale skin surrounded with red flesh.  I told him about it and he laughed.
"I guess we shouldn't do that, again.  Ow."

I patted his back.  I carefully touched his shoulder and we walked to the
outside bathroom to wash the chlorine that we had accumulated from the swim.
  It was a regular bathroom but instead of just one showerhead, there was a
four head locker-room style shower-room, since when we had family over, guys
didn't have to wait by for a person to wash-off before stepping in.  The
women, on the other hand, usually went upstairs to separate baths.  It
wasn't proper for them to be treated as locker-room fodder.  As we walked
in, I began to take my swimming trunks off and dropped them in the hamper.
I made a mental note to wash them after the shower upstairs.

Jake did the same, not at all worried about his nudity.  I wasn't either,
since we've been naked around each other for a long, long time.  God, I
don't even remember the last time we've ever been modest with each other.
While he fiddled with his water temperature, he kept his back turned to me.
I looked him over and I realized how sightless I've been.  He was beautiful,
a work of art.  When he got it to the right temperature, he stepped under
the lukewarm water and let the beads fall onto his face and along his hair.
He brushed his hair away from his face and dragged his fingers through the
silky fibers.

I changed the water to get colder on my showerhead and began to harshly
brush the chlorine off of my body and ran to get a towel.  I wrapped it
about myself quickly and gave one to Jake before we went through the back
door of the bathroom that led into the house through the kitchen.  I let him
borrow a pair of pants to wear home since I wanted him to go so I can go be
with Pete but when I looked out the window, I realized that Pete wasn't even
home so I settled down on my bed and Jake did the same.  We watched TV for
an hour, my focus actually on what I was watching, and just laid together.
We got closer and closer together during that hour.  Sometimes, my leg would
touch his and he wouldn't move it at all.  Or when we laid top to tail, his
arm fell on my leg and he left it there for the rest of the TV show.

Around eight o'clock, he said that he needed to get home.  Luckily, Pete got
home a few minutes after that and said that he would drive him home instead
of making Jake's parents drive all the way out here.  We lived thirty
minutes from the city and Jake lived just at the outskirts.  I decided not
to go with them and just went upstairs to take the bath that I craved.  I
lit some candles-rosehip and lavender-and let the water get nice and hot
before I slipped into it.  My ears covered by ear phones, I closed my eyes
and let myself drift in and out of consciousness before I fell asleep, the
aromatherapy easing my tense body.
__________

The dream I had seemingly felt so cliché that I didn't know whether I was
dreaming about a porn I saw or whether I was just so boring.  There was a
UPS man that came over to the house delivering a package to me.  I never saw
his face but when he pounced me and tore off the towel that I used since I
came from a shower, I realized that he was quite stubbly.  He was still
faceless when I ran my hand along his strong jaw line and when he kissed me.
  He took off my pants and directed himself in between my legs and inserted
his . . .
__________

The water splashed around me and when I opened my eyes, I saw Pete getting
into the tub with me, straddling my waist.  He seemed to do this a lot,
spreading his legs.  The thought came to me and I blushed.

"Again?" he asked.  "All in one day?  Damn, you have an overactive
imagination."

I detached the ear phones.  "He made it home?"

"Yes," Pete said as he ran his hands through the water and around my ribs.
He wet my chest and ran his strong, calloused hands over my shoulders and
neck.  I spread my legs and he sat on the tub between them.  He grabbed a
sponge from the end of the tub and lathered up.  "This was a really good
idea.  I feel so grimy."

"Why?  Where did you go?" I asked, sincerely wondering.  I haven't spoken to
him in a while so I don't really know what he's been up to.

"I'll tell you when you get older, but for now, just let it go.  Now, we
have to talk again."

"We do?" I asked, puzzled.

He nodded, moved closer to me, and his dick fell on top of mine.  His felt
so heavy on against mine.  I can't wait till I get older.

"Don't you think we should talk?"

"About what?"

"You could be clueless sometimes.  Come here," he said as he gestured for me
lean in.  I did and he grabbed my jaw and kissed me before I could say
anything.  It was short but it completed something I wanted for the longest
time.  I melted under his lips.  No tongue but it was still unbelievable!
When he pulled away, I was flabbergasted and in awe, my lips still tingling
from the kiss.  "Wow," I whispered.

