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My Adventures with Nick, Part Seven
Nick was obviously disturbed by Matt's announcement, but, like me, he didn't seem to know what to say. He rubbed Matt's back for a few minutes, then he said,
"Talk about it, Matt. What happened? Why'd she dump you?"
"I'm not really sure," Matt said. "She's been having some trouble with her roommate, I know that, but I can't figure that had anything to do with us."
"What kind of trouble," I asked, thankful that I had thought of something to say.
"I think the other girl's a lesbian, and she was putting the moves on Laurie. Laurie was her only friend at school, and I think Lisa--that's her name--was a little jealous of me." Matt paused for a second and then said, "Fuck. I don't know."
I could tell Nick was thinking. The first thing that flashed through my mind was that Laurie was a lesbian, too, and had finally decided to accept the fact. I pretty well knew how that felt. In a second, Nick said,
"Do you think Laurie's a lesbian, too?"
Matt didn't say anything for a few seconds. I watched intensely to see if I could discern what he might be thinking, but I drew a blank. Then he said,
"Frankly, it crossed my mind. I know she's fooled around with other girls, but, hey, who's sucked more cock or been fucked by more guys than I have? I thought things were great between us, sexually. And every other way. Christ, I don't know."
"Did y'all have a fight," Nick asked.
"That's the hell of it," Matt said. "We never fought. Usually. Three or four days ago we got into a minor spat--at least I thought it was minor. But we really didn't fight."
"What did y'all fight about," Nick wanted to know.
"It was about sex. I wanted to eat her out. I had never done that, and I was hungry for her pussy. She let me do everything else I ever wanted to do, but she wouldn't let me suck her pussy. Hell, I ass-fucked her on our second date."
"What did she say, man," Nick asked.
"She said it was something only women did to each other, and she asked me if I was turning into a woman."
"Wow, man, that's pretty fuckin' heavy," Nick said. Then, in all seriousness after a few seconds' pause, "Hell, I'd let you eat my pussy, if I had one." That's what it took to break the tension. Matt and I both started laughing, the hilarity building the more we thought about the irony of what Nick had said and the more we saw the uncomprehending look on his face.
"What the hell's so funny," Nick demanded.
"You . . . ," but that was as far as Matt could go before the laughter wracked him again.
"Fuck you, man," Nick said, still not seeing the humor in his comment.
"I'd let you, if I had a pussy," Matt said, and he and I collapsed in laughter against one another.
Nick got up, angry at the thought of our laughing at him, faced away from us, bent over, pulled his ass cheeks apart, and farted in our direction.
This gesture of defiance was more than Matt and I could handle, and we both laughed so hard we had trouble catching our breaths. Nick went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. In a second we heard him pissing.
When he came back out after a longer time than was necessary, Matt and I had managed to calm down. Nick, on the other hand, was really mad.
"Come on, Nick. Don't be mad at us. We weren't laughing at you." I tried to be as conciliatory as I could.
"Well, what the fuck were you laughing at then?"
"It was what you said," Matt explained.
"And the way you said it," I added. Matt and I started laughing just thinking about Nick's comment.
"See, you guys are ganging up on me," Nick said, the anger gone from his voice. Matt and I continued laughing, and finally Nick joined in, although a bit reluctantly.
Then he said, "I guess it was kinda funny."
"Yeah, buddy, it was," I said. Then we all laughed some more.
When we had all settled down from laughing, Nick spoke.
"So, Matt, why don't you come with us to Europe? We could have a hell of a time."
"Thanks, Nick, but I don't want to horn in on your fun."
"Well, it ain't like you're a fuckin' stranger," Nick said.
"I know, but. . . ."
"Nick's right, Matt," I said. "Come on with us." It occurred to me that I was a guest and that I was inviting someone else, but I was only seconding what Nick had said.
"I don't want to decide right now," Matt said. "I've got plenty of time."
"No, you haven't," Nick said. "You can't always get tickets, you know."
"How do you know it isn't already too late," Matt asked.
"I don't," Nick said, "but when I called the travel agent this afternoon for Brad's tickets, she said there was still one seat left." Nick looked at the clock that was on a table in the room, and continued, "It's too late to call now. The mall's closed. We can call first thing tomorrow, though."
