End of Summer Revels
So yeah, I guess I'm the one to tell you about what happened in Perth at the end of the summer. Sam always gets the hard jobs. Mark says it's my story to tell and...maybe he's right.
It was the last blast before classes started again, and even thought Mark and I had had an amazing summer, and found Goran somehow stuck in the most awesome way in the middle of our lives, we were ready to get out of town and chill.
We left K in the morning and drove through quiet country roads. I felt all warm and cozy and I fucking wanted to sing, for fuck's sake. The air was nice and cool and the sun was dazzling over fields and woods. Mark and I held hands most of the way like teenagers at their first movie date. But I wanted to be holding Goran's hand as well. I wanted him right there with us in the sun.
The trees that surround our house were just starting to show signs of autumn: little bits of gold among the green. I was amazed the summer had passed already. When we were kids, it seemed to last forever. Now it was like we had to hold on to these moments, fuckin' hold on.
We got out of the car and Owen bounded out of the house and gave us big hugs. “You're here! Awesome.”
James came behind him and in his James kind of way, hugged me warmly, but a little cool. He's always so cool. But I get the sense from Owen, he might be warming up a little.
We got everyone in and Mark and I dumped our stuff in our – our! - bedroom. I remembered the amazing time we had in that bed and I wanted to repeat it right there and then, but with Goran this time. That would have to wait.
James made us a really nice dinner and we hung out by the fireplace, talking about life and plans, listening to music. But we all seemed a bit spent, so we turned in early.
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I woke up early and untangled myself from Mark who looked adorable all rumpled into the bed. I had half a mind to wake him up in the best possible way, but I decided to let him sleep. I pulled on some shorts and went downstairs to find some coffee. To my surprise, Owen was already up and reading in one of the big armchairs in the living room.
“Hey, brother. You're up early.”
He looked up at me. “Yeah, I couldn't sleep. Too quiet. Toronto is pretty noisy these days.”
I went into the kitchen and made coffee. I came out and handed him a mug. “Thanks, Sam.”
“Hey, do you want to take a walk before the boys get up...it looks pretty nice out there.”
He put his book down, looking relieved. “Cool. Let me get some clothes on.”
I hadn't noticed he was in his underwear which startled me. They were the kind of underwear that don't leave much to the imagination and I could see the edge of his balls peeking out of them. We went upstairs and got some clothes and a sweater against the morning chill. When I got out of our room - Mark was still out - I went over the Owen's door, which was open. He was just slipping off his underwear and I got a view of his ass. My brother is a beautiful guy. He turned and gave mea big grin.
I came in and sat on the bed, watching him. It was something we'd done a million times but it felt different somehow. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a sweatshirt and put it on. He stood and looked at me a second, and I could have sworn his cock got a little bigger. He came and sat next to me and put on his socks. I could smell that Owen smell. It was really fuckin' nice.
We walked into the woods, not talking very much, enjoying the quiet of late summer. The birds always seem to calm down at this time of year as if they're saving their strength for the journey south. After a walking for a while, I said, “How are things with James?”
“It's going well...I mean it feels good. We've come to an agreement on the whole sex thing – in and out of our relationship. It feels nice to have figured that out. We've had once experience...and we hope to have more.”
I could tell there was way more to that story. “And...?”
“And what? We got together with a guy. He was an idiot and we kicked him out.” He clearly didn't want to talk about it because he quickly said, “What have you two been up to.”
I squirmed a little and said, “Oh...not much.” But this is my brother, right. Of course he knew something was up.
“Sam...you have a story, you little bugger.”
“Yeah, well...I've been keeping this under wraps, but Mark and I started sleeping with this guy, Goran. Like, multiple times. Since June. It's kind of blowing my mind.”
“Since June? What the fuck?”
I felt bad for not saying anything before. “It's been amazing, Owen. Really amazing. We have the best sex with him. I mean, the best sex. Like blowing all your circuits kind of sex. And...we've kind of fallen for each other. All three of us. That's the part I'm not sure how to think about.”
Owen didn't say anything for a while and we kept walking through the trees. Finally he said, “I can't say I get it...I mean the falling for him part. The sex I get.” He was quiet for another few minutes, then said, “So you feel as strong for him as you do for Mark?”
“Not exactly, but kind of...like what I feel for Mark is one thing and what I feel for Goran is another. But if you asked me if I loved him, I would have a lot of trouble saying I didn't.”
“Wow...it's like a...”
