My extra bed was covered in papers, books and clothes, some clean, some sort of clean and some not so clean at all. The bed was always my storage area and only served the purpose of a real bed if I was expecting company, which I was. My carpet was a dark blue color I picked out four years ago and soft and cushiony enough to feel like feathers beneath my bare feet. I walked across the carpet to my bed to begin the long process of cleaning it off and making it presentable for my best friend to occupy. I grabbed the stuff on my bed one armful at a time and took it to my closet, where I threw it in on the floor and closed the door. My closet never served me as a real closet anyway. If I couldn't find my clothes on the floor or on the bed, they didn't need to be found.
"Brad, did you talk to Brian yet?" my mother asked as she stood in my doorway.
"No, I'm going to call him when I finish cleaning up."
"Are you going to move that crap off your floor?" I could hear the annoyance in her voice, the byproduct of her unfortunate neat freak personality. My room was a blight on the whole house, but it was my room and she tried to respect my privacy until it got too bad, then I would walk in my room one day and everything would be in its place. I hated when she cleaned my room, but she hadn't done it in months because I went off on her the last time she did it. She moved my favorite shirt and it took me a week to find it folded up in one of my drawers, buried beneath a pile of equally neatly folded shirts. I shouted at her and made her cry and then I had to apologize because I didn't want to make her cry, but I had to let her know that I was too old for her to be cleaning up after me like I was a baby.
"Mom, Brian could care less about what's on my floor. He's not sleeping on it and he's seen my room in much worse condition. He was just here yesterday."
"Honey, that's beside the point, you shouldn't want him to have to stay in filth just because you do," she said in her classic condescending voice.
"Mom!" I shouted, already tired from our exchange. Communicating with her was always a challenging or tiring experience since I became a teenager but I loved her anyway.
"Okay, okay. I'm going to finish packing."
I walked to the door and slammed it shut as she walked down the hallway. I felt like a typical angst ridden teen as I turned around and tried to decide if I should empty the garbage out of my trashcan. I decided against it so I grabbed my cordless phone and sat down on my bed. I pressed the speed dial button for Brian and waited for him to answer.
"Hello Loser, what the hell do you want?" he asked.
"Hey Reject, I was calling to talk to your sister. Is that heifer there?"
"Yo momma!" he said before he started laughing. "Seriously though, what's up?"
"The parents want to know when you will be gracing our house with your undeniably annoying and unbelievably unattractive mug?"
"They're still cool with me coming to stay there for the week?"
"Of course they are. You know my mother loves you. You're like the son she always wanted."
"Yeah, it does suck for her that she got stuck with you."
"Haha, asshole. So what time are you getting here, because my mother is going to have a conniption if you don't get here before they leave."
"I'll be there in about twenty minutes. I'm hitching a ride with Lauren because if my mother brings me"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, because if your mother brings you, she's going to see that my parents are going out of town and that will be it for our little plan because she's going to take you back home with her."
"Yeah, something like that. I still can't believe we're getting away with this. This is so cool!"
"I know! The whole house to ourselves with no parents, no rules, and no annoying siblings."
"Shut up, you know you love your little brother."
"But I love your older sister more."
"It's never going to happen," he said. The truth was that he didn't have to tell me it was never going to happen because I already knew that and I was hoping nothing would happen between us. I joked with him about his sister because she wasn't my type. Don't get me wrong, his older sister was hot, but she was attached to breast and a vagina and neither interested me. Now if she had been his older brother, that would be a different story, but she wasn't so that was the end of any possible story. I only teased him about her because it seemed like the straight thing to do since she was a beautiful girl and all. My comments always seemed to make him uncomfortable, but I think they drove home my pretend heterosexuality and that was the intended purpose. I hated not telling him that I was gay, but what could I do. I wasn't willing to test our friendship and see how he would react, because I couldn't handle the thought of losing him.
