Date: Fri, 26 Nov 2004 13:18:08 EST From: ImJeff0882@aol.com Subject: My roommate Nick, part two The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving adult males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is mostly true; I am taking more liberties here, since the story is about Nick and me, rather than Bill and me. The actions of the people in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The author (Jeff Hunter) claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to ImJeff0882@aol.com Roommate Nick, part two The weekend before Bill and I hooked up, Nick came home Saturday night. It was late and I was already asleep, but woke up when he opened the door. He undressed and just got in bed and went to sleep. I went back to sleep. We both slept in. He woke me up at around 10 a.m. Again, with coffee. We talked and decided we had to run out to get food. The refrigerator was empty. We decided to have breakfast out, then shopped for food, and then went back to the apartment to watch Sunday football. While we were out we talked about thanksgiving. Neither Nick nor I were going home. My mom wasn't happy, but I had to get stuff done so I could meet Bill for a ski trip in December. Nick told me that his parents were going to visit family for thanksgiving and he didn't want to go. "What's your brother doing for thanksgiving?" I asked. He shrugged. "Nick, why don't you ask him to come here? We'll make something for dinner, have some wine; we can buy pies, ice cream." "I guess I could, but he wouldn't." "Nick, he's your brother. If he's going to be alone, that's fucked. Ask him. I mean if he can't come, then he'll just say so." "Okay. That'd be cool. He can sleep on the sofa bed," he said. "Or if he's hot he can sleep with me," I said, laughing. He pushed me and then slugged me in the arm. "If one of us is going to blow him, it's me," he said, laughing. "Damn, I can't believe I said that." "I know, you're such a pervert." I shoved him back. "Actually, it would be okay with me if you two hooked up." I laughed, "Yeah, right. Then I'd be like, what was his name?" "Who? Oh Cody. No, if you and Matt hook up, that wouldn't mean that he and I couldn't. I wonder if he still hooks up with guys." "You want me to ask him?" "What do you mean? How could you? You can't just ask him if he's sucking dick." "No, I wouldn't do that, but if I could work it in to a conversation," I laughed. I guess I was mostly joking. "Sure that would be great. Yeah, go ahead ask him." "I was mostly joking. I don't think I could just ask him something like that." "Oh okay. Well," he laughed, "if it comes up, you can ask him." "If what comes up?" I asked laughing. "Now who is the pervert?" We did our shopping. I kept pushing him to ask his brother. He said he would call him when we got home. When we got home I handed him the phone. He looked nervous. His brother wasn't home, but Nick left a message. About fifteen minutes later the phone rang. It was Matt. They talked for a while and then Nick asked Matt to join us for thanksgiving. I stood there watching his face. Nick told him he could come whenever he wanted and stay as long as he wanted. I saw Nick smile, they said goodbye and hung up. "He's coming," he said. "He sounded really happy that I asked. He said he wanted to meet you." "How long is he going to stay?" "He's driving here on Tuesday and said he'd leave on Saturday so he could avoid traffic both ways. He said he'd bring the wine." Nick was all smiles. "That was cool that you thought about that." "When he's here I am going to talk him into going skiing with us. You can take lessons," I said laughing. We opened a couple of beers, sat on the sofa and watched a game. I also had a book that I was reading. When it was half time he starts rubbing himself like I wasn't even there. Then he pulled his dick out and starts jerking off. He kicked his pants off, pulled down his boxers and started pulling his pud. At first I felt a little surprised or embarrassed. I just sat there watching him. It was such a turn on. He jerked his dick and a couple of times he looked at me and smiled. Then he lifted his tee shirt and shot cum all over his chest. He moaned and groaned and jerked and shot his load. Then he look off his boxers and cleaned off his chest. He threw his dirty boxers on the floor and sat there naked. I sat there for a couple of minutes watching his dick shrink in size. Then I pulled off my pants and boxers and pulled my tee shirt over my head and start to jerk. Then I reach for his boxers. I remember what he said about what he used to do with his brother. I put the boxers to my nose and took a deep breath. Then I rubbed the cum on the boxers