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'SiLeNTLy PoPuLAR' o5
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Not much history, Carl meets Tim. He, Tim & Tom go hiking. Carl & Tom fall in love. Tom's younger brother, Tim, is happy for him, but silently wishes he had met Carl first!
History would prove, Tim not really happy about going away to college and leaving the home-nest.
Tom and Carl had driven Tim to college, about two hours away.
A day later, Tom got a text from Tim, 'miss you guys.'
Adding a smiley to his return text, Tom questioned, 'who do you miss more, Carl or me?'
'Dork, I miss both of ya's'
Being Carl and his brother had shared a bed at times, it becoming more frequent, right up until the time Tim went off to college, Tom felt compelled to question, being Tim and Carl looked more like a teenaged couple than Carl with a twenty-five year old lover!
'Well, it's only like, ten weeks, to Thanksgiving break?' Tom adds another smiley.
'Only?' Tim adds a smiley this time.
Joking around, Tom texts, 'what'samatter? you can't keep it in your pants that long?'
More smiley's!
Whereas Tom was top, he had to reliquish that position when finding out Carl's position was rather to 'give' than 'get'. That one evening Tim needed help with a question on his college application, was the first time he invaded his bro's privacy.
Tim listened outside the door. At first he thought in silence, Tom's busy, but the sounds made him tuck his fingertips into his boxer shorts and soon he couldn't help but intrude.
Tom did manage to shift his head to the right, a feat, since his legs were up on Carl's shoulders, "um, like, I hope this is important, bro?"
Realizing where his hand was and what it was doing, Tim slips his digits out of his boxers, "um, yeah, I think?"
"No-o-o, don't stop," Tom pleads, when Carl pulls out and exposes his wet shaft to the air in the room.
All slick and shiny, Tim says, "wow, you're kinda," he gulps, "big!"
"Uh, bro," Tom pleads, "can we do this later?"
Feeling himself shrivel a little, Carl says, "yeah, later would be better," he leaves the option open, "unless you can get off watching?"
Tom questions, "really, Carl?"
"It won't turn you on?" he says to Tom.
Tim, standing there, says, "why not, since I'm already halfway there?"
"Really, bro?"
Feeling a teen conspiracy, Tom says, "why does it feel like I'm being ganged up on?"
Carl had been thinking about it, after finding out both the other Beardsley brother, Tim, was gay, "you two ever get it on?"
Tom says, "really, Carl, you're going there?"
Younger opinion, Tim doesn't think anything of it, "we once thought about it, but never followed through."
However, unknown to both two, when Tim walked in the room, his eye was more on Carl's ass than what was happening. Being that it irked him in the right way, the invitation, Tim says, "well, since I've got some time on my hands?"
Truthfully, it had been the end of the spring semester, Tim turning eighteen, graduating from high school and about to embark on the college years, whereas Carl was passing from his junior to senior year. At this time of year, schoolwork was at a close for the teens.
With a yearning, Tom gives up on rationale, having feel a great void, "never mind. Just get in here."
He was already in, standing next to the open door, Tim saying, "are you sure?"
Carl smiles at Tom, "oh, he's sure!"
Reinforcing his decision, Carl jerks his hips forward, re-planting his hard shaft.
He stood there and watched, Tim seeing Carl pull out, stuff it in, pull out again and all along his hand clutching himself. It got to the point Tim's yearnings began getting the best of him. Finally he wasn't waiting for anyone to make decisions and shucked his boxers. Out fell his loaded shaft.
Tim thought it kind of icky, watching Carl pull out all the way drag his slimy cock up his brother's sweaty bod, all the way to where, on all fours, demanded Tom 'open up'. 'Oh shit!' he thought, when his brother complies, Carl dropping his hard shaft inside!
It made him smile, thinking of Tom telling him, and in a bold manner, that he was a total top, having him think of that day, 'yeah right, Tom!'
However, more than anything, with Carl on all fours, it made Tim think about how easy it would be climb on the bed and punch Carl in the ass!
He who hesitates is lost, Carl dragging his wet shaft down Tom's stomach and as if following the thick trail, yank Tom's shaft out of the way, which pulls up on his balls and makes entry available again.
Tim had to ask, "uh, that taste funky or what, bro?"
But Tim was too busy feeling Carl stretch his anal opening!
