This is a work of pure fiction, based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Note! Okay, It's just been too hard to concentrate lately, and ^Å I'm just not ready to write about a motherless child!
Cast of Characters:
James Thomas Arthur (Jamey)
Harold Brian Arthur - My Brother (Habby)
Harold Garfield Arthur -- My dad
William Pitts -- Roommate (Will)
George Wiggins
Ronny -- George's best friend.
Chapter 3
As soon as we got in the car, Habby was on me like flies on dung. "Well? What did YOU guys do?"
"Not much -- thanks to a little brother who interrupted something very interesting -- twice!
"Sorry! So, aren't you wondering how I did?"
"So much for dragging it out of you!" I laughed. "What DID you do."
"She sat on me."
"Sat on you?"
"In the water. She sat on my dick."
"You mean it went in her?"
"Yup!" he said proudly.
"Ohhhhh goooood!" I said sarcastically. "If course you had a condom on -- right?"
"Yeah -- RIGHT! Jamey, I didn't cum! She just sat that way on my lap while we kissed."
"Hab, a girl can get pregnant with just precum on her panties. It's very unlikely, but it has happened."
"Really?" He said, wide eyed.
"I don't know. That's the rumor. But anyway, be more careful!"
"Okay. So, you guys didn't have sex?"
"NO! But we were jacking each other off when my little brother interrupted us. We were pretty close to cumming. It actually hurts now!"
"OOOO! Sorry bro! You can relieve it now if you want." He grinned.
"I'll spare you! Besides, I could have an accident. We'll be home in a couple minutes anyway."
"When I walked in on you two -- omigosh! I forgot how big your dick was, Jamey!"
"Okay, now you're just baiting me, ass hole! You're so much bigger!"
"It is a nice one, isn't it?" He said proudly, as we pulled into the driveway.
"Did you have fun with your friends?" Mom asked.
Yeah!" Habbie answered. "Turns out Jamey knew Melanie's cousin."
SHUT UP HABBY!
"Oh? Did you go to high school with him, James?" Mom asked.
"No. I had Freshman Orientation with him. We didn't really know each other."
"But now you have a friend up there from home. That's nice."
"I didn't get his phone number though. But I gave him mine. I hope he calls before I go back. Save you guys a trip."
"We wanted to talk about that, Son." Dad piped in. "Your mother really feels strongly about you riding the bus. So we're going to take you out and buy you a car this afternoon."
"A car? GEEZ! When do I get a new car!" Habby complained.
"You're not living away from home, going to a university -- on a scholarship, young man!" Dad said. When you are, we might consider it. In the mean time, it's gonna have to be Mommy's car'. And new' might be stretching it a bit. James, we have decided that $20,000 will have to be our limit. You can buy a decent car for that. Even some new ones."
"Wow! And you want to go with me?" I was pleased.
Well,I don't have to, I just thought - "
"I'll go!" Piped in Habby.
I looked at Dad with pleading eyes. "I think he would rather do this himself, buster."
"Thank you!" I mouthed to my dad behind Habby's back.
Mom made lunch for us and I couldn't wait to go out car shopping. Dad reminded me that it would be good to be economical to some degree -- no SUV's -- but left it up to me what to get.
On a whim, I went by to see if George wanted to come with me. He did! "What are you looking for?" He asked.
"Something not too gas guzzling - - that's cool!"
"My roommate's dad just gave him a Vette for his 19th birthday. He's selling his car."
"What is it?" I asked.
"2003 Z."
"No Shit? How much?"
"Lemme call him. Hey, Darrel? How much are you asking for your car? - - - Hmm. - - - Okay. - - - No, a friend. - - - I dunno. - - - $20,000. - - - I don't know. - - - Okay -- we'll see. Bye."
"So -- what did he say?"
"Do you have time to drive up to Pasadena?"
"How much does he want?" I asked.
"$23,000 -- but I'll bet he'll take less! -- Especially if you bring cash."
"Have you ridden in this car?" I asked.
"Better than that! I've driven it! I drove it home for him last week.
It's still tight!"
I talked to Dad, and he was actually a little excited about it too. "Don't mention to your mom that it's a sports car. She worries too much."
