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Mr. Grotus met us at the bus. He told us he and his wife and Eric's parents were going to have supper at some nice restaurant. It was part of the trip package. He asked us if we wanted to go as well. A quick glance at the others and I saw the answer. We all graciously declined.
"Didn't figure you would," Mr. Grotus replied with a smile. He handed Tim a fifty and Kevin a paper bag that clinked when he grabbed it. "Get some food with that and keep the bag closed until you get back to the house."
We loaded up our skis and got in the bus. 20 minutes later we were back at the house. We set the bag in the basement (after finding out what it was -- two 12 packs of a local beer called Flat Tire!) and made plans. Again, everyone had stayed for night skiing, so we were on our own. We decided on grilling some steaks. There was a small butcher shop down he street from the house and the kitchen had an indoor grill. Tim and Kevin had been raised on a farm and had lots of experience with handling meat. (I couldn't refuse saying that:-) ! As it turned out, it was MRS. Grotus who was the saleswoman at the pharmaceutical company; MR. Grotus was a honest hard-working farmer.
As we walked to get the steaks, Tim put forth a proposition: "I think Eric and I need a chance to redeem ourselves from that last run. If Eric hadn't run into me, I think we would have beat you two."
"But you did fall," I reminded him with a look of superiority in my eyes. "You trying to get out to of giving me a massage?"
"No - I'll give a massage to whoever Kev tells me to." Mat heard the reminder that he had NOT won. "Just wanted a rematch, ... say playing Mario Kart."
"And the stakes this time?" Eric inquired.
"How's this sound -- 4th place loses 2 piece of clothes, 3rd place - 1 piece, 2nd nothing, and 1st gets to put one on. First one naked stays that way til the morning and is our bitch all night. Second one naked just has to stay that way."
"How's that different from us hanging out in the buff last night?" I asked.
Tim and Kevin looked at each other. A looked past between them that seemed to say -- let's do it. "Well Kev and I were talking earlier today and ... well... we were hoping you guys would let us sleep down stairs with you."
"What?.... Why?" I asked. I glanced over at Eric and he just looked thoughtful. I wasn't sure what to think, other than the thought of the guys in bed with us (especially Kevin) made me strangely excited, and but also a little nervous cause .. well ... thoughts of what I might want to do kept running in my mind, and I definitely didn't want to be labeled as some type of fruit.
Tim picked up the explanation, " Well, it's like this ... Ben and Jimmy ... you know the boys from Utah ... they're pretty uptight. When we got back to the room, they were talking about getting ready for a missionary trip and when they woke up they were reading their bibles, and then asked us if we wanted to get together for lunch with them one day -- I think they wanted to have some bible talk with us... Well ... we thought .... maybe we could just crash down stairs. I mean you got a king bed and if you want, one of us can sleep on the couch...." Tim seemed to be rambling on and on , but finally wound down.
"Fuck yeah, man," Eric said without hesitation, "that would be so cool. That bed is huge -- no need to sleep on the couch."
I quickly added my concurrence, no longer worried about sounding gay if I replied to enthusiastically. After all, Eric had been totally cool with it.
One thing you should know about me, when something gets in my head, though, I get almost nervous until it's resolved, so I brought the subject back to the matter at hand, "So ... what's this got to do with the bet?"
"Well, ...." Tim began again. I think he used that word when he was nervous. "Just this --- the two naked guys have to sleep in the middle of the bed." He said with a wicked grin.
I know I boned at the thoughts which suddenly burst into my head. I quickly thought of something else, like when I ran so hard I puked during a Cross-country meet, and my chub quickly subsided. But had Tim's gaze been on my crotch? Had he seen?
Just then, we arrive at the butcher. We entered the store and picked out four nice steaks. Kevin and Tim picked up some spices and soy sauce to marinade the steaks in. We grabbed some peppers and mushrooms and a bag of frozen french fries. The brothers paid for it with their father's cash, and we walked back to the house.
When we got back, we decided we all needed showers, Eric and I went downstairs, Kevin and Tim used the bathroom upstairs. I managed to get into the shower before Eric, which was good, because I had a plan to help in the competition.
