Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: Looking for a boy like me|
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This part continues to be b/b and gay. Please do not bother reading unless you are into it.
"What the fuck!" Jason exclaimed.
My eyes flew open. I had been sleeping on my stomach and Tyler had been sleeping with an arm and leg thrown over my back, his morning wood pressed to the side of my butt. We were still naked, of course, and though we had been under the bedcovers earlier, those were now down onto the backs of our legs. Standing beside my bed was my brother Jason.
Panicking, I looked for Brandon and David, but only Jason was in the room and he had evidently closed the door behind him when he came in.
Tyler was coming awake, too, but didn't roll off me, not with a hardon. Instead, he tried to slide down behind me.
Jason wheeled and started to leave.
"You aren't going to tell anyone are you?" I asked.
"Oh yeah!” he said, wheeling on me and exclaiming with his hands. “Hey guys, guess what goes on at my house! Wait till I tell you about my best friend and my brother, who I THOUGHT were so cool -- NO! I'm not going to tell anybody!" He glared at me. "This is seriously freaking me out. I gotta get outta here." He started to turn for the door again. "I'm going with the other guys over to Brandon's house." He paused and his eyes dropped back to our naked bodies, and darted away. "Shit!" he yelled. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He slammed the door behind him.
A second later, it opened again and he leaned inside. "And lock your fucking door!" he yelled, flipping the lock and slamming it again.
I turned to look at Tyler. His eyes were wide and he swallowed hard.
"Wait! Did he say he thought I was cool?" I asked. "He never told me that!"
Tyler's eyes went wider.
"Well," I said, rolling onto my back, "at least he locked the door for us."
Tyler sat up and frowned down at me. "You aren't taking this very seriously," he said.
"I'm scared shitless," I admitted, "but there's not much I can do about it. Sometimes Jason can be an asshole like my dad. Sometimes he's the world's best little brother."
I crossed my arms behind my head. "I've always been afraid that it showed -- you know, my being gay. I've always been afraid someone would find out."
"Yeah," Tyler said, laying back down onto his back beside me and crossing his arms behind his head. "Me, too. I suppose all gay guys feel that way."
"At least until they come out of the closet," I said.
"Maybe even after that," Tyler suggested.
I rolled my head toward him. "Sorry, dude."
Tyler smiled sadly. "Me, too."
"You know," I said, "as long as Jason doesn’t tell anybody, I'm almost glad he knows. I mean, like it's a relief, you know, if he doesn't stay pissed."
"He's gonna stay pissed at me," Tyler ventured. "He probably thinks I seduced his big brother." He laid his hand on my hip bone. "I did."
"I seduced you," I said.
Tyler rolled up beside me, laid a palm on my sternum, and gazed into my eyes. "It was natural wasn't it?" he asked. "It was like it was meant to happen, you and me. I mean, like the moment we saw each other."
"Yeah," I agreed. "The moment I saw you." I laid my hand on his hip. "I'll tell you what seemed natural; you in my arms last night, that seemed natural. That seemed like the most natural thing in my life."
"Yeah!" Tyler agreed, cocking a knee over my legs. His package draped my hip; he had lost his morning wood. He laid his head on my chest. "That made it even more exciting, you know? That it was like it was supposed to happen." He rubbed my belly and his voice grew soft. "I love you!"
Fourteen-year-olds fall in love. Tyler was sincere. Sixteen-year-olds fall in love, too, and at that moment, I felt like I had loved him the moment I saw him. I pulled my arm from between us and stroked his back. We grew quiet. In the panicky scenarios that played out in my head, even the one where my dad kicked me out from our house didn't scare me. I had Tyler. "I love you, too." I said. "And I've never fallen in love before."
"Me either." Tyler's head jerked up. "You'll still want to do this, right? I mean, what we did last night."
"Yeah." I stroked his back.
Tyler laid his head back down on my chest. He rested his hand between my legs. My dick began to thicken.
There was a loud knock at the door, and my heart jumped.
"Brock, it's me," Jason called through the door. "Let me back in."
Tyler rolled back and pulled up the bedcovers. I got up from the bed and pulled on my shorts. My brother had seen me naked before, and even with a semi, but this was not the morning for him to see me that way again, and who knew who else was out in the hall with him.
"You alone?" I asked.
I opened the door, returned to the bed and sat on the edge of it.
Jason closed the door behind him and stood at the foot of the bed. He looked at Tyler, then at me. "I've been thinking," Jason said. He tried to hide it, but he was still agitated, more agitated than I’d ever seen him.. "This might not be bad. I have a few favors I've been thinking of asking you, and now I know you won't tell me no."
"What makes you think that?" I asked, trying to calm the conversation and fake a bravado I didn't feel.
Jason smirked uncertainly. His eye twitched. He blinked it several times. "You want me to tell people?"
"I didn't say that, but I don't know what favors you're going to ask for."
"I'm not sure yet."
"Well, then, we can negotiate when you decide."
Jason seemed to relax slightly. He smiled. "Alright. We'll negotiate, and then you'll do what I ask."