Brian and I were friends since kindergarten, meeting in the sandbox one fateful day at recess and kicking dirt in all the girls faces ever since. There wasn't a girl we couldn't seduce, which was good to hide my sexuality. We were both sixteen and had already had about twenty real girlfriends between the two of us and that's not counting the chicks we messed around with for fun. A girl was lucky if she made it past the one month plateau with one of us, we had a "love 'em, leave 'em, then get with their friends" policy. I'm not sure why we did it, besides our own personal competition. Brian was no longer a virgin, having convinced Sheila Altman to have sex with him after homecoming freshman year. I, being the competitive little person that I am, followed by losing my virginity the next weekend to Sheila's cousin who was visiting from some city in the Midwest. I don't really remember the name of the city, or even her name for that matter, but I guess she was okay. I mean she served the purpose of keeping me at the same level with Brian and that was all I cared about back then. I was a little sad that I didn't really enjoy it, but she seemed to and by the time school started on Monday, Sheila was spreading the word about my skills in the sack. Her cousin had apparently told her that she had never been with a boy my age that could last so long. I didn't have the heart to tell all the girls at my school that I lasted a long time because I was struggling just to keep it up for her. I kept seeing her breasts jiggling and then I'd have to close my eyes and pretend she was Tony, this really cute Italian guy in one of my classes, and when that stopped working, I flipped her over and hit it from behind so I could pretend that I was pushing in and out of Tony.
Once I got a reputation as a good lover, the girls were practically lining up to find out what it felt like to be with a boy who lasted longer than thirty seconds. Brian was a little miffed at first, but he came around, especially when I told him that I had decided to abstain from sex which meant he got to do all the girls who I turned down. I'm not saying I didn't let a few happy girls suck my dick or give me a handjob, I'm just saying I didn't do a damn thing for any of them besides maybe stick a finger in them and even that made me feel horrible. I was attracting the wrong type of girls and I told Brian that one day. He laughed, not understanding why I was complaining about so many girls wanting to get in my pants. For him, it was the perfect life, for me it was pure hell. Most of the twenty girlfriends we had were on my end. I had fifteen girlfriends in the past year and a half, one for each month since I lost my virginity. I could never keep any of them around because I knew they would eventually want sex, if they didn't start out expecting it in the beginning and after my experience with Sheila's cousin, I didn't want to have sex with anyone for a long time. Brian was more of a one night stand, random hook up kind of guy, so he had few girlfriends and ironically enough, my girlfriends usually outlasted his.
"Brad stop daydreaming about my sister and answer the question," he said.
"What?"
"I asked what time your parents are leaving?"
"In about an hour."
"Okay, I'll be there before they leave. My sister is ready to go now, so I'm gonna go take a piss and then we'll be on our way to your house."
"Thanks for the play by play."
"Any time, Loser, any time."
"Goodbye."
"See ya."
We hung up and I was left sitting on my bed waiting for him to arrive. The only thing about our week that scared me was knowing that we would be spending so much time together and I had to make sure he didn't somehow figure out my secret. I was sure I could fool him at least until we went off to college.
I felt the urge to pee, so I went to the bathroom and emptied my bladder. I washed my hands and then I took a few minutes to admire myself in the mirror. I was cute and I knew it. I was six feet tall, thanks to my dad's good genes. My hair was black, but I had it short and spiky up top with blond highlights lightly frosting the tips because I was cool enough to pull it off without looking gay. My eyes were light blue which apparently drove the girls wild. I wasn't built like Brian, but he was an athlete and I was well, I was just a ladies man. While Brian was playing football, basketball or running track, I was sitting in the bleachers picking up chicks or rather, being picked up by chicks. I don't know what it was about me, maybe I have a great personality or something, but I was never alone for too long. I would sit down and a pack of girls would pounce on me and start flirting immediately, undoubtedly hoping that they would be the lucky girl who I decided to lose my celibacy to, but that wasn't happening. I even had older chicks trying to seduce me so they could see if the rumor was true. I wouldn't tell Brian, but his sister made a pass at me once. Well it was more than a pass. I got out of the shower at his house and she was waiting for me. I had to tell her that I couldn't do that to Brian, and even then she still pressed the issue until I pushed her off.
