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Seduced by my own Twin Bro.
Part 5 of 5.
Alex Smith and I set out early the following morning. Not knowing what drama would await us that day. Taking the time to shower, clean, and shave. Al was squatting backward on the toilet, trying to remove the stubborn hairs from his crack. Bending double to maneuver the safety razor between his buttocks. I laughed at the sight but took pity on him. Maneuvering him into the bath. I had my brother's fuck shute clean in a trice. Even removing some fuzz off the sack from underneath his balls. Rincing the hair away with the shower nozzle. Soothing any razor burn with a flick of my tongue. Smacking the taught buttocks with a flat hand.
This was the first time I heard Smith scream in shock. He tried to get up from the bathtub's edge. But I pinned him down. Thrusting a hand onto the back of his neck and squeezing it tight.
I saw the vertical slit pulse and kissed Alex's beautiful hole. He opened the backdoor, and I rimmed my hero. Smith laid a hand on the back of my head and wiggled his ass up and down over my tongue. Enjoying my swishing tongue very much. After letting go of my bruh, he got up. Revealing the colossal ten-inch boner. Smacking it on my lips. Splattering his wet glans over my face.
As I lustfully looked up, Alex Smith fed me his morning wood. Taking full control. Riding his horny manhood between my eager lips. He did not have to command me to clean him up. I swallowed, licked, slurped as if I had nothing better to do. However, I stopped before he could cum.
We had to make our way to Redmond, and I couldn’t resist stopping at the other two college towns as well! I was eager to catch a glimpse of them for myself, buzzing with curiosity and excitement. Who knows what hidden gems we might discover there? I wanted to double-check to ensure I didn’t miss out on anything!
I had given Alex the keys from my St.Cruise. Letting Smith drive. Editing the footage of the four cameras we used to shoot last night's hookup. We had emasculated the Texas trucker, Shaun Chapman. Turning the brutal straight Alpha into a submissive gay bitch. I was sure we made a lasting impression on the Highway Cowboy. And was willing to bet my rubbered dick wasn't the last one that entered his darkened love tunnel. However, being a man of my word, I made a ten-minute video of the event. Sending it to the trucker as soon as it had rendered. Seeing the sex from these other perspectives got me worried, though. We got paid well for this brutality, but what we did to Shaun wasn't discussed or agreed upon. It was nothing short of anal assault.
We ate a nice breakfast at a local Mickey D's in the first college town. The city center was smaller than the entire campus. Even the students that went there looked nothing like me. Nerds! The lot of them. And the nightlife was virtually nonexistent. A part from the rundown McDonalds we stopped at. And you can't call that 'nightlife', now can you?
The Second City was bigger. And it even had a few nightclubs and bars. But not the variety or quantity I had found in the Redmond area. So, all in all, my late pick for a dorm, Al's information, and his condo student complex turned out to be for the best. As we left the Redmond highway exit before lunch, I drove directly to 'Bowmond Academy for Engineering and Technology'.
Its academic level was on par with the other two schools. However, the extensive campus was on a whole different level. It even had a fucking gay cafeteria right on the quad. And a rec center that rivaled any big town mall. I wanted to grab a bite to eat, register, and pick up my student ID. Immerse myself into college life. Walking around, I felt right at home.
Seeing Alex looking longingly around made me grin. I knew he wanted only one thing. Get back to his man, Robin Grayson. After our walk, we mosied on back to my Hyundai Santa Cruz. We had parked outside one of three ugly concrete highrise dormitories. Yet, what I saw put the fear of God into me. A familiar, desolate-looking dude standing shaking next to a garage wall. Clutching two trolley suitcases and a duffle bag. Not knowing what to do or where to go. From what I could see, with his hoody covering his face, the young mocha-colored man - my age - looked the worst for wear.
Doctor Alex Smith saw what I was looking at and followed at a distance.
"Hi..." I said in a calm voice. Looking at the oddly familiar heap of man. "... Is everything okay? Do you need help?" I asked softly. Seeing a black eye and a bruised lip.
"Har... Eri Harp... Eric Harper? Oh man! Help me," said a quavering voice. He flung his arms over my shoulders, dropping his bag to the floor.
It was Victor Reece, my swim teammate from high school, but the sight of him felt heart-wrenching.
He appeared as a mere shadow of his former self. His ebony skin looked ashen gray. And the man seemed ill and fatigued. His once curly black afro had been shockingly spray-painted pink. When he moved, he winced in pain, every small motion appearing to cost him dearly. Victor's eyes, usually bright and full of life, were now clouded and unfocused. It pained me to see him looking so fragile and vulnerable, as if he were balancing on the edge of collapse.