Pete gave me a funny smile and mussed my hair.  "Kiddo, all you had to do
was ask."  He took my dick in his hand and jerked me off under the water.
It was a different feeling, a slicker feeling than just using our precum.
It was my turn to take the lead and kissed him, this time much longer and
much more passionate than his earlier brotherly kiss.  This held the love
that I was holding for so long and the feeling of inadequacy from this being
my first kiss dissipated when he kissed back.  Still no tongue, but it felt
so amazing that I actually felt myself coming closer and closer to orgasm.
When we separated, I was breathless.

"Again," Pete said, "but this time breath through your nose."

We tried it again, this time it was much longer than the last one, lasting
well longer than five minutes, which was what the second kiss was.  I
couldn't help it.  From the sight I saw in the outside bathroom and the fact
that I haven't cummed in over two days, I released a torrent of white cum
into the water.  Clouded water told Pete what had happened if he didn't
realize it from my moans after I broke the kiss.

"Well, I guess we have to change the water before I take a bath."

I smiled at him and said, "Sorry, your fault."

"How's it mine?!" he asked.

"You're the one who hasn't played with it for the past week.  It felt lonely
so he found someone else to play with."

Pete laughed.  "Really?  Does that mean that the scene I walked into earlier
was really a scene?  Did you pervert Jake?  Did you turn that poor boy gay?"

Appalled, I slashed him with water.  We played around before we got out took
a quick shower before we went to my room.  We jerked each other off one more
time and fell asleep before my parents even went to bed.
__________

When I woke up that morning, Pete, already awake, faced me with his eyes
wide open.   His hand rested on my neck and his thumb stroked behind my
earlobe softly.  We were just a few inches away from each other, less than
four probably, and he kept his mouth tilted downward.  He settled closer to
me and rested his forehead on mine.  I closed my eyes and just tried to take
in what he might have thought at that very moment.  It was a form of
communication that I wanted to learn right then and there.

It was minute but I heard what he told me.  `I love you.  I always will.
You're the voice in my head that keeps telling me to go for it; the light
that guides me though.  Don't be jealous; we have something more special
than other relationships I'll ever have, something much more passionate and
something that holds a tighter bond between us.  We're brothers, Nick.  That
will never be broken.'

Pete's thumb moved again and he sat up.  The covers were on the floor, the
heat lifting it off of us during the night.  We were both quite aroused from
the night before, but neither one of us said anything about it.  We ignored
the other's hardon, dismissed it as an aftereffect of having to pee, which,
not inaccurately, was true in my part.  Both of us got off the bed and we
walked to the restroom, Pete trailed the back end, still slightly asleep.
He followed me into the restroom, and we both emptied our bladders.  We let
out soft grunts to show what we wanted.  He wanted his toothbrush, which I
gave him.  I wanted to take a shower, which he let me have as he tempered
the water and started the rainfall.  I brought my toothbrush into the shower
with me and while I wet my hair, I brushed my teeth.  Pete opened the glass
shower door, which was located a few feet from the claw foot tub that
started everything, and entered as I took a sponge and lathered my body.
Pete took the sponge from me and washed my back.  I did the same to him.  We
made sure that the other was fully clean before we shampooed our hair.  He
did his own, since it was awkward for me to reach all the way up there, but
he did mine too.  When we both rinsed under the showerhead, he hugged me and
we stayed under the rainfall for at least five minutes.

When we decided to get out of the shower, we quickly toweled out and got
dressed.  We made it downstairs early enough to see Mom and Dad in the
living room.  They were talking before we came in and when we did, Mom said,
"Oh, good.  We have to talk."

A crashing guilt came to me.  Did they know about Pete and me?  I turned to
Pete but if he did think the same, he didn't show any of it.

"Yeah," Dad started.  "Your mom and I are gonna go out of town for a few
weeks."

"What for?" Pete said as he walked away from me to the two on the couch.

Dad pulled out a manila folder and said, "I've been told to review some of
the restaurants in Boston.  They need me there in two days.  We're leaving
tonight.  Your Mom wants to go since she's always wanted to go to Boston
since she left after college.   We just wanted to make sure that you two
will be fine by yourselves for the rest of the summer."

Pete's eyes lit up and he cried, "You mean we get the house to ourselves for
three months?!  All right!"

"Now, wait a minute," Mom interjected.  "Don't think that you can just run
the house anyway you want.  I don't want to come back to a hole in the
ground."

"We know," Pete said for the both of us.

"You're gonna live there?" I interrupted.

Mom explained everything, "Yeah, for a while.  You know your Aunt Janet
lives there and we're gonna stay with her the first few days before we
sublet a flat for a few months.  After that, though, we'll come back."