Too much of a distraction, Tim was getting too horny with Carl's fat, hairy ass. He expected that, if he decided to mount the cub, he'd be thrown off the bed on his own ass. But he was surprised at Carl, filling his bro's ass and paying no mind to him.
He was about ready to ask, something like, was it okay with Carl, if he dropped down and...
When Carl says, "well, are you going to do something, or what, Tim?"
All Tim could think of is, "you mean, you want me to fuck you, Carl?"
Carl pauses, "unless you want me to get out of the way so you can fuck Tom?"
Tom says, "that ain't gonna happen."
Carl tests, "even if I allow Tim to?"
Tim did wonder, what kind of game was going on here, "if you allow me?" He had to question his brother, "what's that about, Tom?"
However, more than words goaded Tom on, "just go with it before I lose my erection?"
"Um," Tim thinks quick about it, "nah, I'll pass," but didn't say he wasn't going to stick around for the free porno, to get himself off!
"Suit yourself," Carl turns back to business at hand, one of his hands feeding his cock back into Tom's chute.
"Oh," Carls says, tossing something over his back, "in case you change your mind!"
With good reflexes, Tom catches the tube of lube midway Carl's back.
Thinking about, he is kind of hard, but for whatever reason, lost the sensation of wanting to feel ass-hair on his hard cock. Instead he backs off, tossing the lube on the bed, vacating the room with, "um," he says about his own slimy shaft, "'think I'll take care of this on my own." Though, he did stand by the door and listen. His boxer shorts caught the brunt of losing his pent up shaft, wet with slime.
There, Tim had his chance, seemingly the last chance of his first-fuck, but deemed it something he wouldn't regret.
In the car, taking him to college, Tim at first was engaged in conversation, Tom and Carl making plans when the now high school senior turned eighteen. Come to find out, Carl was from a single parent family, whereas the dad was away on business a lot. It was why he welcomed weekends hiking with Tom, or spending time at the brothers' house, left to them when their own parents passed away. At first Tom felt like a big brother, other times a father. One thing he needn't touch base on with Carl, Tom didn't need to explain about the 'birds and the bees'.
Slowly, their business became tiring for Tim. In the back seat, he had half the space to himself, ample enough to spread out. Of course Tim was on pins and needles, thinking of what it would be like, his first year away. He knew the college dorms were coed, but that he would be rooming with a guy. Along with thoughts, came the one, wondering if he were gay or straight. Thinking if he was gay, would they feel compatible and share a bed or if there were twin beds, would they push them together? There were other thoughts running through Tim's head, like if the guy were fat or skinny, hairy or smooth, athletic or nerdy like himself? Too taxing, Tim fell asleep.
"Hey!" Tim awakes to Tom slapping his knee, "ready for the rest of your life, bro?"
The hour and a half trip, fifteen minutes longer because of traffice near campus, seemed like half a day, Tim sleeping much of it away in the back seat.
"Rest of my life?"
Tim did some quick thinking. He regressed through years of the past, thinking more of his brother and how he and Tom were sometimes more than brothers.
His first question, after the three got out of the car, was not about campus life, Tim saying, "how long are you guys going to stick around?"
"Having cold feet?" Tom asks.
It made Carl smile, Tom saying the same thing when hesitating when his lover proposed once entering his chute, there would be no turning back, their love cemented in stone. At least that's what they agreed upon. These days, vows are so easily broken!
"Maybe you guys can stay around until tomorrow morning?"
Carl was the first to react, "would be nice, but I've got school business of my own tomorrow, but Tom could stay?"
There it was again, but this time not Tim picking up on it. Tom knew from the start, Carl being a little more the dominant half of their relationship. Truth is, he liked it, Tom feeling like it made their pairing up more concrete, instead of drifting apart over issues of decision making.
"I could," Tom says, "except," he smirks, "my new job starts tomorrow?"
After returning from military life, back into civilian, Tom decided to take the summer off, being the three of them with a block of free time cut out of their lives, wondered if and when they would be together again, being Tim and Tom were headed off to college, Tim starting a new job.
"Right," Tim says, staring his brother in the eyes.
Carl says, "well, why don't go to the dorm and find out what's what with your room?"