"I'll think about it," Matt said with a finality that let us know he didn't want to talk about the trip any more right then.
It had gotten quite warm outside, and the temperature in front of the fire, even though it was only coals, was a bit too high for comfort. Nick said he was bored just sitting around, and Matt and I agreed. We decided to go down to the pavillion to see what we could find to do.
When we got out onto the patio, there was a fairly heavy fog hanging over everything. The lights were on in the pool, apparently from a timer, and it looked really eerie in the fog. As we walked past the pool single file, Matt jumped to the side and pushed Nick and me in. The water was pretty cool, and the shock was startling.
"You son of a bitch," Nick screamed at Matt. "I'll get your ass for this, motherfucker."
Matt was convulsed in laughter, but he soon got a startled look on his face when Nick started climbing out of the pool. Nick ran over to Matt and grabbed him from behind, holding his arms down at his side. Nick picked him up, and I thought he was going to throw him in the pool. Instead, he set him back down and started licking his ear.
Matt was still laughing, and he didn't really struggle to get away. Instead he said,
"Whoa, Nick, you're going to give me a hard-on."
"I know, fucker. That's what I plan to do." Nick went back to work on the ear. Then he said, "Brad, help me with this asshole, will ya?"
I got out of the pool and asked Nick what he wanted me to do.
"Go into the pavillion and get the handcuffs that are hanging on the wall in the locker room. We're going to teach this cocksucker a lesson."
I did as Nick ordered. When I came back outside, Matt and Nick were on the grass, wrestling. They rolled around trying to get good holds on one another. Both boys had hard-ons by now.
Matt got Nick in a headlock with his left arm, and Nick told me to use the cuffs on Matt. I got closer, not really knowing how I was going to do what Nick had told me to do. I grabbed for Matt's right arm hoping to cuff him and then pull that arm behind him, but Matt was too fast for me. Before I realized what happened, he snatched the cuffs away from me and had one end around Nick's wrist. Nick put up quite a fight, and both guys were down on the grass in a second. Matt had the advantage in the fall, and he quickly got Nick's cuffed arm behind him and Nick face down on the ground. Matt put his knee solidly in Nick's back and managed to get his left arm behind him, too. In another second the cuffs were secure around both wrists.
I didn't know what was going on. I watched Matt get Nick to his feet, and Nick grimaced a little as Matt started moving him toward the pavillion.
"Nick, what should I do," I asked. There was real urgency in my voice. I didn't know if this was a game or if Nick was in danger. "You want me to call 911?"
Nick and Matt both laughed at that. Then I knew it was a game.
"Don't touch the fucking phone, or you're next," Matt said. "This bastard is in for some torture, and if you have any sense, you'll help me."
I didn't know what to say. Torture sounded like, well, torture. Nick saw the look of terror on my face and said, "It's okay, buddy. He may force you to torture me, but we'll get him back. Don't worry. I'll understand if you cooperate with him. You won't have any choice, for now."
I felt a good bit of relief at that point.
"So what's the torture going to be," I asked Matt.
"We're going to give this bastard a giant case of the blue balls, that's what. You'll enjoy it, but he'll suffer."
We went inside the pavillion. Matt told me to lower a chain that was hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the party room. I hadn't noticed it before now, but I figured they'd done this before. In fact, I thought, who keeps handcuffs around unless they're either cops or into some kind of kinky sex? The chain had a tough metal clasp on the end of it. Matt made Nick bring the cuffs under his feet so his arms would be in front of him, and he snapped the short chain between the two cuffs onto the clasp. Nick's arms were now high over his head, but his feet were still firmly on the floor. Matt got some duct tape and stuck a generous piece over Nick's mouth. "That's so the fucker won't try to bite us," Matt said. He and Nick still had huge erections, and my cock started getting big, too.
"What do you say we have a drink," Matt suggested. He made drinks for him and me, and we settled down on the mat on the floor right in front of Nick. Nick tried to kick us, so Matt got up and tied his ankles with ropes to posts that were on either side of Nick. Matt then came back to where I was and sat down.
