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Have a Drink! – Part 6
I wish I could say that we had more hot, teen sex that night, but we didn't. With homecoming only a few hours gone, it had been a long, eventful day. Eric, Malik, Gavin and I sat down on the sectional to watch a movie, and at some point during that time, I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, stiff from the awkward position I had fallen asleep in, the movie had ended and the screen was showing the DVD's menu in a continuous loop.
Looking to my left, I saw Malik, his eyes closed and head thrown back, fast asleep. Eric, to my right was snoring softly. At some point, Gavin must have taken a position on the floor to watch the movie, as he was stretched out in front of me, nearly on top of my feet.
I leaned over and nudged Eric, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin cotton shirt he was wearing. God, I wished I could take him anytime I wanted; with Gavin and Malik there however, I simply couldn't risk it. He didn't respond to my gentle nudge, so I shook him a little more vigorously, whispering his name as well.
Finally opening his eyes, he surveyed the room in a confused manner, settling them back on me. "What?" he asked in a sleep weary voice.
"Where can I sleep? I don't want to crash on a couch all night."
Letting out an annoyed sigh, Eric replied "In my bedroom. First door on the left, upstairs." He laid his head back against the sectional and closed his eyes, resuming his deep, even breathing.
I wasn't about to sleep on the sectional all night, so I carefully and quietly got up, making sure not to awaken Malik or step on Gavin. I made my way up the stairs and opened the door Eric had indicated. Expecting the room to smell like a gym lockerroom, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn't; in fact he room smelled just like Eric, with a hint of the cologne he used.
I fumbled in the dark to find the light switch and turned on the overhead light above his bed. The walls of his room were dark blue, and it was immediately clear that this room was as well kept as the rest of the house. Whether Eric was in charge of cleaning, or whether his mom cleaned it, I had no clue, but everything seemed to be in its place. I walked to the bed and threw myself onto it, laying there looking at my surroundings. On the nightstand next to the bed, as well as on his dresser, I saw several candid shots of Eric and Kirstin. I wondered idly how long those pictures would stay up, how long he would carry on his deception with Kirstin now that he seemingly liked hard male bodies, rather than soft female ones.
Stripping myself of my shirt and jeans, I threw my clothes haphazardly on the floor; it was sure to produce a squeal of protest in either Eric or his mom, but I doubted either one would notice. Eric, it seemed, was spending the night on the couch with the guys. Clad only in my boxers, I got up, turned off the light and slipped under Eric's covers.
I awoke sometime in the night, knowing that something was different. Waking up from the depths of the foggy sleep I was in, it didn't immediately hit me. My mind first grasped the idea that I was in a strange place and settled on that. Several moments later though, my mind lit upon another difference. There was body behind me, snuggled close to mine, and an arm draped over me, pulling me inward, holding me tight.
I didn't need to turn my head to know who it was; I instinctively knew it was Eric. I could feel him slowly grinding his crotch into my ass. Part of me wanted to let him continue. It felt really good, and my dick was quickly hardening. But I also knew that there were two other people in the house as well.
"Eric!" I whispered fiercely, "What are you doing?"
He froze instantly. He probably had no idea I was awake. "What, you don't like this? I thought we could explore a little more," he said, not waiting for my answer before resuming his rubbing.
"I don't mind, really. But what about the guys?"
"So what about the guys?"
"What if they hear us, or come in to your room while we're fucking around?"
"I locked the door. It'll be fine. Just relax," he said, trying to soothe me.
I couldn't understand how I was SUPPOSED to relax. I mean, I could forget the fact the Malik and Gavin were outside the room. I suppose we could find a way to fix any situation that might occur. But I certainly couldn't relax when he had his arm draped over me and his crotch grinding against my ass. I tried to let myself relax, to enjoy the situation I suddenly found myself in.
Applying pressure to my shoulder, Eric turned my body so that I was lying on my back. I could barely make him out in the darkness of the room, a faint light from the October moon settling itself on his naked torso. Positioning himself so that he straddled me, Eric locked eyes with me. I felt his hands trace their way across my chest and down my abdomen, then back up again. It raised goosebumps on my skin, and caused my nipples to begin to harden. He continued to stroke my skin, sometimes concentrating on my nipples, other times slowly tracing around my belly-button or down along my sides. It was driving me fucking wild!