Part of me wished that it was the boys at my school who were all over me, but I wasn't sure if I could handle it. I had a guy hit on me once and I freaked out. I beat him up just to prove to myself and the people around us that I wasn't a fag. I felt horrible and apologized to the boy when he returned to school. He accepted my apology but then proceeded to avoid me like the plague. There was this other guy, Tony, my fantasy lover, who was always staring at me. I found myself looking forward to any classes we shared together because I knew he would be staring at me with his beautiful brown eyes. We had only spoken one on one a handful of times since we first met last year in English class, but each time was electric. I still remember the way my heart skipped a beat and the room seemed to spin when he shook my hand and told me his name. I made it my mission to try to stay away from him outside of class because I was afraid of how I would act. Every time I saw him, I couldn't help but smile at him, thinking about the wet dream or the jacking session I had with him in mind the night before, or thinking about the many times I made out with a girl and pictured his tongue inside my mouth instead of hers. He was oblivious to what he was doing to me and I had every intention to keep it that way.
Tony wasn't obviously attractive like me, but that just made me like him more. You had to really look at him to see the cute way his eyes lit up when he thought he knew the answer, or the way his smile was a little crooked, or his voice got higher when the teacher ambushed him with a question. Then there was the adorable way he rubbed his lips with his pen during class and brushed his curly hair away from his face ever few minutes. Oh and my personal favorite was the way he was built. He was about 5'7" and he was built like a truck. He was on the football team with Brian, but his body was so much better than Brian's, then again, maybe I'm biased because Brian is like a brother to me, but umph, just thinking about Tony's cute bubble butt that is hard enough to bounce a quarter off and the way his skin has that natural tan all year round, oh goodness, now I'm all hot and bothered. What I wouldn't give to rub my fingers over his tight arms and kiss my way down his hard body. I saw him without his shirt on once and watched as he gently caressed his stomach muscles with his hand, I swear he was doing it just for me, and I almost came right then. I had to think about kissing my grandmother in order to completely deflate my little general.
"Brad!" My father shouts as he knocks on the door, bringing me crashing back down to reality and my hand in my shorts. Tony always did that to me, that's why I tried not to think about him too hard when I was in public, because whenever I focused on him, my hand always found its way to the hardon in my pants and I thought that might be a little embarrassing if it happened outside of my bedroom.
"Yes Dad."
"What time is Brian getting here? We wanted to talk to his mother before we left."
Down went my little general and I sat up from the bed in a flash trying to think of something to say. "You can't talk to his mother!" flew out of my mouth before I could fix it in to something less panic stricken.
"Why not?"
"She's not dropping him off, Lauren is."
"Oh, well then I guess I'll just go call her then."
"You can't do that either. She's not home."
"Her cell phone number is on the refrigerator, I'll call that."
"She's busy. She's in some important meeting at her job, that's why she couldn't drop Brian off."
"Oh, I'll write down the number so I can call her later."
"Dad, don't ruin your trip! You know how she is. Brian wouldn't be coming over here unless it was okay with her and she was comfortable with the arrangements."
"I still can't believe she's letting that boy stay over here for an entire week unsupervised. I thought for sure that she would suggest you come over there for the week."
"Well you thought wrong," I told him. Of course he was right, Brian's mother would never let him spend the week unsupervised, but she didn't know about that detail. One virtue of telling your parents the truth most of the time is that when you do decide to lie to them, they usually believe you without question.
"I guess that woman is full of surprises."
"Guess she is," I shouted back through the door. I heard the horn from Lauren's car and I jumped off the bed and opened my bedroom door so I could cut Brian off before he accidentally said something that didn't coincide with my new lies. I beat my father down the stairs and ran out the front door. "It's such a shame your mother has that important meeting this evening. I was looking forward to seeing her," I yelled at Brian as he walked up the driveway.
"What?" he asked.
"You know, the meeting," I told him and then I winked.
"Oh yeah, the meeting. Yeah, her secretary said she's still in it, I couldn't even tell her I was leaving. I guess I'll call her tomorrow and check in."
"Cool." I waved to his sister as she pulled off and then Brian and I walked in the house.
"Hey Brian," my father said as soon as Brian walked in the door behind me.
"Hey Mr. Thomas."
"So what's this I hear about your mother having a meeting this evening? I thought she always got home early when your father was out of town. Isn't he still in London?"
"It was a last minute meeting. Something real big, her secretary wouldn't even let me talk to her. I don't know what time she's going to get home."
