Did We or Didn't We

By Pfantazm

Published on Feb 29, 2000

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Did We or Didn't We?

by Pfantazm

Author's Note: This story was composed live on-line on Nifty's very own IRC Channel. You can find the link off the main home page, or at the tops of most of the directory pages. It is completely true, right up until the point where it isn't.

My friend and his brother lived together, and slept in bunk beds, and the friend and I jerked each other in front of his straight brother.

Well, that wasn't the last time I saw that particular friend.

We chatted on-line a few times, and he invited me to his birthday party. He was having it at a gay club in the downtown here.

The guest list was the friend, whom I'll call Bill, Bill's friend who'd recently moved to Vancouver, the brother, who I'll call Kelly, and me.

I was surprised that Kelly was coming along because he was straight. Bill and he were close, and Kelly was engaged. Turns out he was just really cool about the whole thing.

At the party, Bill and his friend went off to the dance floor, leaving me and Kelly behind.

I'm not really one for dancing, and obviously Kelly didn't want to. We both stood kinda close to the entrance and watched. I also felt like I sorta had to protect Kelly, just in case something happened that he wasn't really ready for. If nothing else, I could grab his arm if someone made any obvious passes.

In the middle of the dance floor there was a group of crates that acted as a stage. A guy who didn't seem to be wearing much else other than a pair of overalls climbed up and started dancing on it.

The guy was built, solid. Magnificent shoulders and arms. The straps on the overalls seemed to be just a little too loose on him and the one on his right shoulder kept slipping down as he danced. His black hair was short and either gelled slick or damp with sweat. His eyes stayed closed most of the time, concentrating on the beat.

Finally after one time the strap slipped he just gave up on it and pulled his arm through so the front flap of the overalls was half off. The man was gorgeous.

I looked over and I noticed Kelly had been watching him too. We speculated as to whether that beautiful creature had been hired by the staff to show up. We talked for a bit about it and when we turned back, there was Bill hamming it up on the crates. We never did see where the other guy went.

Kelly suggested we play pool on one of the tables at the back. I agreed.

The tables were awful but one of them was in use anyway. It seemed that there were only two cues between them, so Kelly and I shared one the other players donated. After one really horrible game, we decided that pool was out.

Since I've never been interested in the club scene, I decided it was time to go home. I told Kelly, and he said he'd drive me.

We said our goodbyes, and Kelly and I headed off.


A couple of days later Bill gets me on-line and asks if I had a good time at the party. I told him it was okay. He asked me if I slept with Kelly after he drove me home.

Now earlier in the conversation, Bill accused me of not being certain of my sexuality, and now he thinks I'm sleeping with his straight brother.

**Pfantazm enters Fiction Mode.

So I decide to mess with Bill's head a little.

I told him, just as I've now told you, what happened that night.

Then I said that instead of taking me where I directed him to get to my building, Kelly takes a detour. He turned around and headed back north and we ended up in Stanley Park. I asked him why we're here.

He said, "You and Bill... did it, that time you were over, didn't you?"

He didn't sound angry, but a little upset, so I hedged. "Did what?"

"You fucked, or sucked, or did something."

I thought about my answer.

Kelly worked as a mechanic, but at the same time, he had to be pretty tolerant to come to the club and to sleep in the same room as his brother.

"Yeah," I told him. "We jerked each other off."

Kelly stared past the steering wheel, then opened his door and got out. Leaving the door still gaping, the man sat on the hood of the car.

Concerned about the guy, I get out of the car myself and sit on the hood next to him. We were at Prospect Point, the highest spot in the park, looking over on the lights of North Van.

Kelly said, to fill the silence, "I have to know."

"Know what, Kelly?"

"I hear him, night after night, down there with all different guys. I don't know whether he thinks I'm asleep, or I just don't care... I don't care, but I hear things. I can imagine what they're doing down there, and I try not to think about it.

"I'm going to be getting married in about a month and a half, and I love Ashley, but-- I have to know, you know?"

Was he asking me what I thought?

