Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 6
Mark awoke Saturday morning, long before Rob was awake and just lay there thinking about the previous night, thinking about the almost hollow feeling he had after Rob had filled him twice more that night. It was as if he couldn't stop, couldn't get enough, couldn't be filled enough. He could smell a kind of musk in the air and thought about pheromones. He and Rob had certainly reason to produce them. He lay a little longer, curling up to Rob, who was sound asleep, his broad back to him. He lifted the sheet and just looked at his back, his amazing ass, his strong legs.
He lay back and looked at the ceiling and before he knew it, thoughts of Sam drifted into his mind. What was that all about? He just spent an intense evening with an amazing man...but he was Sam's brother. Did that make a difference? Was his lust and comfort displaced? He couldn't tell. It made his head spin and made him doubt, for a moment, the amazing evening he just shared with this guy.
He lay for some time, thoughts drifting through his mind. Rob turned over, and looked at him. "I can hear you thinking." he said with a smirk. Then he reached under the sheet and grabbed him firmly and began to stroke him to hardness. "Well, how are the thoughts now?" He got under the sheet and to Mark's amazment, swallowed him down, vigorously. Pumping with his mouth, and he could hardly believe how quickly it was happening and before he knew it he was exploding his Rob's mouth, who grunted with pleasure. He emerged from the sheets, grinning.
"What was that all about?"
"Oh, I like to begin the day with a good blowjob. Get's me going. And on that note, I need to get going. I have to be in the city for a seminar this afternoon. Sorry, but I've got to leave you here." He leaned in and kissed him and Mark could taste himself in the kiss. They looked at each other and then Rob left the bed. He dressed quickly and with one last kiss, reaching down to the bed, caressing his face, left.
When Mark got back to the room, Sam was working at his computer. He looked up as he entered.
"Hey. How was the evening?"
"Very nice..." and he waited for the sly comments.
"Cool." and went back to his laptop.
Strange. Mark busied himself with collecting laundry, going to the washers in the basement of the building, and back, and Sam hadn't moved and didn't say much.
For the next few days, the temperature in the room was a bit cool. He texted with Rob a few times, and they flirted which was exciting: another first. Sam remained a bit aloof. Friendly, but cool. Finally Mark couldn't stand it any more and that Wednesday morning when he came back from the shower, he sat on the bed, watching Sam at his computer as usual.
"What's going on, Sam."
"What do you mean?" and didn't look at him. "You've been kinda distant all week. Have I done something?"
"Nah. We're cool," but still didn't look at him.
"Cool. Right. That's the word."
Sam looked up at him, his face expressionless. "I don't know what you want me to say..."
"Come on Sam. Anyone can see you're not yourself. What gives?" Sam swallowed, but didn't say anything. He suddenly had a thought,
"Are you being weird because I hung out with your brother?"
Sam looked up quickly and said "What do you mean?" and looked back at his work.
"Ah. I see. You are feeling weird that I spent the night with him."
Sam stopped typing and sighed. He closed the laptop and turned to look at Mark for a moment who was now sitting on his bed, feeling a bit annoyed.
"Ok. You win. I do feel a bit weird, but I have no business feeling that way. You can do what you want and so can Rob..."
He felt a little rush of pleasure at the thought that Sam cared what Mark did. Sam was looking pained, his face flushed and he seemed annoyed. "Tell me more. Why would this make things weird?"
Looking at his hands, he sighed. "Fucked if I know. I'm really glad you and he get along...and it sounds like in more ways than one..." and he grimaced and looked up at Mark, attempting to smile. He shook his head and looked around the room for a second. "Let's smoke a bowl." His tone was almost cheerful, almost the Sam he would have expected.
"Really. At ten in the morning?"
"Well...you don't have classes on Wednesday and I'm planning on skipping British History so let's play hookey."
Mark found he couldn't make sense of this, but Sam's playful smile was hard to resist. "Well...I suppose it won't hurt anyone." But he wondered at the enthusiasm. Was it forced?
Sam pulled out his pipe and the little bag, found a game they could play and the two of them got stoned and laughed at stupid things, finding YouTube videos of cats acting strange, playing a new game very badly and laughing at things Mark knew wouldn't be funny if they were sober.
They managed to get some dinner without making too much of a scene since they were laughing so much, other students laughing at them, although they didn't notice. Mark had never taken a day off before in the middle of the week, another first, and he enjoyed the illicit feeling. They came back to their room and collapsed on their beds, still laughing but he had forgotten why. Sam looked over at him.
"Sorry Mark...I was a bit weird this morning. Are we cool?"
"Yeah we're cool." He felt a bit of stoned tenderness and he imagined getting up and hugging Sam...then he shook his head. Sam was filling his pipe again and he reached into behind his pillow and shook the bottle of lube in his direction. "You know you want to..."