Eric slid his body back a little and leaned forward, his tongue flicking out of his mouth and tracing a circle around my belly-button. He softly kissed the spot that he had traced, then continued licking and kissing up my body. When he got to my nipple, he flicked it several times with his tongue, took a moment to kiss it, then began sucking it in earnest. I let out a quiet, appreciative moan, conscious of the fact that others were in the house.
"Dude, you're driving me nuts." I whispered, "Take out my dick and suck it." When he didn't answer, I added in a tiny voice, "Please."
"No."
What?! I was a bit shocked that Eric had just denied me my request. "What do you mean, no?"
"I want to eat your ass," he said nervously, "I want to fuck you."
A thrill shot through me, though I couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement. Truth be told, I think I was feeling both in equal amounts. I tensed, and I'm sure Eric felt it, along with my heart beating out of my chest; I didn't have to voice my concerns aloud.
The glow of the moonlight in the room reflected in Eric's eyes as he looked at me. Trying to put me at ease he said, "Look man, you'll love it. Trust me." He paused, then added "Are you ok?"
I took a deep, shaky breath and nodded.
With that, Eric broke out in a huge grin. "Fucking A man. Awesome!"
Before I knew it, Eric had grabbed my ankles and thrown my legs back over my head. As soon as my asshole was exposed, and without preamble, Eric took his tongue and flicked it across my most personal of spaces.
I moaned loudly, and Eric clamped a hand over my mouth, unnecessarily adding a "Shhhh!!". "Feels good doesn't it bro?"
"Fuck yeah dude!" I whispered, "Take all the time you want back there!"
I could barely make out the lopsided grin Eric gave me as he dove back to the task at hand. He swiped his tongue over my pucker, back and forth, soaking it in his spit. My eyes rolled back into my head; the feelings coursing through me were utterly amazing. I wanted to tell Eric how unbelievably awesome he was making me feel, but I couldn't seem to get anything out other than quiet moans and sighs. I felt him grab my rigid dick and begin jacking me off. I was leaking copious amounts of precum, and I was sure that even without my verbal approval, Eric could tell I was definitely appreciating his treatment of my hole.
Taking a break from my hole, Eric moved to my balls, giving them a warm bath with his tongue. I let him continue for a few moments before taking my hand and pushing his head back down to my eagerly awaiting hole.
Unphased, Eric began licking again at my back door. This time though, he seemed to want to gain entry. Every so often it seemed he would try to stab at the opening with his tongue. I was in heaven. I couldn't imagine what straight guy wouldn't be swayed by this feeling! They simply didn't know what they were missing.
Abruptly, Eric stopped licking. My eyes were still closed, waiting for his tongue to resume. What I felt instead was a finger trying to push past and into my hole. I pushed outward, helping him, and his finger slid in. Having rarely had anything in there, it was a slightly uncomfortable feeling.
"Dude, don't you have any lube?" I asked.
Eric nodded, looking embarrassed. "Sorry! I was just so excited." Removing his finger, he moved to his dresser and grabbed a bottle, flipping the cap open and squeezing some on his fingers as well as my ass.
I tensed a bit as I felt him re-enter me with his finger. After allowing me to adjust to the intrusion, Eric began slowly working his finger in and out. I gasped as Eric's finger brushed my prostate.
"Felt that huh?" he asked.
I smiled back at him. "Dude, I can't wait for your dick to be inside of me!"
Eric continued his finger fucking, eventually adding another finger and finally a third. I couldn't take it anymore. "Eric, I need to you to fuck me. Now!"
Grabbing the bottle of lube, Eric spread a healthy dollop over my hole, then slathered it on his hard, 7" dick. I felt him push his stiff member against my hole. "You ready?"
"Yeah man" I responded.
He moved his free hand over my mouth. "Just in case," he said grinning. I looked at him then, getting ready to enter me, his shape silhouetted by the moonlight. It was a perfect sight; my eyes had adjusted enough to see the slight curl to his black hair. I itched to grab a handful of it and pull him in for a kiss.
Suddenly, Eric began pushing the tip of his dick inside me. I was glad Eric had covered my mouth. It hurt a hell of a lot more than I thought it would have. I figured Eric loosening me up with his fingers would have helped a little more. He was gentle though, waiting until I adjusted to the thickness before moving deeper inside me. Once his cock was entirely inside of me, he waited again.
