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The God Who Loved Us - A New Story By Miaplacidus
CHAPTER 1
My name is Thomas Macmillan. I'm nineteen years old. Physically, I'm pretty much an average guy: my only exotic feature is my dark red hair. This story is the odd relationship I have with my brother Matthew and with my neighbor, a very good-looking guy called Mycroft.
I live with my parents and my brother, who is a year younger than I am, in a small city by the sea. My life was very boring. I did nothing else than studying and occasionally doing some exercise. I didn't have any close friends, besides of my brother. It was odd, but Matt and I were –and still are– best friends. He was for a long time the only one who knew that I was gay. Shortly after I told him about my preferences, he told me that he was gay too. The stormy night when he told me that, and without even thinking about it, I lost my virginity to him and I took his.
However, we never had sex together again. We thought it was wrong to do it being brothers. We knew that our parents wouldn't be bothered by our sexual preferences if they knew, but knowing that we liked to have sex with each other would have been too much for them to stand.
The day Mycroft moved next door, neither of us had had sex again after that time together, but he caused a change on our minds.
'We could make a threesome with him, couldn't we?' Matt said with a devilishly grin, shortly after we had seen Mycroft for the first time. I looked at him, as to remember him what we had agreed about sex together.
Before continuing, I have to describe Mycroft and Matt. My brother and I do not look alike. People say that I look like our mother, and that he looks like our father. They're right. I have our mother's red hair and green eyes, while his hair is jet black and his eyes blue, just like our father's. He's a year younger, but we look the same age. Sometimes I even look younger than him, because of his slightly bigger and more defined body: a perfect swimmer's build.
About Mycroft. Well, he was something different. About six feet four inches tall and weighing about 185 pounds of pure muscle, our neighbor was the most attractive human being I had ever seen. He looked older than us: I thought he was in his early twenties. He was blond and his eyes were deep blue.
We had a perfect view of him the very same day he moved on to our neighborhood. He had an old motorcycle –a black 500 cc BMW from the early fifties, one of those with flat-twin engines–, and that afternoon he was shirtless in his front yard, waxing that motorcycle. We watched him from the living room window.
The jeans he was wearing were tight, and he wasn't wearing underwear, so they showed everything he had. His ass was to die for, and he had a big bulge that made me wonder about the size of his tool. I felt little Tom stirring, and seeing his marvelous body in action, with all those muscles tensing up as he moved, was too much. In seconds I was fully hard and my pants were awfully tented.
'You're going to hurt yourself, Tom' Matt said from behind me. I looked at him, and saw his pants pretty full, too. I adjusted myself and looked at him again. He had that expression I knew so well in his face.
'No, Matt' I told him. 'You know why'
I had rejected my brother's offers many times by then. I wanted him, but I was convinced that having sex together again would ruin our relationship. However, that time, it was different. When I said no, Matt's eyes dropped to the floor, and I heard a quiet sob coming from him. He was crying.
I walked towards him and patted slightly his back.
'Matt...' I said. 'What happens to you? What bothers you?'
'You don't understand' he answered between sobs. 'Tom, I love you. I need you'
'I'm here, Matt, and I love you too' I said, and then I embraced him. 'But I can't do what you want from me. It's wrong, and you know that. We're brothers. We aren't supposed to do that stuff together'
'Why?' he asked, escaping from my arms and now looking at me. 'Only because some guy said it five thousand years ago? Tom, please understand. We're meant to be together. I know you love me too. You want this to happen as much as me'
I didn't know what to say.
'Tom, please' he said, by then begging me. 'Do you remember that stormy night? You were so gentle and loving with me. I want you to hold me in your arms and kiss me, forever'
He had hit the key. Memories of that night came to me. I remembered how good it felt, and how comfortable I was with him, and how we loved each other for some hours.
I looked at that very same boy, now two years older. Things had changed. I didn't want him to suffer because of me: that was one of the reasons because I didn't want to be with him that way again. But my decision was making him suffer. God, he was there, crying in front of me. I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I took him in my arms and kissed him.
He returned the kiss eagerly, and hugged me really tight. There we were, making out in our living room. Of course our parents weren't at home.
After a long time, we broke the kiss, and looked at each other. Matt wasn't crying anymore: he was smiling instead.
'I need you so much, Tom' he said. 'Would you make me yours again, please?'
'It would be my pleasure' I answered. 'But let's move the action to our bedroom. Mom and Dad could come back unexpectedly'
What we didn't know then was that Mycroft had watched the entire scene.
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In no time we were making out heavily on my bed. He literally ripped off my T-shirt and licked my nipples as he slipped his right hand under the waistband of my sweatpants and began playing with my stiff cock. I felt a wave of pleasure coming from down there as soon as he touched my hard meat.
'Matt, take your clothes off, please...' I begged.
He did as I wished, and soon after I had a full view of my brother's gorgeous body. More memories came to me, as I slid my hand over his abs and heard him moaning softly. When I took a hold of his hard cock, he emitted a long grunt of relief and pleasure.
'Ooohhh that feels sooooo good' he said as I started stroking it. 'It has been such a long time since the last time you touched my meat... mmmmm... please take your pants off Tom... I want to see yours again...'
I pulled them down and took them off. My cock sprang to attention. We were about the same size –seven and a half inches–, however I was cut and he was uncut. I loved playing with his foreskin as much as he loved playing with my silky smooth cock head.
'I love your red pubes' Matt said. 'It's a pity I don't have Mom's red hair'
'You're hot as hell' I told him. 'It would not fit you. I love your hair, you know'
'And I love yours' he said. 'Can I suck on your cock?'
'Yes, please...' I answered.
Soon I felt his warm mouth on my ridged cock, and I let out a loud moan. I'm very noisy, and that turns my brother on greatly. I immediately began sucking on his tool too. It felt so good having a cock in my mouth and a mouth on my cock. I played with his smooth balls and slid my fingers over his shiny black pubes and treasure trail.
After a while, I left his cock and moved on to his love hole. It was very tight, but I had seen it loose, after having been fucked by me. I probed it with my tongue, and he opened up nicely. Muffled moans and groans came from him as I rimmed him and stroked his cock.
His cock was already throbbing and pulsing. Suddenly, he pulled my cock off his mouth and said, somewhat out of breath:
'Tom... fuck me... hard... make me yours...!'
To be continued.........