Dad knows I like to drive fast, but he has confidence in me. He has always let me know I should try to drive calmly around Habby, and I know that's important, so I try. Dad asked if he could go with us.
"Oh, WOULD you?" I asked. I was relieved. Dad knows so much more about cars than I do. We stopped at the bank and withdrew $20,000 from my education account -- it was mostly just sitting there anyway, because of my scholarship. It was fair to both of us, since I'm to get the money when my schooling was finished anyway.
"Hey!" Said Darrel.
"Hey, Dare! This is Jamey, and this is his dad, Mr. Arthur."
"Hi, Jamey. Hey! I've seen you on campus! Hello, Mr. Arthur. The car's in the garage. We always kept it there. We only have a 3 car garage, but Dad decided his car could be parked out while I'm selling the Z."
We went into the garage through the kitchen. The garage looked as clean as the kitchen -- spotless. There was The Corvette. It was parked in the center in its dark red color, and dominated the view. Darrel's Mom's (I assume) Lexus 470 was parked to the left and the Z was on the right. The Z was pearl white. If I was ordering it, I would have chosen a convertible, but this car literally made me drool.
"Wanna drive it?" Darrel said.
"Sure!" I said. "Can my dad go with me?"
"Of course."
Darrel opened the garage door and threw me the keys. "You have to step on the clutch to start it, and the emergency brake is right there. The lights go on automatically. Umm -- that should get you started. Take it up to the 10 freeway and have a go."
VROOOM! The engine started up. I carefully backed out of the garage and into the street. I looked at the gearshift knob. 6 Speed. Cool! I drove carefully down the street and then headed to the freeway. Once on the freeway on ramp, I floored it. I glanced at my dad. He was sitting relaxed and - - smiling. It was midday on a Saturday, so there was plenty of traffic on the 10. Smoothly, I shifted 4 times. The tach had not even gotten over 3k!
"Too bad there's so much traffic, Jamey. I'd love to see it opened up!" Dad said.
"You're sure taking this calmly, Dad."
"Whattaya mean?"
"You probably always wanted to have a car like this!" I wasn't teasing. I was being real.
"Maybe I can borrow it sometimes." He said. I got a big grin on my face.
"That would be so cool, Dad!"
When we drove back onto the driveway, George came out with Darrel and his dad.
"George tells me all you can pay is 20 G's. This car has been well cared for. I will tell you that bluebook is 22, but most are not in this kind of condition. I couldn't take less than - "
"I can write you a check for a grand more." Dad said. "But we just couldn't go any more than that." I looked at my dad, wanting to jump in his arms and hug him. But I restrained myself -- for now.
"Hmm." Said Darrel's dad, stroking his chin.
"I think they'd take good care of it, Dad." Darrel said.
"That would be to their advantage. But it wouldn't do anything for us, would it son?" Darrel looked embarrassed. I took nothing from it. It just made sense to me. "But -- you've gotten a lot of enjoyment from driving it. I suppose that we could let another get some joy from it. Just give me the 20, Mr. Arthur. That will be sufficient." He smiled condescendingly. I was not offended in the least!
"Why don't you drive it home dad?" I said. "Maybe you'll find a place to open it up. I wanna ride back with George." I did want to thank George for telling me about my new car, and my dad for letting me get it!
"Hey George, Why don't I ride with you guys." Said Darrel. "I thought you and I could go to the beach or something. My parents have a house on Balboa."
George looked stunned. "Don't you wanna take your `Vette?"
"Naw, I wanna ride with you guys, and there's only room for two in the Vette."
"Uhh -- okay." Said George looking a bit confused. Dad had gone into the house with Darrel's dad to sign some papers. Darrel went in to grab some stuff for the beach. Alone for a moment, Darrel said, "I don't know what to think. He's never ever wanted to do anything with me. Maybe he likes you!"
"Is he gay?" I asked.
"I didn't think so. This is just weird."
"James!" my dad hollered from the house. "Come in here. You have to sign some papers too. This IS your car, you know!"
Grinning, I threw pride out the window and ran to the house. George caught up with me, and went to Darrel's room. I signed the papers.