on my dick and jerked my dick. I looked over at him. He just sat there but his dick was getting hard again. I continued to jerk off rubbing my balls with his boxers. As I was getting close he said, "Are you ready to cum?" "Yeah." He was jerking again. "You want to cum on my face?" he asked. I looked at him and smiled, "Sure, I can get into that." I stood up in front of him. He moved toward me and moved his face in front of my dick. I continued jerking. I took a handful of his wavy hair in my left hand and continued to jerk with my right hand. I pulled his head back a bit as I got ready to cum. He opened his mouth slightly. He held onto my hips. I let go of a huge glob of cum that slapped him on the nose across his lips over his opened mouth and on his chin. Then another shot went up to his forehead and into his hair. I was trying not to get him in the eyes, since he was watching all of this. Then another and another shot landed on his nose and lips and chin. I noticed him licking his lips and moving my cum into his mouth. The last two shot hit him again on his lips and chin, and again he licked his lips. "Fuck," he said. I still held onto his hair. I squeezed my dick draining the last of my cum out of the slit and then wiped my dick on his cheek. Then I sat down on the sofa. He sat back, my cum remained on his face. I handed him his boxers. He took them but didn't wipe off his face. Again, he licked around his mouth. "How are you doing?" I asked. He smiled and the laughed. He said, "A lot of time when I'd been alone watching football I sometimes jerks off at half time. Actually, even when I was in high school and me and my dad would watch a Sunday game, I'd go to the bathroom at half time and jerk off. I thought about doing it but then thought that it is so wrong to just do it with you sitting there. So, that decided it for me. "What do you mean?" I asked "I want to do things that feel weird. You know, your body or your mind says `you really shouldn't do this'. But, there is no real reason not to. I mean you've seen my jerk off before, so why not. But, still while I was sitting here thinking about it I kept thinking, `you can't just start jerking off here in the living room. Your bed is okay, but this is different'. Then I thought it's not like I am going to get in trouble or arrested or that you'll be offended. But then I thought, `dude it is rude'. So, even though I felt nervous I decided to do it. "I mean I did it because I wanted to, but also because I thought maybe I shouldn't. What was weird was that when I was doing it and you were just watching me, it was such a turn on." He continued talking and my cum remained on his face. It was very distracting. "You going to wipe my cum off your face," I asked. He threw his boxers at me and said, "You do it." I did. "After I came I got really nervous. It was so weird. I thought I was going to have an anxiety attack." "Why?" "Well, you didn't say anything. And then I started to think that what I did was really bad. Isn't it weird how those weird voices start up? I started to feel so ashamed. It was intense. I thought if you said I was weird I was going to cry. It was that bad that fast. I felt so embarrassed. Then you took off your pants and started to jerk and it all went away. Isn't that weird? It was like everything was great and when you smelled my cum my dick started moving again. In about one minute I went from scared and ashamed to happy and then turned on." "You are weird," I said, as I finished wiping the cum out of his hair. "What was it like having me cum on your face?" I asked, suddenly becoming aware that we were both naked, except for our tee shirts. "That was interesting. I thought you should do it to me before I did it to you." "That doesn't matter to me." "It was interesting. I kind of felt like you were the alpha male and marking your territory. It doesn't feel demeaning at all, but I can see that it feels like you are the man, especially when you grabbed my hair, and then when you wiped your cock on my face. It was definitely kinky. I liked it. You can do it again if you want." I laughed, "I kind of get into it once in a while, so I'll remember that." "Cool. So I can do it to you next time?" "Anytime you want. I noticed you licking up my cum." "I was going to ask you to jerk off into my mouth so I could just take all your cum, but then I thought I wanted you to cum on my face and then I could taste your cum." "Why do you want me to jerk off in your mouth?" "Before I blow you I want to get used to the taste of cum. Sometime I want you to just jerk off in my mouth." I laughed. "Why not just suck me off?" "No, I hate it when girls suck you like they are