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Oh no!!!!! >_>
I think I'm gonna cry lol
I think I'm gonna cry lol
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I HOPE it's his brother who doesn't know Nick is gay.... OMG I'm gonna cry if Nick's been cheating.
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So glad to have you back at work. It does appear your story is taking a sudden turn. And just when I was ready to get off. Now hurry back and make me cum.
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I'll have to wait until next chapter to decide haha
inthecloset
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Wonderful chapter xrph, keep it comin man.
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ive just explodedddd! 
Part XVI
This part does some explaining, but really doesn't have much sex at all. Imagine that from this story. Anyway, more to come.
As always, it is all fiction.
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Part XVI
“Brandon, wait!” Nick shouted as he scampered off the bed, his cock still oozing jizz. “Brandon!” Nick was out the door, and I could hear him running down the hall.
Such an awkward moment for me. I really had no idea what was going on, though my imagination certainly was running wild.
“Brandon! Come back here! Brandon!” Nick’s voice faded through the house.
From downstairs, I could hear voices, Nick’s was pleading, the other angry, hurt. The words were unintelligible. Not knowing what else to do, I started to get dressed. I had just zipped my shorts when Nick walked back into the room with the other boy.
“This is Brandon,” Nick said.
I reached out, and Brandon shook my hand. I paused, and took in this new 6’1” 160 lb. boy. If on a perfection scale Nick was a perfect 10, then Brandon would probably be a 9.985. This boy was almost as hot as Nick. Neatly clipped dirty blonde hair capped his head. His face was covered in the scruffy blondish-light brown beard of an 18 year old who hasn’t shaved in about 3 days. He wore a plain white t-shirt, dirty from a day’s work outside in muddy conditions, the arms of which were stretched tight by his biceps and triceps and the chest of which was stretched tight by his pectoral muscles. The somewhat short shirt hung loosely down over what had to be a supremely toned belly, and barely covered the waistband of his jeans. Moderately hairy forearms hung down at his sides, veins running their length. His hands were fairly large, with long bony fingers. Brandon nervously lifted his arms, and ran his fingers through his hair. This action caused his shirt to lift, and exposed the waistband of his American Eagle boxer shorts. They looked to be the same knit material as boxer briefs, but a lot looser. Also visible for a brief flash was a happy trail that led across an otherwise ridiculously smooth, toned, tanned, flat stomach. As he lowered his arms, I lowered my gaze, taking in his faded, frayed, and soft looking jeans which hung loosely from his waist, covering what appeared to be a rather large (and hard?) package. I loved the way his pocket peaked out through a sizable hole in the thigh of his jeans. The lower pant leg of his right leg also had a big tear, and I could just make out a moderately hairy calf. On his feet, he wore a pair of black and white Under Armor sneakers with the laces very loose.
As I sized him up, I could feel his eyes on me, sizing me up. Nick stood nervously, (and naked) between us. Sensing that neither of us was going to strike up conversation, Nick started it for us.
“I kind of owe both of you an explanation. Brandon was nice enough to agree to come back up here and hear it. First, though, I want to grab some clothes, so I’ll be right back.”
Nick left the room, leaving me to finish putting on my shirt and to just look at Brandon as he picked at and scratched his cock and balls through his pants. This caused an involuntary shifting of arousal in my groin, bringing forth an ache from my cock that told me I’d used it plenty today, that it needed a rest. Also, I felt a little guilty…I’d been having pretty kinky sex regularly with the sexiest man I’d ever met. Now that I meet someone almost his equal, I found myself feeling greedy, wanting more.
He looked at me, but his gaze kept shifting to the table by the bed. I then realized that was where I put the martini glass that held the product of Nick’s “milking.” I couldn’t tell what his gaze meant…it was either contempt, or curiosity. Either way, the silence was getting awkward.
Finally, Brandon volunteered, “Big storm tonight.”