"Dad," Darrel said, "I'm going back with them, and then we're going down to Balboa. Anyone else staying there this weekend?"
"Your sis and Robert are supposed to be there with the kids. Don't make a nuisance of yourselves."
"You leave it clean the way you found it, Darrel!" his mother piped in.
"Okay, Mom. Not even sure we will stay the night., but you won't even know we were there. Besides -- won't bertha be there to clean on Monday?"
"Don't be pertinent, young man!"
I looked at George. "Oh!" He said. "We decided we are going back to Santa Barbara from either my place or Balboa. So Darrel's driving his Vette. You can go with your dad if you want."
"Oh!" I said, crestfallen.
"You're coming to the cabin -- on Balboa -- right?" Said Darrel. He seemed truly interested.
"Uh -- Yeah!" I said, redeemed.
"Meet us at George's after you go home and get your stuff."
"K!" I was again excited.
I twisted Dad's arm and made him drive home. About half way home, my cell phone rang.
"Hey!" I said. I looked at the caller I.D. Will! Shit!
"Where the hell did you go? Are you okay?"
"Oh -- Will! I'm sorry! I forgot to call you. Gosh, I really am sorry!"
"Dammit, Jame, I'm not your mother, but -- it's only common decency to tell your roommate if you're not coming back! I got to feeling bad about the way you left anyway, and then -- well, Ronny and I have been out looking for you half the night. Where are you? Was your phone off?"
"I -- no, I don't think -- I mean -- I'm -- home. I mean I'm with my dad now but - "
"Well if you're with your dad, I won't ask you now what you did all night -- I'll talk to you later -- but No! Fuck that! I won't be here when you get back! I'll find another roommate or something! This really pisses me off!"
"No! Will! Please I - "
"Nope! I don't deserve this kind of shit! Just Fuck-off - - fuck-head!" he hung up.
I was stunned. I felt empty. I had hoped something could happen -- or at least that we could be friends -- or something. And what about Ronny? I really like him!
"What's the matter, son? You look as if you lost your best friend."
I forgot all about the excitement I felt in my new car. I just felt emptiness inside. "I really screwed up, Dad. I -- I -- damn this hurts! I -- I don't know if I'll ever see him again."
"Wha- at? Is he moving out?"
"YES!" I said way too loud. "I can't explain it, but his best friend came to visit and I - I mean Will actually got jealous because Ronny and I hit it off. He asked me to leave them alone."
"Are they gay, son?"
"No! I mean -- I don't think Will is."
"Oh! So you and Will didn't - "
"No, Dad. You and Habby both misunderstood what was happening. No. We -- we never -- we didn't have sex."
"Did you want to?"
DAMN he was asking too close to home! " I -- I'm not even sure about that myself. Dad, I don't know if you know it or not, but -- I'm basically a virgin -- to both sexes."
"Okay. You gonna be okay? Are these boys you are going with tonight gay? You just met them both didn't you? You have to really be careful, Son."
"I know that dad. I don't think Darrel is gay. George is for sure. He told me. Anyway, we don't even know if we're staying at Balboa tonight. Darrel's sister's family's there -- well you heard it."
"Yeah, I guess there's no reason for concern. But be sure to call us if you do decide to stay."
"Don't worry, Dad, I hope I've learned my lesson about calling. Dad I just never thought about it. I guess I thought, `Hey! I'm an adult! I don't have to answer to anyone now!' I guess that was stupid."
"Well like you said, I hope you've learned something from it."
"Oh! Stop by Mervyns on the way home. I have to buy some clothes for the beach. I didn't bring anything home with me. I really wasn't planning to come home!"
I tried to call Will back. "Will, sorry I didn't get you. Guess I'll have to leave a message. I won't be there tonight either. Please reconsider about moving. I was just being stupid and immature. I did learn something. Well, anyway -- if you are gone, I'm gonna miss you -- a lot! Bye for now. See you around - -I guess."
I bought some surfer shorts at Mervyns -- and a speedo -- just in case. And a towel. When I got to George's uncle's house they were waiting.
"Hey, you go with him, George. You guys probably need to get to know each other better. We'll drive back to school together."
I loved driving my car that first time -- other than the test drive. "So -- George -- Darrel isn't gay, is he."