"And your father?"
"He's going to be back in two weeks."
"Oh. Well what"
I interrupted him, "Dad, I think you've asked him enough questions."
"I just want to make sure everything will be okay."
"It will. Come on, Brian, let's go to my room."
Brian followed me up the stairs to my room. He threw his bags on the floor and then remarked, "It looks like you cleaned up some. You didn't have to do that."
"I thought you might like to actually sleep on top of a bed."
"A bed is always nice." He jumped on his bed and said, "Did you wash the sheets?"
"You're the only person who uses that bed. Now if you left something in there, maybe you should change the sheets yourself because I'm not touching it."
"Hardy-har-har. Your mother and I did get a little carried away in here last weekend."
I threw a pillow at him. "Eww, you nasty pervert!"
He sat up and we decided to play some poker until my family left. They were off to see my grandparents and I was fortunate enough to stay behind because I had convinced my mother that I had tutoring and various other commitments for the week. I did have tutoring, but I could have tutored that dumb broad whenever. She didn't show up for the tutoring anyway, unless her sticking her tongue down my throat was some new kind of hands on sex education class that I somehow missed last year.
About an hour after Brian arrived, my parents called us down. My family was standing at the bottom of the stairs. They looked so happy. My little ten year old brother was holding my mother's hand and my father had his arm around my mother's waist.
"Hey Brian," screamed my little brother with a huge smile on his face.
"Hey Squirt," Brian said. Then he spoke to my mother and I watched as my family all gave him a hug and then it was my turn to join in the hugging fest. I hugged each of them and received a kiss on the cheek from my mother.
"You boys behave, okay?" My mother said as she let me go.
"We will."
"And all the numbers are on the refrigerator."
"I know. Just relax."
"But you've never been here by yourself for so long."
"I'm not by myself, Brian is here."
"I know." She looked at Brian. "You make sure he keeps the house decent. Don't let me come back to a pig sty."
"Yes Mom 2." At some time over our years of friendship, Brian had gotten in to the habit of calling my mother Mom 2 and it always brought a smile to her face.
"Thank you Sweetie."
"Well, I guess it's time for us to go. Tell your mother I'll talk to her when I get back," my father said.
Brian hesitated a little before he said, "Okay."
"Bye Mom. Bye Dad. Bye Squirt." They picked up their suitcases and left and Brian and I were alone and unsupervised for a week.
"We are so dead when your parents get back."
"I know, but at least we get to live it up for a week."
"Think of all the pussy we can get."
My mind thought, 'Ewww,' but I said, "Yeah, this is going to be great."
The first thing we did was go up to my room and begin the plans for our big party the next day. Everyone at school knew about the party and it was guaranteed to be the best party of spring break. We had people bringing all types of alcohol and drugs. The druggies were calling it a pharm party, the alkies were calling it a kegger and everybody else was calling it the party of the year. We stayed up playing games all night and then we crashed for a few hours the next morning.
We woke up at noon and had some breakfast then we hung out shooting the breeze and watching television while scarfing down some serious snack food that my mother had stocked the cabinets with before she left. We started getting ready for our party around eight that night. The crowd started showing up at 9:30. By midnight, the house was packed with people and there were more people trying to squeeze in. I had five beers and a nice buzz going. I only got drunk once in my life and I puked all over Brian and one of our other friends, so I made it a point not to drink above my limit after that. Buzzed was good, puking not so good. I was about to grab my sixth beer when I looked up and saw him standing next to the spiked punch. Tony was at my party. I assumed he would be there, but I wasn't prepared to see him. I was about to turn around and head in the other direction, but the alcohol had given me liquid courage and I was sure that I could control myself. I walked up to him.
"Hey."
"Hey Brad, great party," he said as he finished off a cup of the punch.
"Thanks."
"I didn't know you were in to drugs," he said.
"I'm not."
"Really? Your living room seems to be drug central. I saw people doing all kinds of shit in there and the bowl in the middle with random meds went from completely full to half gone in like ten seconds. You got some hardcore druggies in here."
"I figured some of them would show up. I hope nobody passes out because I'm already in enough trouble when my parents get home."
"I hope nobody breaks anything."