"Let's let him stew for awhile while you and I get to know one another," Matt said. He reached over to me and started rubbing my right nipple. My cock responded instantly, and, before I knew it, I started giving off precum. Matt noticed, of course, and he began to rub it all over the head of my cock and down the shaft. I did the same to him, and in seconds we were in each other's arms on the floor, our drinks forgotten for the time being.
Matt kissed me deeply and wetly on my mouth, and I returned the favor, giving him as much of my tongue as I could manage. He got on top of me and started licking my face, then my ears, and finally down to my right nipple. I couldn't reach him with my mouth, so I went to work on his ass. I caressed each cheek gently, and then I moved into his crack. I found his anus and teased it with my index finger. He moaned when I did that, so I wet my middle finger and began to probe his hole. He obviously liked what I was doing, and I kept it up for several minutes.
Then he moved down to my groin. I thought he was going to take my dick into his mouth, but he didn't. Instead, he gently pushed my legs up onto his shoulders, and he went to work on my ass with his tongue. I shuddered with the pleasure of it all, loving it as he tongue-fucked my ass with hot, wet swipes. After a few minutes of this bliss, he moved up higher on me and stuck his penis, slippery with precum, into me. Matt's cock was smaller than Nick's, and I felt no resistance at all as he entered me. He deep-fucked me a time or two, and then we established a rhythm that seemed to make the two of us one. Nick was good, but Matt was his teacher. He made every cell in my body hum with sweet sensation.
I could see Nick over Matt's shoulder, and he was watching every move we made. His cock was so wet with precum that it looked like it had been hosed down. He moved his hips in the rhythm Matt and I were using, and I could tell he wanted to be down there with us.
Then Matt did something that was truly amazing. He told me to clasp my legs around his waist because he was going to pick me up. Then, with his cock in my ass to the hilt, he got on his knees and lifted me off the mat. I felt his muscles strain, and he grunted from the effort. Somehow, though, he stood up with me impaled on his shaft. He held me up by my ass cheecks, and I balanced myself by clutching his head, my forearms putting a good bit of my weight on his shoulders. He walked over to Nick.
"Go for his nipples," Matt said, and I did. I gently pinched and kneeded them, and rubbed Nick's pecs. He moaned at my touch.
"Don't fuckin' come, Nick," Matt warned. "Don't fuckin' come."
Matt reached down and started stroking Nick's engorged cock. He moaned more with that move, and I thought he would spew any second. Matt knew how to play him, though, and he stopped just short of Nick's orgasm. We kept this up for a good while. Then Matt moved over to two barstools that were side by side and lowered me onto them. We resumed our fuck rhythm in this position, and Matt asked me if I wanted to come. I said I did, and he bent foward and started sucking my cock, as Nick had done before. I felt my insides turn to fire, and in seconds Matt and I came together.
Matt and I returned to the mat on the floor in front of Nick and smoked cigarettes. We looked at Nick, and I could tell he was aching to come. Matt got up to make us more drinks. He brought mine to me, and then he got a big handful of ice and held it up to Nick's nuts. He squirmed a little, but his cock started getting soft. A huge drop of precum squeezed its way out of his cock, but it just hung there. I watched as it slowly got too heavy to support itself, and gravity forced it downward. It didn't fall completely off, though, but hung like a thin hair between Nick's cock and the floor. Nick looked at me pleadingly, and I turned my gaze away.
In a few minutes Matt was ready to torment Nick some more. He put me on Nick's right side, and he took the left. At his command, we both started licking Nick's chest, giving special attention to his nipples. He moaned at this treatment, and then his cock got rock hard. Once again the precum started flowing. I had noticed before that he seemed to produce more of it than I did, but that night his output was really quite prodigious. It ran down the top of his cock into his pubic hair, and the hair was starting to get matted with the moisture.
Matt and I worked the nipples for a while; then we moved down to his balls. Nick's sack is really very sensitive, and it was already tight against the base of his cock when we started. We noticed that his dick started bobbing up and down like he was going to come, so we pulled back to let him calm down a bit. In a few seconds, though, we were back to work. Matt knew just how far to go to bring Nick to the brink without his going over it, and we must have done that six or seven times in that session.
After a short rest period to let Nick settle down, Matt went into the locker room and came back with two very fluffy feathers.