Tim accepted at times, without voicing opinion, Carl's bold attitude, but other times felt it an exercise in asserting himself, something he was slowly working on, "no, that's okay. I can do that."
With one pack on his back, a duffle under an arm, Tim prances off up a sidewalk.
Some issues of his own, Carl says, "I was only trying to help?"
Standing a few feet from Carl, Tom says, "I know sweetheart."
"Wait."
"What?"
"Did you hear what you just called me?"
"What did I call you?"
Carl smiles, "I guess it was for real, being you didn't think about it?"
Tom has joked with Carl about sometimes being a big brother vs. a father image, "tell me, before I take you over my knee!"
"You always threaten, but haven't done it yet, 'sweetheart'!"
It then dawned on Tom, "oh. Is that what I said?"
"And said like you mean it?"
The gap between them diminishes.
"Well, if I said it without thinking about it, don't you think it's for real?"
"Yup," Carl smiles.
"Hey guys, don't unpack anything," Tim comes back, minus the gear, waving arms in the air.
Carl says, "don't unpack? What's up with that?"
Tim could tell Tom jokes, "did you change your mind?"
"I wish."
There was something silent shared there between brothers, but the moment did not allow them to linger.
"There's this nice guy inside. He took my duffle and backpack, but says there's an entrance in the back right next to a service elevator."
Tom jokes, "was he hot?"
Tim smirks saying, "do you want me to repark the car, or do you want to do it?"
"Imbecile," Carl says, taking the keys out of Tom's hand.
"What? Is it wrong to know if there's some hot guys at my bro's school?"
This time they juggled places, Carl driving, Tim in the front and Tom in the back.
"Where to?" Carl asks.
"He said to follow the drive right around, keep circling to the left."
"So," Carl says as he drives, "you see any hot guys?"
'Imbecile?' Tom thinks to himself! Time has passed from when he knew Carl at the tailend of his junior year, and into his Senior year. While his lover and brother sorted out directions, he reflected on just what it was which drew him to a high school senior and not another guy of twenty-six years old, or round about there.
First to come to mind, was how he was attracted more the 'cub' look and not a slim or muscled dude like himself. Too, Tom always thought of himself as a top, but over the course of about a year there have been too many times to count, how many times Carl has claimed his ass. Then there was the passionate kissing and cuddling as they hiked the surrounding mountains or pitched a tent. They were even passionate while swimming naked in the lake. So caught up in those wonderful memories, Tom didn't feel the car stop.
Not until Tim jacks a door handle, "you fall asleep back there, bro?"
"No," he gets out, "just thinking."
Reaching a hand to help Tom out, Tim says, "well stop thinking. It's time for slave labor!"
Carl says with a smile, "I like the sound of that!"
Tom remembers something like that Carl said, when they took their first hike and camping trip into the wild. He did wind up carrying a lot, but Tom was used to it, at first by himself and then with Tim.
"Don't forget the whip!"
Tim turns to Tom, "really? Can I see the stripes?"
"Figure of speech," Tom replies.
Carl had gone to the door and returns, "wow, you weren't kidding!"
Tom asks, "about?"
"Coach MacNally," Carl says.
Lifting the hatch, Tom says, "who?"
"The hot bear who took Tim's gear and walked it back here."
"So, when it's your turn to go off to college, you're going to hook up with some bear and forget about the old man?"
"Sweetheart, Coach MacNally is older than you!"
"Oh? And about being good looking?" Tom questions.
He also smiles, giddy that Carl has adopted the endearing namecalling.
"Whatever. Coach says to back the car right up to the door."
"Sort of like me on all fours?"
Shaking his head back and forth, Carl says, "one track mind!"
Though, as he backs the car up to the door, with Tom guiding him, he wonders how Coach MacNally looks shirtless, pantless, etc.
"Hold it!"
'Oh shit,' Carl exclaims to himself, with being so caught up in naughty thinking, guns the break!
Tom ridicules, "I'm sure he meant up to the door and not through it?"
"You're gonna get it when we get home."
Smiling, Tom says, "I certainly hope so!"
While the other two were flirting with each, Tim has been up and down the elevator. On the return trip is his new room mate.
Coming out the door, Tim says, "hey guys, meet my new roomie, Andris."
Carl and Tom's jaws drop, standing there dumbfounded as this incredibly built, gorgeous, dark-haired guy approaches them at the car.