"Naw. But he doesn't care either. He's a cool guy -- well you saw that. His dad really is nice too -- just doesn't want to be an easy mark I guess. You got a hell of a deal on this car!"
"I know!"
"Does your dad know you're gay?"
"Yeah."
"Dude! If my dad even suspected, - well he sure as hell wouldn'ta bought me a 20 thousand dollar car!"
"Dad and mom are cool. They do worry. But they figure I'm an adult now, and they trust me to take care of myself. Well, my dad does anyway. Mom was kinda freaked when she saw this car. She worried more than Dad."
"That's moms' job -- worrying."
"Yeah."
A night in Balboa
By the time we got to Balboa it was dusk. We dropped our stuff in a bedroom at the cabin. The "cabin" was bigger than our house! I guess Darrel's sister's family was out. We walked all over the island while the sun was going down. When we got back there was still no one there.
"Mom? No one's here. Nope. I didn't notice at first `cause we -- oh! Oh really? Oh. Okay. We will -- promise!
"My sis isn't here. I was hoping! My broter-in-law had to work late.
I figured we could mooch some dinner off them! Haha! Well, we can go out!" We did go out, and I was famished. I had not been hungry for lunch after my call with Will. Darrel insisted on buying dinner at a little Italian place he likes. It was the best Italian I ever had!
We walked around and went across the ferry to a dance hall. It was not all that busy this time of year. The middle of October isn't exactly tourist season here. I didn't get a chance to use my new swim suits. It was a little too cold. When we got back to the cabin, it was nine o'clock. Darrel picked up a porn flick at a local place. Well, actually he got two. One was guy-girl and the other was a bi-sex flick.
He made us watch the guy-girl one first. I was surprised how arousing it was. I just watched the guys! Then he said, "Please forgive me if I don't stay awake for this next one, guys. I may fall asleep." He seemed to be trying to make a point.
When the movie was over, we went up to the bedrooms and Darrel asked us if we wanted separate bedrooms. "Hell no!" said George.
"I -- well -- I guess that'll be okay. We can stay in the bigger room with the twin beds." Said Darrel.
After we were all in the bed, (George and I were in one bed, which is how I wanted it!) we were talking about various things that came up. I again thanked Darrel for selling me the car. "No problem. Um -- can I ask you guys something?"
"What?" George and I said together.
"What's it like being gay? I mean - maybe that sounds stupid, but I just can't quite imagine. I did watch that flick. The guy who was -- um -- sucking the other one -- while he kissed that chick - ? He seemed to really know more about it than she did!"
"What can I tell you, Darrel. Think about it." Said George, chuckling. "Who would naturally know better what a guy wants -- a girl -- or another guy?"
"Well, that's a loaded question. Obviously you think another guy does."
"Have you ever gotten a blow job from a girl?" I asked, wide eyed. He gave me a look.
"Was it good?" George asked.
"It was okay -- I mean -- I've gotten lots of them -- from lots of girls. They're okay. Kinda like what the girl was doing to the guy -- well, in both flicks. Neither guy got all that excited. The girls were all nasty and stuff, but the guys seemed to just lie there. But when the guy was giving the oral, the other guy seemed to go wild."
"So - " George said like a lion, circling for the kill, "Am I gonna get to show you what it feels like -- tonight?"
"I -- ah -- Heh -- well, I mean -- will you respect me in the morning? Haha! You can't tell anyone we did this, George!"
`Course not. A lot of guys are in the closet for a lot of reasons." George taunted.
"I'm not in the closet! I'm not gay! I was just - - wondering -- what it feels like."
"I KNOW what you're wondering, Roomy!" Said George. "You're REALLY wondering what it's like to have a dick in your mouth!"
Darrel's mouth dropped open. George had hit the nail squarely on the head. "That's a good start!" George joked about Darrel's open mouth.
"You first!" Darrel said.
"Oh God! Finally!" Said George as he went directly to the task. He went to Darrel's bed. He first removed Darrel's pajama bottoms. Then his top. Darrel shivered and giggled a little. Then George removed his own, and started by kissing Darrel's tits.
Darrel said, "That's not my dick!"