I wasn't sure if having something this big inside of me was going to EVER feel good. Just like he had with his fingers, Eric began slowly moving his dick in and out, rhythmically beginning to fuck me. After a while, the pain gradually lessened, being replaced with an indescribable feeling that had me making sounds I didn't know I could make. The intense feeling of his dick fully in my ass pushed all thoughts of quiet out of my head. I didn't care at this point who heard me. We could deal with all of that later.
Eric's thrusts were hitting that spot deep inside me, awakening my primal instincts. Loud moans and grunts were escaping me as he banged into me. I reached my hands behind him, drawing him as deep into me as I could. Fuck! I could let him do this forever!
Without warning though, Eric tensed. "I'm cumming!" he said. I could feel blast after blast of his cum shooting inside of me. He thrust several more times, then collapsed on top of me. "How was it?" he asked.
"It hurt...a lot" I said. Concern filled his face.
"Really?"
"Yeah, but holy fuck. Dude, that was hot as hell at the end. One of the best feelings I've ever had." I said, smiling back at him. "Now, get me off so I can get some sleep." _________________________________________________________________________
After we cleaned up, Eric left the bedroom and went back out into the living room. Although I knew it would be mighty uncomfortable, I told him it would be best to sleep on the sectional with the guys, or at least on the living room floor. He didn't argue. We were both having fun, and neither of us wanted to deal with our friends, family, and indeed, the entire school, finding out what we were up to. When I awoke the next morning, I found myself alone in Eric's bedroom. Good, I thought, Eric hadn't decided to come back in. Having Malik and Gavin walk in on us might have been a disaster. I grabbed my clothes and threw them on, making my way downstairs.
The television was on and Eric was staring blankly at the screen. His face seemed drawn and tired. He must not have gotten much sleep. "Hey man, where are the guys?" I asked.
Eric turned his head to look at me and I caught a bit of fear in his eyes. My stomach sank immediately. "They left. Dude I think we're fucked."
"Why?"
"Malik apparently woke up in the middle of the night to piss. I think he heard us."
"Did he say that?"
"No...not exactly. He said `What the fuck were you guys doing last night?' I tried to explain that you weren't feeling well because of the alcohol you drank, but I'm pretty sure he didn't believe me. He and your brother left without saying much of anything else."
I sat down on the couch next to him. Moments passed while we both thought on what had happened, and what the consequences would be. Finally, Eric said "What the fuck are we going to do?"
"Just relax. I'll see what Gavin thinks when I get home. Tomorrow at school we'll see how Malik reacts to us. Maybe it's not what you think." I wasn't sure how all of this was going to work out. But I did know one thing. I had a sure-fire way to change their minds.
When I got to back to my house later that morning, Gavin was nowhere to be found. I asked Mom and Dad if he had come back yet, and they said that he was with Malik and would be home later that afternoon.
He arrived shortly before dinner, going up to his room and closing his door. He didn't say a word to me. In fact, he didn't even look at me. Maybe it was worse than I thought.
I gave him about a half hour to himself, then I went to his bedroom door. I stood there, frozen in the act of knocking. I suddenly found myself scared shitless. Depending on how the situation went, I was pretty much going to have to come out to my little brother. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I didn't wait for him to answer.
As I entered the room, I saw him scramble for a shirt. He was laying on his bed, his history textbook laying beside him. In the act of pulling his shirt over his head, he said "What do you want? I'm trying to study."
"Look, I want to talk about last night."
"What about it?" He picked up his textbook and began scanning the page.
"What time did you guys take off?" I thought an indirect approach might be best.
"Is it true?" Gavin asked.
"Is what true?"
"Malik said he heard you guys in the Eric's bedroom and it sounded like you two were fucking around."
"I wasn't feeling good Gavin. I was dry heaving."
"Don't bullshit me Jackson. It all makes sense now. What other reason would Eric have for wanting to hang out with you when a few weeks earlier he wanted to beat the shit out of you."
I looked up at him, staring intently at me. "Gavin, I..."
"Is it true," he interrupted, "are you two gay?"
"Gavin, look..."