I gave Victor a small kiss but instantly regretted it. He smelled worse than he looked.
"Beer is usually taken internally, Victor," I whispered half jokingly. The smell of beer wasn't the worst of it, though. He had not showered in days.
A few students had seen me kiss Reece. Looking appalled. But I could not care less.
On the other hand, Victor wanted to disappear beneath my black leather biker jacket and into the white baseball uniform pants I wore today. He hugged me that tightly. The man could not believe his eyes. Remember, Reece had never seen me look this cool. He did not even know I was registered at Bowmand Academy as well. Vic liked what I had done to my hair, too. He stroked his fingers through it and nearly stumbled and fell over.
By now, Alex had joined us. However, Victor instantly bounced back from Al's impressive sight. As if Smith scared the shit out of him. The flight reaction on Victor's face made me angry with him. I put a hand under Reece's chin, pulling his gaze away from my muscular, leather-clad brother.
"Victor!... Cut it out, man. This is my brother. He's a doctor, my best friend, and the greatest fuck I ever had. Let the Doc check you over. He won't bite. What happened anyway?".
But all Victor stammered was, "Are... Are you gay, Eric?".
"I am, but who did this to you, Vic?". I could see his eyes widen in disbelief. It felt odd. The ease with which I admitted I was gay.
Al gently introduced himself to Victor Reece. But the young man wanted nothing to do with him. Shouting, "... He's one of those rapist. Isn't he! I don't like it anymore -... ".
The outburst told me enough. Reece had been abused. Not just by one guy but, by the sound of it, by a whole load of them. My blood boiled. Trying - and failing - to stay calm.
Reece told us, between sobs and winces, what had happened. Not in the greatest of details. Though we had heard enough to get the picture. We had sat him down in the passenger seat of my car. But Doctor Smith looked worried. Fearing Victor may have been drugged for a date-rape. It sounded like the submissive twink had run into the three cronies that used to hang around with badass bully Billy Meijers in high school. They are as dumb as they are ugly. No filter or compassion at all. They took without asking.
I lost it. I ran inside. Alex did not even try to stop me. I would show those three and rue the day they tormented us in high school. As I kicked the hell out of two of them, I raged at the gathered crowd in the common room.
"Where is Terance 'Terror' Turner? I am going to kill him!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"In... In... room 304. He's doing my roommate against her will." Called a scared-looking young woman in horror.
"What are you all standing around for? Call Campus Security. NOW! Don't stand there. DO SOMETHING!" I called over at the gathered crowd.
Well, long story short. I kicked down the door. And with one good blow to the head, I knocked Turner out cold. As I untied the abused and tormented woman, a dozen burly-looking security staff rushed in after me. Apparently, Victor Reece had the misfortune of being Turner's roommate. And the man had abused the submissive bottom from the moment he set foot in that dorm.
Despite the filmed evidence I had provided, it took security a long time before I got released from the interrogation room. Having to go through the wringer three times. First, campus security, then the police, followed by a berating from the Chancellor of College himself. The homophobic asshole-licker made it sound as if I was the assaulter. A female police sergeant put a stop to his nonsensical raging. The man had not seen a shred of proof. However, I just stood there and took it. Thinking back on the shit that Karin McDowell used to shout at me and my twin brother.
Once outside, my pride and joy had vanished from Victor's dorm building. Car gone. No Alex. No phone. It had been confiscated. The nice police woman called after me when I was about to walk to Al's place.
"Wait up, mister Harper," she shouted after me. She handed me my phone back. Alex was calling. He explained everything. Doctor Smith had taken Victor to his home and put the man to bed. Reece was too pooped to pop. Four days of relentless sex on a diet of Rohypnol and poppers tend to do that.
However, At that point, the drama got to me. The rage and adrenaline had worn off. I felt as lost as Victor had looked. Luckily, a vision in black leather doomed up through my teary eyes.
"Yo, Bro! Wanna ride with me?" Robin Grayson called over. Flicking his sunglasses onto his nearly bald head. The bare-chested six foot seven, ex-marine and quarterback was dressed in leather jeans, an unzipped black biker jacket, and heavy boots. This buff ebony Terminator look-alike wasn't something you'd find on a campus like this. He looked formidable, scary even. Grayson isn't as muscular as Alex Smith. But fuck, the lean man isn't something I'd like to annoy down some dark alley, either.
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Robin 'Dick' Grayson. Giving Eric Harper 'a ride'.