"Shut up!" Said George. "Do you like it, or not?" At the same time he said that he squeezed Darrel's butt. Darrel let out an involuntary moan. I was watching closely, from the other bed. George was lightly fingering Darrel's balls and dick, as he kissed and teased his tits. I looked at Darrel's face. His eyes were almost closed and his mouth was half open. I couldn't stand it. I went closer to Darrel's face with mine, fully intending to kiss him if he wanted it,
George had worked his way down to Darrel's dick, and when he surrounded it with his mouth, Darrel let out a barely-in-control moan, and grabbed my face and kissed me! I kissed him back. His eyes were closed and He sucked on my lower lip. "Oh my God!" he whispered, then went back to kissing me again, his eyes still closed. I assume he was pretending I was a girl. But I could feel his hands getting scratched on my face. He HAD to know it was a guy.
"O my God!" He cried out louder. "George it's - it's cumming -- let it go -- I can't -- it's -- it's ahhhhhhhhhh! His load shot into George's mouth, and George was swallowing as fast as he could.
When he was finished, George came up and nudged me out of the way. He kissed Darrel deeply. "Oh! That was my cum? Not bad -- not nearly as bad as I expected." Said Darrel. And he grabbed George to kiss him some more.
"So .. ? you gonna suck Jamey's now?" George asked.
"Me!!??" I shrieked "Why me?"
"Why not you? You've waited and watched. It's your turn." Said George.
"I don't think that's exactly what Darrel had in mind." I said, secretly hoping Darrel might try to change my mind.
"I -- I think I'll pass on that -- tonight." Said Darrel. Again I was disappointed.
"Okay dude. But -- you're the only one who's gotten off here tonight. Jamey and I get our turn!"
"Sure, but - - I don't think I wanna watch." Said Darrel.
"Suit yourself." Said George
"George," I started, "I don't wanna do anything if Darrel's uncomf - "
"It's okay dude!" Darrel said. "You guys go ahead. Maybe I'll watch, after all!"
I was really nervous. Not only was this my first time, I was gonna be watched -- by a straight guy! A HOT straight guy!
I decided to take it logically: If I was the suck-ee, I thought, I might have to look at Darrel. I didn't want that. But if I was the suck-er, I could at least pretend he wasn't there. And then again, I could opt out altogether. I guess I was doing too much thinking and not enough doing! All of a sudden, George's mouth was on my own. He sucked on my lower lip and then thrust his soft tongue through my lips. I opened my mouth and we both were producing prodigious amounts of saliva.
George started to rub my already swollen member, which made it get even harder. He stroked my balls as he moved on to kissing my neck and then my tits. He pretty much did the same as he did with Darrel, and when he got to my dick, I was pretty relaxed. When his tongue went around and around my corona, dripping large amounts of wet saliva on me, I screeched.
That was his cue to engulf me with his mouth. I briefly thought about my self-talk about not wanting to see Darrel, and I closed my eyes. I was pretty successful in closing everything out, as I was near ecstacy, experiencing my first ever blow job. My head was tossing back and fourth, as the buildup in my groin was almost unbearable. Just as I thought I wanted to scream -- and felt the cum rising in me -- I felt hands enfold my face, and soft lips on my own.
I opened my eyes. There was Darrel, his eyes closed, looking like he was in heaven himself! I felt my cum shoot into George's mouth and I grabbed Darrel's head, and went wild, kissing him and moaning my pleasure. I opened my eyes and Darrel's were still closed and he was with me to the end.
"Oh my GOD, that was hot!" Darrel said. No girl EVER kissed me like that!" he said, looking deep into my eyes, from one to the other, as if he wanted some verification. I fell instantly in love. I wanted this guy for the rest of my life. I grabbed him and hugged him as close as I could. He seemed to be into it as much as I was.
"No one -- girl OR guy -- ever kissed ME like that!" I said
Then Darrel said, "Okay. I'm ready. And since You're the only one who hasn't gotten off yet, Georgie boy, I guess I get to you."
I felt momentarily lost. Until it occurred to me that I was not ready to be sucked again this soon, and also -- I didn't want Darrel kissing George. I was in love with Darrel, and if any kissing was to be done to George, I wanted it NOT tom be Darrel. That left me. I could put up with kissing George to accomplish this end.