"I hope they don't either, but Brian and I have all week to clean up and replace anything that needs to be replaced."
"Oh. You and Brian are pretty close, aren't you?"
"Yeah, he's my best friend."
"So he's the one who does drugs?"
"Naw, we're both clean."
"I just saw him doing some E in the other room."
"What?"
"Yeah, some girl was telling him to try it and he would fuck like a rabbit. I watched him pop one."
"I hope he's okay," I said.
"He'll be fine." He held out one of his hands and revealed two little pills. "Some kid gave me these. You want to try one?"
"No thank you. I'm going to go check on Brian."
He tossed the pills in the punch and said, "I don't want them either."
I wondered what other stuff was mixed in with that punch and that made me smile. "I'll see you later," I told him. I then walked in to the living room to survey the damage. There were bodies everywhere. Most people had glazed over eyes. One girl had thrown up on herself, but I was relieved that it looked like she missed the floor. I walked around looking for Brian and I found him in an interesting situation. I first noticed the sounds and then I walked over to see who was doing what on the floor. I pushed through a group of people and saw somebody's naked ass going up and down between some girl's legs. I looked up and saw the back of his head and my immediate reaction was, "Oh shit!" Then I calmed down, walked in front of him, knelt down and grabbed his head. "Brian, what the hell are you doing?" I asked him.
He looked at me and smiled and then he returned to fucking the girl beneath him. He looked content and I knew he would hook up with some random chick anyway, so I left him alone to handle his business. If I were him, I would regret everything the next day, but I wasn't him and he knew no shame when it came to sex. His mother walked in on him having sex with some girl a few months ago and he laughed it off when he told me about it like it was some kind of joke. I would have been mortified if it was my mother, but that was only one of the differences between us. I had seen enough. I left the room and decided that I had enough partying, plus my buzz was gone. I wanted to have a few minutes to myself so I went to my bedroom. I was playing a computer game when my door opened.
"Oh, sorry man, I thought this was the bathroom." I turned to see Tony standing in my doorway.
"There's a bathroom downstairs."
"I know, but I gotta go and someone has been in that bathroom for a long time."
"You can use my bathroom," I told him as I pointed to my bathroom door.
"Thanks man," he said, closing my bedroom door and walking across my room to my bathroom. I tried to focus on my computer game but the idea that Tony was peeing in my bathroom had my general standing at attention. I heard the toilet flush and my mind started running all over the place. I listened to see if he turned on the water and I was pleased to hear him washing his hands. He came out of the bathroom. "You got a nice house. I wish I had my own bathroom."
"Thanks." I didn't turn around and look at him because I was afraid. I felt his hand on my shoulder and I jumped.
"Relax. I was just going to ask you what game you're playing."
He and I talked about the game and then school and then I was thirsty and nervous so I went downstairs to get some more beer. I came back with a six pack that I found in a cooler on the floor in the kitchen. I walked in my room and Tony was resting on his back on my bed with his shirt off. I closed the door and he sat up.
"I got hot," he said, offering an explanation before I asked the question.
I screamed at myself not to get hard and then I realized I was staring. "Um, sorry. I didn't mean to stare." I sat down next to him on the bed and handed him a beer.
"It's okay. I stare at you all the time."
"You do?" I asked, trying to sound genuinely surprised.
"I didn't just say that out loud did I?"
"Say what?"
"That I stare at you."
"Yeah you said it, but it's okay."
"It is? You're sure you don't want to try to knock my teeth out?"
I involuntarily grabbed his arm and caressed his muscle. "I think you could hold your own in a fight," I confessed and then I realized what I was doing and quickly moved my hand away. I'm sure I blushed, but he didn't say anything. I chugged the rest of the beer in my hand and opened another one. "So why aren't you down at the party?" I asked.
"I'm not really in to the party scene."
"Then why did you come."
"I wanted to see where the infamous Brad Thomas called home."
I spit out some of my drink. "Why would you want to see my house?"
"Curiosity I guess." He reached for another beer and opened it. "So why are you up here with me when this is your party?"
"Well I came up to get away from a few girls who were eyeing me," which was partially true because the usual suspects were following me around but I was ignoring them. I figured I should offer more of an explanation, so I continued, "and I needed a break from the music and the noise."