I tell you, I had more in common with Kelly than I did with Bill, though I didn't tell him that.

Bill was flamboyant and very outgoing. Kelly was much more reserved, and also much more masculine. He was a mechanic, and he biked to work. The evening I was over, I was there to see him come home. He wore a T-shirt and jeans that showed off his body beautifully, though I don't think he was conscious of it.

He wasn't as model gorgeous as the dancer from the club was, but you'd also never wonder whether Kelly was a "hired gun", so to speak. He seemed very much more real. Straight blond hair and glasses, nice green eyes, and a troubled frown.

"What would you like to know?" I asked him. "Do you want to talk, or... what?"

Kelly reached over carefully and took my hand. "You're the first... I don't know how to put it. Normal guy, Bill's brought home in a while. The others... I couldn't even think of it. I like you a lot, though. Would you...?"

He couldn't seem to say it, even if he wanted to do it.

"I would. Whatever it is. I would."

He leaned over and put his hand in my hair. We kissed. He seemed to back off a bit, but I charged in. I kissed him gently, so he knew everything was okay. He stopped backing away and I held him at his back. We moved in closer and embraced.

I got to explore his body with my hands. He started to do the same with mine, searching through unexplored territory.

I opened my mouth and pushed out my tongue. He opened up his mouth and we Frenched.

His hands became more bold, rubbing my chest, my back, my sides. He didn't seem afraid of it anymore. I held him as I leaned back so we were lying on the hood of his car. Our bodies got closer. I took a risk and felt his ass, just the one cheek. I must have startled him because he jerked forward, thrust his pelvis into me.

We stopped kissing and Kelly started to laugh.

"What?" I asked him, grinning.

"I'm so clumsy at this."

"You're doing great," I told him.

He'd dressed nice for the club, which seemed odd. He had a nice, button-up shirt on, black slacks and he was even wearing cologne. I started undoing the shirt, my eyes on his to see if he wanted to stop me. I wanted to make this good for him, and had to respect his limits. He untucked my shirt in response.

Soon we were stripped to the waist and rolling back and forth on the hood of his car. I could feel his hardened nipples against my flesh as we kissed desperately with lust. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him. I went down on his chest, sucking and nibbling at his nipple. He looked like he wanted to scream, but he didn't want to attract any attention. He was loving it though. I knew the girlfriend had never done this to him. I tortured each of his tits twice before licking down his stomach. Then I unzipped his fly and reached inside.

Kelly was whispering, "Yes... yes... please...."

He was hard as stone. His cock was a healthy six and a half inches, and uncut, just like his brother. I rubbed the foreskin around his head and Kelly squirmed below me. I rolled it back and popped the head into my mouth, and sucked.

Kelly jerked upright from the waist from the pleasure and shock. He'd lost control. He didn't know what to do with his hands or legs while I gave him the blow job of his life. He was leaking precum like there would never be an end to it. I licked it off his hot cock, and Kelly went mad trying to keep quiet. I took the whole length of it into my mouth and rode it up and down. Kelly humped into my face. He wasn't going to last very long like this.

I could have slowed down and dragged it out for him, but I think we both wanted the same thing. Kelly wanted a man to eat his cock, and I wanted to be that man.

A gasp escaped from Kelly's lips as his manhood exploded. Searing hot cream filled my mouth. A few drops spilled over my lips, but I gulped most of it down. I rode out his orgasm until Kelly was lying exhausted on the hood.

I crawled over him, licking the cum off my face.

"Now you know some of it," I told him.

"I want to know it all," he told me in a gruff voice.

"Let's get back in the car." He got up and put the driver's seat forward. His cock was waving back and forth in front of him still.

I dove in after him, and slammed the car door. I was on top again. Kelly started stripping off his trousers, showing me his white briefs underneath. I started getting undressed too--"

"Wait a minute," Bill wrote back to me.

"What?" I typed.

"Kelly only wears boxers. Why do you say he was wearing briefs?"

I grinned. "Well, you're the one who thought I had sex with your brother. You tell me. Did I, or didn't I?"

And I logged off. :)

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