"They're for his underarms. It'll drive him wild," Matt said.
We went at him with the feathers, and it had the effect on Nick that Matt had predicted. Again, we brought him to the brink of orgasm several times without letting him come.
I was beginning to feel a little self-conscious. My own cock was hard as a rock, and I wanted to get off. Matt noticed, of course, and asked me if I wanted him to give me a hand. I said yes, of course, and he positioned me in front of Nick. He stood at my side and slowly, patiently jerked me off. I splashed cum all over Nick's cock, and a big glob landed on his swollen cockhead. He moaned as loudly as the duct tape permitted when this happened. Then Matt took my hand and guided it to rub my cum all over Nick's cock.
I couldn't tell if the expression on Nick's face was agony or ecstasy, but it was definitely not an expression I had seen before. Nick was making noise like he was trying to talk. Then, all of a sudden, he started to cry.
The tears did it to me. I felt terrible that I was putting my friend through this humiliation and suffering, especially after what he had told me about not crying.
"Matt, don't you think we've gone far enough," I asked.
"No, I don't. This fucker's faking those tears. He just wants to come, that's all."
I was getting scared and worried. "He's not faking, man. Those are real tears. He never cries. He told me so. Let's let him come and get down from there."
"Bullshit. This motherfucker has to suffer."
"No. Bullshit to you, man. He's my friend, and I say he's had enough." My voice reflected my growing anger. I reached up and pulled the tape from Nick's mouth, forgetting that he had a four-day growth of heavy beard under it. He screamed as I ripped the tape off, and he cried even more.
"Is the little pussy in pain," Matt asked sarcastically.
Nick was sobbing. "Let me come. Please. Let me come," Nick pleaded between sobs.
"Why should we, you little pussy cry-baby? Why should we let a little girl pussy come like a man? Huh?"
"Come on, Matt," I pleaded. "He's hurting, man. This isn't fun anymore."
"You hear what your fuck-buddy's saying, Nick? Tell him you're faking, cocksucker." Matt's voice had an ugly edge. I was really afraid now, and I thought we had some kind of psycho pervert on our hands.
"I'm not faking," Nick sobbed. "I need to come, man."
"All right, shit-ass. You'll come. But only with me inside you."
Matt moved behind Nick and shoved his cock up his ass with a powerful thrust. He started fucking Nick, and Nick's tears turned to a smile of pure pleasure. I stood in front of him, and after about ten of Matt's pumps, Nick came in a violent frenzy. He shot cum all over my chest, my stomach, and my legs. It came in burst after burst, and I don't think I've ever seen so much at one time.
When Matt was done, he let Nick down. I expected Nick to be really pissed. Instead, he gave his brother a long, hot, wet kiss. Nick slumped to the mat, and I got down next to him.
"Nick, I'm sorry we did that," I said. "I never thought he would really hurt you. I thought it was a game. I'd never do anything to hurt you, buddy. I love. . .I mean I like you too much for that." I was rambling, hardly knowing what I was saying.
Nick and Matt both started laughing.
"What the hell's so funny," I demanded.
Nick spoke. "Brad, you really are a great guy, you know that? I really was faking it, man. Those were real tears, but I wasn't hurting. That was about the best come I've had all year." He leaned over, then, and kissed me hard.
I've felt stupid plenty of times in my life, but that was about the worst time I could remember. I had to laugh, of course, because what had happened was funny. When I thought about it later, I realized there was no way Nick could have been in real pain. I was a rookie playing with pros, and my inexperience showed.
We hung around the pavillion a little longer, but it was already after 1:00 in the morning. Nick and I went to bed in his room, and Matt went to bed in his own. After about fifteen minutes, though, Matt crawled in with us, and the three of us slept curled up in each others' arms.
The next morning when I woke up, Nick was already out of bed and probably downstairs drinking coffee. Matt was awake, just lying there. He asked me if I had slept well, and I told him I had.
"That was a pretty shitty thing we did to you last night," Matt said. "But you were a good sport about it, and that means a lot to us."
"You guys have to remember I'm new at all of this," I said. "You've been brothers all your lives, and you've been fucking since you were old enough to get a boner. I was a virgin until a few days ago."
