Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 15:32:40 +0100
From: Nell Bas <helledon12@gmail.com>
Subject: The Last Feres chapter 3

Sorry for the delay guys, was on vacation on an island somewhere in the
middle of the Indian Ocean.

For those who emailed me, I thank you for your support and encouragement.
Happy reading!

      				The Last Feres
       				  Chapter 3

As soon as I heard Charlie's truck pull out of the driveway my cock was out
and I was ready for some porn. Part of my morning ritual is to jerk off in
bed before I got up but since I couldn't do it with Wren there I supposed I
would do it here.

Browsing through my private video collection, I chose a scene where a buff
dude pulverized a twink hole to kingdom come. It was one of my
favourite. It started with the twink sucking the big man, lubricating the
cock with spit, getting it ready for his ass. The twink was cute and the
bigger dude not so cute, however, it wasn't his face I was interested in
rather his cock. The cock in question was a monster.  What it lacks in
girth it made up in lengths; a good nine to ten inches I would say.

As the big guy mounted the twink doggy-style I began stroking my own
dick. It took me a while to match their rhythm but once I got it I was in
heaven. They changed positions two times before they end up with the twink
on top ridding the monster.  Faster and faster he rode and so did I;
jerking off. After a couple of minutes I had to slow down because I sensed
that I was close. It took another minute before the big guy announced that
he was cumming. The little dude pulled the cock out and started lapping at
it.

`Here it comes... argh!' The big guy spewed his juice all over the little
dude's face and I a few second later on my chest and abs.

`Bravo. Bravo,' someone cheered from behind me. I quickly struck the
keyboard and the screen went blank. In the process I nearly toppled over
and crushed my face on the desk. With an unsteady hand, I grabbed my
T-shirt to hide my spent penis but Wren reached me in time to stop me.

`Here, let me do that,' he said.

Turning three shades of red, I looked up dazed as Wren threw my T?shirt on
the floor and wheeled the desk-chair around. Then he knelt down between my
legs and smiled evilly. Before I had a chance to protest or even recover
from the shock and embarrassment, he leaned in and licked cum off my chest,
then my abs. I sat there transfixed as he licked the trail of cum down to
my crotch. Ashamed, I shiver in pleasure. Without realizing it I let out a
soft moan to which he chuckled with relish. Realizing what I have done, I
tried to push him away but there was no moving him. That guy was rock
solid. What's more he had my cock in his mouth.

`I'm hungry. You think you got more to give?' he asked a second later. I
didn't answer because I really didn't have to. My cock already did it for
me. It instantly grew stiffed in Wren's mouth.

Traitor, I though.

Without flinching, I watched as Wren sucked my cock to my amazement. He
took his time measuring every inch of my five-er with his tongue. He
licked, savored and sucked another juice out of me within minutes.

`Thanks for breakfast. Now what's for lunch?'

Seeing that I was finally free, I pushed and wheeled the chair away from
him then fumbled to get my boxers on. At a loss for words, I rushed out of
the study, heading straight for my room. Wren followed me and was in before
I had any chance of closing the door.

`Hey there,' he said placing a heavy hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it
away and took a step back. I was scared, confused, and in shocked.

Wren closed the gap between us. Trapped between him and the dresser, I had
nowhere to go. Suddenly, feeling weak in the knees, tears welled in my eyes
and my lips began to quiver. Wren grabbed my shoulders once more to steady
me when he thought I might fall.

`Look, don't cry,' he said. `I didn't mean to scare you? I shouldn't have
done what I did but I couldn't stop myself.'

I whimpered and he hugged me, held me close to his bare strapping chest,
and I let him.

We stayed like this for sometimes. Once I stopped crying, Wren urged me
into the bathroom and told me to freshen up. He then left me by myself.

Everybody have their own way of deal with their problems, mine was simply
accept what is. So, by the time I walked out of the bathroom I was nearly
my old self again. I donned in my casual clothes and followed the sounds of
Wren laughter coming from the den.

I found him on the couch watching TV while shoving his face with pancakes
as if he hadn't eaten for days. Leaning against the door frame, I gave him
the once-over. I find myself in awe of his taut, lean frame as he sat there
wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. I tried to tear my gaze from
the pale outline of his gorgeously rippled torso, but it was no use, and
his devilishly handsome feature shifted into a knowing grin as he caught me
staring.

`Like what you see?' He drawled.

`Yes,' I said boldly.

