Owen
So you've met Sam, right? The cool dude with a bit of a pot addiction? The pseudo-hippy, the wavy-haired-interesting-t-shirts guy? Maybe not an addiction but he really likes the stuff. He and I, well. For a long time as kids and in high school there was no one but us. We looked after each other. Tried to keep the other out of our parents' way. But even after our parents got their shit together and took responsibility for themselves and made a boatload of amends to us, he and I were still a team. I mean why is that such a big deal? Siblings are supposed to be that way, right?
I taught him how to do lots of things. Like sew a button, forge a parent's note for school, jerk off. Yeah, that. Nothing freaky, no brothers getting way too close. Nothing like that. But I showed him how and it was really fun. Nice, actually. When things were bad at home we would watch some porn and have a nice time. And even after I came out to him – to him first, obviously – nothing changed. Sam told me at the time he could see himself with a guy, but it wasn't something he thought about very often. I'm not sure why I didn't ask him more about that. Maybe I wasn't really sure if he said it just to please me, or to feel closer to me, or if he really was into dudes occasionally...
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I got into K around six and Sam met me at the train station. We totally hugged it out which felt awesome. I really needed that. We went to a little restaurant I used to hang at when I was a student there. You know: spaghetti and bowls of clams and nice wine. Really chill.
Sam is a great one for listening so I told him the whole sad story of my fucking asshole of an ex. I was mad then and I'm mad now. Anyway...it felt good to just unburden the whole damn thing.
After we ate, Sam took me to the pub – the one that everyone goes to. A big barn of a thing filled with undergrads with too many hormones. And there was his roommate, Mark. He neglected to mention that Mark would be there. I barely even knew who the guy was until that day.
But fuck. Really? You're going to parade the cutest mop of blonde hair I've seen in ages the week my ex dumps me? Is that fair? How can I describe him? Because I bet Sam hasn't. He's about Sam's height and his hair is kind of all over the place, not long, but certainly not short and it hangs in his face in totally fuckable ways. Sorry, that's crude. And he's got these big eyes the colour of...I don't know what. The ocean, plus the sky, plus a big old forest.
He seems way smart though. He keeps it under wraps but I can see it in those eyes. He doesn't miss anything. Sam's like that too, but way more chill about it. The other thing that Sam has either chosen to ignore or is too dense to see is the fact that Mark would lie down in front of train for him. If that isn't full-on, one hundred percent love I don't what is. But I get the feeling Mark doesn't want to admit it.
We drank some beer and after a couple of pints we were like the three bloody amigos. Mark loosened up and a sly wicked sense of humour popped out with a tongue so fast neither one of us could keep up. He keeps these things under lock and key. But fun, jeez the guy is fun. Oh, and did I mention how hot he is? Like totally emo film star hot? And after the third pint I could tell he was into me. How could I resist doing something about that?
So when Mark got up for the washroom, I waited a minute, then said I needed to go as well. I could tell Sam knew I was up to something but he literally gave me the thumbs up. Not that I needed his permission.
I caught up with him on the three hundred kilometre trek to the washrooms. “Hey, Mark. Wait up.”
He turned and those fucking eyes. They just beamed out at me. “Hey Owen. It's so cool to finally meet you. Sam's always going on and on about you and I can see why. You're awesome!”
I knew part of that was the beer talking, but it also seemed sincere. “Thanks, Mark. Sam told me a bit about you. What he didn't tell me was how fucking cute you are.”
It was his blush that really sealed the deal. How can you resist that? “Uh...thanks.” I could tell he had no idea what to say. But then he swallowed and took me by surprise. “Well, I guess I'm not the only one.” Then he curled his arm around my waist and pulled me in for a nice, full contact hug. That felt really amazing.
I whispered in his ear, “You wanna come back to my hotel?”
He turned and looked me right in the eye. “Fuck yeah.”
“Sweet.” And I kissed him right there in the hallway to the washrooms. I do have a knack for setting the scene, don't I?
So we came back to the table and I could tell that Sam was way ahead of us. He had paid the bill and was putting on his coat. I had a moment of wondering about the unspoken conversation those two needed to have, but then I thought, fuck this. If Mark wants his cock in me or whatever turns him on, then that's what's going to happen.