I staggered upright. Robin had swaggered over. Handing the officer his license and business card. He smiled at me with those dark brown eyes and hooked an arm under mine. I felt him rub my back as he helped me to his ride.
"Had a hard day, Eric?" Robin asked seductively.
"Not as hard as it's going to be," I said. Looking the ebony stallion up and down in amazement. Focusing a little too long and too obviously on his leather crotch. Even limp, the bulge was impressive. It dangled freely down the right side of the tight pantleg. And I could swear it was getting thicker by the second.
"Les blow dis joint, man. Good, see'n ya, Harper. Bean dreaming bout ya," whispered the stallion surprisingly femininely. Hearing the black brother street-talking at me felt odd but understandable. At least he didn't sound as threatening as he looked.
"Uh-Huh? Blow you? Here? Now?" I nervously joked.
"Well, if you have to," laughed Robin. Handing me his helmet.
I straddled the buddy seat and hung on for dear life. Letting my hand wander over Grayson's sexy leather-clad body. Man, he was such a tall hunk. And the full-leather getup wasn't half bad, either. It got my heart rate up in any case.
Moments later, Robin and I pulled up to the Front Street junction outside Smith's red-brick building. It stood defiantly at a 45-degree angle to the intersection, like the biker club across the street. Apparently, this junction was the main entrance to Farmsum. A quaint town with a long history.
Both flanking red-brick buildings exuded a kind of gritty charm, a bit grimy and definitely showing their age. With towering English ivy on its dirty walls. Yet, it was still possible to make out the old-fashioned tiled signs above the doors.
Across the way, the biker club and snack bar boasted a bold sign: 'Sub Power.' Apparently, this used to be an electrical transformer station. Powering all of Farmsum.
Above the central entrance of Al's building, the mosaic tile proudly proclaimed: 'Station 69.' I couldn't help but grin mischievously at that. As I took in the extraordinary scene, it all made sense. Smith's building used to be Farmsum's fire station. It even had a tall hose tower lurking in the back. The old wooden doors had been bricked up long ago, so Robin drove us to the back. Remotely opening the fenced courtyard. Parking his Harley inside the six-bay fire station.
Even the clothes racks and low wooden benches were still there from those days. Only now, it housed the colorful motorcycle gear from the inhabitants. I sat down on the bench, Getting glimpses of the macho space. A large gym and sauna had been set up down here. Like the one back in Jackson's villa, only much more extensive. I thought I would love to hang out here. Even if I did not own a motor yet. Feeling sure these men could teach me a thing or two.
And Mister Grayson appeared to know what I wanted him to teach me. He had quietly moved behind me. I heard him rip open a zip. When I looked over my shoulder in surprise, he slammed his meat against my face. All eleven and a bit inches of it. Half-mast hard. Heavy, slick, and dripping wet.
The disfigurement of this man was scary. Well, imagine a hung ebony leather man. Eleven inches long, but - without joke - 3 times wider than a hung man. I had heard of double penetration. But damn! This oval treetrunk was just too broad to be allowed. In an utter stunned surprise, I laid the hot dick on my forearm. Feeling the weight press onto my lower arm. Obscuring most of it with the excessively girthy width.
Oddly enough, I felt sorry for the man. I thought that no normal man - or woman, for that matter - would willingly accommodate Robin. And yet, Alex Smith had told me last week he let Grayson fuck him hard on occasion. I even recalled Al's warning not to let Robin deep-throat me. All this flashed through my mind while my eyes locked between Robin's gaze and his heavy crowbar.
As I felt the tattooed ebony dick twitch, I took my hand and lifted the fat pole up. Swiping my tongue and lips along the underside of the shaft. Letting the sensitive cockhead rest in my hair. Keeping a close eye on Grayson. Apparently, this was precisely what Robin had been hoping for. I smelled the leather on his dick and redoubled my efforts. Thanking the Terminator for 'rescuing' me. Apologizing for not being able to take him.
However, Master Gray had other ideas. He thrust his cockhead between my lips and brutally called, "... Suck it Bitch. Eat that black dick!" The tone of voice did not go down without a fight. I glared angrily up at Robin Grayson. Pursing my lips so only the tip of my tongue could poke out.
Causing Grayson to bark, "... Defiant little shit. Aren't you, Harper? I'll teach you. Open up and let me in there. Or I bust those teeth out and throat you anyway."
