DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains sex by young adults. If that offends you or you are one who should not be reading this; if you take the trouble to continue, then you are reading at your own risk. Any resemblance of characters to people alive or dead is purely coincidental.
note 2: author can be reached @ shai.jones@protonmail.com
I've written a few stories, poems and reflections. Sometimes my mind is running ahead of my fingers and some revision and editing is required.
(I apologize in advance for that)
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Chapter 2
Zake and I shuffle down the passage and landed on my bed.
"This bed is getting too small for the two us," I chirped.
Back in the mood for some play, we hug and feel each other up. He is squirming as I pinch his nipples.
"They are nice, big and darker since last time.", sucking his nipples and playing with my flat tongue over them and my teeth are continuing the dance. Looking up, I saw his eyes were closed and he sure looks like his mind took flight. He surely has missed this kind of action.
I slide my hands down his sides and lightly play with my fingers on his hip bones. Zake suck on my ear and licked it with his whole tongue.
"Just getting you back," he slides his hands down my back and grab my face, looking in to my eyes, we share and eat each overs thought and it feels like a fierce fire is burning in my loins.
We start to suck face like two hungry young cubs. I can feel his dick poking into mine and my hands slide up his inner thigh while one is feeling up his armpit. Very slow I slide my tongue over his jaw line and then give it a good suck.
"Fuck you taste good," I sigh and attack his lips again. Biting hard on his bottom lip I grab his nipples again. He is becoming putty in my hands. He swings his legs around my waste and humps my dick as we are making out.
Zake sucks my neck making sure not to leave marks. It's all coming back to us. Grinding our dicks together we lose our shirts, and he starts sucking my tits.
"When will you fuck me again? Please I need some of that black cock up my chute," he moans.
"We don't have enough time! But just enjoy this for now."
I slip my hands into his pants and knead is full round ass. My middle finger slips slowly over his rosebud, and he purrs like a cat dreaming in the sun. Taking my left middle finger, I slide it into his mouth. Hungrily he sucks it. Our clocks are now full mast, and my shorts is getting wet from the pre-cum.
Just as I slowly put my middle finger into his arse, we hear the garage door opens. Quickly we put on our shirts and tidy the bed.
"Fuck, we need to make a plan. I really need that dick," he moans.
Dad shouts from the kitchen to check if anyone is home. Zake strolls down the passage and said that Shai was in the bathroom polluting the air again.
I could hear them laughing like we were not busy getting our freak on.
It's difficult to explain the hunger I have for Zake and almost every time we get interrupted. The last time we had to use Brent's studio do get some good dick sucking and ass play done. I now can't wait for Brent to get back to sea.
"Your mother will stay on late at the hospital today. The emergency centre is quite busy she said." Dad was busy with getting his workstation setup for the evening. This guy works all the time between office and home.
Jeff burst into the living room with a huge smile on his face.
"Yep, someone got lucky today," Dad joked.
"Landa can't get enough of me and I don't mind," Jeff brags.
Jeff is 1.85m or just over 6 feet with the body of a swimmer and spiky brown hair. His grey green eyes and pearly white smile comes from mother. He is bronze with a shade of mocca when he spends some time in the sun. It is a colour which I often envy because being the yellow one in the family is playing tricks on my mind of belonging. I tend to quickly get over it but that dark demon often comes visiting.
Zake likes to tease that our family looks like a united nation's working session. Dad is the coal dark huge figure, thickset with workman's muscles, Mom the bushy red head and green eyes. Grey when you are in trouble and golden flecks when she is excited and showering us with love. My little sister, Layla is a dark choco version of Mom. She also has that playful attitude and laidback ways of Zake. Often people will mistake him for one of the Jones's.
Shai, yellow with kind dark eyes, not muscled or thin, just well put together. Looks like all the good parts were mixed to make me when it comes to personality and athletic swagger. It is just my colour which bothers me. I am often reminded that its only I who complains and the thing of being this mix should be a blessing.
I often joked with Jeff that he may have the nice milky mocca but I got all the equipment to put him to shame. Us, being 18 months apart does ensure that we have a close brotherly connection with the difference that we have totally opposite likes and dislikes. Where that may cause trouble in many families, it ensures that we respect and leave room for each other. So that is my family and Zake. The odd-ball with who does care that he is a single child. That is parents a free-thinking and strict at the same time. Both being professionals, hammer excellence from Zake and all his friends. There is room for fun and games but then we need to take responsibility for our actions. "Actions has consequences, " that was Mr McMillon's favourite line to all of us.
Dad was getting the supper ready and reminded me to check if Layla is done with her music classes. My 15 year old sister, takes music seriously and with he academics are no issues either. Piano and jazz guitar are but two of her instruments. She is currently taking extra music classes to prepare for her grade 6 and she has to practice at least 3 pieces for her practical exam. That is a story for another day. Combining her grade 9 school studies and the music keeps her busy with little free time. It does mean that Jeff and I but lately more I has to play driver for her. She regularly reminds Dad that she will get her motorbike license next year and then she can get around on her own. I think she is hoping blindly as our Mother will not allow her on a motorbike even if it's a moped schooter!
Living in just outside Cape Town has its advantages and the security complex has more perks than negatives. Jeff said that he is walking Zake home as they need to catch up on some weekend plans. "Shai, you are still joining us for the 4-day weekend," Jeff ruffles my curly head. "Depends on who else is going. Please don't take Landa with otherwise, I have to keep Zake company," I joked.
"Naah, this trip is just a few guys and the beach. There are a few spots we can check out in Hermanus or Gansbaai," he winked at me. "Gansbaai, kanallah (please), " shout as I grab dads keys to pickup Layla.
"Awesome," I hear the excited voice of Zake! "The bois and the beach," he whooped as he and Jeff left the house.