“Don't fucking say throuple. I hate that fucking word.” I knew I said it pretty harshly, but that's how I felt. I hate that word.
“Why not?”
“Because it's a cheap-ass pop-culture word that doesn't in any way represent the kind of complex emotional experience that the three of us are having.”
Owen knew that when I pulled the 'I'm a fucking philosopher” card then I mean business. He smiled at me. “Peace, brother. I get it. I'm not trying to reduce what's going on for you down to a meme.”
“Yeah, well. Thanks. But it is confusing, but mostly it's amazing. The three of us are way blissed out about it.” I could feel myself calming the fuck down. Then I said, “So why did you kick the guy out?”
I could tell he didn't want to talk about it, but I raised my eyebrows and gave him my best brother stare. “Fine. It was this guy who we thought was really hot, but it turned out he really only wanted to fuck me. He wouldn't even entertain the idea of including James. I mean, James sucked us off for a while, but afterward, he wouldn't even look at him. We were both pissed, and I kicked him out. That felt really good and you know, I think it really solidified something between us. James was way grateful to me. We fucked like crazy after the guy left.”
It sounded really good and kinda hot- at least the part afterward - and I was glad. I put my arm around Owen's shoulder and said, “Well look at us all paired up. Or trey'd up, in my case, I guess.”
We laughed and kept walking.
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We had a nice dinner that Mark made us and just as he brought us an awesome piece of cake, Owen dug in his pocket and pulled out a little plastic bag. Oh yeah, I knew what that meant. He put the little pill on our dessert plate and grinned at us. “I thought we needed to celebrate the end of the summer...”
Mark laughed and looked excited. That made me really happy because I remembered what happened last time and maybe some nice shit would go down. James, unreadable as ever, popped the pill and took a swig of his wine. He gave me a little grin. Nice. We were all into it.
We sat in front of the fire and listened to music. Mark had his head in my lap and Owen and James were dancing to the chill music, their arms around each other. I was staring at the fire when I realized I was really staring at the fire. It looked so awesome and magical and I knew I was fucking tripping. I looked down at Mark and he was staring at me. His pupils were way dilated. I pulled myself around and I was lying on top of him and we had a long, fucking amazing, symphony of kisses, and our bodies were writhing together, our cocks were exchanging gossip and everything felt great. But I also wanted Goran. I wanted his lean body fucking right there with us. But I got distracted by Mark's hand which slid into my shorts.
It could have been a few minutes or an hour and I didn't care. I looked up at one point and James and Owen were trading tongues and dancing even slower, and James had Owen's pants open and was massaging his cock. I looked down at Mark, then I sat up and undid my shorts. He quickly joined me and he took both our cocks in his hand and started to stroke them real slow. We watched each other's eyes while waves of amazing things went off in my body.
I started to feel a little hyper, so I got up and pulled Mark up with me. We shucked the rest of our clothes and started to dance, rubbing our dicks all over each other. I didn't care if James and Owen were right there. In fact it turned me the fuck on. Mark gripped my ass and pulled me closer and our cocks were wrestling, getting slippery and sweaty. I closed my eyes and put my nose in Mark's neck, smelling his amazing sweat.
I suddenly felt hands behind me and turned to see James hug me from behind. He was naked and his cock tucked itself in my ass. He kissed the back of my neck and licked my ear, grinding his cock deeper between my cheeks. I loved the feel of Mark's dick massaging my cock and James' massaging my ass. I threw my head back and fucking groaned.
There was another set of hands, and Owen was right behind Mark, doing the same thing. I looked down and Owen had taken both our cocks in his hand and was giving us a nice stroke. My brother. He was jacking me off. That felt really nice.
The four of us sort of danced, and felt each other's bodies for a while, sailing away on the music. I lost track of whose hands were whose. I knew at one point I was running my hands all over Owen's ass, admiring the muscles but I was also kissing Mark. I blinked and all of a sudden, Owen was behind me and James and Mark were both kissing me the at the same time, and my brother's dick was pressing against my asshole, his fingers playing with my tits, and someone's hand rubbing my cock against theirs.
I could smell all our musky smells and that made me move my body even more. I turned to see James and pulled him toward me, our dicks getting all drippy together. I had never done anything with James in all the years we'd known each other, and I wondered why, because he was all sinewy and strong, and he held me tight while we kissed. I pushed my cock against his and realized I was sucking on his tongue which made me think about sucking on other things, so I dropped to my knees and rubbed my face all over his cock, feeling his precum on my nose. I tongued his balls – I was really getting into balls – and sucked on them, stretching the skin and rooting between his legs to get at his ass. He pulled me up and tongued my ear, then said, “I want to fuck you Sam, I've always wanted to fuck you.”
