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Ian's Extra Credit - Chapter 13
Staring out the kitchen window my mind is not in a really good place this morning. I notice the icicles dripping as the early morning sun, brighter than it has been most morning lately, transform them into shapeless puddles of liquid.
I've been up since about five, although even the time spent in bed didn't bring much rest. Last night created a really mixed bag of emotions. Three hot guys firing their juicy loads into my mouth. Can't get too much better. I've come to realize that is what turns me on the most. Cum. I love cum. And while Ian feeds me copious quantities of his man seed daily I can't stop thinking about Steve's huge ejaculation. The amount of cum is unbelievable. And the force with which it leave that massive, round head.
We all agreed right? I mean we gave each other permission for what happened and there wasn't really much contact. Well, except of course for Steve's bit of playfulness. That's okay isn't it? I mean I've heard even straight guys will stick their dick in the mouth of a drunk friend as a prank.
It didn't feel like a prank. Not to me and I'm pretty sure not to Steve. When he pressed his piss slit against my lips, slowly causing my lips to expand wide giving him access to my mouth, my cock became even harder than usual. When i was able to swab his head with my tongue the sensation was overwhelming. I could barely get my tongue around it there was so little room in my mouth. I could though taste the glob of cum that was glistening on his head. Thick, creamy.
Fuck. Ian should be enough for me. I love Ian. I love Steve too but not in the same way. But I really love Steve's cock. It looks beautiful, tastes beautiful and I'm really finding myself attracted to Steve's lithe body, his red hair. Compared to Ian he looks almost frail. Is that part of the attraction? That he is so different from Ian? Admittedly there is something quite intense in sucking off a friend. Not my boyfriend but a buddy. I don't know what I'm going to say to Ian but I would love to spend a night with Steve. I would spend 80% of the time between his legs, feeding on his massive cock and massive loads. To look up at him and see his sweet face as he blasts in my mouth and on my face. Not my lover but just a friend. Jesus I'm about to cum in my pants.
What the fuck am I going to do? I will not cheat on Ian. He deserves better than that. And I would never betray the trust that Sammy has for me. In some ways I think that would almost be worse than the effect it would have on Ian. I know it would destroy me to think I had betrayed two people who are closer to me than anyone. But this is not going to go away.
Of course Steve is not helping. That kiss at the bedroom door last night and his words in that moment. Jesus. I'm leaking. I can see it through my sweats. What would it feel like to have that cock head plugging my throat, leaving me breathless. My god to feel that whole load leave his beautiful cock and fire down my throat while coating every inch of my mouth. To feel it shoot while my tongue is bathing his knob. Is there room in my mouth for everything? Will my mouth overflow and leak cascades of Steve's delicious semen all over my face? Shit, I get all the sex I want. Why do I want it with someone other than Ian? The feeling I have for both of them is completely different. But Ian was my first and I am madly in love' with him. I love' Steve. So I know I am not looking to leave Ian. No worries there. But I wish I didn't feel this way. It makes me feel like shit. It hurts. It really hurts.
For breakfast this morning I thought I would do something a bit different and pay tribute to Sammy's Mexican heritage. Divorced eggs, tortillas, and refried beans. Divorced eggs? Is my guilt now manifesting in my menu?
I hear murmuring in the hallway. All three boys are up and sound quite jovial as they enter the kitchen. I turn from the counter and there is Ian, huge smile and a good morning kiss.
"Morning baby. Love you." Ian tells me sincerely.
"I love you too Ian. More than anything." I respond. Yeah, damn guilt. Sammy is the expert in this area. "Morning Sammy, morning Steve."
"Good morning Chris," replies Sammy with his usual wide morning smile. "Holy shit, divorced eggs? These are amazing guys. One of my favourite breakfasts."
"Morning Chris," says Steve. Okay. Him too. I see the guilt in his eyes. He doesn't know where to look. I havent seen him look this timid and afraid since he first came to live with us. I hope the other guys don't pick up on it.
Steve continues to glance towards me as I plate the meals, diverting his gaze whenever I look his way. Then he locks eyes with me and gets up from the table. He walks over to me, both of us now with our backs to the other boys.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I don't know why I said what I did last night. Please don't tell Sammy." he whispers.
"We'll talk later Steve. Don't worry, we're okay." unsure if I am trying to console him or myself.