afraid you are going to cum. If I never tasted all your cum, you know swallowed it all, I know I'd be nervous that I was going to gage or choke or something. So, I want to get used to it." "You can blow me and not take my cum, you know. When I blow you, I'm not going to take your cum," I said. "I know. But, I want to and I don't want to have the first time I blow someone be a gagging choking thing. I want to do it this way. I want to get used to swallowing your load so that when I give you my first blow job it will be a real blow job." "You are weird, but it's all cool with me. I think you should hook up with your brother." "What? Why do you think that?" "I think you want to. I think if he wants to, then you guys should. Maybe, he should be your first blow job." "Nah, maybe I can practice on you first," he said, poking at me. "I really don't think he's into sucking dick." "Look, I bet he'd think about it, or I bet he wouldn't think it was too weird. I think you're right, he was doing Cory. If he did Cory he might do it with you at least once, just to try it out with you. But, even if he didn't want to, I bet he wouldn't think you are weird." "I don't know." That Thursday night I flew to where Bill's conference was held and spent the weekend with him. I got back from my weekend with Bill. It was wonderful, but I came back feeling like I wanted to sleep a lot, rather than deal with students, my grad classes, or any drama that Nick might have going on in his life. I went from the airport right to my classes and then my office. I finally made it home at about 5:30 p.m. Nick was home, he had cleaned the apartment and had sandwiches and salads for dinner (that's all he's allowed to cook). We sat and ate dinner. He asked about my weekend. I told him that my friend and I had a great time. I had told him that I was meeting an old friend who I was currently sexually involved. He knew that he and I were also emotionally involved but he had picked up on my hesitation to talk about it much. "Are you two become like boyfriends?" he asked. I just shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. I guess." "You don't want to talk about it?" "Not yet. I want to, but not yet," I said. He told me what he had been doing the last weekend. We talked about a class he was taking and some interesting reading he had been doing. I enjoyed listening to him. I had a lot to do, so did he. We finally got to the books. I decided to finish my reading in bed. I undressed, got my book and climbed into bed. About an hour later, Nick came into the room. He had two bowls of ice cream (I love ice cream), he handed me one, put the other down and then undressed. "Can I get in?" he asked. I moved over giving him room. He climbed into my bed. I asked him, as I moved the ice cream around in the bowl, "Did you cum in this?" He laughed. Yeah, it is odd; two guys, naked, eating ice cream out of a bowl, sharing a bed. He started to tell me that he had talked to his brother, again. Matt called to say he was excited about coming for a visit. I put down my spoon and reach over and took hold of Nick naked package, gave it a squeeze and said, "It's good to see you, again." "Are you talking to my dick?" he asked. I laughed. "No, I meant you," I said. "I told you about my jerk off buddy in high school. We'll he and I used to do this thing. I could grab his package whenever I wanted, like our secret handshake, give it a squeeze," I said, and did it again. "Like that. We'd do it when we were alone and no one could see us do it, but we'd do it whenever we wanted." "Wow. That's rude." I looked at him. "No, I mean in a good way. I mean those are your private parts, you know private. Wow, so you said he could touch you anytime he wanted, as long as" I interrupted, "No one was going to see us. So, if you and I do that, it would pretty much mean anytime we are here." "So, anytime I want I can reach over and grab you package." "Yeah, we called it cupping. You know, like wearing a cup." He nodded. "So, you can do it over the clothes or naked, or unzip and grab skin, or in bed, like I just did to you, or even if I am sleeping." "Oh wow, wouldn't you wake up?" "No, well sometimes he'd keep doing it until I did and if you do wake up you have to say so, but I'd cup him when he was sleeping and he wouldn't wake up." "Oh fuck, that is really rude. Damn, yeah, can we do that?" I said, "Yeah. You are one of the best friends I've ever had, and we've gotten pretty "rude" with each other, so. I wouldn't give up the privacy of my private parts to just anyone," I poked him. He reached over and cupped me. I watched as he did it. "Like that?" he asked. "Yeah, that was good." I started eating