I just smiled and turned around, and his cock went back into that ass-groove and I pushed back so his dick started to snake its way into my hole, and I suddenly was fuckin' eager to get him in there. I pushed even harder and he slid in while wrapping his arms around my chest for traction as he fucked forward and pulled back a few times as if he was fucking measuring me with that cock of his.
I suddenly wanted to know what Mark was doing and focusing my blurry eyes, saw Owen on the floor, with Mark on top of him, who was fucking my brother really fast and deep, Owen's feet sitting on Mark's shoulders. When Mark gets going...well, it's awesome. James had a nice rhythm going of his own and then I felt him start to pinch my tits, twist the nipples hard, but not too hard, which made my head spin. I fuckin' love it. I loved everything and everyone.
And then I was aware of Mark in front of me and he got down and started to lap away at my cock which was feeling a little overlooked. I pushed his head down on me and fucked his face, watching his cheeks expand. I also became aware that Owen was still on the floor, watching us, jacking his cock really slowly, his mouth open. He was actually looking right at me. That was intense. He got up slowly and walked over to us and stood beside James and I. He wrapped his arms around both of us and I could feel hid dick slide between us from the side, getting mashed between my ass and Jame's pubes every time James fucked me. I liked the feeling. A lot.
Mark stood up and looked at Owen and I, and I immediately thought of that moment from Christmas. I let James cock slide out of my hole, and I knelt down in front of Mark's cock and looked up at Owen and said, “Remember?”
He gave me a little smile and knelt down beside me. I took Mark's cock in my hand and fed it to my brother, who licked and sucked at the same time, slurping and moaning. Then he let go and did the same for me, feeding me Mark's dick, then joining me and we sucked on the sides and took turns bottoming out on it and playing with the head with our tongues which got all tangled up. Then Mark stepped back and he seemed to be distracted, looking over at James. He took another step back and my mouth and Owen's were still really close and I could feel his breath on my face, all warm and Owen-like. And a little voice in my stoned head said, 'this is the fuckin' time, Sam'. I reached for the back of his head and pulled his face toward mine. We started to kiss and maybe it was the E, maybe it wasn't. I didn't care. I wanted to share this moment with my brother. Our whole mouths worked together and I realized he and I tasted the same, just our two mouths acting as if they were one, and I pulled him closer to me so our chests were getting sweaty together. I slid my hand up my brother's chest and ran my finger around one of his nipples.
I saw movement in the corner of my eyes. It was Mark getting up and moving around so he was behind James and I assumed he would fuck him. James got down on the floor on his hands and knees, ready. Mark spat on his hand and started massaging James' ass, fingering him and looking really fucking eager.
I looked back at my brother who was starting at me. Still on our knees, I pulled him into a big hug. Sparks flew in my eyes and our cocks met again, our chests, our whole fucking bodies, even our balls, and our mouths soon after. I ran my hands up his strong back, then down to the muscles of his ass, I traced the crack of it my fingers and along his spine, then back down and circled them around his asshole. Then I slide my hands up to his nipples and squeezed them and he kissed my neck a whole bunch, licking up to my ears. I found his mouth again and the strangeness and familiarity was still filling my head with little fuckin' explosions.
The ends of our cocks rubbed together and I felt a rising heat, a rising urge that took me over and made things become clear. I drove my tongue into him a few times, then I got down on my knees and fuckin' worshipped my brother's cock. I ran my lips over it from base to tip, getting it all spitty, and put my mouth around its girth, almost biting it. At the soft head I traced it with my tongue, trying to drive it into his piss slit, tasting all that juice. I felt a kind of desperation for his cock that kinda amazed me.
But then I stood up and pushed him down, wanting him to enjoy what I just had. He got down to my balls and mouthed them, playing with them with his lips, then kissed his way up the shaft of my dick until his lips met the end of my cock and I pushed his head down, making him take all of me, feeling his throat, feeling the warmth of him, my cock safely nestled and I felt the precum running up the length of my cock and into his mouth. But I wanted more, and more specifically, the meaning of whatever the fuck I was doing to became a little clearer. I pulled him up and into his mouth I said, “I'm going to fuck you.”
I pushed him back to the sofa. I wanted to take him, right there. I wanted to give my brother back all the things he had given me, all the ways he had protected me and nurtured me, and looked out for me. I wanted to fuck it all back into him.