Steve helps me bring the food to the table while Sammy pours coffee. We sit to eat. All looks good, everything tastes great, but there is a tension in the air.
What was that? Strange. Sammy and Ian just shot each other a quick look. Ian's face doesn't reveal much in that brief moment but Sammy's speaks volumes. Why is Sammy looking guilty? If anyone should be feeling guilt here it is me or Steve.
Sammy notices that I caught that moment shared between him and Ian. He holds his gaze with me a little longer than usual and then slowly lowers his face. I look at Ian and god, he can't look at me either. What is going on? Do they know about that few seconds outside the bedroom door? No, I'm not seeing anger or disappointment. I'm seeing guilt. I have a feeling we will be having a few very difficult conversations. Has something happened between them? This is an odd feeling. I wouldn't be mad or feel betrayed if something had. Anyone else with Ian would be taking their lives into their hands but Sammy. Why am I not upset? I can actually picture the two of them together. Crap I'm rock hard again. It would turn me on to see Ian and Sammy really making love to each other. Not just sex. But lovemaking. To see my best buddy take my lover's large cock and load. To see Ian worship Sammy's muscular body. To see them kiss.
I get it. I'm not upset because I don't feel threatened. I really don't. Anyone else I would not feel this way but, fuck, I just got an image of Ian bent over, Sammy's tongue deep in his ass.
"Chris? Chris?" Ian shakes me out of my daze. "Where the hell did you go? You completely zoned out."
This is not good to carry around. I will go batty. I have to deal with this but how? Is my read on Ian and Sammy correct? Probably nothing has happened yet but are they wanting it to? Is it my imagination?
"Sammy, what is going on?" I ask, perhaps stupidly. "You feel it don't you? The air in this kitchen is thick with guilt. And it seems to be coming from all of us. I'll open. Ian I love you and want to be with you forever but I want to make love to Steve."
Fuck did that just come out? Have I just destroyed everything the four of us have built over the last couple of months?
Coffee sprays out of Steve's mouth. Sammy's eyes go wide as his gaze shifts between Steve and Ian. Ian locks his eyes with mine. I love him so much. Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut?
"Really Chris, you want to have sex with Steve, like really passionate, hot sex?" Ian asks without a single sign of anger or being upset.
"I'm sorry Ian. Yes. I want to make love to Steve, like we do together. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I feel this way. You are enough for me Ian. I shouldn't have said anything. Let's just forget this."
"I want to make love to Ian," Sammy asserts looking a bit nervous, shifting his eyes between the three of us.
"What?" say Steve and I at the same time. "Ian did you know about this?"
Ian looks down, he is obviously struggling with something too.
"Yes, Sammy and I have talked about it. Not a lot, just a couple of times but I should have told you. I feel the same about Sammy. I would love to spend a night doing all the things that we do together. What does this mean for all of us?"
"Shit guys, we all have to talk about this. I think we have learned how important it is that we are honest and share our feelings. Steve, I love you, I'm not in love with you, I'm in love with Ian. I assume that you are in love with Sammy, correct?" I ask.
"Of course I am. I'm so sorry Sammy that I didn't tell you I had these feelings for Chris. I would never cheat on you. Never anything behind your back. I know the pain and problems that causes. And I just couldn't do that to you." Steve admits.
"Don't apologize Steve. I would never cheat on you either but the thought of making out with Ian really turns me on. I don't want to be his boyfriend, he's not my type for that, sorry Ian, but fuck he is hot looking, built and has a huge dick. Who wouldn't want that?" Sammy confesses, beginning to look more relaxed and confident. If there was going to be a blow up it would have happened by now. The tension in the air is diminishing but we still have to figure this out. Then it hits me.
"Guys, I think I know what is going on. We are all looking for something we don't have, something different. I have Ian, he's mine. He is tall, really well built, thick legs and arms. Steve is not like that. He is slim, almost skinny but has this beautiful dancer's body. So graceful. Ian is a klutz. It would be so different to feel Steve on top of me. To feel how someone else would make love to me. You Ian have me, short, cute I guess, not fat but not muscular. Kind of an average body. Maybe you are just wanting to be with someone more like you. Built with thick legs. Muscles everywhere. Same for you Sammy. And there is something else too. Ian and I have never sucked a cut cock. You and Steve have never sucked an uncut cock. We are horny teenage boys and maybe if we can figure this out it will help prevent any of us from going outside of this house to satisfy any urges we may have. We always know we can trust each other.