my ice cream; so did he. Then I got this wonderful idea. I started to laugh. "What?" he asked. "Okay, you want kinky." He stared at me. "Okay, don't move." "What are you going to do?" "You've got to just sit and take it. Okay?" He laughed. "I guess. Okay." I pulled the sheet off him. I took a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth and then looked at him and started to laugh so much I had to spit out the ice cream. "What the fuck is going on?" "Don't make me laugh." I put ice cream in my mouth. I put the bowl down and then got on my knees and took his flaccid dick in my hand. I looked up at him, his eyes were wide. I open my mouth and took his dick into my mouth. He howled, yelped, "Fuck. Damn. Oh Fuck!" he said. I sucked on his dick and washed the ice cream over the head of his dick. He kept yelping and laughing. I swallowed the ice cream and let go of his dick. I smiled at him. He laughed, "Now that is going down on my list of kink plus. He held his dick in his hand looking at it. I sat down on the bed. He looked at me and smiled. He took a large spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. I laughed. "The first time you're going to suck cock and it's a torture blow job." He had a big smile on his face. He got on his knees, took hold of my dick and then sucked it into his mouth. He swirled the ice cream around my cock head. I tried not to move or yell, but finally I had to start squirming and then laughing. I felt him swallow the ice cream, but he didn't stop sucking my dick. "Nick, I didn't mean for you to suck me." He continued sucking. "I lifted his head off my dick. "I thought you wanted to get use to my cum." "Maybe that's stupid." "I wasn't thinking this would happen," I said. He nodded. I think I hurt his feeling again. I hate that. "Eat your ice cream before it melts." I looked at my ice cream. "You sure you didn't cum on it?" He looked at me and laughed. "Asshole." We ate our ice cream. We talked, we ate, we decided we were tired. He got up, turned off the light and climbed into his bed. I got up, climbed into his bed and said, "I am going to blow you, don't come in my mouth, then I want to just go to sleep in your bed, with you." He rolled over and said, "I can blow you, too." "You will, I promise you. But, tonight just get into it and then let's go to sleep." I think I was depressed or sad, or something. I rubbed my hand on is chest and then began kissing and licking his nipple. As I did, my hand moved down to his dick. He was hard. I kept licking and softly stroking his dick. He held my head in his hands. I moved down and licked his stomach, his navel. I thought about my promise that I'd shave his balls before I blew him, but decided what the hell. I ran my tongue over his shaft; I could hear him breathing hard. I ran his dick around my lips and over my tongue. I ran my tongue around the corona of his dick head. He moaned. I took his dick head into my mouth, surrounding it with my lips. He moaned and pushed. I let more of his dick slide into my mouth and began to suck. "Of fuck, Jeff," he moaned as he began to move his hips. I didn't want him to cum too quickly, so I put pressure on his hips with my hand. He stopped thrusting. I licked and sucked taking more and more of his dick into my mouth. Then I began to work it down my throat a little more with each thrust downward of my head. "Oh fuck, Jeff," he groaned. I moved off his dick and licked his dick down to his balls and then ran my tongue over his balls. Now, I know why guys shave. I had to pick hair out of my mouth. He continued to moan. I licked his shaft and licked at his dick and head and then again swallowed it. I played with his balls as I sucked. He began to thrust, I decided to let him. I could feel his ball sack contracting and his dick head getting rigid when he said, "I am getting close." I continued to suck him, now running my hand up and down the shaft of his dick. He began to groan, his legs stiffened and he grunted, "Jeff, stop, I am going to cum," I took my mouth off his dick and kept stroking his with my wet hand. He quickly started spewing cum into the air. It hit me in the chest and arm and landed on his chest, shoulder, sheets. He grunted, groaned, moaned and tensed and jerked all over the bed and I kept stroking him. Finally, he pulled my hand off his dick. His body kept twitching and then he started to laugh. I sat down next to him, grabbing my boxers off the floor to wipe the cum off my arm and chest. I sat there and watched him. He looked at me and then laughed again. "Why are you laughing?" I said, playing with my hard on. "I can't believe how great that was. That was awesome. It felt so good. I