Kev and Tim said they would get the steaks marinating after their showers. When Eric and I were done we got the Nintendo set up. Eric looked at me with a questioning look on his face. "Why are you wearing that?" I had on a Michigan State hoodie. I was definitely over dressed. With the hot tub in the basement, it was more comfortable wearing less than more.
But I ignored the real question and diverted with smack talk. "Not my fault you an uppity Blue and Gold fuck!"
This of course got him distracted, "Maize and Blue, you dumb shit!"
"Of course it's maze -- that's why they can never score a touchdown, they can't find their way out of a paper bag." The bantering continued as we got the Nintendo set up.
As the game loaded, Eric grabbed us a couple of beers and and we sat on the couch to wait for the other two. We sat in a comfortable quiet for a minute or so, but then Eric turned to me. Taking a long chug from the bottle, he looked like he wanted to say or ask something, but wasn't sure if he wanted to.
"What?" I asked.
Finally he simply asked, "You OK with this bet and the brothers sleeping down here?"
Eric seemed to be asking something deeper, or at least I thought he was. I was silent for a moment as I considered how I wanted to answer. I'm not sure what it was about Eric, maybe it was what happened last night, but I felt that I could trust him and that he'd understand. But I also wasn't going to say anything out loud that I wasn't sure I wanted to admit even quietly to myself.
Suddenly what I wanted to say came to me, "Yeah, I am. Tim's really cool."
Eric's eyes lit up at that and a small smile touched his lips. "Yep, Kevin's pretty cool as well." My heart leaped in my chest. If I was reading him right, not only did Eric understand, but he was happy with how things were going as well. He looked at me again, "Mat, I'm glad you came with me on this trip. I feel I can be myself around you in way I can't back home."
"I know what you mean."
Suddenly Eric looked like he might start to cry. "No, I don't think you do, not fully. Mat, this might seem strange, but I think of you as my best friend, but ...."
It's funny. Sometimes you dread something so much you don't want to talk about it, but then when you actually do, it's not so scary. I was pretty sure I knew what was bothering Eric, so taking a long chug on the beer myself, I thought -- what the fuck -- sometimes you just gotta pull the band aid off quick.
"But ... when we get back to school, you can't hang with me during the day." When Eric had asked me to come on the trip and then asked that I not tell anyone, I was a little upset, but truthfully I think I understand completely, and it didn't matter. Eric was a great friend.
"Eric, I know what you mean about being able to be yourself. I think I could tell you anything, things I would never tell anyone else. But one of those things actually is our friendship. I think the status quo on our interaction at school is what I want as well." As I listened to my words, I realized I actually meant it. I wanted Eric as a private friend, who I knew would be there, if that makes sense. I also knew if I hung with Eric, it would be too apparent I like him in way that most thought should be reserved for the opposite sex.
I continued, "But why's this bothering you now all of a sudden? We still got almost a week out here."
Again Eric was quiet for a moment. Slowly he explained, "I think because I think of you as my best friend, and I think Kevin is really cool. And I want to be myself around you, but don't want to hurt you when we get back if I am."
If Eric and I really were saying what I thought we were saying, (and if we weren't I'm not sure what else it could be!), he an I were definitely at the same place. "Yeah, Eric, I'm starting to see you as my best friend, and I think Tim is really cool." I lifted up my bottle with a big smile, and he returned the smile, clinking my bottle.
Just then Kevin and Tim bounded down the stairs, "What you guy's clinking beers for? You conspiring against us?" Kevin asked.
"Guess you'll find out." I replied with mock bravado. We all laughed. Tim had walked over to the fridge and got himself and his brother a couple of Flat Tires. He then jumped over the couch (it was situated in the open as a kind of divider between the TV area and the rec area) and landed right next to me and crossed his legs to sit Indian style (yeah I know not pc -- but I don't know what else to call it!). He ended close enough that his leg pressed up against mine. Kevin walked around the couch and sat next to Eric. We all grabbed controllers and played.
Now I have Mario Kart and figured I was sure to win, but I quickly realized it would not be a cake walk. As soon as we began, Tim pushed me off the track. He flew off himself, but that didn't seem a concern. It quickly became obvious that he didn't care how the others did, he just wanted to beat up on me as much as possible. Before I knew it, I had come in 6th place. If you are unfamiliar with the game, there are 8 racers, the ones not controlled by real people are raced by the system. The others had finished higher.