"Shit Chris, I'm getting hard," says Sammy. " I saw something in that great book about docking. That is where well, like Ian and I could put our cock heads together and he would slide his foreskin over my head. That's one of the things Ian and I talked about. I can't try that with Steve. I would love to know what it feels like. And I know you really like cum and there is no bigger load than Steve's. And for some reason it would make me happy to know he is feeding it to you. If we can figure out how to make this work it could end up being amazing but I think we all have to get past any guilty feelings. So, are we giving each other permission to do some swapping?"
"Are we all okay with this? We have to promise complete honesty as always. No holding anything back and if any one of us becomes uncomfortable it stops. Completely. No questions. Okay?"
There is a consensus that we are all okay. The only disappointment is that I would like to see them. Wait.
"Fuck this might be too much but what if we do it in the same room. That way we can watch each others's boyfriends make out with our best friends.' I suggest.
"Cool, that way I get to see your face when Steve unloads in your mouth. You are going to love it. And I can watch your hood cover Steve's head." Sammy says.
"There's no way my foreskin will make it over that softball size knob." bringing some laughter. Tension gone.
"So...what about completely random things like this?" as I plant my lips on Steve's, my tongue entering his mouth. The two of us have our hands all over each other as we taste each other.
I look over to see Sammy with Ian's cock in his hand, slowly jerking. Then Ian kisses Sammy deep. Sammy's eyes roll back in his head. He's liking this. There is a smell of sexual teenage boy tension in the air.
Steve and I have stopped our play and sit watching our respective lovers make out with each other.
"Time out guys. Ian, Harold has just pulled up. We have lots of time later." I inform them. I feel so much better now. Always best to get things off my chest. Now to get Steve's ass on my face. Later.
We're going to be okay. Better than okay. We are fucking great. I have the best boyfriend and best friends in the world. Fuck I'm looking forward to our first swap meet.
I start to clean up but get pushed aside by Sammy. "Our job," he says as he and Steve take over. This house runs so well and we all get along so amazingly. I was worried that this could be our first blow up but I guess we love each other enough to work through things.
Sammy puts out the garbage and then takes a couple of coffees out to Ian and Harold. I guess Ian was too distracted to remember. The moment Sammy leaves Steve is on me. His tongue exploring my neck, licking and kissing me. We kiss deeply and I reach down to take hold of what feels like an iron rod. He does the same to me, squeezing me firmly through my sweats. Then as quickly as he started he pulls away.
"I'm trying to tease myself. I've wanted you since I first saw you naked. You're so fucking cute. By the time I fuck your throat I will have a huge load built up. I can't wait to see the look on Ian and Sammy's faces when I choke you with my cock and drown you in my cum. I see those sweet lips Chris and I want you to worship my cock and then I want to rape your throat. You're small so I will be able to see my throbbing knob inside you." Steve unburdens himself.
"I want to worship every inch of you Steve. I want to lick your whole body. I can't fucking wait to eat your ass." Oh my god I can't believe I said that. I can't believe I can say that and Ian and Sammy are okay with it. The four of us are not normal. We are really fucking weird. But in a good way.
"Chris, I'm going to be completely 100% honest with you okay? Compared to Sammy I'm a little guy. Sure he's a couple of inches shorter than me but he has a huge weight advantage. I mean that fucking body. And well...I want to see what it is like to be the big guy. Sorry, that sounds like I'm putting you down but im not. I think you are so fucking cute. And I really want to make love to you but, shit, okay, I want to dominate you. I want to, sometimes maybe, if you are okay with it, treat you like my sex slave. To use you, not your ass, honestly that is not really my thing. I want to use your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your throat. I want to see you beg for my cock. I want to see your tongue swirling around my head. I want to see your lips stretched to their limits. I want to look down at you, on your knees, with your face plastered with my thick cum." Steve admits to me, looking simultaneously incredibly horny and nervous.
"Fuck Steve. It's like you read my mind. Ian is so gentle with me. I think he is afraid he will break me. There have been some wilder moments but overall we are passionate, gentle and loving. This could work out perfect. I wonder what kind of things Sammy and Ian have in mind? I just know that I, as you may have noticed, love cum and I've never seen anyone shoot like you. Sorry Steve but it's not normal. Not that I'm complaining." I inform him, feeling excited and also a bit nervous. A first time. Again.