I knew that Mark had already been fucking him, so I leaned forward and looked my brother in the face while I rubbed my cock all around his hole, my precum slicking it up, and I leaned in real close to his ear and said again, “I'm going to fuck you, Owen,” and I kissed his face a few times, then said, “I'm going to fuck you to thank you for everything.”
We looked at each other and a whole fucking childhood passed between us, a childhood of a lot of fucked-up behaviour that we had to endure, and of all the ways he shielded me from it. I leaned down again and started kissing him; starting giving him soft, wet, sometimes tongue-filled kisses as my cock slid into him, my cock slid into my brother to forever solidify the past that we survived together. He felt warm and smooth and – yeah – safe. I knew this was safe and the walls of his ass enveloped me. I licked his neck and thrust into him. He reached down and cupped my butt cheeks and pushed me deeper. He slid some fingers into my hole, adding leverage to push me even fucking deeper. We went really deep and it felt right.
I fucked him a little harder, a little faster, and found new depths, and he just looked into my eyes, all sweet and serene. But we were both also crying a little, and my tears fell on his face. I both wanted this to end and never fucking end and it made me fuck him faster, and he started to moan really low in his throat and when I thought my body couldn't take any more, I started up a new slope and had to work harder. I leaned down again and kissed him more intensely and finally I felt it, like seeing a train in the distance fuckin' coming, and my body started to feel as if it was bursting into a million pieces and then my breath was gone and I came and came and fucked some more, and came some more, in several fiery bursts. He held me tight as I gushed into his hole, but I could feel it leaking onto the sofa. He pulled our faces together and he held my head as our lips traded spite, as I slowly ground my cock and my cum even deeper still. Into my brother.
I collapsed onto him, but the sparks were still flying in the corner of my eyes, so I raised my head and our eyes met again. Fuck he's beautiful. I kissed him one more time, then I slid my cock out of him and sat up. Mark was on the sofa beside us, with James sitting in his lap, Mark's cock deep in his ass. But Mark was looking at me, with a half-smile on his face.
I said, “James...do you mind if I take Mark from you?”
James turned and his eyes were unfocused, but then they cleared. “Of course.”
He lifted out of Mark's lap and off his cock, which was left there, shiny and beautiful. My head was still spinning and I was having trouble focusing on anything, but I could focus on him. I extended my hand which he took and we got off the sofa. I held him, enclosing him my arms, and I felt the safety of his body, his warmth, his solidity, his smell, his cock – all the things I loved. I also wanted Goran in that moment. I wanted Goran to complement this. I said into Mark's ear, “It would be fucking amazing if Goran were here right now, wouldn't it?”
“It would, Sam. I wish we could go upstairs and the three of us could fuck and sleep and kiss and all the fucking things...but in the meantime, can we go upstairs and can I fuck you?”
I glanced at James and Owen, who were on the sofa and James had his face in Owen's ass, I could hear him sucking out my cum. Owen pulled him up and then Owen was feeding James his cock, fucking his face up against the back of the sofa. Those two would be just fine.
I took Mark by the hand and we went upstairs to our room. Our fuckin' room. I lay on the bed and pulled my legs up and sat them on his shoulders and he slid that dick into me, and he fucked me: over and over. He fucked me for what seemed like an age. And while he fucked me, we played 'what if', imagining what Goran would be doing, which of us would be sucking him off, which of us would be fucking him. I finally said, “We've got it bad for him, right?”
Mark slowed his hips for a moment and said, “Yeah. Really bad. I love the guy.”
We kissed and his fucks got shorter and wilder and when he was about to cum, he pulled back too far, and his cock slipped out of me and he shot these Mark-level jets of cum all over my face and into my mouth – which I opened – and it was a huge load even for Mark. When the last big stream poured out onto my chest he collapsed backwards, laughing. But because he's sweet, he sat up and with his mouth, cleaned my face off, licked my chest clean and brought it all to my mouth and we shared what we could, knowing that we were also sharing with Goran. I kind of passed out with so much going on in my body.
I woke up a while later dreaming that I was fucking Mark in this nice warm, gentle way and then I realized that I wasn't dreaming, or at least I wasn't just dreaming, because my cock actually was in him and I was fucking him nice and slow. I kissed the back of his neck and realized I was still a little stoned, because there were little burst of colour in the corner of my eyes and the sensations of the way Mark's ass was enveloping me were reverberating through my whole body.
I said quietly, “Mark...?”
