Seduction Of Peter by Brilane (behk@m4.sprynet.com)
The highway speeds by as I gaze out the Honda's window and wait for the drink of the party to wear off.
"Bri? You OK?" Peter's voice brings me back to the swaying motion of the car.
"Pete, slow down! You're traveling to fast," I say looking at the speedometer. 86 mph.
He just grins.
"Now, slow the damn thing down. I just got her!" I yell.
He brings the car down to 55 and lays his right hand on my knee.
"OK, Bri. Am I scaring you?" he asks grinning.
"Not scaring me, but the car is new and I wanted to let the ride last as long as possible."
Pulling of the highway, we head up the road to the gate of the rambling complex of town houses of Presidential Estates in Quincy, Mass. This is my hideaway from the city. I show the guard my pass and direct Peter to my house and he parks in the slot next to his car.
"We're lucky to get back. You're still drunk," I tell him.
The party had gone well and a bunch of us from Badger had ended up at the Market Place trying to pick up chicks. And wouldn't you know it, I would be the one to get lucky. A nice little blond with good-sized tits. She let me run my finger down her cleavage while dancing. A damn sure lay. I was getting in deep, trying to keep the straight role going, hoping that she would get pissed and leave but she wanted to split with me and I needed an out.
I was in the men's room trying to figure out how to get rid of the broad when Peter wandered in. He told me not to worry about getting him home and encouraged me to go with her. He said he would take a cab out to Westin and get his car on Saturday. I told him I didn't want her. He thought I was nuts. I suggested he take her, but he pointed out that it was him she was dodging when she bumped into me.
"Well, I've got to think of something," I muttered.
I walked out of the restroom and see my blond talking to Paul. This was my out. Walking right up to her, I said loudly, "When I pick up a BITCH, she is mine for the night. You want this guy, he's yours."
With that I turned and stormed out of the club. Outside the air felt good, and I walked over to my car.
"Bri!" Peter's voice called from behind me. "What'd you do that for?" he asked, puffing as he ran up beside me.
With my back to him and trying to contain my anger, I said, "Peter, you know I don't want a girl, and it was getting sticky in there. You sure were no help." I turned and looked him straight in the face. "Peter, it is hard enough playing straight without you trying to get me hooked up with some chick. All you straight guys think a pussy will change me. PETER, I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE! Got that!"
Turning away from him, I reached my Honda and started to unlock it. His hand reached out to mine and he lifted the keys.
"Come on, you've had too much to drink. I'll drive you to the Towers."
"Fuck that place. I've got the ocean place for the summer. I'm going there, and I don't need a baby-sitter," I said, feeling more cold now than mad.
We argued for a while, but I finally agreed to let him drive me home. Now standing by the cars, I suggest that stay the night because it was so late. Looking at his watch, he says he is really tired and then agrees. Once inside my place, Peter collapses on the couch and I begin to make some coffee.
I have known Peter for quite a while, and we are very close. For a straight guy he's real cool about me being gay, so we've hung out and traveled the club circuit, both gay and straight together. He is a little taller than me, has light brown hair that has a gold tint to it. Brown eyes and a great build from his playing rugby. He also has this disarming smile that puts a person at ease immediately. I loved him from the second we met. As he stood there being introduced to me, all I saw were his eyes. He stared back intently and from that day to now we've been the best of friends. There are and have never been any secrets between us. It is a good friendship. So being around Peter is very relaxing, and I've never been nervous about touching him and hugging him. In fact, earlier in the evening at the party he hugged me and kissed me on the lips. It seemed natural because this was a party in my honor, so everyone was hugging me and slapping my back all night.
"You plan on working tomorrow?" Peter asks.
"No, but you do," I reply.
He looks at me and gives me the finger. Now Peter is of proper Yankee blue blood stock, so any vulgar gesture is always somewhat surprising.
"We'll see about that," Pete says as he gets up and heads off towards the bedrooms.
I sit in the side chair and look out into the darkness, smelling and hearing the ocean through the open window. I glance back down towards the bedrooms and see Peter coming from the bathroom, wearing only a pair of white briefs, surprising me again. He usually wears full-cut, white boxers. He shows a nice basket in the briefs, and I look down at the floor just sighing, knowing that any thought of sex with Peter is out of the question. It would alter the friendship forever. But wishing it would and feeling for his sake it wouldn't, I just close my eyes and let the longing pass through me.
Getting up out of the chair, after having fallen asleep for a while, I head for my room and stop at the dresser and take out fresh underwear and head for the bath. Once inside I shower and get ready for bed, 1 a.m., work is out, I guess. I return to my room and look over into the guest room. The bed is empty.
"That stupid fuck drove home," I think.
Walking into my room, I slide open the large drapes and open the sliding door to let both air and the bright moonlight in. Turning I look over to my bed and see Peter lying on it. He is on his back and sound asleep. He is sort of at an angle from corner to corner, and his body is dark in the light from the window, his white briefs are in contrast to the rest of him. I just look at him. Trying not to think those thoughts, I walk over to him and with my finger tap real hard a few times on his breastbone and he wake up slowly. I tell him that the guest room is out there and point to the door. He grins and gets up. He stands at the side of the bed, grabs the blanket and pulls it back with the sheet.
"You lie here and sleep," he tells me and points at the other side, "and I'll stay here."
He lies back down on the bed. Every fantasy I have ever had of Peter involved a bedroom seduction because of all the time we have spent in hotel rooms together. Here and now with his behavior I knew it was bad and it would only lead me to really falling for him and that is nuts. Loving a straight guy is a real loser for a fag. I walk toward the door.
"Brian, get in this fuckin' bed!"