"I asked a doctor once, it was reallly embarrassing but I was worried that something was wrong. He had me provide a sample and I saw his jaw drop when I handed it to him. He said it is something called hyperspermia. Quite rare but not harmful at all. Nothing to worry about. I always wondered how a girl might react but I don't think about that anymore. I think a lot of people would be turned of or grossed out but you are a cum pig." I bath in the glow of being called that. He is right. I don't take it as an insult. Fuck I'm smiling inside and out.
"Oh...you like being called that do you? Wow. Okay then. From now on you are my cum pig. Sorry I mean if you want. No fuck that, you are my cum pig and I can paint your tonsils whenever I want. Like if you want to." Steve utters, alternating between dominance and his natural, wonderful sweetness. I want him to play this role.
"I'm your cum pig. You can use my mouth however you want." I say as my cock is about to explode.
"Cool, sounds like fun." Sammy says as he enters the room unseen.
"Oh fuck Sammy, we're just playing around." I don't believe it myself.
"No your not. Steve told me what he wanted to do with you. I encouraged him because I know how much you love cum. I do too but not anything like you. I think if you could you would drain all the guys at school. Not that you like them, just for their cum. And that would get you in trouble." Sammy says smiling, having some fun with me. He's not far off.
"Steve makes a lot more cum than I can handle and it seems to make sense. And I'm not jealous or worried. I know that Steve and I are good and I know you and Ian are too. And I know that the four of us are all good. Even if Ian didn't want to do anything with me I would still want you guys to have fun. I like sucking but have learned I prefer getting fucked, hard, and Steve is not that into it. It seems like you guys have been talking. Ian and I have too. We are each going to get into a little muscle worship and he is going to pound my Mexican ass with his big uncut tool. Oh fuck, I think I'm going to cum. No...false alarm but close."
Sweet Jesus. If the world outside these walls had a fucking clue.
"Well now with all that on my mind I have to head over to mom's for a bit. Coming Steve? Or will you be cummmmmming here?" Sammy is a rascal.
"I have to spend some time in the studio. I've been slacking a bit and have to get some real practice in. Will you be long?" Steve asks, seemingly sincere.
"Not too long, a couple of hours at the most. Okay then, cool, I'll see you guys later. Love ya." Sammy says heading to get changed to go to his mom's house.
"That wasn't a lie Chris. I really have to get some dancing in. I'll see you in a bit okay?" Steve tells me before he gives me a kiss on the lips. And he is off to the studio.
Leaving me alone in the kitchen. Is it this house? I'm really beginning to wonder. How four very different guys who barely knew each other ended up in this rather unusual situation. We never argue. There is no jealousy between us. We trust and love each other competely. But it can't be the house. It must just be fate, luck or whatever that brought us together. Whatever, I'm incredibly thankful. And so horny.
I work on preparing dinner. A scrumptious beef stew with potatoes and carrots. I bake some fresh rolls and just for fun some corn bread. The kitchen is beginning to smell wonderful.
"I'm dying." Steve says dramatically as he drops into a chair. "What a workout."
"Here," as I hand him a cold lemonade.
"Thanks Chris. Is Sammy back yet?" Steve inquires.
"Not yet. Shouldn't be too long. Ian should be finishing up soon too." I answer.
I notice Steve is looking down at his feet, clenching his toes then relaxing, over and over.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Oh my fucking feet are killing me. They always do after a couple of hours of hard dancing." he tells me.
"You should get Sammy to give you a massage. I do it for Ian sometimes after a game." I say.
"You do? That won't work. Sammy thinks feet are gross. Not mine specifically, just in general. He would never do that." Steve says sounding dejected.
"Well put `em up." I instruct him, shifting my chair and patting my lap.
"Really, are you sure. Like they don't stink or anything but you don't mind?" He seems truly surprised.
"No I don't mind, put `em up."
Steve's feet plop into my lap, a real look of uncertainty on his face. Almost embarrassment.
"What's wrong Steve?" I ask quietly as I take his right foot in my hand, beginning with gentle strokes and rubs. I take each toe one at a time and massage it, each of these moves causing Steve to groan and sigh. Then I use more pressure, warning him, "This might hurt a bit."