Well, that did the trick for me. I grasped the man's balls. Rolling my fingers around one and pinching the gonads. Sending waves of excruciating pain through the towering hunk. Buckling him to his knees. Very calmly, I said clearly, "... Robin 'fucking' Grayson, let's not do that again. Stay in control. I don't want to end up like Victor Reece. I want to please your beautiful appendage, but I fear you are simply too big, brother."
It took the ebony Hulk a while to process what I just barked down at him. Stretching out an arm to help Robin off the concrete floor. Kissing Hightower on the lips. Soothingly stroking the limp brisket in gently long rotating motions.
I dropped to my knees again and kissed the head. Flicking my tongue over the piss-slit and past the underside over the banjo-string. Alex Smith was right. Grayson was particularly sensitive in that area. Screaming girlishly like a virgin slut about to get gangbanged by a brotherhood of black thugs. But he kept his cool. Not losing control. Robin knew I would not let him. And that made all the difference.
I slowly went down along the side of the extra wide ebony dick. Constantly stroking the head in my palm. Slobbering the tormented ballsack before going back up. We locked eyes as I took the girthy glans in my mouth. Sucking Grayson off like a pro. The man took hold of my head but kept as stiff as a statue. Letting me blow him as deep as I could manage. And despite his disfigurement, that was quite a few inches. Enough to get Robin's blood boiling.
"Oh... Fuck, Eric... Please, man. Stop teasing me. I need to... I want to... Can I please fuck you, buddy?" he asked pleadingly.
"Please, always helps. Adding Sir is an even better way. But how the hell do you suppose this thing will fit? Not by force. You know I can't take that," I said resolutely.
"Aah. Uh-hum?... Well, I've dealt with that before. Do you trust me? Wanna try, lil bro?... Uhm... Sorry... Sir."
He scooped me off the floor and carried me to the gym area without saying anything. Dropping me onto my side on a padded vinyl-covered table. Robin pulled my white baseball uniform pants down a bit. Pushing my knees to my chest and rimmed my hole. Stroking my dick, licking my shaft, and dribbling spit between my crack. Once I relaxed a bit, he got up and said, "Look, Eric, Sir. That anal sphincter isn't as tight as most think. It's not as round either, more of a vertical slit. So, if you lay on your side and allow me to enter... Well, You'll see. Sideways, it will fit surprisingly easily. Nothing to worry about, Sir."
Robin Grayson took out a small squirt bottle of lube and greased the fireman's pole. Its head was in before I knew it. And the rest followed. As wide as Robin was, it fit. Sure, I had never felt this stuffed before. And it was painful. No denying that! But the man kept control. He slowly increased the pressure, and soon enough, I felt the leather of his jeans slam against my ass. I was getting porked by a vast ebony hunk with excellent bedside manners. He knew what I wanted to try. And gave it to me in seven colors pride.
Once Nurse Robin had gaped me open, Grayson lifted one of my legs over his chest into the air. Hugging it like he was holding a skinny bitch. Pounding my asshole even faster and rougher. By that time, I was numb with endorphins and adrenaline. Unable to count my lucky stars. And those popped in front of my eyes with every heavy thrust. Robin's pumping motion had even taken over my breathing. I screamed and shouted. I wanted it to be more brutal and much deeper. And what I wanted, Grayson provided. I was rolled onto my back. Forcing my ass to rotate ninety degrees over his girthy black dick.
It felt as if the torque wrench was waiting for the final bit of force to achieve the right spec. Once my ass pivoted the ninety degrees over Robin's extra wide load, my hole spread to breaking point. Grayson rolled his eyes in his sockets and unloaded his nut inside. Letting his hot babies grease me up.
Robin would not have stopped there. Heck, I would not have allowed it. And I wished I would have taken a few pictures. But some asshole knocked on the stairwell door. I think he must have heard us talking dirty. It was campus security with Victor's clothes and boxed belongings. This dropped Grayson and me back into reality.
We could not uncouple quick enough, so I called to the man behind the door, to leave Vic's belongings in the hallway. He did and drooped off. It took Robin a few moments to regain his footing. He lay bent double over me. His leather jacket smelled so comforting. And it looked even better on him. I had never screwed around with a Terminator-looking biker. Let alone with a six-foot-seven ebony hunk like Grayson.
Once Robin carefully pulled back, a dirty stream of wet farts emanated from my guts. My ass came as hard as my dick had done moments before. It made a mess of the gym equipment. But Grayson did not seem to mind. The fucker took out his phone to snap a few pictures. My distended gaping sphincter poured ropes of milk out of my ass. Man, Robin Grayson had come hard and deep. The leather-clad brute just laughed and threw in the towel.