Given the current situation, the irony of that statement wasn’t lost on me. “Real big storm. Thankfully, everything seems to have come out alright,” I responded, hoping this would, too, but truly nervous about the upcoming ‘explanation.’ Though nervous, I couldn’t help but find his voice sexy. A little lower than Nick’s, it still had a really masculine tone.
Brandon eyed the glass again and said, “It sure looks like everything ‘came out’ all right.”
I started to be very embarrassed, but then realized I’d heard something in his voice. It wasn’t judgmental. In fact, it sounded like it may have been curiosity or even envy.
Before I could ruminate on this any more, Nick reappeared wearing his yellow mesh basketball shorts (no underwear, I could immediately tell) and a grey t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the sides opened up.
He sat down on the bed, invited me to sit next to him on his right, and Brandon on his left. Brandon, obviously pissed, sat instead in a chair. I sat next to Nick, deciding that I loved him, there had to be some rational explanation, and that I could trust him. As I sat, he took my hand, squeezing it. I squeezed back, encouraging him.
Nick swallowed, took a deep breath and began to explain, speaking first to me, filling me in on the story.
“First of all, you should know that Brandon is my best friend in the world. Last November, when I turned 18, Brandon gave me a birthday present. He borrowed his mom’s suburban, put a blanket over the back seat, and drove me and Katie around while we had sex in the backseat. He heard our moans, and groans, and watched in the rearview mirror as she blew me and me I ate her pussy. We sixty-nined. Then, we fucked on the seat, her on top, me on top. You know how I shoot. Long story short, I made a mess. He shampooed the messy areas, washed the blanket, and made possible for me one of the best sexual experiences I had until I met you.
“Today is Brandon’s birthday…the big 1-8. The youngest kid in our class, now he can vote. And by ‘today’ I mean that he turned 18 about an hour ago. The deal we made last November was that I’d return the favor on his day.
“Something else you need to know, and I’m sorry Brandon for sharing this—I know I said I wouldn’t—but given the circumstances, I’m sure you’ll understand. Brandon has never had a girlfriend. He explained why to me right before prom: because he’s gay. When he told me,” he turned to Brandon, “and this is the part I need you to believe, Brandon, the part that he,” (indicating me), “can confirm, I insisted that I was straight, but that I’d still be his friend. I really did think I was straight…until a couple of weeks later when I,” he turned to me and smiled, “got my first massage.
“The truth is that Brandon has never had a boyfriend, either. So we updated our agreement. I was supposed to drive him to the city, to that club that is alcohol-free, that caters to 18-21 year old guys. I agreed to take him there, and if he got lucky, to return the favor of driving around. We were supposed to go tonight, leave at 11:00, get there right when he could legally enter. Instead, I was selfish, and stayed here having some fantastic sex. Brandon, not getting a call from me, and given the storm, was worried. He came over here, heard the sounds of sex going on…was mildly irritated until he saw me, his straight friend, with a man.
“Brandon, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I blew you off tonight. I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I’m bisexual, that I’ve fallen in love, and it is with a man. If it makes you feel any better, we’ve only been having sex for about a week…which is why you haven’t seen me, why I haven’t hosted a party here while my parents are gone like I said I would.
Brandon, for his part, took all this news stoically. He looked at me, then at Nick. Finally, slouched back in the chair he said, “Nick, I understand now what is going on. If I had a hot guy like this to work me over, I’d have blown you off, too.
“All I know, was that I was supposed to have a shot at getting some action on my birthday. Here we are, far from the club. What can we possibly do?”
Silence fell over the room. Nick looked at me a questioning look on his face, and I looked at him, nodding. Nick finally said, “Well, I have an idea.”
This part does some explaining, but really doesn't have much sex at all. Imagine that from this story. Anyway, more to come.
As always, it is all fiction.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Part XVI
“Brandon, wait!” Nick shouted as he scampered off the bed, his cock still oozing jizz. “Brandon!” Nick was out the door, and I could hear him running down the hall.
Such an awkward moment for me. I really had no idea what was going on, though my imagination certainly was running wild.
“Brandon! Come back here! Brandon!” Nick’s voice faded through the house.