He lets out a small yelp, I feel a knot release and the tension in his foot begins to diminish. After spending a bit more time on this foot I repeat my actions on his left. Same reactions. A mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Oh god that feels incredible. My feet haven't felt this good in years. No one has ever touched them before. I never realized how good it would feel. Shit Chris. If you can do this for me I can dance better."
"I'm still surprised about Sammy. You have really nice feet." I tell him as I look at his pale pink soles, long muscular feet and long toes. "And you are right, they don't stink." I say as I bury my nose in the toes of his right foot.
"Oh my god, you sniffed my foot. Are you a freak?" Steve asks seeming like he wants more.
"No this would be a freak." I tell him placing my tongue at his heel and licking up his foot, engulfing his toes in my mouth. His entire body trembles as he lets out a series of small squeaks.
"Holy fuck that feels so good." Steve says breathlessly.
"What are you doing to my boyfriend? Oh that is fucking gross." Sammy says as he suddenly appears in the kitchen, seeing me with Steve's toes in my mouth. "Oh god I'm going to be sick."
"Drama queen much Sammy? They're your boyfriends feet. And they happen to be really nice. Nothing wrong with them." I tell him.
"I know, but fuck, it makes me gag. It's not Steve's feet just feet period. I don't know why but I don't even like touching my own." Sammy admits. "Ewwwww."
"Okay then, we won't do this in front of you. Don't want to upset your delicate constitution." I rib him. "How were things at your mom's?"
"Good, all good there. My relatives have settled in well. Not sure if they will ever leave. Don't really care. This is home now. Fuck Chris. You had his toes in your mouth. Fuck that is...ughhh."
"He's going to have a lot more of me in his mouth Sammy. If his tongue feels that good on my feet it will feel amazing on my cock." Steve says grinning.
"Stop talking about feet. Ick." Sammy insists.
The low rumble of Harold's car tells me that Ian should be in any...
"Hey guys, what a day. We finally got that problem `58 purring. Harold was estatic. And I did all the work." Ian says beaming with pride.
"Great news Ian. Good work. I know that Harold has a special place in his heart for that girl. He will love you forever." I tell him, feeling his well earned pride.
"So what's been going on here?" Ian asks as he sits.
"Well Chris sucked my toes and we grossed out Sammy." Steve says mischeviously as Sammy turns a bit green.
"What is it with you and feet Chris?" aks Ian. "You got a thing or something?"
"No, god, I don't have a thing.' I just like every bit of a guy. Don't want to waste anything. You know how good it feels Ian. You've done it to me and you don't have a thing.' You love it. I wanted Steve to feel that way too. If I can suck a guy's cock and lick his ass then why not his feet too. Did you like it Steve?"
"It felt amazing. I never thought that my feet would feel like..."
"Oh for fuck sake. I'll come back when you're done." Sammy interrupts, getting up from his chair. "You guys are making me gag."
"Sit down Sammy, we'll stop." I promise him.
Sammy sits looking quite uncertain and a bit queasy. Sammy has his quirks. I love him for that.
I grab a few candles, light them and put them on the table. The sun has gone down and it adds a nice ambiance. We are all so lucky. I can't imagine another group of guys having the kind of bond we do. My life is better than it has ever been. Just looking at the three guys sitting here I know the reason.
I serve up steaming bowls of stew and place the baskets of bread rolls and corn bread on the table.
"This smells so good." Sammy says as he tucks in. "Oh god this is really good. The beef is so tender. Thanks again for a great meal Chris."
Ian and Steve offer their compliments as well as we eat. I don't need it but it is nice to hear.
"I'm glad you enjoy it guys. It is fun to cook for those you love." I say while removing the bowls from the table.
"Jesus Chris. When will you get it. Sit and relax." Steve tells me as he and Sammy clean up. Ian looks at me with love and an amused glance at the boys. He points at Steve, then at me, then he makes a blowjob motion with his fist in front of his open mouth. Then he tries to shove his fist into his mouth. The fucker. He really wants me to do Steve. And he wants to watch. Since we definitely want to be seriously buzzed when we do this it will have to wait until next weekend. I have to stay sharp for the next few days.
I just have to focus and keep my mouth off of Steve until next weekend. Tomorrow at school should be interesting as by now the whole school knows about the parking lot kiss. I doubt it will go as well as the last time. I'm sure this time the anticipatory dread is warranted.
But Wednesday is THE day. My birthday. I turn 16. But more than that. This day will be transformative.
Just a few more days.