Mark laughed and felt the usual rush of excitement. Why not? The day was a right off anyway, why stop now. He looked at his phone then up at Sam, who was already moving his laptop and shedding his clothes. This is so weird, he suddenly thought. And he realized he hadn't told Rob or James about it. Not really. Why? The fog of THC made it hard to think but he wondered if this represented a fantasy he didn't want to admit. Yes, he had a crush on Sam. That was clear. But this? The fog got thicker and he took off his shirt and went to Sam's bed who was scrolling through videos.
This one was of two couples, a guy and a women each, and they were all on the same bed. At first it looked pretty straight, the couples ignoring each other, but gradually, the guys grew more interested in what the other was doing, eventually kissing...he looked over at Sam who had lubed himself up and was intent on the screen. He looked up at Mark and smiled. "Nice, huh? Pretty hot."
What was with this guy? Mark lubed his cock which was, despite the thoughts racing through his head, hard and insistent. He turned to the screen and the guys were going at it, cocks in mouths and the women were as well, and in ways that he didn't want to think about. He looked over at Sam who looked at him, stopped his slow jacking, watching his hand on his cock.
"What did you and Rob get up to...?"
Mark couldn't quite make sense of the question since all the blood from his brain must be in his hand. He chuckled. "What the...why do you want to know that and right now? Just watch the action."
"No really...tell me. Did he fuck you?"
The words sounded almost shocking. But it was kind of hot to hear Sam ask, and ask about what he did with his brother. It felt wrong, and really exciting at the same time.
"Uh...do you really wanna know?"
Sam jacked his slippery cock a few times. "Yup."
Mark swallowed and turned away from the screen to Sam's face which looked very intent. He tried not to stare at his slowly moving hand as it caressed his hardness, slick and shiny.
"Yeah, he fucked me. My first time..."
"Cool. Did you like it?"
"Of course I fucking like it...I mean...yeah, it was hot." Mark felt waves of intense pleasure at saying the words, and saying them to Sam, who also seemed to be getting off on it, because his face was becoming flushed and his hand moved a little faster.
"Did he cum in you..."
"Yeah, he came in me...three times."
"Fuck, you guys were busy! What else did you do?"
"What else...? You know, we fooled around."
"Like how."
"I sucked him off...he sucked me off." This was getting way intense. Sam was just staring at him, jerking even faster, the video forgotten in front of them.
"And...did you taste his cum?"
Mark practically exploded at the question and his own hand was pumping harder. "Yeah, I did. Tell me why you want to know..."
Sam just looked at him, little gasps coming from him as he was clearly close to the edge.
"I...I just like knowing what other guys get up to..." and he grunted in pleasure.
"Not just any guys. Me. And your brother..." Mark was very close and he looked down at his cock which looked almost angry it was so red. He pumped even harder.
"Yeah. You and my brother. Really fucking hot..." and he gasped as his cock let loose up and over his chest, but also spraying, as usual on to Mark's chest and neck. Mark couldn't hold on and he did the same, jacking furiously, so wildly that his aim was off and big gobs of cum splashed on Sam's shoulder and on one of his nipples. It was so intense that he hit his head against the wall.
"Fuck." was all he said, his eyes closed.
Sam began to laugh, a little wildly. He looked down at the pool of Mark's cum on his chest. He scooped up a bit in his finger and put it in his mouth.
"That was way fun. Thanks, man." and he looked at Mark. "You're a mess," and he reached over and ran his hand through Mark's hair, smoothing it down. Just a brief, soft touch. "Let me get a towel before my bed is soaked through!" and he laughed, getting off the bed.
Mark lay there, a bit stunned. What had just happened was so intense that his mind was having trouble working. Sam threw the towel at him and he wiped himself off and handed it back. The pot was wearing off and he felt sleepy. Without a word he got off the bed and put on his underwear. Why do I feel like a bit guilty, he thought. Was that too much fun? He thought of the intensity on Sam's face as he asked his questions. What was up with that particular curiosity? Why would the straight brother of a gay guy want to know those kind of details, and in fact get off on them? He looked over at Sam who was putting away his pipe, wearing only his boxers, his taught back and muscular legs kind of distracting. Sam was straight, wasn't he? How many straight guys had moments like they just had? But there were girlfriends. He had seen them. Had heard about them from James. If nothing else, he thought, sitting in front of his laptop, Sam was...complicated. And a little voice from deeper in him said, and beautiful...
They spent the rest of the night hanging out, watching dump comedy shows on Sam's laptop. At one point Sam pulled out his kettle and made tea. It felt so comfy to be hanging out drinking tea, laughing at bad comedy, with Sam.
He decides to go to see Rob in Toronto, partly to get a break from the intensity of what happened with Sam, and partly to see Rob again, who met him at the train station.
"What do you want to do today?"
"Oh well...why don't we get some lunch. I'm starved."
They found a little cafe and tucked themselves into a corner. As they ate and chatted about nothing much, he watches Rob's face, so like Sam's, but so his own. Rob realizes he was being watched and stopped, smiling.
"What's up."
"I'm just looking at you..." and he stopped, realizing what he wants to say, "How straight is Sam?"
"Whoa. Where did that come from?"
"I don't know...he's just...hard to figure out."