Dad stepped in and said, "The reason we'll be there for so long is because
they want me to be stationed there like I was a native to the place, when in
fact, your mom's the actual native.  That's another reason I'm taking her
with me."

"Pete, you know how to run this place better than we do," Mom said.  It was
true.  "We want you to take care of all the expenses the house needs and
also to take care of Nick.  If I find that he was left alone by himself for
even a minute, then-"

"Hey!" I interrupted, again.  "I can take care of myself.  I'll be fifteen
in January!"

Mom glared at me and then said, "Still, I'd feel better knowing that someone
is in the house with you."  Then, she directed at Pete a few instructions.
"You know what to do with the mail.  FedEx me all the bills and I'll pay
them at Boston.  Otherwise, you'll take care of everything else.  I'm
leaving you the debit card.  You know the PIN numbers already; tell your
brother what they are.  You know where all the money goes; tell your brother
where.  DON'T leave him alone for too long."

I huffed slightly, totally ignored by my Mom and Pete but Dad heard me and
he smiled.  He got up and mussed my hair.  "Hey, don't worry about it.
She'll ease up sooner or later," he told me.

Mom threatened, "Pete, I trust you.  If you mess this up-"

"Then no trip to Europe," Dad said.

Pete's eyes lit up.  "Holy shit, you're letting me go?!"

Mom smacked his knee.

Pete gave her his loveable smile and sheepishly said, "Sorry, I got excited.
  But seriously?  You're letting me go?"

Dad nodded and said, "If you take your brother with you."  He looked at me
through the corner of his eyes and knew I was dumbstruck.

"I'm going?" I asked as my voice slight quivered.

"All right!" Pete yelled, over excited.

Mom and Dad laughed.  Then she said, "Calm down.  We'll see how you make it
through these three months and if you're still alive if I find anything at
all out of order, then I don't see why you both can't go.  That is, if you
want to take Nick."

"Are you serious?!" Pete asked, amused.  "Of course, I wanna take him!  What
could be better?!"

I blushed from his words and his excitement.

"Well," Dad said, "if that's everything, we need to get packing."

Pete was still in euphoria when Mom and Dad left.  I felt myself enter that
state of mind as I sat next to him on the couch and we both just stared at
the ceiling, just taking in the fact that we'll be alone for three months
and we'll be going to be traveling through Europe the next summer.
__________

That night, after we dropped Mom and Dad at the airport, Pete opened the
door to a house that belonged just to the two of us for the first time.
Even when our parents were a week away on a trip, the house still felt like
it was being watched; which, I think, it was, by the neighbors.  Only this
time, they said that we were in charge, something they've never told us.
Actually, Pete's the one in charge; I'm the baby who can't be left alone.

"Aw, don't think of it like that, Kiddo.  They just don't like it when they
think that you could get hurt in anyway.  I feel the same way; it's just
that I don't hold you on a leash," Pete said as he let me into the house.

"Would you guys quit using that phrase; I feel like a mutt."

Pete said something I couldn't hear since I went straight up to my room and
he went back outside.  It was around 9:30 and Pete wanted to bring Katie
home for some activities that I didn't want to know about.  We've been
getting along better now, Katie and me.  I mean, there is still some
resentment on my part but I've accepted that she's a part of Pete's life and
that means that I'll have to live with her.  She doesn't at all know that I
don't like her, I've tried to keep that information to myself, but I think
that Pete picked up on it at the end-of-school party.

After about a few minutes in my room, a thought hit me and I went downstairs
to the wine closet and picked a nice dessert wine to go with a tiramisu that
Pete made earlier that day.  I popped the cork, almost hurting myself since
it was the first time I ever used a cork screw, if not opening a bottle.  I
placed the opened bottle in an ice-bucket and left it on the table to chill
and breathe.  I put out two plates and dessert spoons.  I lit a few votive
candles, a dozen or two at least, and turned off the lights. I made sure
that the candles were in a tube-like holder; just in case the wax catches on
fire, it would only fall onto the glass.  Plus, I kept anything flammable
away from all the candles.

I grabbed another bottle of chardonnay to take with me up to my room, in its
own ice-bucket.  I was sure that Dad wouldn't mind that I pulled out a
bottle after he had that talk with me.  Also, Mom wouldn't know that I had
gotten one since Dad was usually the only one to enter the wine closet,
which held close to more than 100 bottles.  Knowing Dad, he'd probably bring
back at least twenty-five more from Boston.