"IS IT TRUE?!" he asked, louder.
"Keep your voice down! Jesus." I was starting to get angry now. "Yes. It is. Ok?" He wasn't looking at me anymore, but had instead chosen to pretend to read his textbook. "So what? You hate me now?"
He looked up from his book, open anger painting his face. "You're a fucking asshole."
I turned around to leave. I couldn't take much more of this conversation and where it was headed.
"Of course I don't hate you. Why would I? You're my brother. I love you...just don't try any of that gay shit on me," he said, breaking into a smile.
"I can't promise!" I said, grabbing his leg as a joke.
Gavin laughed and pushed me away. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know. I just never thought about it. There was never a right time." I paused, then added, "Hey, how does Malik feel about this?"
"Well, to be truthful, I think he hates the idea. Eric has a lot of explaining to do." _________________________________________________________________________
I saw Malik and Tommy walking the halls together the next morning at school. Eric wasn't with them though.
The morning seemed to drag on. Finally, in third period, I had a chance to ask Eric about Malik. We were doing some book work in chemistry, and I asked Mrs. Gross if it was ok if I worked with Eric.
"Hey," I said, sitting down in the empty seat next to Eric.
"Hey."
"So," I asked, drawing out the word. "How did Malik react?"
"He won't even talk to me Jackson."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I tried twice today. The first time, he ignored me. The second time, he told me get the fuck out of his face."
"Maybe he's just trying to digest it all," I said, hoping to ease Eric's (and my own) fears.
"What are we going to do? I don't think he told anyone yet, but what if he does?"
"Just leave that to me. I think I've got it covered. Can you get him to come over to your house? Maybe to talk?"
Eric looked up at me, and smiled that goofy grin of his. He knew where I was headed with this. "Maybe," he replied. "I'll do my best." _________________________________________________________________________
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. In the lockerroom that afternoon, I noticed that Malik and Tommy kept well away from Eric. As the guys dressed and hustled out to the field, Tommy lingered. He looked at me as I sat on one of the benches, his blue eyes piercing into mine. I quickly looked away. Moments later, I felt a presence near me. I looked up to see Tommy, his 5'8" frame looming over me. With his buzzed blonde hair and muscled football frame, he was a beautiful looking specimen. Too bad he was such a dickhead.
"Hey fag," he sneered, "I heard you and Eric are butt buddies now. How do you think the team's gonna feel about that?"
"Fuck you, Tommy," I shot back. I don't know what possessed me to say that. Christ, I was going to get myself killed.
Tommy grabbed my cheeks in his hand and squeezed. "What'd you say, fag?"
I struggled in his grip, but couldn't get free. Suddenly Tommy spit, a glob of his saliva landing on my mouth. "There you go fag. Thought you might like that," he said, releasing me and walking away in a fit of laughter.
I wiped my face with my sleeve. Ok, if that's how he wanted to play the game. There were three people that knew about Eric and me. Gavin I wasn't worried about. But Tommy and Malik were a different story. Malik at least was being silent. I hoped he was trying to internalize and come to grips with what he had heard. Tommy on the other hand needed dealt with right now.
I immediately went to Tommy's locker and grabbed his Gatorade. I added some cum, then took it to the urinal and added a little of my piss to it. It was unnecessary in my plan, but I didn't appreciate the spit, so I thought adding the piss was justified.
I sat down to wait for the team to return. When I heard them entering the lockerroom, I grabbed Eric and whispered to him, "Get in the shower quick, then get back out here and grab my phone. I need you to take some video of Tommy."
Eric and the rest of the team undressed, and headed for the showers. I noticed that although Malik went with the rest of the team, Tommy lingered at his locker when he saw Eric head for the showers. He must have felt threatened at having a gay teammate in the showers with him.
Undressing slowly, Tommy grabbed his Gatorade and chugged in between removing equipment and clothing. The rest of the team showered and left, leaving Tommy, Eric and me in the lockerroom. "Hey fags," Tommy said glaring at us. "Can you leave so that I can get a shower without you perving on me?"
Eric started toward him, his face scrunched in anger. I grabbed his arm, and pulled him back toward me, away from Tommy. "Forget him Eric, he's not worth it. Let's go."
"But what about..."
"Come on, let's go I said."