I remembered what Will had said about kissing being the most intimate thing two people can do. I worried about what Darrel's reaction would be as I kissed George -- but I really felt compelled by the situation -- to do it.
When George came, it was not as spectacular as either Darrel or me -- which probably had something to do with George's superior talent and experience. And as I was kissing George, I couldn't get into it as much -- but neither could he. When it was over, Darrel got up and went to the other bed. I started to follow, he said, "No, you stay there with George." I was wounded. I wanted to sleep with my new lover -- my new love -- my only love.
I knew that Darrel was just being the good host, so I respected that -- until I knew George was asleep. I carefully crept out of his bed and over to Darrel's. He didn't give any sign of knowing I was there. I whispered, "Hi."
"Um -- w -- what?" he said. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. George is asleep."
"Mm. So was I. What -- why are you here?"
"Didn't you want me here?" I whispered -- with a sinking feeling?
"Oh! Wha -- what -- I mean - - why?"
"Didn't you feel that connection? When we kissed? You said - "
"Oh that! Yeah, dude. You're a great kisser. Where'd you learn that!"
"I thought I learned it from - - you! Darrel, I don't know how to say all I feel for you. I - "
"Dude! No. This can't be! Go back over there. I'm not gay. It was a good kiss, but -- I'm just not gay!"
"But - -"
"Dude! James! No! Don't! I can't -- I just -- no! This can't be. I'm not gay! I'm NOT!"
"Oh." I said, embarrassed, crestfallen, completely humiliated and - - heart broken. "Sorry - - Darrel. I thought -- but I guess -- but - okay - - sorry." I went back to George's bed.
I knew I wouldn't sleep. So this is what love feels like? I don't think I like this feeling. It hurts too much. I felt like I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I just wanted to sleep. Finally, my eyes closed and I started to drift off, when I felt my elbow being shaken. I was already hanging on the edge of the bed, and I opened my eyes. There he was, sitting on the floor, his sweet angelic face not 3 inches away from mine.
"Dude -- Jamey -- you awake?"
"Yeah." I said, hardly able to speak.
"God, Jamey -- I just don't know what to say. I'm sorry that -- that -- you took it like you did. Obviously you've been hurt badly, and I seem to be the one who has hurt you. I never want to hurt anyone like that! But -- Jamey, I just can't. I'm not gay. I liked your kiss and -- it will be hard to find anyone else who can kiss like that. But - "
He put his arm around me and put his cheek next to mine. "but -- I just hate it that you took it wrong. I hope we can -- be -- friends."
"We're friends." I said, "Thanks. Night."
"G'night." He whispered and he kissed my cheek. That kiss stung.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but I woke up pretty early. I looked over and George wasn't there. I turned and looked at Darrel's bed. Not there either. Then I saw a dark shadow coming toward me. I remained silent. He had to climb over me to get in the bed. I think maybe I woke up when he climbed over me to go the bathroom. I was not under the covers. I lay naked on top of them.
When he got over me he stopped and put his face really close to mine. "You're awake!" Her said, looking into my eyes, in the dark.
"Yeah."
"Good!" He said, and he let himself down on me. I didn't want it, but his warm body called out to something deep inside me. I let out a sigh. I doubt he could tell it from a yawn. I thought he was going to want to do more, but he said, "I remember my first time."
"Hm?" I said.
"I thought I was in love too.
"What?" I played dumb.
"Jamey -- I was awake. I heard everything that you guys said."
"Oh." I said, completely defeated.
"I was the same way, the first time a guy kissed me. He was gay, but he wasn't interested in a relationship -- with me. He already had a boyfreind. He just loved to kiss. Funny thing is -- his name was Daryl too, but -- with a `y'. When he fucked me, he told me thanks, but no thanks."
"He fucked you? But you said he had a boyfriend."
"Duh! You have won the prize! But I was as in love as I could be -- as you are with Darrel. And it wasn't the fuck. It was the kiss. You'll get over it -- trust me on that."
"I don't know if I WANT to `get over it'! I just want more -- and more." I said, dryly.