I heard the car pull up just around the time I was at the top of the stairs.
  I placed the wine on the floor and peeked down the stairs that lead into
the foyer.  Katie was the first to enter the house, after Pete unlocked the
door.

"Wow," she said as she saw what I had done.  It was quite beautiful if I
don't say so myself.  Every single corner in the lower half of the house
held an atmosphere serenity and romance.

Pete entered and did the same as Katie did, shocked to see what he came home
to.  He smiled and I did the same.  Katie was now out of the foyer, out of
my vision.  Pete was still in awe but when he turned to the stairwell, I was
sure he saw a dark figure pass through and he must've heard a door shut.

I didn't want to eavesdrop but I couldn't help it since I was supposed to
not be home.  They could do whatever they do but hearing a TV or a stereo
playing would otherwise discourage them from doing whatever they do.
Instead, I tried my hardest to avoid the walls and quickly put on headphones
to drown out the noise of them fornicating.  Lisa Hall's "Is This Real?" was
the first song that came on when I turned on my mp3 player.  I fell asleep
listening to the melodious music and was woken up hours later.  I looked at
my alarm clock when I felt the bed move behind me and saw that it was a bit
before 1 o'clock.  I yawned and said, "Made it before curfew."

"Yeah," Pete said as he threw his shirt and pants over me and on the floor
at my side of the bed.  We cuddled up and Pete took my hand held it.  "Thank
you, that was incredibly sweet."

I nodded and the back of my head rubbed across his forehead.  I realized
that I didn't hear was he said.  He told me that with just the use of his
body, every body part screamed of gratitude.  Once I got back to sleep, I
was propelled into a tranquil, dreamless state where all thoughts were gone
and life just held me in the form of my brother.
__________

Our lives has pretty much changed and turned into a wonderful routine where
we would sleep cuddling and would always wake up spooning.  After that we
took our morning piss hardons and relieved them in the toilet and began our
sequence in the bathroom.  Usually, I take my toothbrush with me into the
shower.  Pete brushed his teeth while I tempered the water.  After he
brushes, which is about the time where I wet my hair and start, he enters
the shower stall and begins to wash my back.  When I finish brushing, I wash
his back and everywhere else and then he finished me off.  He shampoos his
hair next, and then mine; and we rinse off and dry.  During all this we'd
end up soft but after the shower is shut off, we're hard as ever.  We
wouldn't say anything throughout all this.  When we dressed, we always
dressed alone, giving each other what little privacy the other wanted.

Pete would cook breakfast, or brunch depending on what day it is, and we
would eat out in the patio.  Afterwards, we put the plates into the
dishwasher and the pots into the sink before we did our own thing.  What
that meant was, I was in the pool and Ted was out with a few friends.  When
he came home, it was around lunch time so he always brought me something.
When I'm not alone, which is rare, he makes my friend and me something to
eat before going into his room to check his e-mail.  Things were going
great; we also set up a rhythm for our jack off sessions.  On Tuesdays,
Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays I would have him all to myself, always
having one leisurely jack off before bed and two quick ones just before he
left with he friends and one before he went to check his e-mail.

Though one time, it was a Monday, Pete came home early and I still had Jake
over.  We were playing a board game on the floor of the living room.  Pete
came into the house, not surprised that Jake was there, but a bit annoyed.
It's not that he didn't like Jake, but it looked like he was incredibly
horny.

"Hey, guys," Pete said with a frustrated groan.  "What're you up to?"

I gestured toward the game board.

He nodded and then said that he would be upstairs, "Try to keep the noise
level down."

Jake looked at me with a funny look and then went back to the game.  I did
the same but not wholeheartedly.  In the end, I lost and I rushed Jake home.
  His dad came to pick him up since Jake and I thought that Pete wouldn't be
home until much later.  I told him to come over tomorrow afternoon for a
swim, but that's all I said to him before I pushed him out of the house,
along with Mr. Collins.

Up the steps and I stood in front of Pete's room.  I knocked, softly aft
first but a little louder after I said his name.  "Pete?  Can I come in?"  I
reached for the door knob and opened the door and found Pete naked with a
huge hardon in front of his computer.

"Nick!" he said suddenly.  His hand flew and hit a few keys on the keyboard
before I even made it inside of his room.  But when I did finally enter, his
old confident self returned.  He wasn't scared anymore, just overly turned
on and slicked.  In fact, he gestured me to him and said, "Can I get a
little help?  Katie wouldn't put out today."  My ears and eyes perked up,
happy to know that I would help him in any way, especially this way.  His
dick looked like it was much slicker than it normally gets and I asked him
about it.  Pete smiled and pulled out a bottle of lube and said, "Haven't
used it in a while."