"It is nice to meet you," Andris says, with a broken accent.
Tom has hiked the international sector, asking, "are you Greek?"
"Yes," he says, upon shaking Carl's hand, locking eyes with Tom.
It's like he knew right away, before even a person switches on their gaydar, "Tim, he has such a handsome brother!"
Perhaps a little jealous, Carl asks, "any vibes about me?"
Andris turns to Tom's lover, "you must be Carl and yes, you are very good looking also."
But Carl could tell, Andris more driven to muscle-hunk-lover!
Tim, right behind, says, "isn't it great, guys?"
Like, Tim didn't mention a word of Andris being gay, but it already silently determined.
"Yeah, good for you, Tim," Carl remarks.
Tim says, "but not for us!"
He laughed, but Carl wasn't. On purpose, because he was keeping tally of the negative point his lover was racking up, "another 10 demerits, Tom?"
Having yet to find out, Tim knew Carl and his brother had something kinky going on, but left it their business.
Andris says, "I have two empty hands and can help?"
Oh man, did Tom want at least one of them wrapped around his tube!
Tim says, "we can grab the light stuff out from the seat."
"Thanks," Tom says, his brother leaving the heavy stuff for him and Carl.
However, they found just how strong Andris, team lifting a chest of drawers, being the only furnishings in the room were stated as a bed.
Really, when they got up to Tim's room, there was more than beds. Looking upon the spacious room it looked perfectly divided in half.
Andris had laid a rug, "I hope you like the color of the carpet?"
It was black with streams of dark blue and turquoise.
"I love it," Tim replies, yet he was thinking maybe he was liking Andris more.
"I am glad," Andris replies.
Carl was kind of comparing notes. Like, from out of the curve of Andris' tee shirt shot strands of dark hair. Definitely he had a thick chest thatch. Prolly firm nips, Andris' chest poking through the fabric with two outward dimples. Suddenly he was hungry, and not for cafeteria food! While Tom pay attention to the layout of Andris' side of the room, Carl tried catching a look of Andris' anatomy when he bent this way or the other. He did manage to see up his shirt from the waist, but definitely there was some stomach hair and when he squatted down, to fit the carpet under a foot of the bureau when Tim and Tom team lifted it, his ass crack was hairy. 'Yep,' Carl thought, 'this Andris dude sure is one hot, hairy guy!'
When they were through setting up the chest of drawers, Tom turns to Carl, "working up a sweat there, sweetheart?"
It caught Andris' attention, "you two. You're a couple?"
They never heard of themselves called that, but Carl liked the sound of it, "yeah, we are."
Tom raises his eyebrows, contorting his face, thinking about it, liking it, "I guess we are at that!"
Tim nudges his brother's elbow, "do I get to kiss the bride?"
"Who? Me?" Tom says. "Nah, that would be Carl."
"Don't even go there, Tom," Carl says.
Tom winces saying, "10 more?"
Andris says, "ten more what?"
Looking to Carl, Tom answers, "private joke."
Not getting it, Andris moves on, "I see," even though he doesn't 'see'!
With a box balancing between his stomach and the side of the car, Tim hints, "well fellas, these boxes aren't going to move themselves?"
At the back of the vehicle, Andris picks up a square parcel, saying, "go ahead, Carl. Stack another on top."
It mused Carl, of his next move, "just one?" he said of Andris' obviously swimmer's build bod.
Instead of placing the box square against Andris' chest, Carl turns it sideways, which also causes the back of his hand to graze along the twenty year old's ribcage.
It also gives way to question, "you work out, I take it?"
Andris was no dumb bunny, knowing Carl had the urge to feel under his shirt and while balancing the two stacks of boxes on the tail of the car, pats Carl's stomach, "I do. Looks like you have a ways to go to catch up?"
Watching Andris walk away, giggling, Carl sneers, silently thinking of how he'd like to feel up that Greek ass from the inside, out!
From a side ear, he hears Tom say, "Andris get your goat?"
Now, watching his loverboy walk away, a box hugging his stomach, Carl says, "what does that even mean?"
Translating, in another sense, Tom says, "ten more demerits?"
When first meeting Tom, Carl thought there would be a problem there, thinking they were two goats, ready to butt heads, but found how easily Tom was to bed. First time for everything, Carl was still unbuttoning his shirt, whereas Tom was all stripped down, naked, lying down in the bed and physically pulling his legs apart, lifting cock and balls out of the way.