"Yep. We'll see," Jason said. The smile left for a second, but he forced it back.
I knew my brother. The smile was false. His face was flushed. He was shaken. It occurred to me that was the real reason he came back. Jason turned to leave, stopped, turned back and looked at Tyler, then away. "I'm not sure about you and me hanging out anymore, Tyler," he said.
"That's okay," I told him. "Tyler is hanging with me."
"I didn't say for sure that I wasn't going to hang with him!" Jason snapped. "I just have to think about it." He glanced at Tyler again.
"I wanna stay friends," Tyler said quietly.
Jason stared at him a moment, then looked at me. His eyes were watering, almost like he was about to cry. He turned to leave.
I didn’t want him to go. Not mad like that. I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind, so I asked something stupid. "What did Alexander have for breakfast?" -- hey, I was sixteen. Our cook, Alexander, by the way, was a tall skinny black guy from Jamaica who looked more like an NBA player than a cook, but he was like a real chef!
"Breakfast?” Jason stopped as he prepared to open the door. “Alexander has already put away lunch."
"Would you bring us some?"
Jason hand on the doorknob, looked back at me incredulously.
"Hey," I said. "If you want to blackmail me, you better keep me happy."
His eyebrows rows. "Why do I need to keep you happy if I'm the one doing the blackmailing?"
"Because you want me to do you favors and not beat the crap out of you."
Jason smiled lopsidedly. "As if you could." He glanced at Tyler, then back at me.
"Jason," I said. "I'm sorry."
He frowned. "I'll tell Alexander you're hungry. I'll tell him you have a girl in your room and you want food sent up to be left at the door."
"Works for me," I said. "Ask him for breakfast. I'm really hungry for breakfast."
Jason shook his head and started to open the door.
"Jason," I said, still not wanting to let him go.
He glanced back.
Jason flipped me off and left, slamming the door behind him.
"Why did you thank him?" Tyler asked. "He's going to blackmail us."
"Yeah, probably," I agreed, "but not for anything really important." I pulled my shorts back off and climbed back under the covers with Tyler. "Saying he's going to blackmail me is Jason's way of giving himself time to sort all this out. If he threatens to blackmail you, he probably wants to stay friends." I bit my lip. "He was really shaken."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, I know Jason. I think he almost cried. Look, if he asks for something -- you know, pretending it's blackmail -- pretend to give him a rough time for asking, then do it for him. Maybe give him more than he asks, 'cause he's covering for both of us."
Tyler thought about it, and nodded.
I rubbed his shoulder. "Sorry," I said.
Tyler nodded, then smiled and stroked the side of my face. "I wish you were my big brother."
"I am now," I said. "And your lover, and your friend." I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I wanted to quit worrying about Jason. I rolled Tyler onto his back and moved on top of him. Our mouths opened, and our tongues slid against each other.
We had a little "morning breath" thing going, but it wasn't bad. It didn't stop our dicks from growing hard or us mixing up our junk in loose balls and downward pointing erections.
"I want to try a sixty-nine," Tyler told me.
I smiled. "A healthy breakfast!"
Tyler laughed, wrapping his arms over the back of my neck. He pulled me down into another kiss. Our dicks were trapped downward, and I lifted my hips to free them. I thought, with a little shifting, it might work to fuck face to face. I decided I wanted to try that sometime. But sucking first.
I kissed a trail down from his neck to his nipples, where, like Carolyn had done to me, I sucked and tongued each until one until he began to squirm. Then I drew my tongue down the mid seam of his abs. He grabbed the sides of my head when I tongued into his naval and held on as I sucked and kissed my way down past his twitching cock to the inseam of his leg.
My fascination with Tyler's balls began that morning. They were hanging loose, and the skin of his scrotum was soft and moist. I had never focused on balls before, but I liked Tyler's. A lot. Carolyn had liked my smell, and Tyler's scent was like mine. I took deep breaths of him and nuzzled into the plush softness of his ballsack. I loved rubbing my face there. I licked him, like a mother licking a puppy between the legs. I rolled each of his egg-shaped testicles on my tongue. With long swipes of my tongue, I traced up from his perineum, up his balls, up underside of his dick and all the way to his glans.
Tyler's dick lay flat on his stomach when he was erect and on his back. It was long for a fourteen-year-old, not that I had much to compare with at that point. I just knew that Tyler’s had a good heft to it. He was oozing premcum.
"Somebody recovered in the night," I commented, and pressed my lips to the little slit at the end of his dick. I sucked precum from it. Tyler squirmed and grabbed the sides of my hair. Then, for the first time in my life, I sucked a dick into my mouth, sliding my tongue under his glans and down the underside of his shaft.
Tyler’s dick seemed to swell in my mouth. He had little taste, but the sensual shape and the fact that it was Tyler's dick, caused a salivation response in my mouth. I made his dick really wet. Tyler shuddered, and he pulled up on my hair. "Let me do you, too," he said.