"Welcome to Station 69, boi. You'll fit in nicely," Robin smirked dirty. "... Dang, Sir, You took 'Tiny' a heck of a lot better than your brother did the first time. Eric?... What do I call you? I mean, I can't call you our houseboy in good conscience now, can I?"
It made me proudly smirk. So I quickly thought up a name, "... How about you call me Eric. Or better yet: MisterEe. With double Ee. Could you help me get up? You go clean the mess you made, and I'll go see Victor. Where did you two hide him, anyway?".
"Attic loft floor. I think Alex wants you to have it, Eric. The room we kept free is too small for the two of you. Victor is sleeping off his hangover. He was far away when I picked you up. They drugged him while a few dozen horny beasts abused Victor for money. It's a good thing you taught those guys a lesson. I would have thrown them off the roof, darling!... Uhm... I mean Mr.Ee," Nurse Robin said firmly. But with a slightly queer undertone.
"Yup, MisterEe sounded about right," I thought. It was a mystery to me how I could not have known I was this gay. I've been fucked by three guys in the last twenty-four hours. And enjoyed every experience as if it were the first naughty, seductive adventure.
I carried Vic's belongings up to the loft apartment. This vast, nearly empty space was as big as the six-bay garage below. It had once served as a communal sleeping hall and storage area. The sloping bare walls loomed overhead, echoing with memories, while the high ceiling offered endless possibilities for transformation. A few bits and bobs, leftover furniture, a kitchenette, and a sizable communal wetroom were all it housed now. Grubby and a bit dirty. It was clear that the room needed a tremendous amount of work to become my home, but that was a concern for another day.
I found Sleeping Beauty lying on a queen-sized black rubber mattress. Curled up in the fetal position with his thumb in his mouth. Fast asleep. Or so I thought. Seeing the whipping marks and bruises on the naked ebony boy made me sick to my stomach. Doctor Alex Smith had dabbed some skin-repair ointment on his back and between his buttocks. And left the tube with instructions for me.
E. Apply five times a day. Careful between his legs.
They burned the hair from his bum. No sex!
Love, Alex.PS. I am at the hospital to get his bloodwork checked out.
After I read the note, I wished Robin Grayson would have been there with me in dorm room 304. Fuck, I would have helped him off those guys. The drama got to me again. I lay behind Victor and watched him sleep for a while. But Victor stirred.
"Oh... It's you, Harper?" said Victor Reece, "I thought that big fellow was back. I heard him talk to a black guy. Eric, What the hell is going on?... I don't want to go back to Bowmond Academy. But I don't know what to do."
"It's okay, Victor. I've got you covered. This will be my apartment. It needs a lot of work. But you're welcome to be my roommate. Campus security has brought your stuff over. The guys you've heard talk are Doctor Alex Smith, my half-brother, and Robin Grayson, a tall biker, his mate and lover. You are safe here with me, Victor. Close your eyes and get some rest while I unpack," I said with a quavering voice.
Feeling extremely sorry for the man. After all, his torment was much worse than the drama I had endured.
However, the man rolled over to face me. For the first time, he had a painful smile on his face. Victor could not believe I was here and he was with me. Laying on a somewhat comfortable bed.
"Can I really stay here with you, Eric?".
"However long you like, Vic."
"Eric?... I am gay!" Reece muttered apologeticly.
"Not that it matters, But so am I," I smiled, relieved.
"Eric?... Can you fuck me? I want to be... I am a bottom. Make love to me, please!".
I raised my eyebrows at this pronouncement.
"Grumpf... Well, you don't have to, if you don't want to," said Reece as he looked at my expression.
"Not the problem, buddy. But your ass needs rest. Doctor's orders. They burned down the back door, remember?".
Reece rolled over again. Facing away from me in anger. So I added, "... How about this, Victor? You and I get naked in the shower. I can wash the spray-paint out of your hair. Then you can clean up while I make a bed for us. I won't take your ass right now. But you can make love to mine if you want, Victor."
"No!" Reece shouted in horror at the idea, "... I am a bottom!".
I got up and walked over to his other side.
"No problem, I am an Alpha top," I said sternly. Taking hold of the nearly eleven-inch ebony tool, stroking it gently. Saying seductively, "... So, Reece, I'll make you obey! I will force that big black thing in my ass, if I have to." I smirked back. Kissing the poor fool on the lips. Reece tried to pull back. But once our lips met, he was lost. I was his, and Victor was mine. We knew it. Faith had brought us together. The seductive Gods had worked their magic once again.
"Can... Can I really?..." asked Victor Reece, surprised.