Then, when Carl knee-walked his stroked up shaft to Tom's porthole, only to have a drop of cock and balls to close the opening, came recourse, punishment for teasing, a slip of Tom's hand, which got them going on the subject of retribution, the demerit system.
"Only ten?"
Voluntary feeling of his ass pinching together, Tom concedes, "unlimited butt-punches?"
As Carl follows Tom to the dorm entrance, Carl says, "that's gonna be one sore ass!"
Tom had reservations about that first time, but opinion wise, not emphatic. Being that a young dude took an interest in him, he didn't bring up the fact he was a total top, just waiting to see nature take its course. That first time, in the kitchen, Tom did have complaints after Carl plowed his ass, of his cock and balls taking the brunt of the blows, pounded up against the side of the table. Less receptive was taking Carl down the throat, being so much spunk came at once, it made him choke!
"Or throat?" Tom volunteers, trying to look over his shoulder for Carl's reaction.
Too late Carl shouts, "watch it, Tom!"
Yes, indeed it was too late for Tom to even swish his head around, faced forward.
Not only his fault, for not paying mind to the route, this bulky guy steps out from a tree and even though he appears to be a hulk of a man, Tom's bod buts into him, knocking him on his ass.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that," Tom offers consolation.
Carl has a different opinion, looking at those buttons stretching the fabric coursing over the dude's chubby stomach, uttering, "gr-r-r-r!"
It's then realized that was no ordinary navy blue shirt, as the guy gets to his feet, "you should really watch where you're going," he dusts himself off.
Tom got a little ticked off, was ready to go off on what apparently was a campus cop, when Carl sets down his box and like a shield, steps forward, "I saw the whole thing. Take it, Tom was a little at fault, but I think you were breaking the speed limit, officer?"
Carl was joyed he was getting the once over, eyes panning down and up his bod, by the bearded cop.
"I see. Matter of opinion, I would guess."
Whether he was guessing right or wrong, Carl was out to make amends, based on the fuzzy stuff he eyed up when the buttons of the officer's shirt were stretched thin, "why don't we just call it an accident, with neither party as negligence?"
Carl could tell the security officer was thinking of whether to take his hand as a token of apology, eyes turning from an angry squint, mellowing out, as well as lips, creasing and morphing into a wide 'u'.
"Sure. I can let it go, if you can," he takes Carl's hand.
Holding it too long, as well as his staring at Carl, Tom clears his throat and probably feeling the same as his teen lover, "I see two choices here, either pick up a box and help, or get a room?"
The uniform turns to Tom and threatens, "fuck, aren't you a feisty one?"
With unhanding him, turning his attention to Tom, Carl says, "he can be. Sometimes too much for his own good!"
More than half obscured by a box, Tom says, "yeah, that's me and willing to be pay for my actions, if you know what I mean?"
Sometimes a guy has to be careful of what he wishes for. Carl, his loins were itching for retribution, but of the campus cop, "I'd sure like to get my cuffs on you!"
When he goes for his cuffs, Carl's hand on the officer's, "hold on there a minute, Officer," he swipes the name off the tin bar, "Wilkes."
From bumping into Tom, it must've caused some type of trauma, being Officer Wilkes had been drawn to Carl like an obsession, "call me Phil, since we'll be seeing a lot of each other."
Tom was the one to bring down the sledgehammer, "oh, Carl's not matriculated here. We're moving in my brother, Tim."
Phil's bright outlook dropped like 99% to the bad, "oh. I see."
"Oh, but I'm thinking of going here," which Carl was not, "when I graduate from high school."
Tom's face shows question, as he opinions, "oh really?"
Finally setting his box down, Tom thinks it over, it not being a bad idea. This way he could visit both Tim and Carl at once. Making matters more favorable, he could also visit with Phil!
"No, not really," Carl says, but rather than break the officer's heart, "but now I might think about it!"
He snickers, which broadens the security guard's returned smile.
It did a lot for Tom, wishing and hoping at this point!
But to throw a wrench in a new found friendship, a guy walks up to their 3-way conversation and butting in, "excuse me, but Phil, did you forget the time?"