Rob looked at him for a moment, something serious behind his eyes. He reached across and took his hand for a second. "Yeah, he's hard to figure out. Why are you trying to figure him out?"
Mark looked down at his lunch, feeling embarrassed. What could he say? He couldn't tell him about their little "sessions" with the lube and the videos, or what had happened the other night. He couldn't imagine telling him. He sighed and decided to tell some of the truth.
"I guess I...had a little crush on him when I first started sharing a room with him..."
"Ah. Now we're getting somewhere. Do you still have this little "crush"?"
Mark looked at his face to see if there was any hurt or anger, but all he saw was curiosity, concern.
"Sometimes...does that bother you, given what we got up to last week? What we might get up to later today?"
Rob laughed and looked out the window to the busy street. He looked back.
"Well bother is a strong word. I like you, Mark. You're a smart, sexy guy. Who knows what might happen. But if you are carrying a bit of a torch for my brother, then that complicates things, doesn't it?"
"A torch? That seems extreme. But I know what you mean. I'm not sure what any of it means. I like you too, I really do. And Sam and I...well regardless of anything else, we're...close. We like hanging out together. I know he tries to hide it, but he's a really smart, thoughtful person. But lately he seems a bit...I don't know...conflicted, or something."
Rob said something that amazed him by how quickly he understood. In a way that Sam might have, he thought. "You wonder if the conflict is about you?"
"Something like that."
Rob sighed. He took a sip of his water, clearly thinking about something. He looked at Mark, then outside again, a light, early winter snow beginning to fall.
"Sam and I...when we were teenagers - so I would have been sixteen and Sam was thirteen when it started -- well our family went through some tough times. We didn't live in the mountains, but in Ottawa. They both drank a lot back then and they fought all the time. Sam and I, well, we turned to each other as a way of staying sane. It was really difficult. They're totally sober now and they're good people. You should meet them some time. But back then, it wasn't good." He stopped and took a sip of his water. He turned to the passing server and asked for two glasses of wine. "White ok?"
"Sure...keep going."
"Well, Sam and I were looking for...comfort, I guess. I knew I was gay and Sam knew I was gay...and...well...one morning I woke up and went over and started sucking his cock. He didn't stop me. We shared a room, so it was easy. And from there on, for a couple of years, we started having sex. Not all the time, but I realized when things got really bad with our parents it was more likely to happen. You know, Sam was a very mature thirteen year old. He was practically the same size as me at the time. Anyway, you must think we're freaks..."
He looked at Rob's face, which was suffused with emotion. He could see tears building up in his eyes. He looked down again, as if the gaze was too intense.
"No. Not freaks. I know what it's like to have a parent who drinks. I kind of wish I had had a brother like you when my dad was passed out in the living room, or growling around the kitchen the next morning, hung over."
"Oh, I see...you really do get it. But you're not shocked?"
"Not at all. Kids do what they can do to make things better. I don't judge that. My solution was to throw myself into school, at the expense of everything else. Like a social life, like sex, like dating..."
"I'm not really making light of this, but I do need to say you are a fast learner..."
Mark blushed. "Thanks." Then after a pause, he said, "I guess I do have a crush on Sam."
"It's pretty obvious, even before today. You look at him like a puppy dog, and it's adorable. But I'm not sure how to help. Sam has had some girlfriends. He had one last spring who I think really broke his heart. She was lovely and they seemed good together, but she moved away to go to a different university in the States and I don't think he's seen anyone since. But I know he's fooled around with the odd guy. I found out from a guy, not from him. Well, fooled around might be a strong way of putting it. But something happened.
"You're not mad? That I'm...what did you call it...carrying a torch?"
"Well I would by lying if I said it didn't bother me, but I'm a big boy and we hardly know each other. And I hope this doesn't stop you from coming to my apartment later...?"
"No, I don't think that's a problem."
Later, as they lay entwined in Rob's bed, the taste of him on his lips, and spattered on his chest, he started thinking about what Rob had said. That Sam had in fact some kind of interest in guys, but didn't seem to act on it very much. Interesting. And the way they got through adolescence. It made sense to Mark, even if he couldn't have imagined it for himself. Rob was snoring ever so lightly into his ear.
He slid down and took him in, his cock growing, filling his mouth. He felt so safe, as he sucked, and waking up, Rob began to caress his face, and rub his hair, which of course, made him think of Sam doing it,which of course was exciting, and he began to pump Rob's length into him, tasting him, and soon, almost as a surprise, an early morning reflex, Rob pumped himself into Mark's mouth with a harsh gasp, clutching his head and arching his back as he emptied himself. Mark swallowed, and slid up to him, kissing him hungrily, sharing the wetness, sharing what he imagined was...well...history, of those two lonely boys trying to comfort each other.
He leaned back and looked at Rob for a moment. "Thanks for telling me...about you and Sam. I'm glad you two could turn to each other. I wish I had had someone like you when things were bad." Or Sam, he thought.
Rob pulled him in for another kiss, long and gentle.