"Yeah, but that's behind you now, guy. You're coming along nicely."
After a pause, Matt continued:
"I've been thinking about that trip we talked about yesterday. Do you really want me to go?"
"Of course I do," I said. "I could go for you as easily as I can Nick." I was immediately sorry I had said that, but I couldn't figure out a way to take it back without offending Matt.
"I know," he said. "And I could go for you."
I was stunned by this revelation. "Matt," I said, "you asked me last night when I knew I was gay. Do you think I'm gay?"
"Shit, Brad, I don't know if I'm gay. How the hell am I supposed to know if you are?"
"Well, do I seem gay to you? You're a lot more experienced at these things than I am."
"You obviously enjoy sex with guys, and that's one of the big tests." He laughed at the obviousness of this remark.
"Yeah, but so do you, and you say you don't know if you're gay."
"You've got a point there," he said. "Nick gets really worked up at what he calls categories."
"Yeah, I know," I said, and smiled.
"I guess you do. But you know, I think he's really right about that. For the last six months I haven't touched another guy. My cock was hard most of the time, but it was all for Laurie. And right now, my cock is hard for you."
"You've just got to piss," I said.
"No. I've already done that. Seriously, I really could go for you. But I could also go for Laurie, if she'd have me again. Nick and I are different in that way. He loves everybody, but not really in a sexual way."
I started to challenge that comment, but Matt cut me off.
"I know. I know. He really, and I mean really, likes sex with anybody who's available. Sometimes he's horny for pussy, and sometimes he's horny for cock. But I've seen him work a party. What he's most interested in is sex, and he'd take it with a sheep if that's all that was around."
"But he seems so sensitive. I mean, he's made sure I had a good time without even thinking about himself. That doesn't seem like a sex maniac to me."
"Oh, he's not a sex maniac," Matt said. "Far from it. And you're right. He's very sensitive. But part of sex for Nick is giving other people a good time. Does that make sense?"
"Maybe. He's just about the most complicated guy I've ever known, and I've only really known him a few days."
"You got that right," he said. "He's so fucking complicated that in his world there is no black and white. There's only gray. He's also naive as hell. Have you noticed?"
"Not naive, really. Gullible, maybe. But really, he's more of a literalist sometimes. I mean, he's said stuff that floored me."
Matt laughed at that remark. "Brad, I could tell you stories about him . . . ." He laughed again, showing obvious love for this sweet, tough, vulnerable man.
"Back to me, okay? My goal for this weekend was to find out if I'm gay. Or straight. Or bi. Or what the fuck I am."
"Good luck, Brad. But I don't think the categories work."
We both laughed.
I got up to piss and then came back to bed. When I returned, Matt had the covers pushed down, and he really did have a raging hard-on.
"So, is that for me," I asked, taking his cock in my hand.
"If you want it, it is," he said. "And I hope you do."
I did. I went down on Matt and sucked his cock as best I knew how. We got into the sixty-nine position after a few minutes, and he took me to the brink. I couldn't tell about him, though. After several close approaches, we both came in each others' mouths. Then we snuggled.
Then Nick came in with coffee and sausage biscuits from McDonald's. He saw what we had been up to, and he grinned the Nick grin. "Drop those cocks, and grab your socks," he said. "We've got a fuckin' trip to plan." That was it.
Nick was naked, just like Matt and I. "Did you go to McDonald's without any clothes on," I asked, incredulous.
"Fuckin' aye." That's all he said, and I believed him. "I went through the drive-through."
"Didn't the girl at the window see your cock," I asked.
"It was a guy, and, yeah, he did. He just laughed."
We sat on the bed with our legs crossed Indian style, drinking coffee, eating sausage biscuits, smoking cigarettes, and planning the trip. Matt never told either one of us he was going. He just was. We talked about where we would go and what we would do. The Marshall boys had both been to Europe several times before, so they took the lead. I mostly listened and marvelled at these guys.
When they thought the mall had opened, Nick called the travel agent again and secured tickets for Matt, this time giving Matt's American Express Card number, instead of his own. In the early afternoon we went for a swim, and then we lay out in the sun on the patio. None of us had had clothes on since Matt showed us his video the afternoon before, and I felt completely at home and comfortable naked as the day I was born.