I did notice when we left Sam outside the bar, I caught a little look on his face that he was trying to hide. I little wistful, or something. But like I said, that was his deal. We walked back to the hotel and a few times, just to keep up the tension, we stopped and totally necked in doorways, or in an alley. He stuck his hand in my pants and had me hard and aching in seconds. This kid, apparently, was a fast learner.
We got to my room and barely closed the door before he threw himself at me. Well more of a lunge, really but just as effective. There was a kind of energy in him I hadn't come across for a long time. He just went for it. Our mouths were in constant contact and his lips were soft and meaty, his tongue was like a demon, moving all over my mouth and teaching my tongue a few things.
I decided to pull off my clothes as our mouths were busy and, other than stopping to yank my shirt off, kept kissing the whole time. It was wild. My cock was crushed between us against his jeans. I fumbled for his fly and pulled his pants open as if there was fire or something. The guy wasn't wearing underwear: very cool. His cock was just there, hard and firm, all red and drippy. It slid against mine and he reached down and grabbed up both in his fist, giving them a few good strokes.
I pushed him further into the room and we fell on the bed. I pulled his pants off – more like hauled them off - and he pulled himself out of his t-shirt just as fast. He was lying there, cock in hand with nothing on but white socks. Now that was hot. I threw myself on him, and wanted to fuck him so bad I could almost taste it.
Speaking of taste, he had ideas of his own because he pushed me off him onto my back and went to town on my cock. He just slid the whole damn thing into his mouth and I felt the head of my prick hit his throat. He didn't move for a second, and I was worried he'd gone too far, but then he grabbed my hips and pulled me over so I was on top of him, still balls-deep in his throat and he grabbed my hips and showed me what he wanted. He wanted his face fucked. As if I wouldn't.
I gave him everything as if I was fucking his ass, which I still planned to do. I propped myself up on my arms and watched my cock pistoning into his mouth and he kept a steady pressure on my ass as if he wanted me to impale himself on my cock.
This guy was out of this world. Like he just got out of prison after a decade of celibacy. I could tell if I kept this going I would be filling his throat with more than just my cock, so I pulled out of him. I looked down at his face, his lips raw and wet, his eyes intent and almost aggressive. I growled at him,“What do you want now?”
He smiled like Damien in The Omen (come on, look it up, it's a great movie) and pushed me backwards. I lay there looking up at him and he was still for a second, his hand on his very nice prick. “I want to fuck you so bad...”
I smiled. “So fuck me. Do it.”
One thing I learned from Sam is to always carry supplies. I leaned over to my bag and pulled out some lube and a condom. You gotta have those things, right?
I took the liberty of putting it on him, mostly because I wanted to hold that amazing dick of his. It was hot in my hand as I slid the sheath on. I poured some lube all over it and then lay back down. I let him lube up my asshole and I helped with a finger or two of my own. At one point we both had a finger in me. Wild.
But he was wasting no time. He just went for it, no preamble, no gentle slow-mo kind of fucking, but more like, I'm going to impregnate you right this fucking minute, kind of fucking. It was awesome, it was like the most over-muscled porn star fucking the lights out of some twink but instead he was this lean, strong guy with hair hanging in his face. But he kept looking at me, not breaking eye contact. It was intense. So intense, like he was trying to tell me something with his body and his eyes.
I could feel his hips working harder and harder and each time he fucked me forward, I slid back in the bed, eventually hitting my head on the wall. I could feel my ass protesting a little, but I took a deeper breath and let go even more. His balls were whacking me, his cock was beyond deep in me and his mouth finally met mine with a moan, like he was piling all the sensations, one on top of the next and his tongue in my mouth was the last.
That pretty much did it. I took a hold of my cock and it just exploded. I spurted in rhythm with his cock measuring me from the inside, and he leaned back, his mouth still open, and he just fucking came. I could feel his whole body begin to erupt and he squeezed his eyes shut and froze. I thought he was going to explode or something, but he just collapsed on top of me.
“Oh my fucking god.” It was all he said.
By this point we had glued ourselves together with my cum, so I gently pushed him off me and we lay still, trying to breathe for a while. I finally pulled the quilt around us and we snuggled into each other.
I looked at his face, and I saw it again. It wasn't like I was expecting anything different, that if he fucked the bejesus out of me he would forget. That was never going to happen, was it?
“Mark, dude. Tell me something.”
He turned his head and stared at me. His hair was wet like we'd just had a shower. He nodded.
“Why haven't you told Sam you love the shit out of him?”