"The time?" Phil whips out his phone.
"Time to unlock the chapel?"
Carl and Tom look at each other and smile. It was what they did when they were in the presence of a guy they saw for the first time, who thought was hot!
"You got me, Flint. I'll be right over."
But Flint wasn't making a move. Staying put, he turns to the other two, "someone new moving in?"
Phil says, "Flint, this is Tom and Carl. They're helping their brother, Tim, to move onto campus."
Carl was more a lover than a brother to Tim, but left it unsaid.
"Great. Than I guess I'll be seeing you around when you visit?"
Whereas Tom was feeling the one left out, Phil more stalking Carl, he was given the more favorable attention, this guy, Flint, staring him in the eyes.
Phil didn't make a move until Flint did, which gave him time to step around the campus rector and visit with Carl.
"So, you're a preacher here on campus?"
"Divinity student, working on my masters, but happened on this old chapel, which is an annex of the library and with the help of some students, restored it to its original purpose."
It was a mouthful, trying to process everything Flint said, while trying to absorb his looks!
"So," Tom hopes to make an impression, "you're a carpenter, just like Jesus?"
Flint knew Tom didn't have all the facts, but the impression, "I guess you can say that. It was also a lead in, "has your soul been saved?"
He doesn't know about his soul, but Tom's crotch was starting to kick in, "maybe after I get my brother moved in, I'll take a walk over to the chapel."
A seminary student and now working on a psychology degree, Flint could read the signs, "I'm just wondering something."
"What's that?"
"Whether to pray for your soul before or after I fuck you?"
"What the hey?" Tom's jaw dropped open.
A somewhat man of the cloth, sometimes jokester, Flint says, "a little wider and think I'll fit in!"
Meanwhile, Phil had walked Carl back by the car, offering to help carry in some gear, but pinning the eighteen year old high school student, belly to belly, they were more getting to know each other. Intimately!
Break, Carl says, "are you supposed to be doing that, kissing a future matriculating student?"
"It was only a small one," and with high hopes, Phil says, "besides, by the time you're ready to move on campus, we could be more familiar with each other," he wanted to say 'boyfriends', but wasn't sure of the connection with Tom, "and instead of moving into the dorm, you might want to, you know?"
"Move in with you?"
"Uh, yeah," Phil grins.
"Only one problem."
"I was afraid of that."
"Of what?"
"You and Tom, you're not brothers, you're boyfriends?"
Truth be told, Carl and Tom were, but of a more modern love affair, "we are, but it's not like we aren't willing to share. But there's one more problem, as I see it?"
Phil's glee turns into a frown, "what?"
"I would have to be the one in charge of the cuffs?"
"Hm, I'd have to think on that one."
But Carl, being coy, didn't allow that to happen, motioning for Phil to a turnaround.
Phil got to thinking, how many times in a security officer's career, did he order a would-be-arrest victim the same directive? Knowing the outcome, he shuffles his feet until his back is towards Carl.
From the start of his budding relationship with Tom, Carl was almost out of sorts, but quickly he got the tide to turn, call it charm, or willpower, "Tom was a top too. Fifty percent of the time he still is. Except for the kinky stuff we like to do."
That struck a nerve, "kinky stuff? Like what?"
Turning back to face Carl, Phil looks down and up.
"For starters, I'm sure I'll have you stripped out of that uniform with a snap of the fingers. Should I do it now, or wait?"
Phil knew Carl was joking, a snicker to help him in hi decision, but wasn't so sure of that being the case. It would be dreadful, having to go bare naked in public!
All the same, Carl hints at what could be, by example, "at first he wasn't sure, but in reality, Tom wanted to be owned. Ever have the inclination to cave in from that macho attitude and be on your knees and to have a hot dick fall onto your tongue?"
Phil probably resembled Tom, from the first time Carl proposed such an idea. He was a little shocked, being Carl didn't know anything about it, but was calling it like he knew what his mind was thinking. Right now he certainly had the hots for Carl and not wanting to jeopardize that, "what are you doing later, like, when Tom visits the chapel?"
Folding arms across his middle, Carl says a cool, "cuffing you to the radiator and pulling your pants down, most likely."
Like other muscled guys, they don't necessarily go for their own kind, which is why Phil's entertaining the idea presented to him by the young muscled cub, "sounds like a plan."