mean not just the cumming. The whole thing. It was wonderful. It felt so warm and wonderful, oh fuck, it was better than I thought. Fuck. The sucking felt great and then when you got my dick down your throat; damn, that was incredible. We have to do that again." "I'm sure we will. So, why were you laughing?" I said, smiling. "I was going to say, `Damn, you are a great cock sucker'. It just hit me funny." "Asshole," I grabbed his pubic hair and pulled, "thank you. If we are going to do this again, we are going to have to shave your ball hair." "Okay, sure. Wow, okay. Was it gross?" "No, but," I then thought, "What are you going to tell Gail?" "I'll tell her I did it so that she might enjoy it more," he poked me. Then he reached between my legs. I was still hard, but not really hard. "You want me to help you with that." "I just want to lay down." We both got under the sheets. "So, I can just grab it now, and even if you fall asleep, I can touch it?" he asked, taking my dick in his hand. "It's not an it. It's my friend, and yes you can touch my friend. We like you." He and I lay there. He ran his hand around my crotch and then just rested his hand on top of my dick. I feel asleep. The alarm went off. I jumped out of bed, turned it off and then stumbled into the bathroom to pee. I went back to the bedroom and saw the time. "Damn, Nick, it's 6:30, why are you getting up so early?" I asked, as I crawled into my bed. "Set it for 7:30 for me," I said, covering my face with my pillow, as he went into the bathroom. I was dozing off when I felt his hand on my dick. I uncovered my face and looked at him. Immediately, I knew what he was going to do. His head went to my crotch, my soft dick into his mouth and he began to suck. For a brief second I thought about telling him to stop so I could sleep for another hour, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings again. NOT. I love getting sucked. He was doing a pretty good job; I was surprised. I held is head in my hands, playing with his hair. I was working my dick deeper into his mouth and then gagged. "Sorry," he said, looking up at me. "It isn't because," I interrupted, "I know. Taking someone down your throat is something you have to learn to do. Don't worry about it. Just suck my dick." He nodded. "Lick my balls, too." He did. He ran his tongue around my balls sack and then took one into his mouth and sucked. I was ready for it to hurt, but it didn't. He was licking my balls, the shaft of my dick and my cock head. Then he sucked my dick back into his mouth. He began to suck and bob up and down, while he played with my balls. Again, I could feel him taking me into his throat and again he began to gag, but then went back to sucking. I was getting close. For his first blow job, he was doing pretty good. "Nick, stop sucking me, use your hand." He kept sucking. "Nick, really, just use your hand." He kept sucking and bobbing and using his hand. I could feel that wonderful feeling moving through my body as I was seconds from unloading. I pulled at his head, pulling him off my dick. He let my dick out of his mouth and stroked me with his wet hand. I let out a moan as I felt myself about to cum. It seems like a second before I shot my first shot his mouth was back on my dick. He sucked hard as each shot left my cock. I groaned and tensed and tried to move his head off my dick. He kept sucking. I could feel him swallowing as the last of my cum entered his mouth. Finally, he let go of my dick. "Did I do okay?" he asked as he rested his head on the pillow next to me. I was still breathing hard. "You did great. You're not such a bad cock sucker yourself." "That's what happens when you have a master for a teacher," he said as he jerked his dick. I reached over and touched his balls. "You know you shouldn't be taking cum?" "Yeah, but I know you are clean. You told me you got tested for the virus before you went to hook up with John; and you said he was tested, too," he said, as he kept jerking. "I know, but it's just not a good thing to do." "I know." He continued to stroke, I continued playing with his balls. "Can I cum on your face?" he asked. "Yeah, sure," I said. He sat up and straddled my chest. I propped my head up on my pillow. He put his left hand against the wall behind us and moved so that his dick was about two feet from my face. I ran my fingers over his balls, they quickly pulled tight. He was close. I closed my eyes. I could hear him moaning and could feel his legs shaking as he jerked hard. "Oh fuck," he grunted, and then I felt a slash of liquid hit me across my face. He grunted, again, and then another shot of cum. "Oh yeah,' he said, "Fuck." I kept moving my fingers