"Okay, but why are you still up here?" he asked.
"I'm talking to you. What do you mean why am I still up here?" The hairs on the back of my neck were beginning to stand up and my stomach was churning like an engine. I had to look away from his gaze. When I turned to face him again, he had scooted closer to me and was almost sitting on top of me. I felt his hand on my thigh.
"I know why you're up here," he whispered as his hand inched up.
I stopped breathing and tried to think of what to do. I knew I only had two options: let him keep touching me and reveal my secret or push him away and start a fight to protect my rep. Unfortunately, I was taking too much time thinking and by the time I was ready to respond, his hand was rubbing my hardon through my jeans. "Oh," I gasped. Then my senses came rushing back and I realized the situation I was in. "Stop," I told him.
He gave my dick a little squeeze and said, "You sure you want me to stop?"
"Yes," I moaned, "stop."
He moved his hand. "You feel pretty hard to me. I bet the girls don't do that for you."
"Alcohol makes me horny," I lied.
"So horny in fact that you drink at every party you go to, yet you've only fucked one girl."
"That you know of," I told him hoping to somehow salvage my reputation.
"Oh no, I've done my research and I'm fairly certain that I'm right. You know your friend Brian likes to talk when he gets a little alcohol in his system."
"I like girls."
"Prove it," he said placing his hand back on my dick and leaning in to kiss me. I dropped my beer can the second our lips made contact. His lips were softer than I expected. I opened my mouth so we could French and he pulled away. "I knew it," he whispered.
"I, I'm not, I mean I, it just"
He put his finger on my lips. "Ssh."
I took a second to breathe properly and then I asked, "How did you know?"
"I stare at you all the time. I used to think that I was imagining you staring at me, but then I realized that you really were stealing looks at me when you thought no one was paying attention."
"Was I really that obvious?"
"Apparently not, all the girls are still chasing you."
"You have to promise not to tell anyone."
"I would never do that to you. Don't you get it? I like you. That's the whole fucking reason why I came here tonight. I was hoping to get a chance to make a move on you."
"Is that why you offered me E?"
He looked guilty. "Look, don't think I had anything planned. I wasn't going to rape you, I was going to take a pill with you and see what happened that's why I scored two of them."
"Are you serious?"
"Well I was sure you'd never admit anything if you were sober and I just wanted to know I wasn't crazy."
I looked at the spilled beer on the carpet and then I looked at Tony. "So what do you want from me?"
"I just want to get to know you better and maybe, possibly have some fun." He sat his beer can on the carpet and started pushing me back on the bed. "That is if you're up for it." He straddled me and I let out a nervous laugh as he lowered his face towards mine to kiss me again. I slightly parted my lips before his met mine. The next thing I knew, I was sucking on his tongue. He pulled away and said, "Damn you're a good kisser, too. I bet you're good at everything you do."
"So I've been told," I responded with a smirk on my face.
"Oh, and modest, too. I like that." He resumed kissing me and soon my shirt was off and we were both working on the other's pants. I didn't know what I was doing, but I didn't care, as long as I was doing something with him. When all of our clothes were off he started grinding his hard body against mine. I knew I had reached my full seven inches and from the feel of his, he must have been at least eight inches and thick as hell. I was almost afraid to continue, but I wanted to know what it was like to be with a guy and I had the opportunity to be with the guy of my dreams.
He started kissing down my body, lightly sucking as he got lower. When his lips brushed against the head of my dick, I felt myself stiffen even more as I moaned in pleasure. He started kissing my dick and then he opened his mouth and I felt nothing but warmth. "Damn!" I exclaimed.
He sucked me for a while before saying, "I guess you can fuck me first because I've been dying to know if you're as good as I heard."
"That was with a girl," I told him.
"Sex is sex, therefore, if you're good, you're good."
"You're not worried about me having performance anxiety."
"I'm just worried if I can take you. I've never been with anyone your size."
"I'm not that big."
Tony laid back and said, "I want to see you while we do it."
"Okay, but I got to get you ready first."
"What?"