"Damn" I lamented. I kicked of both my shoes. Tim had finished 3rd overall and kicked off one shoe. "You're going down!"
"Wanna wager that?" Tim shot back.
I realized that my boast could be taken two ways, but Tim could have meant his rejoinder in an innocent way, so I just replied, "Just worry about the current bet."
We started the next race, a course filled with over sized mushrooms that you had to bounce off. My only concern was beating Tim. Which I did but with our constant battling, we came in 3rd and fourth again. I was getting warm, so I pulled off the hoodie I was wearing, revealing a long sleeve shirt underneath. Tim elected to take off the other shoe and one sock.
Eric got up and pulled my shirt collar back, underneath I had a T-shirt on and under that an undershirt.
"What the fuck!" He asked.
"Hey, no one said there was a limit to what we could wear! Not my fault if you guys came in with shallow pockets!"
The others conceded grudgingly, but my maneuver ended up backfiring. Now instead of just Tim out to get me, all three of them sent every trap my way. I lost the next three games consecutively. I lost my long sleeve shirt, my short sleeve shirt -- then my two socks -- then my under shirt and my pants. I was down to simply my tighty whiteys. Tim however, being the most focused on me for some reason, ended up 3rd place all three times as well. He lost his other sock, his (one) shirt and his pants. So he too was down to just his underwear.
Eric and Kevin were still fully clothed.
I didn't mind being naked, I knew the others would shed there clothes as soon as we got in the hot tub, but I sure as hell did not want to be the bitch.
For the next race, Eric chose one called Rainbow Road. It's like the hardest race on there, but there is also an amazing short cut if you do it just right. If I messed it up I was toast, but as they say -- no guts, no glory.
The short cut involves jumping off the road at a place where the track passes underneath (it's like a space course). At first the guys thought I was just trailing, so they let me fall back to last. But I really wanted to make sure they didn't do something at the wrong time. I raced up to the point and jumped the track. They thought for sure I was done for. But then they realized I hadn't crashed, but was instead almost done with the first lap!
"What the hell!" Eric and Tim cried almost simultaneously. I decided to risk it again and, when I got to the spot again, deftly made the jump a second time. I was now done with the second lap about the time the others were finishing the first lap. I decided to play it safe for the third. For good measure, I dropped a punch of banana peels at the jumping point, since I saw the others had seen my trick. Sure enough, all three careened off the side and had go the full loop. I easily came in first, not only of the the four of us, but of the race itself. I eased my pants back on while the others finished.
Tim suddenly realized his predicament, but try as he might -- he finished behind Eric, who finished behind Kevin. Eric lost his first piece of clothing -- he chose a shoe.
We all looked at Tim, and as if we had rehearsed it, looked at him and shouted, "Bitch -- get naked!"
Tim stood up and slowly lowered his underwear. He did this standing right in front of me. It didn't seem intentional, just where he ended up when he stood up. The result was his crotch was right at my eye level when he stood up from stepping out of his skivvies. All I could do was stare at his crotch. His dick hanging down about four inches, surrounded by a nest of blonde pubic hair. His nut sack nestled underneath. I think I swallowed involuntarily, and then looked up. Tim was staring at me staring at him and just smiled. He jiggled his crotch a bit and then backed away. I glanced over at Eric and Kevin but they were already get the next race set up.
Without looking over, Kevin piped up, "Hey bitch - go cook us our supper -- I hope no one rings the doorbell -- cause you got to answer it!" And he laughed, like only a brother can at his brother's misfortunes.
Tim suddenly looked mortified. "Shit I can't go up there naked! What if the Taylors (the family from Alabama) or the Pratts (the Utah family) come home! They'd freak."
"Shit bro, you made up the bet, you should have placed limits on it if you were concerned. I guess you're fucked now."
Tim's face became more wretched looking. I think he was about to cry. I was about to say something, when Kevin just busted up, literally holding his stomach as he doubled over laughing. "Dude, you should see your face. I haven't seen you look that mortified since mom found that porn on your computer! Shit bro, I have no desire to get us in trouble. Let's say upstairs you just gotta go shirtless."
The relief on Tim's face was immediate -- "You are such a fuck -- especially since that porn was there because of you -- you ass wipe." Tim grabbed Kevin in a head lock and pulled him over the back of the couch. At first I thought he was really pissed at his brother, but it soon became evident that they must wrestle all the time. They looked pretty evenly matched, but Tim came out on top.