Matt went to sleep in the sun, and Nick and I decided to walk around the property to see what we could see. I felt guilty about having had sex with Matt that morning without Nick, so I brought the subject up.
"Nick," I said, "Matt and I sucked each other off this morning. I feel like I betrayed you."
"Oh, please," he said. "I knew y'all did something. But, really, that's what I was trying to say the other day. A buddy is a buddy, not a lover. Not a wife or a husband. If Matt and I had been alone in that bed, we probably would have done the same thing. It's nothing, man. Forget it."
"No, Nick. It's not nothing. I'm attracted to Matt." I must have sounded like a pretty pompous son of a bitch, and Nick responded by laughing.
"I know you are. So am I. So is just about everybody he meets. He happens to be my brother, and we happen to look a lot alike. But so what?"
"I don't understand all of this," I said. "Brothers fucking each other. Brothers being attracted to each other. Hell, guys fucking each other. What does it all mean?"
"It means we're human, man. Fuckin' human."
When we got back to the pool, Matt was still asleep. Nick and I quietly got into the water, and we hoisted ourselves onto a mattress float. We had to hold on to each other to stay on the mattress, and in a second Nick and I were kissing. That, plus the friction of our bodies rubbing together on the mattress, gave us both hard-ons. Nick started tonguing my left ear, and pretty soon he was driving me crazy.
Then he whispered to me, "I want you to fuck me right now. I want your hot, hard cock up my ass, and I want you to slam into me to make my teeth ache."
He put his left leg over my thighs, and this gave me access to his asshole. With no more lubrication than a little pre-cum, I slipped my cock into his ass. I reached around to Nick's cock so I could jerk him off as I fucked him.
We started our rhythm. Nick's leg was on top of me, and I think that was the only thing that kept us from slipping off the float and into the pool. As I pushed in and Nick pushed down to meet me, the float jackknifed, making a sandwich with the two of us as the meat. The motion started us moving down the length of the pool, and I had a brief image of one of those old-time railroad pump cars that required two men to move it by pumping a lever up and down. It took us a while to get to our orgasms. We slowed down a couple of times when I told Nick I was getting close to shooting my load, and, altogether, we must have fucked for at least thirty minutes.
Suddenly I knew there was no postponing the inevitable, and I said so to Nick. He grabbed the side of the float tightly to keep us from falling off, and together we bucked wildly as our cocks exploded. Neither of us shot much cum, but we both spasmed seven or eight time, each time harder and longer than the last. When we finally finished, we were both spent and exhausted. My cock tended to stay hard for quite a while when I was inside Nick, and this time was no exception. We floated around the pool, still connected, for ten minutes or more, and finally we pulled apart.
"How do you keep coming up with all these new ways to have sex," I asked Nick.
He grinned and simply shrugged. He kissed first my cheek and then my mouth, and we slipped off the float into the water. We played around a while, wrestling and ducking each other the way young boys do. The noise of our play must have awakened Matt, and we got out of the water when we noticed he was awake.
"What time is it," Matt asked.
Nick's watch was on the table next to him. "It's 2:10," he said.
"Are you guys hungry," Matt asked. "Or did you get something to eat?"
"No," I said. "And I'm pretty hungry."
"Me, too," Nick said. "Let's go to McDonalds and get some hamburgers."
"I don't want to have to get dress," I said, enjoying my newfound freedom in the nude.
"Let's go bare-assed," Matt said.
"You gotta be kidding," I said.
"Hell, no, he isn't," Nick said. "I went this morning. We won't have to get out. Come on, Brad; don't be a chicken shit."
I laughed, not knowing what else to do, but I could tell these boys were serious.
"What the fuck," I said.
"That's it, buddy. What the fuck."
We decided to take jeans just in case we got stopped. We decided to take one of the estate pickups so we could all sit together, and Nick drove. I had no idea how far McDonalds was from the Country Place, but I think Nick went out of his way to take us down every road and street in the tiny little town. We waved at people we passed, as is the tradition in the town, and nobody seemed to give a second thought to the sight of three young men riding around with what they assumed, I'm sure, were no shirts on. The whole adventure of what we were doing was exciting, and I got a hard-on. I was sitting in the middle, and both Marshall boys started groping me. We were all laughing hard, and they got erections, too. I groped them back, and we drove up to the outdoor speaker at McDonalds with hands on all three cocks.