His ignorance seemed sincere and I wondered how much experience he really had but I decided to ask him about it later. "Turn over and I'll try something I saw on the internet." He complied and I kissed my way down his back until I was at his ass. I grabbed that butt that I had lusted after for over a year and I squeezed it before I parted his cheeks and prepared myself to lick his ass. I stuck out my tongue and touched his rosebud and he jumped.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm opening you up. Calm down." He buried his face in my pillow and I went back to work on his ass. I slobbered my fingers. I stuck a finger in and was immediately surprised by the sharp difference between a wet pussy and an ass. I could feel his butt squeezing my finger. I pushed in as far as I could and then I started wiggling my finger around. I touched his prostate and smiled to myself when he screamed in to the pillow. I knew all my gay sex research would come in handy one day. After getting him ready by working my way up to three fingers, I told him to turn back over and look at me.
"You got a condom?" he asked.
"You want to use one?"
"Yes."
"Alright." I grabbed my jacking lube out of the top drawer of my nightstand and then I walked over to Brian's bag on the floor and found a condom. That boy always had condoms. I got back on the bed.
"Let me put it on for you," Tony said.
"Okay." I sat on the bed and waited as he opened the condom and rolled it on my dick.
Then he laid back and said, "Let's do it."
"I like your enthusiasm," I told him. He put his legs on my shoulders while I lubed up my dick and put some in his ass and then the moment arrived. I put the head at his entrance. I pushed the tip in and he yelled. "You've got to be a little quieter," I whispered as I leaned down and kissed him. I pushed in inch by inch until I was finally all the way inside him and then I went to work. My main focus was to make the experience as good for him as possible so I tried to hit his prostate every time I pushed in. A few minutes later I felt his body tighten all over and then I felt his insides grab my dick and squeeze it even harder. I watched as he came on both of us and I shook as I came inside of him. I was expecting to last a lot longer. "Sorry," I said as I fell on top of him.
"Sorry for what? That was everything I thought it would be and more," he explained between breaths. "I never imagined it would feel so good."
"Me neither." I kissed his neck and rolled off of him. I took off the condom and when I looked at it, I was surprised by how much cum was in it. We laid there for a few minutes gathering our breath and then he started kissing my neck. I felt his hand travel down my stomach and grab my still hard dick.
"My turn."
"For what?"
"To get some ass," he said through his smile.
I was hoping he would say that. "Okay, but be gentle because it's my first time."
"Aren't you going to suck me first?"
"How about I suck you while you get me ready for that big piece of meat between your legs?"
"Okay." We got in a 69 position and I sucked his dick while he sucked my ass and fingered me. I had to stop a few times to keep from cumming too soon.
When I finally couldn't take anymore, I said, "Fuck me."
"You don't have to tell me twice. How do you want it?"
"I think it's only fair that I get to see you too."
"That's fine with me. You know I like looking at you." He grabbed another condom from the pack in Brian's bag. Then I got to see how everything I had done to him felt when he followed the same process I had. He had to stop several times to try to keep from cumming and then he reached a point where he couldn't fight it anymore. His pace quickened like he was having a spasm inside me and then he came. I came from seeing the look on his face. He panted on top of me for a few minutes before he rolled on to his side.
"I can't believe we just did that," I said.
"Me neither, but breaking curfew was definitely worth it tonight." We laid there in silence for a while.
"So what gave you the courage to make a move on me?" I asked.
"I had a lot to drink." We both laughed even though it wasn't funny.
"Okay I got one more question."
"Shoot."
"Was the bathroom downstairs really occupied?"
I watched as his lips formed a smile and then he started laughing again. "No."
"I figured that." The conversation stopped again, but I was content just to be near him until I started worrying about Brian. I got out of the bed and started dressing.
"You're leaving?" he asked.
"I'm going downstairs to check on the party, but I'll be back." I picked up his shorts and his shirt and threw them at him. "You might want to put on some clothes though because I'm sharing the room with Brian.
A look of shock transformed his face from the happy look I was growing accustomed to, "You want me to stay?"