"Both of them were laughing by this time, and Kevin simply reiterated, "Go make supper, bitch!"
Tim threw on his pants and headed upstairs. The three of us settled down to our race. I actually came in second that time, Kevin losing a shoe this time. But the other two were out to get me. I managed to get second twice more, but then, it happened. I lost. And I lost my underwear as well.
Eric looked over at me. "I know you ain't the bitch tonight, but why don't you head up and help Tim with supper -- me and Kev need to see who the ultimate winner is."
"Sure," I replied, not even thinking Eric had any other motive for asking me to leave. My only thought was being able to hang with Tim. Fuck, I know how that sounds, but after the talk I had with Eric, I think I was ready to let go and giving in to the dark side while here in Colorado. I threw my pants back on and headed up. Eric moved over next to Kevin and I heard him say something about 1st place but was upstairs before he finished.
When got to the top of the stairs, Tim was standing facing the grill, so all I saw was his backside. I was struck by how beautiful he was. He dirty blonde hair, his chiseled back, and the top of his butt crack peeking about his slightly sagging jeans. I realized I really hoped that I wasn't misreading all this. I was willing to admit to myself that I was developing a thing for this guy. I stood at the top of the stairs and examined my feelings -- maybe not the most manly thing to do, but I need to understand what I was feeling.
I'd dated several girls and we'd had fun. I enjoyed there company and fantasized about getting down their pants. But the feelings I was having right that moment towards Tim were bigger than anything I'd ever felt towards the girls I dated.
I shivered suddenly and Tim must have heard me move. He turned around and when he saw me, his whole body seemed to just light up. "You came up to help?"
"Yeah...." I was about to say `bitch', but I just couldn't -- not to Tim. "Yeah, bro, what needs doing?"
"How `bout slicing up the peppers, mushrooms and onions?"
"Sure thing!"
We spent the next 30 minutes getting everything ready and then grilling up the steaks and vegetables. We heated up some oil to deep fry the fries. Soon after, we were carting the steaks and trimmings down to the basement. I thought I saw Eric move apart from Kevin pretty quickly when I got to the bottom step, but it was probably just a coincidence of timing.
"Pants off, boys," Kevin reminded us. Setting the plates down on the bar, we followed suit. Eric approached the bar. He was completely in the buff. Obviously he had lost. But Kevin only had his underwear on, so it must have been close. I couldn't help but glance down at Eric's dark cock. I was probably mistaken, but I think it was larger than normal.
"Guess I don't want to be odd man out," Kevin noted, as he whipped off his last piece of clothing. With being several inches shorter than his brother and having his hairless crotch, Kevin looked several years younger than Tom, even though they were the exact same age (I don't think I mentioned before that they were twins -- fraternal, not maternal, of course). We divided up the steaks, vegetables and fries. We each grabbed another beer and headed to the couch. The Matrix was on, so we watch that. Tim was given the task of washing the dishes, and I followed him up to help. It just seemed the right thing to do.
When we finished with the dishes, I mentioned that I was ready for the hot tub. Kevin, however, said he wanted his massage. He looked over at at his brother and said, "I think Tim..." Tim glared at Kevin with a "what the fuck" glare causing Kevin to smirk, ".... should give Mat his massage, so that means Eric gets to massage me. Since I am the all around winner, I think that means the two bitch boys have to wait."
"That's fine with me," I said, "I really want to sit in the hot tub."
Tim and I settled into the luxuriously hot hot tub as Eric followed Kevin into the bedroom. For some reason they closed the door, which meant Tim and I were essentially alone. I'm not sure if I described it or not, but the hot tub was round and could hold maybe six people comfortably. Tim and I sat next to each other, which allowed us to stretch our legs out. I sat there quietly enjoying the feeling of the heat leaching out the soreness of my muscles. My hands were behind my head and I tilted back relaxing.
Tim was swaying his arms in the water. I felt his fingers brush the top of my leg. It was just a brief touch and could have been completely accidental. I felt my little buddy throb slightly in response. Tim's fingers brushed my leg again , a little more pressure than before. Again my dick pulsed. Almost involuntarily, I spread open my legs and felt my knee bump into Tim's. I didn't pull it back.