"Coming, guys?"
They look over, Tom with a box in hand, Flint gone, Carl says, "in a sec."
Whipping out his cell phone, Carl says, "put your number in here."
Phil wastes no time, punching in numbers.
There was always a test of whits with Carl, which has him saying, "and you better be there when I want you, or I'll be stripping that leather belt from your pants and you don't want to know what I'm going to do with it!"
Both went silent. Thinking, they had their own stories to tell when it came to fathers who believed in corporal punishment to keep their sons in line.
"I might be a little late," Phil says with a smile.
"In that case you better have your belt unbuckled. Easier for me, you know?"
If it was left up to Carl, the only weapon of torture he would use is his hard shaft, but it was only fair to entertain the thoughts of others. Everyone is different and he was okay with even far-fetched things. He was amazed by a fellow wrestler, who when meeting secretly, liked having nips pulled, twisted, dug into with fingernails and amazed at how hard it could make him, and the amount of ooze it caused.
"I'm sure we will be able to reach an agreement on the penalty."
It then occurs to Carl, "I hope you like nip play?"
"I do have some toys in my office, for emergencies!"
Carl wasn't much into toys, or where to place them on the bod, but learned from experience. He knew all about nips, what can put a dude over the edge and became controlling a willing bottom.
"I'd love to put you through hell!"
He wasn't a sadist, though Carl did enjoy working a guy over, but the whole idea didn't hinge on the giving out of pain. It wouldn't be the first time, after Carl found his new hobby, about 4 years ago, that, much like sucking and fucking, there were those guys who liked to deal out pain and punishment because the one receiving, relished the thought and feel of receiving what they deserved and liking it so much it got them going, and leaking!
Resuming his helping out of moving in, Carl finally does arrive with a duffle bag of clothing, "I'll put this here."
As it stood, Andris had arrived on campus before Tim, arranging his half of the room. It would be easy for anyone to tell the nicely designed side compared to the blandness of someone moving in. Yet, Carl thought of this as a test, which he often liked to apply to meeting a dude for the first time.
Andris did question in his mind why Carl placed the duffle on his bed and not with the pile of other luggage brought in. His glance to Carl did show question.
Of which Carl replies, "that is okay?"
He could have caved in with a sweet, 'yes', but instead Andris stands tall in his standards, picks up the duffle, steps the foot to where the rest of Tim's gear is and places it on top, excusing the obvious intrusion, "I think Tim might want to keep everything together."
Two and half years ago, Carl, after a few years of being bullied at school, went to summer camp. Some of the guys who tormented him in school, attended the camp. All Carl could think of was a continuation of that abuse, eight weeks of being gut-punched, whipped with wet towels, basketballs thrown at his stomach, sometimes aimed lower or verbal slurs. What happened that first day, changed how life would pan out for the rest of his life!
A life-changer occured when a group of those boys from his school pulled him aside, out back of an old barn. As it went, two would secure arms behind his back and a third punch him in the stomach, till he agreed to bow down and kiss their sneakers. It had all started with stuff like tweaking Carl's nips, twisting and turning them with fingers and thumbs, but progressed, the bullies thinking it more cool to punch that fat belly! Only, at camp things escalated when they matured, his aggressors demanding Carl sink to his knees. From there all he was told is to open his mouth. First time, when he refused, he took one or two punches in the gut. After four gut-punches Carl gave in. To prove a point one of the bullies took out a lighter, flicking it until the flame popped up. He was told, if any of them felt teeth, they'd barbecue his nips. Carl was careful not to do that. Back of the barn that day, after Carl had drained the three dry, they got him up and with cum dribbling down his chest, the lighter was flicked, the head honcho bringing the flame close to his nip.
It was just in the knick of time the counselor who also worked in the stable came upon the scene, shouting, "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The lead bully drops the lighter and almost sets a fire to burning, "oh shit!"
"Oh shit is right," the bare-chested, bearded man says, stomping his feet until the small square of fire is out.
The two boys behind had allowed Carl to get free of the hold their arms had on him, but still fell back when the counselor used his arm to move him out of the way.
Unlike those who meant harm, Carl fell victim to feeling protected. Too, that hairy arm grazing his bare chest, it was the first time he sensed something more than a dude trying to help him out of his predicament.