I tried to match his shocked tone when I responded, "Well, yeah." His smile returned and I left the room to find Brian. As I walked down the stairs, I could tell that the party had ended. Most people were gone, no doubt staggering home or to a friend's house, but there were still a lot of people who were passed out all over my house, sleeping. I found Brian, still in the living room and still naked, but he was by himself on the floor, snoring. I started to wake him, but then I decided that it served him right to wake up naked in the morning and I was a little excited about Tony and I having the room to ourselves. I watched every passed out person for a second to make sure they were still breathing then I surveyed the damage which was surprisingly not much. I noticed that the front door was wide open so I closed it and then I went back upstairs to enjoy the rest of my time with Tony. I locked the bedroom door when I got to the room.
"Where's Brian?"
"He's sleeping it off on the floor downstairs."
"You didn't wake him?"
"No, it serves him right for taking that pill."
"That's harsh."
"Okay, let me put it this way," I said as I approached the bed taking my clothes off with each step, "If he sleeps on the floor down there, then we have the room to ourselves."
"Now that's an excuse I can definitely get behind." He licked his lips with his tongue.
"Let's get you undressed." I took off his clothes and we spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies before we finally fell asleep with me in his strong arms.
I was startled awake in the morning by someone trying to break my bedroom door down. "Come on Brad, unlock the fucking door!" I hit Tony and woke him up.
"Put on your clothes," I whispered. We both rushed to throw on our shorts and then I threw back the covers on Brian's bed and ran to unlock the door. I opened the door and immediately began to fake annoyance. "Brian what the hell do you want? Why are you waking me up?" I looked at him and acted shocked when I realized he was naked. "And why are you naked?"
"I can't find my clothes," he responded.
"Maybe next time you'll stay away from drugs."
"Drugs? I didn't take any," he paused and stared at the ceiling, "wait a minute, I did take something last night."
"Good, at least you remember that, now I'll talk to you later." I moved to close the door.
"Brad what are you doing? My bed is in there too, remember?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot." I moved so Brian could get in the room. He practically collapsed on his bed. Then he must have glanced over and noticed Tony in my bed because he shot back up.
"Who the fuck is" he looked over at Tony, who was pretending to sleep, "Tony?" Then Brian looked at me. "What the hell is he doing in your bed?"
"He came up to use my bathroom last night and then he passed out on my bed. I didn't have the heart to wake him so I just jumped in your bed and went to sleep."
"Why'd you lock the door?"
"Did you really think I was going to go to sleep with my room door open so one of those desperate chicks could rape me while I slept?" Tony accidentally let out a laugh.
"He's awake," Brian said to me as if Tony couldn't hear what he was saying.
Tony sat up, "Okay I give. I'm kinda awake right now, but who wouldn't be after the way you banged on the door?"
"Sorry about that, you can go back to sleep now."
"Will do," Tony said as he put his head back down on my pillow.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" I asked.
Tony mumbled, "I've got five brothers so I don't mind sharing."
I moved to get in my bed with him until I heard Brian. "Are you serious? Don't get in there with him. He's still out of it. Just share with me. We don't want him freaking out when he really wakes up."
"I guess you have a point." I grabbed a pair of boxers and handed them to Brian as I reluctantly crawled in bed with him and fell asleep.
The rest of our week proved far less eventful. We spent most of the week cleaning up and tracking down replicas of the few items that had been broken. Tony and I were able to sneak some time together under the guise of him driving me somewhere to look for something while Brian had sex with some girl who he invited to my house.
My parents came back the next Friday and my mother took Brian home. The fireworks exploded when my mother returned with the news that Brian's mother had no idea my parents had been out of town. I was put on punishment for two months, while Brian just got a good old-fashioned beating from his father once he flew back in town. All in all, the party was worth it because it was the night that Tony and I first hooked up and he gave me his virginity. Four months after that party, I turned in my player's card and left the girls alone completely. It was hard to explain at first, but once I convinced everyone that I was looking for a girl to settle down with, people backed off and left me alone. I finally got my license that summer and then I was able to sneak around with Tony more efficiently.
Tony and I went through a lot of shit while we were in high school, but we survived it and we came out stronger because of it. We stayed together until college when obstacles beyond our control pulled us apart, but we still remain close friends.
As for Brian, he did eventually stop whoring around and I did eventually tell him I was gay, but that is another story.
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