"You are going to have to until you heal up." I smiled.
"I mean, Eric, can I really live with you?" he asked. Apparently, I had misunderstood his question. It was not about topping me, but about his living arrangements.
"That too. But one thing is not dependent on the other. I'd like a roommate. This space is much too big for me by myself. What happens after we dated a few times is up to you, Vic. I've always liked you. How about that shower. You stink. Let me take care of you." I smiled softly.
I sat the man on a plastic stepstool in the grubby claw-footed bathtub in the wetroom. Helping the weary boy to wash his hair and clean his abused body. Letting the soothing, warm water wash over us. This day was full of drama. But I let it flush away. Like during our swim team shower sessions, this got the lean ebony jock aroused. But unlike then, he took it a step further. Pulling my wet briefs down and nibbling on my dickhead. Giving it tiny kisses while stroking his own nearly eleven inches to life.
I just let him do it. Victor Reece was so far gone that he would not remember it anyway. But, dang. It did feel good. I just had to keep reminding myself not to take this too far. I wasn't sure if this would last. And I did not want Reece to think I took advantage of the situation. He wasn't my boyfriend. Heck, I did not even know if he wanted to be my roommate. Let alone start a relationship with me.
I carefully dabbed him dry and helped him back into the loft. Using Reece's afro pick to detangle his short curly hair. Taking my time to let him feel loved again.
The man just yawned exhaustedly and let me do my best. It didn't turn out half bad, either. After laying Victor down on the freshly made bed, I put some more ointment on his whipping marks. His back did not look half as bad as before. The shower had done Reece well. The boy even smelled nice again.
Robin and Alex stood on the stairs to the hallway. Observing me lovingly pulling the duvet over Reece's naked ass. Kissing the poor fool good night. Though it wasn't even four o'clock yet. But this man had been through enough. Alex scraped his throat. Making me jump in fright. I had not noticed them come up. However, he gestured to me from the open stairwell to follow him and Robin downstairs to talk.
"Hey, budd. You okay?" Doctor Smith asked worriedly.
"Hanging in there. But thanks for asking, bruh."
"Don't hang it in there!" joked Robin, "... They burned off the butt hair. Talking about fucking raw! And the man just let it happen?" he asked wonderingly.
"Yeah... Victor thinks he has to put up with anything to get laid." I sighed.
"Ah... Well, he has a good boyfriend to teach him, then," said Alex.
"He is NOT my Boyfriend! Heck, I don't even know if he wants to be my roommate." I blurted out before my half-brother had even finished what he was saying.
"Don't bite my head off, Preperation H," Smith laughed.
However, I smacked the man around the ears. Screaming, "Don't let me catch you using that name again, Smith. It's Mr.Ee. Or just stick with Eric if we have company. Hear me, Bitch?".
Well, that earned me a playful smack around the head from Robin Grayson. "Doc S is no one's bitch!" Robin shouted. Alex and I look stunned over at the tall ebony hunk. We blurted out in uncontrollable laughter as the three of us sank to our knees. Hugging and stroking. Smirking and kissing. But I think I got my point across.
"Eric, I've talked with Dad. He's buying you that loft. I let him off easy. He only needs to pay me one Dollar," smiled Alex.
"Dude? Really?" I stammered in surprise. "Dang, That's nice of you, Al."
"That's not all," said Robin. "Jackson will send you some builders once you and your 'Boyfriend' decide how you want to do up that place. The flat roof needs doing. And you may want to consider some insulation. It gets quite cold up here in wintertime."
I was introduced to the other tenants in a moment of unexpected revelation. Their hospital scrubs, gym clothes, and biker attire created a unique tapestry of life in 'Station 69'. Yet, I confidently embraced my biker look. Wearing the leathers that Jackson Smith had gifted me last summer. I had swung it over my bare chest, paired with khaki work pants and Al's old army boots. Rugged and a bit daring.
It proudly showcased my chiseled pecs, a reminder that authenticity shines bright in every setting. For a first-time meeting, I think it went okay. They got the point, though. I wasn't one to fuck around with. Even though some of them frowned when I told the group I went to Bowmand Acadamy. I had to remind the medical Uni students that they would not have a place to work without budding engineers like me.
Alex and I talked things over, and he appointed me superintendent. He thought I could help clean up and fix the old and crumbling building. However, I told Smith I would do that afterward. I first needed to figure out what to do with the massive open-plan loft. My half-brother just laughed. "Yeah, get settled in first and run the plans by Dad's builders. You'll figure it out. But I am open for some upgrades, Eric," Al said. Giving me a hug that said it all. He was happy I wanted to live there. What's not to like? I got an enormous loft for only one Dollar. I can spend some cash on it to make it mine and Victor's.