“Hmmm?” I liked the way his voice vibrated his body, then mine. Stoned.
“I still wish Goran was here. I wish he was fucking me while I was in you.”
“Yeah...but he's not, so you get to do the work of two.”
I laughed and pulled him closer to me, going deeper. I had forgotten how nice it was to fuck like this. So gentle and warm and calm – compared to what we had done a few hours previous. I said, “So me fucking Owen. What do you think?”
Mark pushed back with his ass and drove me a little deeper in him. “I think it is was what it was supposed to be. And it was really amazing to watch. James and I were kind of hypnotized. That's why he got in my lap because we were so turned on.”
I was glad it was a good show, but then I said, “Yeah, but for us it felt really important. Really meaningful.”
“Yes, but Sam, that's why it was so exciting to watch because we knew there was something magical going on. It wasn't just some pornhub fantasy of two brothers fucking, it was a lifetime of two brothers honouring their pasts and maybe letting it go a little.”
My Mark. How the fuck did he see that? I don't think Owen nor I had yet. I thrust into him a little harder and I reached around and grabbed his dick and stroked him, massaged his balls, and then jacked his cock for a while as I fucked a little harder. I braced my body against his hips and, letting go of his cock, really started to fuck, and fuck...the echoes went through my still-stoned head and my breathing got a little ragged and I put my tongue in his ear, I licked his neck and bit his shoulder a bunch of times. The I imagined Goran sliding his cock into me, his tall lean body against mine and the feeling of completion, the feeling that I actually needed him to be in me in order to cum, made me cum. It just blew my mind how quickly it came, I came and I could feel huge streams of cum going into Mark.
When I cooled down, I reached for Mark's cock which drooled on my hand. I made him sit up and he sat on my chest. “Just go for it, Mark. Jerk off all over me. I want to be a mess with your cum.”
He grinned at me and nodded. He slid his hand on his dick a few times, then gripped it, starting to stroke at a faster pace, and then he cried out because he had been hit by the orgasm wave too and his cum spurted straight up then down toward my chest, but I leaned forward and caught the spurt, and the next, and the next, in my mouth. His epic cumshot went on, and a few more ropes landed on my neck until there was a quiet stream running down onto my nipples. He sat there, a long stream of cum running down over his fist and onto his chest.
I didn't have it in me to clean up, so Mark licked up a bunch, but then took some underwear that were on the floor and mopped us up, and threw it on the floor. He got behind me and we slid into that nice place that was always there for us, tight around me. “I love you Sam, and I love Goran...we should totally facetime with him tomorrow!”
I had to agree. I couldn't wait to see his face. A dirty part of me wondered if we could jack off together or he could watch me suck Mark off...but it was just a thought, because the real point was to see him and share stories and count how many days it would be until we saw him again.
But we finally fell back asleep, skin to skin, sticky, but really happy.
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When I woke up it must have been lunchtime. I was starving and really thirsty. I put on my shorts and a tank top – it was fucking hot – and dragged myself downstairs. I found the other three outside on the deck but soon realized they had just got up themselves. “Morning? Afternoon? Hello?” It was all I could think of to say.
I went into the kitchen and found some coffee and made toast and leaned against the counter trying to decided if I had a head or not. Owen came in and stood in the doorway looking a bit tense. I knew what that was about. “Owen, chill. It's all good. We had a perfectly lovely, brotherly moment that no one besides the four of us ever needs to know about. I wouldn't change it for the fucking world.” I went over to him and kissed him. “'But I don't think we need to ever do that again. Or at least I don't want to. It got something out of my system, I guess.”
Owen looked immediately relived. “I'm so glad. I was feeling guilty, like I coerced you or something. And yeah, we did it and it was good but now we can let it all go. If only the Parents knew how much fucking exorcising we've had to do over the years. But maybe that's all behind us now. Our past, I mean.”
I nodded, realizing that my cool brother was making a lot of sense. “Fuck yeah, Owen. Exorcism. I like that. Anyway, enough. I'm cool and I think you are, too.”
I poured him some more coffee and he went back outside. I came out with a plate of toast and jam and butter and love. I looked at the four of us, and despite wishing the fuck that Goran was with us, it felt really sweet and calm out there on the porch.
Later we facetimed with Goran and the first words out of his mouth were, “I fucking miss you guys!”
That felt epic. I mean, come on. When the person you most want to be feeling the same thing as you says they feel the same way, then there's almost nothing better. Except the part where they come back and you're with them again. That's even fucking better. Right?