Tim's hand brushed my leg again and then grabbed hold. I went rock hard. I turned my head and looked over at Tim, he was turned towards me. Our eyes met. I felt his hand move up my leg and caress the inside of my calf. I turned my head back and closed my eyes. His hand moved up... and slid onto my cock. A jolt of pleasure rocketed from the tip of shaft, down to my nut sack and then radiated through out my entire body via my spine. Tim was stroking me ever so slowly.
As nice as it felt, I wasn't quite ready for that. I didn't want this to just be physical, I think. I reached my hand under the water and grabbed his. I pulled him away. I looked over at him and he had a look that was some sort of confused, angry and, above all, scared, like he might be a rabbit who suddenly realized a wolf was above him.
I laughed -- probably nerves of the situation -- I don't know but I laughed. This caused Tim to look more hurt, in addition to everything else. I let go of his hand and placed mine on his chest. Damn, but he felt nice. I hadn't intended to, but I started to caress his pecs and even flicked his nipple a could of times. I looked in his eyes, "Sorry, Tim, didn't mean to laugh -- I sometimes do that when I'm nervous." I continued to caress his chest.
The hurt/angry look melted away, leaving only some mild confusion. "No, I'm sorry Mat. Was I going too fast?"
"Yes...no..maybe.. I don't know." I paused trying to but into words what I was thinking, "Bro, I...I..." Could I say it? Did I want to say it? So many reasons not to...
Everything would change in some way ...
Yes ...
I did want to say it ...
"Tim, bro, you are awesome." No that wasn't quite right. "It more than that .... " I rushed out the next part, "you are beautiful. And not just on the outside, on the inside, you are awesome and beautiful."
I was still rubbing his chest, staring into his eyes.
"But.... I sense a but coming." Tim whispered.
"Well, maybe not a `but', exactly, BUT," I paused with a small grin, realizing there really wasn't any other word to use.
"It seems like you have been maneuvering me all day and a part of me wonders, `Why?' Am I just a conquest -- a piece of ass -- or is it more?" I couldn't believe I was being so open, but if I was going to take this step, I didn't just want to be a stepping stone for some alpha male -- not sure I would have put it that way then, but looking back, that's how I would describe it.
Tim looked at me. He grabbed hold of my hand and held it tight. "Mat, I've known I'm more attracted to guys for awhile, but hell I couldn't act on it back home. I'd probably be beaten up just for being suspected of being.... well... gay ... I guess. Kevin is in the same situation. We talk about it some, but mostly to commiserate. When our mom told us about this trip, we both decided to push the envelope and see if we could have some fun. You know try and find a couple of guys who might be willing to experiment. You and Eric seemed really cool, so we thought we'd test the waters. You were cool with us all being naked all evening. Fuck -- but that was weird and cool at the same time. And a little awkward since Kevin was one of the guys all naked."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously, dude? You and Kevin seemed so chill. I envisioned that you and he ran around your farm in the buff all the time, playing reindeer games or some shit up there in the north country."
It was Tim's turn to guffaw. "Fuck no, I've never been naked that long at one time in my life. But anyway, we thought maybe we could have some fun with the two of you." Tim had started to stroke my leg again, and at the mention of fun' grabbed my crotch briefly for emphasis. I had deflated mostly with the turn of conversation. But his sudden contact brought life back to my little dude. Tim noticed and smiled. He went back to stroking my leg, as I caressed his chest, and he continued. "But today, we just had so much fun. I felt like I connected to you on a deeper level than just wanting to have fun.'"
Tim stopped stroking my leg. I think he was about to cry again. I, on the other hand, felt like I was falling - in a good way. Tim was saying the right thing, and my whole self was just melting at a happiness that seemed to make my whole body tingle.
He looked away. I'd seen a look of fear and frailness right before our eyes lost contact.
I moved my hand to his chin and turned his face back to mine. "We did connect. You want to know something. I wanted to lose at Mario Kart when you lost, because I WANT to sleep next to you. ... Naked." My face felt flush at admitting that, not only to Tim, but to myself.
"Really?"
"Really."
Our faces were only a couple of inches apart. I found myself leaning in. Tim leaned in. And our lips met.
More to come .....
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