`Huh. Look who decided to come out of his shell.'

I blushed and he laughed at my expense.

`Have anymore to give?' He nodded at my crotch. I laughed ? well, more like
giggled. God, I'm such a girl.

`No.'

He huffed. `Too bad, I could use some more vitamins.' We both laughed.

I climbed on the couch next to him and drew my feet under me.

`Can I ask you something?'

`Yeah, shoot.'

`Are you gay?' He tore his gazed from the TV and looked directly at me. At
first I thought he was playing dumb but then his bewildering expression
told me that he perhaps was confused about his own sexuality.

`You do know what gay means right?' I joked.

He grinned. `If you're asking if I'm happy, the answer would be yes I am,
although, if you're referring to my sexuality, I can't say whether I'm gay
or not.'

`Huh!'

`Where I come from there's no concept of the word "gay" or "straight" to
describe sexuality like you do here. Our labels on sexuality are
exclusively base on lifestyle choices rather than sexual behaviors.'

What a genius ideal to avoid the heat, I though.

I just sat there and looked intently at Wren for a while. He bared no
family resemblance to his brother at all, well, except for the hairdo. One
thing was certain though; they share the same bad sense of humor.

`You have a strange way with words. You know that, don't you?'

`You're catching on fast. I like that.'

I chuckled.

For the rest of the morning Wren was glued to the TV. For a while, I sat
with him and tried to engage him into a conversation or two but after a
time we ended up watching `Scrubs' and laughing our ass off.


Around six o'clock in the evening, I came downstairs wearing a pair of
contrast cuff jeans and a white T?shirt with hem stripe, ready to go party
with Sally. By then Charlie and Eric had been back for hours.

I entered the kitchen where they were and announced my departure.

`Rye, you didn't tell me you were going out?'

`Sorry Char. It was a last minute thing,' I lied.

I hate to bail on Charlie especially now that we had guests but I was
nearly eighteen, I needed to be out having fun.

`Okay but would you mind taking Wren with you. The guy needs a break. He'd
been glued to the TV like a moth to a flame.' We all laughed because it was
so true.  When I checked the den earlier the guy was still in his boxers
skimming through channels trying to watch everything at once. It was so
funny, as if they did not own a television set where he was from.

Speaking of the devil, just then Wren strolled in.

`Rye, can I get some more of these,' he said raising the empty bowl of
popcorn in my face. But then when he saw Charlie and his brother he
bellowed, `Hey, when did you guys get back?'

`Hours ago,' replied his brother.

`Huh, Strange, I never heard you came in.'

`Of course you didn't. We could hear the TV from a mile down the road,'
Charlie joked.

 Was I really that out of it?'

`Yep,' the three of us said in unison.

Eric approached his brother and yanked the empty bowl from his grasp and
placed it on the counter then veered him in my direction.

Did I mention that both the brothers had long, dark, hefty manes that hung
around their perfectly sculptured faces? I found them somewhat sexy,
especially Wren's, which bared a striking resemblance to Steven Strait's
hairdo in 10, 0000 BC.

`Go get some clothes on buddy. Riley is taking you out.'

While Wren was upstairs getting ready I waited in the living room. I sent a
text to Sally telling her that I would be late. She texted asking how late
and that she was already there with the guys. I wrote about half an hour to
which she replied to hurry for she was dying for some real conversation. We
exchange a few more lines before she asked me to get my ass over there. I
laughed and put the phone in my jean pocket.

Bored, I listen as Wren thundered to the bedroom after his shower. And
that's when I notice a strange looking box on the coffee table. I'd
ransacked the entire house for a photo of my mom last year (to which I
found none) and never came across that box before. I figured that it must
have been Eric who brought it in the house.

The box in question was old but in perfect condition. It can easily pass
for a jewelry box but rather a large one. It was the sort of thing found in
an antic store or something. On it was an engraving in a strange written
language I've never came across. Curious, I leaned in to have a closer
look. Since there were no locks I figured I would be able to open it. I
reached out for it and the moment my hand made contact I went still and
fog-like images started flowing through my head.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the flashes of images, I started shacking
as if I was having a seizure. Seconds later the flashes stopped and
everything went dark. The next thing I knew I was floating in the air
surrounded by loud voices.

...................

That's it for chapter three guys. Learn more about Rye and Wren in the next
chapter. Too bad Alex won't be back until chapter 5, I think.

Nell