"Sleep on it, Dude. It's only three in the morning. You'll feel better about it when we wake up." He hugged me and I actually hugged him back. I realized how rejected he must feel. He knew already that he wasn't getting anywhere with Darrel, and now I had preferred Darrel to him. I held him close, wanting to cradle him -- as I wanted to be cradled myself.
"G'night!" he said.
"G'night." I said, as he slipped off me. I kissed at his cheek. Got him squarely on the mouth. Immediately I felt him respond to the kiss, his groin pushing into mine. "I can't believe I'm horny again -- especially after being rejected like that!"
"I'm sorry, George! I didn't mean to hurt you."
"What? No! Not you. He got both of us tonight! I think he was just extra horny or something. I should learn by now. I mean he's my roommate!"
"You've tried before?" I said.
"I'm always trying. He just never responded before tonight. At first I though it was you -- but when he kissed me like that -- Haha! We're a mess, aren't we! A couple horny queers both hot for the same guy -- the same STRAIGHT guy -- who isn't the least interested in either one of us -- at least in THAT way."
"I guess we are!" I said.
"I thought you and I maybe had something going earlier yesterday -- at least a start of something -- in the hot tub and then in my bedroom -- before your brother interrupted us -- TWICE!" He laughed. He ground his groin into mine again. I responded again."
"Jamey - - you wanna fuck me?"
"Oo, I don't know!"
"Was that oo' or was it more ew!' Never mind. You're probably not ready for that yet. How about some 69 action?"
"Aren't you afraid we might wake Darrel?"
"I could hope! Haha! But no -- he sleeps very soundly when he finally gets to sleep."
My heart wasn't quite in it, but -- still, I seemed to -- or my body seemed to want to -- do it! I answered him by switching positions, and I just put my mouth on his dick -- a first for me. I tested it a little with my tongue. I heard his chuckle. "What?" I said, but went back to work.
"I forgot! You're mouth is still a virgin, isn't it? Um -- careful with your teeth man!"
"Oo! Sorry. I started to suck and kiss and suck some more. I licked his balls -- pretty much, I just did what he was doing. He started to bob up and down on me and at the same time thrust his hips so his dick went in and out of my mouth. He came explosively, while I was still building up steam. I just kept sucking his spent boner `til it was soft. Something inside me liked that! He had slowed down his bobbing, but without even trying, my hips took up the slack. I had no problem imagining it was Darrel there with me. I finished with another blast, like it never felt doing it with my hand.
I climbed back onto my pillow. George kissed me. I tasted our combined cum. It then for the first time occurred to me -- I didn't even realize it when he came. But it tasted pretty strong now. Not bad -- just strong. And between us our breaths were also very strong. I laughed.
"What?" He said.
"I was just thinking about in "E.T." when the little brother called his older brother `penis breath'. I didn't really get the full impact til now. I remember the mom laughed when he said it. We have pretty good penis breath goin' right now!
"You ARE pretty cute!" He said.
We actually went to sleep, spooned on top of the covers.
We woke up that way too. "I hate to wake you guys!" Darrel said. "You look so peaceful and happy there."
George scooted away just a little. I smiled up at Darrel. "Hi." I said.
"Can you smell the bacon?" He said.
"Mmm! Yeah! And onions too!" Said George. "You fixin' breakfast for us honey?" He joked.
"My sister is! She and her family rolled in a little after midnight."
"Oh!" Both George and I said together.
"What?" Darrel said. "Oh! Did you guys do something - after they were here?" He said wide eyes.
"Well, it was after three, I know that!" Darrel said.
"Hm! Well, one of two things happened. Either they heard you - - or they didn't! I didn't hear you!"
"You never do!" George said.
"That's what you think, huh?" Darrel crowed.
Notes: First of all, I want to thank so many of you for writing to me, expressing your thoughts and thanks -- even after I make blunders like resurrecting Jamey's mom over and over! Thanks! It means the world to me. I try to answer all letters. For some reason Hotmail has not been able to deliver about half of them, recently. I'm sorry I can't thank some of you more personally for your support and comments. I truly have tried. Thanks again and love, Steve stevethomas535@hotmail.com.