As we walked out of the lockerroom, Eric rounded on me. "What are you doing? Did hear what he said? He deserves to get the shit kicked out of him. Why'd you stop me? Anyway, I thought you wanted to take some video of him."
"I do," I replied, "But he's not going to shower with us in there."
"Why do you want to get video of him showering? What are you going to do with that, other than prove we're perverts?"
"Just take my phone and take a video of him in the shower. I added a little extra something to his Gatorade. "
"Nice!" Eric said, smiling.
I'm sure he thought I only added my cum. I didn't want to risk telling him I pissed in it too; I didn't know how he'd take that. As we crept silently back into the lockerroom, it was easy to tell things were working out as I had planned.
Tommy was in the shower, water streaming down his hard, muscled body. He was soaping himself up, his erection clearly visible. Moving the soap over his large chest, and down to his taut stomach, he looked to be every gay man's dream. It was almost like it was in slow motion. I was transfixed. I looked over at Eric, who held the phone in front of him. He looked over at me and mouthed the words "Holy shit!"
Moving his hands to his engorged member, Tommy began to slowly stroke it and moan. It appeared to be about 6" in length, and fat. His eyes closed, he had no idea we were hiding behind a set of lockers, filming him jacking himself off. Moving his hands back and forth over his rod, he occasionally ran a hand over his pecs and pinched a nipple.
I was hoping he would play with his ass. After all, I needed something to use as blackmail. Unfortunately, he kept stroking his cock, staying far away from his ass. After a few minutes, he turned off the shower and laid down on the wet floor.
Eric looked over at me, a confusion painting his face. I shrugged my shoulders in response. I thought Tommy would eventually resume his masturbation, but instead, his penis slowly began to soften.
Shit, I thought. All of this for nothing. We weren't getting anything useful on the video. This video would prove nothing other than that Eric and I were a bunch of fags taking a video of Tommy. Just when I was about to tell Eric to stop taping, Tommy grabbed his dick and let out a tiny gasp. A stream of yellow piss arced up and over his body, landing on his chest. Moving his dick back and forth, he proceeded to soak himself in hot, yellow liquid, aiming it so it landed on his stomach, his crotch, and even his legs and feet.
I looked over at Eric, his mouth agape as he watched the screen of my phone. I leaned in and whispered to him "Don't get my face in the video."
Walking quietly over to Tommy, I whispered "You want my piss?"
He looked up at me, shocked. I could see lust warring with his desire to get up and run. I didn't know which would win, but I didn't give him a choice. I pulled out my dick and aimed. Considering the circumstances, I had a hard time getting the flow started.
Tommy continued looking at me. "Please," he whispered, so quietly I could barely make it out. His eyes focused behind me, and I turned, seeing Eric walking up to get a closer shot.
I concentrated on my need to piss, and suddenly I felt my bladder release. I aimed my hot stream onto his chest and crotch. As I was pissing on him, I noticed his hand begin to stroke his dick. Breathing heavily, pumped his fist furiously up and down, making loud squelching sounds.
As my piss slowed to a drip, my dick began to harden as well. I moved my hand back and forth over my 7" cock. I wasn't going for long lasting pleasure here. I just needed to get off. I looked down to see Tommy arching his back, thrusting his hips upward. He gasped loudly, releasing rope after rope of hot cum onto his chest.
That was all I needed. My orgasm built inside of me, and I pumped out a hot load of semen, letting it splatter on his face as well as his buzzed, blonde hair.
I quickly zipped up and motioned Eric to follow me. As we exited, he handed me my phone.
"That was fucking hot dude," he said.
"What was?"
"The whole thing! Him pissing on himself, shooting his load. Dude, I need to get off."
I laughed, and said "Rub one out in the car on the way home dude. We aren't sticking around here so you can jerk off."
He laughed as he grabbed his crotch and readjusted. "I might just do that."
"Besides Eric, we have what we need to make sure Tommy doesn't tell a soul about us. Now, all you need to do is to convince Malik to meet us at your house."
This ends Part 6. Sorry for the delay. I lost my desire to write a little while back. I can't promise quick chapters. Things are busy. But, please let me know where you want this to head. Again, if you have any comments or suggestions about the story, please feel free to contact me at psuwxguy@gmail.com.
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