over his balls and kept getting shots of cum to my face. I think I counted six shots. He seemed to be done, so I opened my eyes. I watched as he squeezed cum out of his dick and then wiped it off on my nose. I smiled, looking up at him. He sat down on my chest. His chest was red, as were his ears. He stared down at me. "Fuck, Jeff. That was incredible. "Damn. It felt so fuckin' rude. Dude, it was like so fuckin hot." I didn't say anything. There was cum all over my lips. He leaned over and grabbed his boxers off the floor and wiped my mouth clean. "You came a lot," I said. "Fuck, that was incredible. It was like so intense watching my dick squirt out my load and watching it land all over your face." "So, did you feel like the alpha male marking your territory?" "Yeah, kind of that and also like, well, different." "How so?" I asked as he continued to wipe my face clean. "Well, I don't know exactly," he said, as he lay down next to me. "It wasn't really that so much. I think I knew you were liking it. Maybe, because I kind of liked it. So, it was more like we were both into it and it was rude, but not nasty. "Does that make sense?" he asked I said, "Yes," as I crawled over him and got out of bed. "I'm taking a shower," I said. I ran the water and then stepped in, he stepped in behind me. "So, what was it like? Swallowing my load." "It was fine. It's weird, while I was sucking your dick I really got into that I was pleasuring you. It really got me hard. It's like when I eat pussy, it's knowing that the person is really loving it. But, then I'd focus on your cock being in my mouth and what that felt like and it felt good. Sometimes when I've thought about my tongue up a girls pussy I've gotten turned off, but that didn't happen. It felt kind of hot, and then I'd think about you, hearing you moaning and stuff and that was a turn on. All in all it was pretty interesting." I laughed. "What so funny?" "I've never heard someone talk that way about sucking dick, but I understand completely. But, what was it like swallowing my cum?" "Oh yeah. I don't understand why girls don't like that. It hardly tasted at all. The consistency was interesting, as it went down, it just slid down. Then I thought about having part of you inside of me and that was really hot. I was jerking then and I almost came. I mean, how often does a guy ever have part of someone else inside of them?" "What?" "Well, think about it. When you are with a girl you never have her inside of you. You are inside of her, but she never really gets inside of you. You got inside of me. I was thinking about that when I tried to get your dick down my throat. How the fuck do you do that and not gag?" "You just have to relax your throat and take a little more at a time. I never thought about not having a girl inside of me, but having a guy inside of me." "Yeah, I mean you are the first person who has ever gotten part of themselves inside of me. You got your dick down my throat. No one has been inside of my mouth, but you were. No one has ever gotten part of them left inside of me. When you fuck me, you'll be the first person to get into me there." "Haven't you had a doctor's finger up your ass?" "Yeah, but he had gloves on." "I had my finger up your ass. And when I do fuck you, I'll be wearing a condom as will you when you fuck me." "Yeah, you are right. But, you'll be the first person to sexually be up my butt." "You are too weird," I said, as I turned off the shower. "But, I like you anyway." We both stood at the mirror and brushed out teeth and shaved. I went into the bedroom to dress and he went into the kitchen to make coffee. He came into the bedroom and started dressing. As he was putting on his pants, he said, "I know I think about stuff too much, and that I get into analyzing stuff too much, but" I interrupted, "Nick, don't apologize for who you are. We all do what we have to do. I kind of enjoy it, actually. And, a lot of what you say is true, so I am learning stuff, too." "Yeah, but I don't say stuff I should say." "What do you mean?" "I really like you a lot." "Nick, you don't have to do the morning after thing and tell me you'll call me." He laughed. He got up and hugged me, and said, "You are my best friend ever. John is the luckiest guy ever. I really like you and don't be dismissive." I laughed and hugged him back and turned my head and kissed him on the cheek. He pulled me into him again and kissed me on the mouth. It wasn't a tongue kiss or a romantic kiss, but it was a kiss. We both let go of each other and looked away. We went back to the kitchen, had our coffee and ate our breakfast. We got our stuff together, talked about the day and when we'd be