I really got him there. He didn't say a word, just stared at me with this unbelieving look on his face that gradually faded. Like he started to understand what the hell I was talking about.
“I mean...do I?”
“Oh man. Don't make me tickle you. It's so obvious it's almost laughable.”
Again the silence. Then the man of a million surprises found one more. He started to cry. He just melted down in front me. This fucking stud who just plowed me to heaven and back was now bawling. It was adorable. Fuck!
He pulled it together and said shakily, “Yeah, I suppose I do.” Silence. Then: “But he's straight. I don't want to be wasting away pining for a straight guy. I've done that before.”
This was a good point, but then I went a little further. “So...how straight is he?”
“What do you mean. He's your brother.”
“Sorry that came out wrong. I mean, I don't think he's as straight as you think he is. I mean, yeah, he likes women, there's no two ways about that. But I think for the right guy...”
“You think I'm the right guy?”
“Yeah, Mark you are. You know how I know this? I know this because I can see it in my brother's face when he looks at you. But for some stupid reason he's choosing to ignore it, or maybe he's clueless.
The wheels in this boy's head were really working now. Coming as hard as he just did, didn't seem to diminish that. “So what do I do? I can't just convince him. It doesn't work that way.”
The guy had another point. Then I said, “Maybe you make him an offer he can't refuse. I mean, call his bluff, assuming it is a bluff. And if it isn't, maybe it would wake him up enough to see what's in front of his face. You.”
“Fuck!” I don't think he said that word very often because it sounded as if he was speaking another language.
I leaned in and kissed his neck, enjoying his sweat. “Think about it. I bet you'll figure it out.”
He didn't look convinced, but I think I made my point. We snuggled together some more and I think he was asleep in a minute. I wish the same was true of me. I was still trying to get my head around my ex dumping me, as well as a kind of insta-crush I had on Mark who, I now knew for sure, had been torching for my god-damn brother.
Some time in the early morning, I woke up feeling really nice: all warm and cozy and...my cock was halfway down Mark's throat. I just lay there, wave after wave of full-on good was radiating from the point where his tongue met that little notch at the head of my prick. I put my hand on his neck, massaging. My dick was like steel and my balls were telling me a story about what I wanted to do next. But I let his mouth give me a bath. He was a natural.
In the semi dark, I felt him shift around and I wondered what he was doing until I felt a leg, then his body above me and his dick was just there, so what else was I to do? I took hold of it and sucked the end like an ice cream, a big drop of his juice hitting my tongue. He took it as permission because he flexed his hips and I suddenly had a mouthful and I felt his balls on my nose, my head full of this spicy smell coming off his body.
How had my brother been able to ignore this guy? Mark fucked my face a few times, but I wanted more, so in my best take-charge kind of way, I pushed him off me. I flipped us over so I was able to give him a few lengths of my dick as I held his head.
I slid out of his mouth and I reached for a condom I knew I had left on the bed. I suited the little guy up and stuck my lubed fingers into him while he sat groaning, his knees up, his hands behind his head. Like getting into a nice car, I settled between his legs, hooking his knees over my arms and went for it. His hole was ready – he was ready. It's like he'd been practicing or something because even though it was snug as I slid into him, it felt like he was just waiting. He gave out a low sound, almost like a hum.
When I ran out of cock, our bodies connected in that spot, the one where my balls ended and that little cleft at the base of his spine began.
Looking down at his gorgeous face, I felt a little stab of sadness, that even though Mark was into me fucking him silly, he was really just preparing himself for Sam. The lucky shit. But the moment passed and a kind of hungry little animal took over my head and I grinned down at him, starting to press my hips forward, feeling my prick slide and rock, push and plunge, and soon the nice little motion became a full-on storm and my cock began to piston into him.
He grabbed my head and pulled me down, his mouth opening and his tongue and my cock seemed to be playing a game of who could go deeper. The guy was intense. He was practically swallowing me and he made this little noise in the back of his throat. I had this fucked up fantasy that I had two cocks: the one sliding in his ass and one down his throat. Weird, I know.
I started to get off on the repetition, the totally jazzed-out rhythm of my cock plunging in, sliding out with a little shower of sparks, the friction of his insides massaging me, then back in with a different friction that blazed along the underside of my cock, over and over and a little faster each time. We watched each other in the dime light, and I could just see that gleam of his eyes, holding my gaze. He he had this little smile that seemed to be wanting more but was it more from me or more from the world? I felt his hands on my ass, massaging, felt his finger sliding along my cheeks, finger exploring around my hole. Every few thrusts I leaned in for his lips, wanting to just eat them, getting off on the taste of this guy. This Mark, like he was some other species.