I went across the street to get us something to eat from the cafe-snackbar. The bikers looked a little oddly at me. A young freshman twink that dared to enter their playspace. They wolf-whistled and groped my ass as I walked past a few of them. One guy, a nasty-looking dude clad in full leather, grabbed my balls and half-shouted, "... Look, guys. Fresh meat! This kid wants to play with the big boys. Take him into the dungeon and rip him a new one."
He regretted his foolhardy remark instantly. "Hey, Bitch!... None of that, if you value your tackle 'Sir'. Mister Ee is here to stay. But you can't afford me!" I said as I pulled up my knee. It made an impression on the gathered men, though.
The drunk and doped man crumpled to the floor in agony and got carted off by the bouncers of the club. From what I saw, waiting for my food, this was my kind of place. Enough younger and older leather and denim dudes to hang around with. Even though I had a perfect bit of ass waiting in my bed across the road.
Victor Reece and I ate freshly made fruit salad and an easy-to-digest meal of fried rice and chicken. We drank a little something. Going to bed before eight. The day had dragged on.
The next day, I found Victor nursing on my morning wood. The man hooked his fingers into mine as he smiled up at me. This was the first time I slept with a guy. I mean, I had fucked around with a few. But waking up to one as beautiful as this mocha-colored hung hunk was a new experience. I gestured to Victor to come and lay on my chest.
Like Owen did over a month ago, Victor slowly worked his way up. Kissing my feet. Worshipping my legs. Licking my nuts and sucking my dick. Tongueing my belly button. And nibbling on my nipples. Seducing me hard, letting his hands wander all over my body. I twisted my hips up at the right moment. And all eleven inches disappeared inside.
"Oh... Sorry, man," muttered Victor Reece too late. He was already inside me before he noticed.
"Nothing to be sorry about, Vic. You just fill me so nicely. Go on, I want it all. Let's make a little love. I don't mind... Ooh... Yeah... Fuck, baby... You're doing it, buddy. Just a bit deeper... Fill me up, and fuck me down." I moaned hotly.
"But...But... I am a bottom. Eric, No!" he called in shock.
"So?... You don't want to make love to me?" I asked with a sneaky grin.
"Awe-Oh. Man?"
"Shut up, Reece. Fuck me hard. As soon as you're healed, and still want me, I can also take that black hole. Fuck, if I need to tie you up and gag you, I will! Now. Have fun, that's an order, Vic!"
I wasn't sure if Victor fell for this type of seduction. He appeared to be a true bottom boy, after all.
So, I added enticingly, "... Please show me how you want me to breed you. Be a man. Get your frustrations out. Pump that seed inside." I grunted as I got slow-fucked. Reece took his time. But once he got the hang of it, and we changed positions a couple of times, the dude shot thick ropes of cum inside me.
He laid his head on my chest. Facing away from me. Resting his head on my heaving torso. Still plugging me in tender, long strokes.
"Thanks, buddy. I needed that. It was great." I whispered. Kissing the top of his head. I pulled the duvet over us as Victor cuddled up to me.
"I can't believe I just did that. I never fucked a guy before!" he stammered after a while.
"Well, now you know you can be both a top and a bottom," I said with a dirty grin that wasn't lost on Reece. "... Next, we must decide if you want to have your own bed or sleep in mine while you stay here!".
"Oh?... Umm... You want me to be your boyfriend?".
"Well, let us start you at the bottom of the ladder. You can work your way up. But you can be my roommate if you want." I smiled, watching Victor look up at me. "... What comes after that is up to you, Reece. I can't stand people that force me to make their decisions for them. So own up to it, and tell me what Victor Reece wants."
"Humhh?... I want to be your boyfriend. Eric Harper, I liked you from the first moment we showered together. I just wished you would have..."
But Victor stopped talking and started thinking. "... Ah... So, I should have told you to grab my ass and stuff it. Shouldn't I, Harper?".
"Yup. I would have taken that hole in a heartbeat. Maybe not right then and there in those shower cubicles, but certainly somewhere more private. And maybe we can get you into some shiny black leather. That always turns me on." I said confidently. Watching Victor Reece's expression grow into a dawn of comprehension. The man hugged me dearly.