The counselor wasn't done with the three bullies, "the lighter?"
The tide had turned, the lead caving in, pleading, saying, "we were just having a little fun."
In swimsuits, the counselor takes the lighter, flicks the flame bright and holding the lead bully up against the back of the barn, "fun? Nah, fun would be lighting your balls on fire," he holds the flame so it's almost touching the young teen's speedo!
The teen confesses, "no, no, we won't do it again, I swear!"
"What do you think?"
"Who me?" Carl questions, since it was directed to him.
"Should I cook his meatballs?"
For certain, Carl having that flame near his nip, he could feel the warmth and caving to his knees saving him, it did make him watch that his teeth didn't graze the cocks of the three bullies. It showed him just what kind of evil boys they were, doing what they told, sliding his tongue up and down their hard shafts until they shot their loads in his mouth, only to go back on the promise.
Now, Carl couldn't believe the whole thing, like it was a nightmare turning into a sweet dream, this big, tall, bearded, hairy dude coming to his rescue and now asking.
"Maybe next time, if they do it again?"
He talked like a cowboy from the old west, Texas accent and all, "do it again? Nah, I don't reckon so. If I hear of you three causing any harm to any other camper, I'm going to lasso all three of your balls and roast them till they're nice and crispy, got that?"
Carl didn't think that would or could happen, but was smiling, because the bullies looked like they were buying it.
When excused, they ran like hell out of there, promising, "we'll be good," led by the head bully.
Stripped naked, Carl bent over to pick up his swim suit.
"Nah, not yet," the counselor put his hand on the swim gear, "I'd say you owe me one?"
Whereas he thought he was in the clear, Carl says, "don't hurt me, please, sir?"
Smilng, the counselor says, "the name's Flint, and I'm not going to hurt you."
Instead, Carl watches Flint sink to his knees, softly take his balls and in seconds was feeling wet tongue bathe them.
That was the first time Carl ever felt wanted by someone not out to hurt him. That summer he learned how to box, defend himself. Other times he learned how to ride a horse and in the evening hours, he leaned how to ride Flint!
It was all good, being Flint also taught him stuff about people, which years later it would point him to a career in psychology. Almost a hundred percent of the time he could name a guy as a top or bottom, dom or sub, whichever frame of mind he was thinking in.
Right now, Carl, faced with Andris, was thinking how hot a master he would be, decked out in leather.
Tom, who had been watching the little interaction, comes over and whispers in Carl's ear, "fight you for his cock?"
"Hmm, I wonder how big Andris is? Might be fun pairing up with him and driving our shafts up your ass!"
Panning a hand over Carl's back, Tom says, "how about one at a time? You know, pace yourself?"
When Tom did it, was usually fast, inserted and over and done with, turning his attention to his teen lover. However, when servicing his lover, Tom would take his time lubing Carl up with his spit, working balls first, then cock, his tongue a tool of sweet massage. Every now and then Tom would stop, ask if Carl was 'ready' enough. No fail, if Carl's balls weren't churning enough, Tom would receive, 'keep working. I'll let you know when I'm ready.' The first time Tom thought it was rough, but accepted it now, Carl taking him by his fluffly head of hair and forcing him downward until his shaft impaled his throat!
From when they first met, their interaction had been a 50/50 reaction, Tom wanting to take Carl's ass and then switch - Carl was pumping Tom's ass, but lately it's been Tom enjoying his teen lover much more than he thought he could ever desire, he's termed himself a full-fledged bottom. When they roleplay with cuffs and straps, he can be very submissive. Tom even surprised himself, purposely defying Carl and sensed the endorphins a powerful tool in making him hard, with his lover commanding the strap against his back!
Carl was enjoying the thought of getting with the security guard, but then started to feel guilty, "by the way, if you're not set on tour of the chapel, I could use a hand, or rather an extra cock, breaking Phil in?"
"Oh, I thought you two were talking about campus life?"
Tom knew better, Carl calling it right, "we were. I was merely interested in how well Phil does his job and figured I could give him some pointers!"
He could kiss Carl right then and there, but saved that for behind closed doors, saying, "I love your psychology of situations."
After the 'family', Tom and Carl, the only family he's known, leaves, it didn't take more than an evening for Tim and Andris to decide to push beds together, converting two twins to a full-sized bed.
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