But gradually my head emptied because all the nerves were turning on in the tip of my dick and I started to go for the win, adjusting the grip on his legs so I could pound him deeper. The light was brighter in the room and I could see that he was jacking himself in time with my hips, his cock already running fast with pre, a little lake jiggling on his belly.
I shut my eyes and tried to get to the finish line but I find with condoms, however much we need them, I can't quite get there. But I decided that this was about Mark and I knew that whatever I was doing was working because he started to make this new noise, a kind of gasp and I fucked a few more times with all my strength and his gasp became a word in some alien language and I watched as his dick just spewed, a long line of cum crossing his chest and leaving a streak from his nose down to his chin, then another and another, he just kept going, his eyes shut tight, more globs of cum on one of his nipples and his chest. His cock finally ran out and there was just a slow drool of it coming out the end, but the guy had painted himself.
I slowed down, and stopped. I leaned down and kissed him, tasting my salty self. I licked his nose and his chin, under his neck then went back to kissing him, and I made sure he got as much of his juice as possible.
We rested for a few minutes, me just collapsed on him, smearing the rest of his cum on myself.
But he pushed me away from him and I watched as he slid the condom off me and throw it across the room. The guy didn't do anything by halves. He grabbed the base of my cock and went to work with his fist while his mouth did the rest. We both knew I would be in orbit in no time and sure enough my whole body began to tremble and I felt like I was levitating and I grabbed his head and pushed him down as I felt a wave hit my body. I could feel my cock emptying into his mouth, his throat contracting as he swallowed and I felt the vibrations of him moaning. I held him still while the last of me – it seemed – went into his mouth.
He pulled off my cock and just collapsed on his back, breathing really slow. The room was still and the air rich with the smell of us: all cum and sweat and who knows what else.
We dozed where we were, but when I woke he had his head tucked into my armpit. I had a thought as I lay there, stroking his damp forehead. I was going to get this to happen.
I waited for him to wake up which he did with a big stretch and a yawn that I finished by kissing him. This might be the last time I get to do that, after all.
“Mark...I was thinking. We have this family place near Perth and I thought maybe you could come with us when we go there for Christmas, and...when my parents leave to go on their trip to Europe, I could catch a fide to the city and...well...leave the two of you behind. You see where I'm going with this?”
“Perth? Where...?”
“It's between here and Ottawa. Not too far from here, really.”
“So you would leave us there alone? So that...”
“Come on, Mark. Don't pretend.”
He looked guilty but nodded. “Yeah, I get it. It kind of scares me.”
“These things are fucking scary. Taking the chance to tell someone how you feel...it's like jumping out of a plane and hoping the parachute works. But you gotta do it. And I think my brother will hear you.”
We lay for a while and I let him work this out for himself.
Later, he fucked me again, which had to happen. This was my last chance, right? And the guy is insatiable. What was I going to do, say no?
I walked him back to his residence after we had a long shower and some breakfast in the hotel. He seemed pretty calm and definitely tired. I was tired, what am I saying? My fucking ex definitely didn't know what he was missing.
We got up to their room and Sam was at his desk with those big-ass books he seems to like. He gave us both a big hug and a cheeky grin. “You two look pretty well fucked I would say.”
Mark laughed. Did Sam mention his laugh? It was like a hundred birthday parties for five year olds rolled into one. I wanted to fuck him all over again. Damn.
I pulled my big brother card. “Not surprising, right Mark?”
Mark looked both embarrassed and happy at the same time. He looked at Sam for a moment and it was another reminder that I was right. They looked at each other in the most complicated way. Like as pals, and siblings, and lovers and roommates and strangers all at once. But I could tell that Sam was seeing something in Mark that wasn't there before. And he didn't have the slightest clue what to do about it. How can someone so smart be so dense?
I dragged the two of them to lunch and I liked the way the three of us seemed to hang together. It felt comfy, like family...now that really hit me. That Mark could just slip into this slot we didn't even know was there. It had always been Sam and I, just us two against the world. But now...fuck. What surprised me was I really hoped there would now be three. And maybe, if the universe decided to give me something after surviving all the shit I had gone through with that asshole of an ex, four.