I raised my head and his dick plopped back onto his belly, glistening. I reversed body alongside him and we moved into position for a sides-facing sixty-nine. As I swallowed up his dick once more, Tyler nuzzled into the underside of my dick. I hoped he liked my smell as much as I liked his. His fingers lifted my balls and traced over my cock.
"Brock," he said in a quiet voice. "You're awesome down here!"
I released his dick long enough to say, "so are you!" and then swallowed it up again. Somewhat to my surprise, I discovered that I really liked sucking dick, at least Tyler's.
I was making precum, too, and Tyler sucked it from the end of my dick the way I had done to him. I felt his mouth close over my glans, and then felt his tongue swirl over it. I shuddered.
He started tentatively, testing my taste, trying things with his tongue. I made discoveries, too, like a hand around the base of his shaft kept it from going too far down my throat once his hips started to move. I discovered I could jack him as I sucked. Playing with balls with my fingers added to my pleasure. Using my tongue on his sensitive glans made him shudder. We learned to keep our teeth tucked away.
We cocked our legs open and our heads bobbed. Slurpimg sounds grew louder. This was good!
Tyler grabbed the base of my cock firmly and tongued and sucked at the end of my shaft with growing enthusiasm. Sensations shot up from my glans electrically and I gasped, forgetting for the moment to suck. He grew relentless. He got up on his elbow and with his fingers he rubbed firmly under my balls, down along the very base of my shaft and on my perineum. He used both hands on me while sucking and bobbing.
Forgetting for the moment to suck him, I kept a hand loosely on his dick, and rolled back to spread my legs wider. Tyler stayed with me, working like a guy gone wild. It felt like my balls were pulling right up into my body. With a small cry, I arched back and shot into his mouth. Tyler made gagging noises, but swallowed. I squirmed, but Tyler kept a mouth lock on my dick, sucking until I'd emptied everything and he still sucked.
"Stop!" I gasped. "It's gone sensitive."
Tyler pulled off and my mouth dropped open in relief. My belly heaved as I gasped for air.
He lifted his head and grinned at me. "You liked it?"
He licked his lips. "You don't taste bad."
My dick twitched on my belly.
Tyler grinned. "Ready to go again?
"No," I said. "But you aren't done yet." I rolled up onto my side, threw a leg over Tyler's side, and used my body to roll him onto his back. I was determined to give his dick the same treatment he gave mine, so I grabbed his balls with one hand and his dick with the other, and I closed my mouth over the end. I swirled his glans with my tongue fiercely and Tyler tensed with a small cry. I bobbed my head and he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. I felt his nose poke under my balls and heard him inhale deeply through is nostrils. He did like my smell!
I worked hard and in only moments his hips bucked, his fingers dug into my butt, and his cum squirted into the back of my throat. I tasted as I swallowed, and like Tyler, I thought he tasted okay."
I sucked him dry and kept his dick in my mouth as it softened and then I let it slip out.
"Now, Brock," Tyler said breathlessly, "I'm in love with your mouth."
I rubbed the side of my face on his softening dick. I had barely started shaving and I was careful to keep the little stubble I had along my jaw line away from him. "The feeling is mutual," I said contentedly.
We both jumped at a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" I asked, lifting my head.
"Jason said you wanted some breakfast," Alexander called to me in his Jamaican accent. "You know I'm not required to do extra meals for you." He raised his voice. "Especially on a Saturday."
"Please?" I called out.
"Yeah, yeah man. I got the cart out here with breakfast for you. Is there anything else? I'm about to leave for the day."
"No. Thanks, Alexander!"
"Everybody else is gone," he warned me. "Your father and Rachael gonna be at the lake tonight, and the rest of the help done left for the weekend. You and your girlfriend gonna be by yourselves."
I glanced at Tyler and wriggled my eyebrows. "Thanks, Alexander," I called. "Enjoy your weekend!"
I returned to rubbing my face on Tyler's flaccid member.
"Aren't hungry anymore? Or did I fill you up?" Tyler teased.
"I'm hungry," I assured him. "I'm just giving Alexander time to get back downstairs."
Tyler patted my butt with his palms. "You've got a firm ass."
"And you've got a great smell," I told him. I rubbed my face in his junk and then reversed body, and rubbed my face on his. "Here, smell," I told him. "You smell good."
Our lips met. We kissed. Our cocks thickened. I raised my head and smiled down at him.
"What do you want to do today?" Tyler asked.
"Spend all day with you and then I want you to sleepover again tonight."
"Dude," I told him, "We have like three dozen positions we haven't tried."
Tyler laughed. "I gotta call my mom first, but she'll probably be cool with it."
"Great!" I said. "Let's eat!"
We jumped up from the bed and since no one else was home, we opened the door and stepped out into the hall naked and sporting semis. Alongside the cart were a folding table and two folding chairs. Just as we were about to take everything into my room, Alexander appeared at the top of the stairs.
He froze. We froze.
"Sorry, man," he said, holding out what he had in his hand. "I forgot the butter." His eyes dropped to our semi's and a grin spread on his face.
"Shit!" I swore under my breath.
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