Nick was laughing too hard to be understood by the order-taker, so he had to repeat himself twice. We drove around to the window to get our food, and the girl who served us didn't seem to notice there was anything out of the ordinary.
We decided to get some beer to wash down our burgers, so we pulled up to the drive-through window at a small liquor store. We ordered a six-pack. As we were paying for it, the guy at the window raised up on his toes and leaned forward to see what was going on inside the cab. He smiled knowingly and said, "You guys look like y'all are havin' a hell of a good time. Wish I could go with you."
"Well, come on, man. Only bring another six-pack." We all laughed when Nick said that, including the man at the window.
"Hell, I wish I could. But I gotta keep this damn place open." And then, "Do I know you? Do you live here?"
"Well, yes and no," Nick said. I'm Nick Marshall, and the plantation that's called the Country Place is ours."
"Well, hell, yes, then. I know who you are. I been to a party up there one time."
"Why don't you stop by when you get off. You never can tell what'll be going on."
"I might do that. My name's Travis. I get off around seven. I might take you up on your offer."
"Do it, Travis," Nick said.
"Yeah, man," Matt said. "You might find an orgy going on."
Travis, who looked to be in his early twenties, laughed. "It wouldn't surprise me none."
We drove off after that last exchange. Nick took us down an unpaved road that hadn't been graded in a long time. We bounced around all over the cab, and Matt, who had been slowly pumping my cock since McDonalds, picked up the pace. Suddenly I felt an orgasm about to happen, and I gasped. In a second I came with violent contractions but only a drop or two of cum.
"God, Brad, that's fucking disgusting," Matt said. I thought I had committed a serious faux-pas, but then he and Nick roared with laughter. I laughed, too.
We pulled off the dirt road onto what must have been a pig trail, and in a hundred yards it opened onto a beautiful lake. The banks were covered with new grass, and the sun made the whole place golden. We picknicked there on our now-cold hamburgers and french fries and our beer. After we ate we considered going for a swim, but decided not to. We got back into the truck and drove back to the Country Place.
To say that weekend was the turning point of my life would be, without a doubt, to utter the understatement of the second millenium. I had gone to the Country Place with Nick because I liked him, because I was seriously attracted to him sexually, and because I wanted to find out if I were gay. It turned out to be one of the most memorably experiences of my life, and I'll never forget it.
Nick and I graduated, and then Nick, Matt, and I went to Europe together. Matt took up with a girl in Paris into our second week on the trip, and he opted to stay there with her rather than to continue on with us. Nick eventually set me up with a girl one night, and, much to my surprise, I was able to perform adequately (It took me forty-five minutes to achieve orgasm, so she thought I was Prince Charming. The problem was I just wasn't interested but was too much of a gentleman to admit it to her. Go figure.). Nick and I continued to have great sex on the trip, but, as time went by, we both started hooking up more and more often with other people, he with women, usually, and I with men, always.
One of the men I had a three-day fling with in Berlin was an American college student who happened to go to Dartmouth College. He convinced me that the Ivy League was vastly superior to any of the other schools I had been accepted at, and I ended up there. Ironically, he had occasionally referred to it as Fart-mouth College, an expression Matt always used. Nick and I corresponded by e-mail three or four times a week, at first, but then our communications began to become less frequent as our schedules became busier that first semester.
During the Christmas vacation of my freshman year, Nick and I saw a good bit of one another, and, as it had been, the sex was incredible. But we both knew we were drawing apart from one another physically. He was dating a girl that he's still with, almost two full years later, and I met Lennox Fillmore when I returned to school in January. Len and I are together still.
New Orleans was never really "my" town, so I wasn't disappointed when my mom moved back to Minneapolis in March of my freshman year. Nick and I still write one another and talk on the phone occasionally, but we haven't seen one another in over a year. Regardless of our lack of contact, though, I'll always be grateful to Nick and love him dearly. And, for sure, I'll never, ever forget my adventures with Nick.