Well, after that first time, many more followed. In the three weeks before our first lessons started, plans were implemented. We divided the top floor into two. In two-thirds, we built our living space. The rest we used to camp out in while the works commenced. Sharing the same bed and bathroom. We had a little fun. Made a little love. And explored each other like we'd never met before. Seducing the crap out of each other.
We designed a self-contained studio loft with three large bedrooms and two-and-a-half baths. A large kitchen entertaining space. And still, there was more room than either Victor or I knew what to do with. So we even made a dungeon playroom in the empty space at the top of the hose tower. But we had the most fantastic fun building together. Learning what either of us wanted out of life. Smith Sr. decided to open up a flagship store in Redmond. We got help from Jackson's architect and some of his builders to fulfill our dreams.
Reece and I settled into our new love nest in no time at all. I started working in the biker club across the street. Getting the occasional biker tail, or dominating a leather-clad asshole down in the club basement. Victor Reece began working in a music store downtown. Tooting his horn and blowing some others. We did not mind. We were in love and maintained an open relationship.
Alex, Robin, Victor, and I hung out a lot, too. We made up some dance routines. Doing some erotic stripping gigs in clubs around Redmond. We knew how to get the patrons to come back for more. Making some music and sloppy love across the state. Earning us a pretty penny. Enough to get Victor some new leathers. And I bought myself an outstanding motorcycle to tinker with.
That first Christmas, Victor and I spent the holiday with the Smiths. As I walked into the familiar surroundings of the garage, I heard the front door slam. And Owen rushed upstairs. Apparently, Smith Senior had kicked badass bully Billy Meijers out the door. Ordering him to leave Owen alone. The boy had fallen out of love faster than he had fallen for Dad's new secretary.
Alisia Bhati worked for Jackson at his Redmond flagship outdoor store. Owen had interned there and fallen for the beautiful Indian woman. Meijers had turned ugly on my twin. The man was angry that I got his mates kicked out of college after they abused Victor. And took his frustration out on Owen. Dominating him. However, Owen had seen it coming and was one step ahead of Meijers. Only the man could not take no for an answer.
Alisia Bhati, a lovely Indian Princess, wasn't as gentile as she made out to be. According to Owen, she was a proper foxy lady. Heck, he said they had the best dominating anal sex ever. The long-haired, petite beauty had a thing for leather and strap-ons. It turned out All-is-A-Booty was a regular leather mistress and wanted a foursome with Victor and me, too.
However, that wasn't the biggest surprise. I found Carol-Sue in the kitchen. Looking more radiant than ever. I kissed Mom on the neck and said, "Hi, Mom... How are you? The baby bump is coming along nicely. I would hazard a guess at a girl."
Putting a hand on her belly and rubbing it in small circles.
"Oh, Eric! Not so loud. I haven't even told your Dad yet!".
"Haven't told me what, Honny?" asked Jackson in surprise.
Well, you can imagine the Christmas party we had. Mom announced to the clan she was having a baby. Dad asked her to marry him, and Owen and I asked tentatively if he could adopt us. Carla Martin asked Julia Smith for her hand in Marriage, too.
But the best part of all, Victor got to one knee and presented me with a leather friendship bracelet and his signet ring.
"Eric Benjamin Harper, do you want to be my boyfriend?" he asked seductively. Right at the Christmas table. In front of everyone. I did not think the introvert had it in him.
Alex had to bump my shoulder. "... This is where you give the man your answer, Eric."
"Oh... Fuck... Uhm... I mean, yeah... Yes, Victor. I would love to be your boyfriend!"
The turkey became a little more moist after all that. But then, Love Is Always Strong in the Smith's Residence. And I liked that.
Two years after this story started. I found that seduction - so often cloaked in mystery and allure - is an intricate dance between people. Each step, gesture, and word contributes to the unfolding story of attraction. The art of seduction isn't just about winning someone over; it's about the journey, the enjoyment, the chase, and ultimately, the conquest of a partner, but it comes with its own set of challenges.
Victor Reece and I lived happily in our loft apartment. In the past year-and-a-half, 'Station 69' had seen its fair share of changes. The improvements Vic and I made rubbed off on the surrounding buildings. Cleaning up the entry into Farmsum.
We worked a little hard and made a bit of love. We went down at night. Seducing a few friends and letting spirits soar high. Our home became the center of many a party by night. By day, Victor and I worked on our engineering degrees. College life can be memorable with friends like ours.
Somehow, I still managed to amaze myself, though. That I have gotten so far in life - in this short of a timeframe - was a MisterEe to me.
I hope you enjoyed my little story.
Eric Mr.Ee Harper.
< The END >
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( C ) StrykerJ - December 2024