I reached for his dick and told him to get on the bed.

"Actually, I was wondering," Pete started when he grabbed his boxers from
the floor and wiped off the lube, "if you would do something else?  I'd do
you to, of course."

My eyes blew open and I asked, "Right there?"  I was actually getting really
turned on.

Pete widened his already huge smile and nodded.  I got to me knees and in
between his legs.  Down there, I took one more look at his eyes before I
covered his dickhead with my mouth and started to suck him down, giving it
all I got.  I tongued the sides of his dick while the head passed into my
throat.  I scraped his dickhead twice but he didn't do anything but hiss and
create more precum.  There wasn't any taste from the lube, nor did I think
there to be but just the fact that I had caught him jacking off made me so
horny that I had to get out of my own clothes.  It was so fucking hot being
there, out in the open, sucking the dick of the god who taught me the
basics.  I ran my tongue down the underside of his dick before I took it out
of my mouth.  Pete took the chance to stand up and shut the computer screen
off.

I pulled off my shirt, not worrying about the buttons, and Pete tried to
help but only succeeded in leaving my stuck with both my undershirt and
shirt stuck over my head and under my arms.  He tugged on it hard and I was
sure that I heard something rip but didn't even register it since I pounced
him and kissed him, roughly.  I got pretty good at it, too.  My lips were
pursed with his and he tried his best to take back hold of the situation by
sticking his tongue into my mouth but I took the lead by biting his bottom
lip firmly.  He groaned and stuck his tongue down farther into me before he
flipped me onto my back and used his whole weight to keep me in control.  I
gave him that, only enough time to take my jeans and boxers off in one fell
swoop.  Pete was no longer the seductive guy.  He was so horny that he just
took my dick into his mouth and tried to get me off the fastest way.  He
used every single trick that I knew and then some.  He used his two slow,
ten fast, and balls trick.

I squealed when he dragged his teeth against the topside of my dick.  Then
he flipped me so we were horizontal to the bed.  He sucked my dick again,
before I could say anything else and again, he made me scream in delight.
His hand popped to my mouth, but his mouth stayed on my dick, his suction
enough to pull more and more precum down his throat.  He tried to cover my
moans but all it succeeded in was me sucking on two of his fingers, copying
what he was doing to me.  I was really into it now, not caring whether the
neighbors heard all my sexual groans and grunts, all I wanted was for him to
slow down because it was all too much!  I felt myself going closer and
closer to orgasm but he didn't do anything to stop me.  I prepared for the
orgasm of my life by placing a pillow over my head, which Pete took away
from me instantly and placed underneath my ass.  I couldn't register
everything yet but when he spread my legs, I realized what he was about to
do and I soon felt a moist, hot tongue on my asshole.  It dug into me,
stretching me out and giving me one pleasure I never felt before.  It burned
but it felt so fucking good that I grounded myself onto him until I felt him
go deeper.  Then I felt it go away and his mouth on my dick, but he placed
his finger in front of my puckering asshole and pushed hard.  I grabbed onto
his head and screamed in sexual frustration.  I wanted to cum so badly but
he was toying with me so much.

"Ple-e-e-ease," I begged.  "It's too much!"

Once I felt him moving around in me, I began to grunt more and more, groan
less and less.  And when his finger touched my prostrate, I let out an
anguished yell as my back arched and I cummed into Pete's hard sucking mouth
that coaxed more and more and more precum away from my body, draining all
that I can produce in a month.  His finger kept torturing my poor button
harder and harder and I could feel my fluids passing through the small gland
in and out though my cum-producing tube and into Pete's mouth.  Twelve
shots, thirteen, fifteen, it seemed like it wouldn't at all stop but it had
to.  It did.  I blacked out.
_________

When I regained consciousness, Pete was next to me jacking off furiously.  I
watched him carefully-my body still trying to recover from the sudden
dehydration-and saw that every single muscle fiber was taut and was focused
on bringing that one organ happiness.  I couldn't handle helping him because
I didn't know what would happen if he decided he wanted another go at me.
My poor heart, and aching asshole, wouldn't be able to take it.  When the
first shot of his cum flew out of his dick, I began to drift back to sleep.
At the brink of sleep, I heard Pete say something that sounded much like,
"Did you enjoy the show?"

I heard a laugh and realized that it wasn't Pete's.

**********

To Be Continued

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