From downstairs, I could hear voices, Nick’s was pleading, the other angry, hurt. The words were unintelligible. Not knowing what else to do, I started to get dressed. I had just zipped my shorts when Nick walked back into the room with the other boy.
“This is Brandon,” Nick said.
I reached out, and Brandon shook my hand. I paused, and took in this new 6’1” 160 lb. boy. If on a perfection scale Nick was a perfect 10, then Brandon would probably be a 9.985. This boy was almost as hot as Nick. Neatly clipped dirty blonde hair capped his head. His face was covered in the scruffy blondish-light brown beard of an 18 year old who hasn’t shaved in about 3 days. He wore a plain white t-shirt, dirty from a day’s work outside in muddy conditions, the arms of which were stretched tight by his biceps and triceps and the chest of which was stretched tight by his pectoral muscles. The somewhat short shirt hung loosely down over what had to be a supremely toned belly, and barely covered the waistband of his jeans. Moderately hairy forearms hung down at his sides, veins running their length. His hands were fairly large, with long bony fingers. Brandon nervously lifted his arms, and ran his fingers through his hair. This action caused his shirt to lift, and exposed the waistband of his American Eagle boxer shorts. They looked to be the same knit material as boxer briefs, but a lot looser. Also visible for a brief flash was a happy trail that led across an otherwise ridiculously smooth, toned, tanned, flat stomach. As he lowered his arms, I lowered my gaze, taking in his faded, frayed, and soft looking jeans which hung loosely from his waist, covering what appeared to be a rather large (and hard?) package. I loved the way his pocket peaked out through a sizable hole in the thigh of his jeans. The lower pant leg of his right leg also had a big tear, and I could just make out a moderately hairy calf. On his feet, he wore a pair of black and white Under Armor sneakers with the laces very loose.
As I sized him up, I could feel his eyes on me, sizing me up. Nick stood nervously, (and naked) between us. Sensing that neither of us was going to strike up conversation, Nick started it for us.
“I kind of owe both of you an explanation. Brandon was nice enough to agree to come back up here and hear it. First, though, I want to grab some clothes, so I’ll be right back.”
Nick left the room, leaving me to finish putting on my shirt and to just look at Brandon as he picked at and scratched his cock and balls through his pants. This caused an involuntary shifting of arousal in my groin, bringing forth an ache from my cock that told me I’d used it plenty today, that it needed a rest. Also, I felt a little guilty…I’d been having pretty kinky sex regularly with the sexiest man I’d ever met. Now that I meet someone almost his equal, I found myself feeling greedy, wanting more.
He looked at me, but his gaze kept shifting to the table by the bed. I then realized that was where I put the martini glass that held the product of Nick’s “milking.” I couldn’t tell what his gaze meant…it was either contempt, or curiosity. Either way, the silence was getting awkward.
Finally, Brandon volunteered, “Big storm tonight.”
Given the current situation, the irony of that statement wasn’t lost on me. “Real big storm. Thankfully, everything seems to have come out alright,” I responded, hoping this would, too, but truly nervous about the upcoming ‘explanation.’ Though nervous, I couldn’t help but find his voice sexy. A little lower than Nick’s, it still had a really masculine tone.
Brandon eyed the glass again and said, “It sure looks like everything ‘came out’ all right.”
I started to be very embarrassed, but then realized I’d heard something in his voice. It wasn’t judgmental. In fact, it sounded like it may have been curiosity or even envy.
Before I could ruminate on this any more, Nick reappeared wearing his yellow mesh basketball shorts (no underwear, I could immediately tell) and a grey t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the sides opened up.
He sat down on the bed, invited me to sit next to him on his right, and Brandon on his left. Brandon, obviously pissed, sat instead in a chair. I sat next to Nick, deciding that I loved him, there had to be some rational explanation, and that I could trust him. As I sat, he took my hand, squeezing it. I squeezed back, encouraging him.
Nick swallowed, took a deep breath and began to explain, speaking first to me, filling me in on the story.