Peter's voice was harsh and startled me a little. I turn to him and he is up on his right elbow and starring at me." I said NOW!"
I walk over to the other side and lie down starring at the ceiling without saying a word. I am taken back by his voice and by the tone if it. My body is rigid as if I am frozen. I feel his movements as he rolls over, almost covering me with his warm body. I see his face looking down at mine. I pull my head back deep into the pillow but he stops me. Then, warm, moist lips touch mine and this man starts a very gentle kiss. His lips are soft and they move slightly from side to side as he increases the pressure on mine. All the thoughts rush through me at once and my eyes fill with tears and I feel his tongue start licking the tears that have reached our lips. Peter raises his head and slowly licks the tears and softly tells me not to cry.
"I love you, Bri," he says gently.
"This changes everything. Our friendship is gone," I say as I look into his eyes.
Looking down at me, he softly whispers, "No, it just got stronger and now after your seduction of kindness and loving friendship, it's time I repay you for making me fall in love with you." With that he takes his left hand and pulls my right arm up over his shoulder and says, "Make love with me."
He begins a kiss so full of passion that I'm pulled helplessly into it, and I become a full participant. My arm descends along his back to his briefs-covered ass, and I start rubbing it and rotating my midsection as we kiss for what seems an eternity.
He lowers his face down to my left ear and starts nibbling on the lobe. I run my tongue along his shoulder, kissing and slightly biting him. Peter's body has moved, now completely covering me. He starts to kiss and lick my neck and rub his right arm along my thigh, touching the waist band of my briefs. He slides his arm along my lower leg. He is slowly descending down my chest to my naval and by his movements, I know this is new to him. I smile slightly and brush his fine soft hair as he licks my underwear. He's trying to be gentle as he runs his tongue along my expanded penis, not quite knowing how to handle it. I reach down with both hands to his shoulders and pull him up and sliding my arms around him roll Peter over onto his back.
"Here, I'll show you how it's done," I whisper in his ear.
Looking down into the eyes of the man I have loved for so long that sometimes I cried myself to sleep over him, I begin to kiss his lips lightly along each one at a time and running my tongue along his teeth forcing his mouth open. I wash the inside of his mouth and feel each tooth. Then I bring my lips down to his chin and start nibbling it while my left hand slowly rubs his right nipple. I lick his neck and begin to tongue his breastbone. Peter starts reacting to the tongue bath by running his left hand along my back, letting his nails slightly scratch me.
As I lick and bite his pecs and reach his right nipple, I slide my body down so my midsection is resting over his brief covered manhood. I can feel it has reached a considerable size, and as I suck and bite his nipple, I rotate my body over his cock, causing him to rotate back. Slowly I suck and bite his left side along the ribcage, down to the waist band of his shorts.
I bring my right hand down along his leg. I squeeze and rub from his knee to the leg opening of the briefs as I bite and tongue the soft cloth at his left hip. My left hand is still working his nipples, first one then the other, and then I bring it down to his right hip and caress it in a circular motion tightly squeezing at the ass cheek.
Lifting my body up, I look at Peter and his eyes are closed. From his hand on my shoulder and his hip movements I know he is fully enjoying me. I reach with my hand on his right side and roll him slightly and start kissing the underwear that is covering his left ass cheek. I turn him completely over as I kiss and bite his ass. I lick the waist band and up the back slightly then down to the thighs and along the leg band of each leg. His hips are now humping the bed and his breathing has increased. Then running my tongue along the inside of Peter's thigh to his knee and back several times, I take my left hand and run the fingers under the leg opening. I run them up and down the crack. He lifts almost without thinking. I then lick the left leg and run my tongue over my own hand up to the waistband.
Removing my hand I lie down on top of him, letting my fully extended dick rest in the cloth covered crack of his ass and slowly rotate my hips as I lick his neck. I can feel his hot breath as I slide my right hand under his face and turn it up so I can kiss the corner of his mouth. I start licking my way down his backbone and rub his sides with both hands. Reaching his briefs I turn him over and separating his legs, I lie between them. Starting at his naval I lick and kiss with more force making sucking sounds as I do. He is now getting more involved, running his hands all over my hair and shoulders. I start to lick the briefs where they are tented from his erection. I bite it, holding his hardness in my mouth through his briefs, just breathing hard into the cloth. Then I lick the cotton covering his balls, pulling and tugging slightly on the fabric to loosen it from his crotch.
Peter places his fingers on the waist band and pushes down as I tug the underwear off his manhood. He lightly rubs his cock, and I push the hand away, placing my mouth over his cut crown. I lick it and the piss-slit until I see the pre-cum starting to form in it. I lick and bite the shaft and then lick the pubics around it, enjoying the smell and feel of the soft hairs brushing my face. My tongue works its way down the right side to the space between the ball sack and ass. I lick and bite it letting the nuts roll across the bridge of my nose, feeling the strings of hair sliding along my eyes.
Peter now grabs my head and brings me up to his cock. I know it is time to finish him. I wrap my mouth around the full shaft and suck down hard, clamping the base with my lip covered teeth. I bring my mouth up slowly, applying the most pressure I can on the entire shaft and then start the up and down rhythm. His hands have clasped my head and his hips are in rhythm with my mouth. Then he pushes my head down hard, startling me, and begins to shoot his load. It fills my mouth and causes me to choke. I lift my mouth off, and the remaining shots hit my chin. Peter grabs his cock and continues to jerk on it until he has released all the cream in him.
I roll back and hear his heavy breathing as he tries to slide down on the bed to me. He moves his hand to my crotch, but I stop him and said that won't be necessary. We kiss and pull ourselves up in bed and fall asleep.
The End (of the beginning)