“First of all, you should know that Brandon is my best friend in the world. Last November, when I turned 18, Brandon gave me a birthday present. He borrowed his mom’s suburban, put a blanket over the back seat, and drove me and Katie around while we had sex in the backseat. He heard our moans, and groans, and watched in the rearview mirror as she blew me and me I ate her pussy. We sixty-nined. Then, we fucked on the seat, her on top, me on top. You know how I shoot. Long story short, I made a mess. He shampooed the messy areas, washed the blanket, and made possible for me one of the best sexual experiences I had until I met you.
“Today is Brandon’s birthday…the big 1-8. The youngest kid in our class, now he can vote. And by ‘today’ I mean that he turned 18 about an hour ago. The deal we made last November was that I’d return the favor on his day.
“Something else you need to know, and I’m sorry Brandon for sharing this—I know I said I wouldn’t—but given the circumstances, I’m sure you’ll understand. Brandon has never had a girlfriend. He explained why to me right before prom: because he’s gay. When he told me,” he turned to Brandon, “and this is the part I need you to believe, Brandon, the part that he,” (indicating me), “can confirm, I insisted that I was straight, but that I’d still be his friend. I really did think I was straight…until a couple of weeks later when I,” he turned to me and smiled, “got my first massage.
“The truth is that Brandon has never had a boyfriend, either. So we updated our agreement. I was supposed to drive him to the city, to that club that is alcohol-free, that caters to 18-21 year old guys. I agreed to take him there, and if he got lucky, to return the favor of driving around. We were supposed to go tonight, leave at 11:00, get there right when he could legally enter. Instead, I was selfish, and stayed here having some fantastic sex. Brandon, not getting a call from me, and given the storm, was worried. He came over here, heard the sounds of sex going on…was mildly irritated until he saw me, his straight friend, with a man.
“Brandon, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I blew you off tonight. I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I’m bisexual, that I’ve fallen in love, and it is with a man. If it makes you feel any better, we’ve only been having sex for about a week…which is why you haven’t seen me, why I haven’t hosted a party here while my parents are gone like I said I would.
Brandon, for his part, took all this news stoically. He looked at me, then at Nick. Finally, slouched back in the chair he said, “Nick, I understand now what is going on. If I had a hot guy like this to work me over, I’d have blown you off, too.
“All I know, was that I was supposed to have a shot at getting some action on my birthday. Here we are, far from the club. What can we possibly do?”
Silence fell over the room. Nick looked at me a questioning look on his face, and I looked at him, nodding. Nick finally said, “Well, I have an idea.”
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Nice addition!
I feel weird about this Brandon guy, but I like the twist you put on the story.
--- and thanks for not letting Nick cheat!!! omg I'd have cried if he was cheating...
I feel weird about this Brandon guy, but I like the twist you put on the story.
--- and thanks for not letting Nick cheat!!! omg I'd have cried if he was cheating...
thermodynamics
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And the plot thickens......HAWT!
inthecloset
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threesome?
Nice.
Please continue man, this is good stuff.
Nice.
Please continue man, this is good stuff.
None taken. People are entitled to their opinions, likes and dislikes. I do have a bit more planned for the story, but I'm just not there yet. Nick's parents come home, but again, that isn't for a couple more days in the story. Plus, I like writing the naughty bits.
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I love it all 
JarodA
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To your credit, you do have quite a skill for writing sex scenes. I doubt anyone here would disagree with that. But it's a little too much sex and not enough characterization or story. I mean, there's nothing that would make me care if Nick was suddenly hit by a bus...lol
But it's a little too much sex and not enough characterization or story. I mean, there's nothing that would make me care if Nick was suddenly hit by a bus...lolinthecloset
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To your credit, you do have quite a skill for writing sex scenes. I doubt anyone here would disagree with that.
Nicely put lol.
Needless to say, this story is great.
Nice writing style, great storyline, twisting (and erotic) plots...No one can disagree with THAT.
But from the comments I can see that I wasn't the only one that would appreciate a little more substance.
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love the new chapter!