home. We walked to the door and then I stood in the way. He looked at me. I hung my backpack on my shoulder and then pulled him to me and hugged him. As he hugged me back I moved my hand and grabbed his package and squeezed. He laughed. I let go of him and turned toward the door. His hand reached around me and settled on my crotch. I stood still as he rubbed and then let go. We both smiled at each other and left the apartment. That night Nick didn't come home until after midnight. He showered after he came in. He crawled into bed and went to sleep. The next morning he made coffee as he always does. He woke me up with a cup. He told me that he was going to have to leave soon, but wanted to tell me that he and Gail broke up. He wasn't sure if it was for good, but probably. I got an email from Bill, he said that he seemed to be mopping around a lot since our weekend. Barbara was being very distant and cold. He said he wondered if she knew about us. He didn't know how she could, but he was wondering about it. Nick came home late each night that week. He said that he and Gail were talking, but that he knew he was done. He said he was feeling like a chicken not just saying it was over, but felt he owed her a long drawn out discussion. I wondered if part of him hoped they'd put it back together, but who knows what goes on inside someone else's heart and head. I certainly don't. Damn, I don't know what goes on in mine, although, I think I am becoming clearer. I was happy to have the evening alone. I was getting a lot done. I actually had one research paper completely written, proofed and printed. Fuck, I am so good. That paper isn't due for another three weeks. And, if I do say so myself, it is good. I'm finishing up on another paper for another class, and I'm ahead in the reading for another; no paper in that class, but a final. The classes that I am TAing are going well, also. The kid is doing good work. Last Saturday, the weekend before Thanksgiving, Nick and I planned out our thanksgiving dinner and went shopping for the food we'd need. We also bought beer. I was looking forward to meeting Matt. I kept rehearsing conversations I would have with him. I had no idea how I was going to do it, but I wanted to hear about Nick growing up and that summer when I am sure Matt was trying to seduce Nick. I was also wondering if I'd have the balls to tell Matt that Nick was open to playing with him. Probably not, I was convinced, but thinking about it was fun. Tuesday night the phone rang. It was Matt. He was close by, but lost. Nick explained to him how to get to us. He told Matt to just stay on the phone and he'd direct him. Then he and I went outside and sat on the steps of the apartment building; Nick continued to direct Matt. It was exciting for some strange reason. We were having company. How fun. Nick had class and had to work tomorrow, so he asked if I would mind babysitting his brother, then meeting him after work and the three of us having dinner. I said that I had the day free. I taught on Wednesdays but none of the sections were meeting this week since Thursday and Friday sessions wouldn't be meeting. "Does your brother run?" I asked. He laughed. "Yeah. But, I doubt he brought stuff to work out." "If he has shoes, we can lend him everything else. I want to take a hard run tomorrow, but if he's not up for it, I'll do our short and easy," I said. Nick and I had three routes we'd run. One was a six mile run. One was about a four mile run, but we ran to the college stadium and ran the steps, did crunches and push ups. The other was a quick three mile run. It was just something to get the heart going. "He's always been in great shape, but this summer when I saw him, he had put on a few pounds. I'd never seen him with fat on his gut, but when he sat, he had the beginnings of a roll, love handles and all." "I'll ask him. Maybe he's started to work out again," I said. Nick talked into the phone, telling Matt to make his last right hand turn onto our street. We saw his car coming down the street. "I don't know why I am so nervous about him visiting, but I am," Nick said. Matt parked his car. Nick walked to the car, I just stood on the steps. Matt got out of the car and pulled his luggage from the backseat. Nick walked up to him and put out his hand to shake, but Matt pulled Nick toward him and hugged him. I was surprised to see what Matt looked like. He was blond and had straight hair. Nick has wavy dark brown hair. Matt was taller than Nick by about three inches, I'd guess and looked to have about fifteen pounds on him. But, he looked like he was in good shape. He had a tee shirt on; his arms were nice. As he walked up toward me he smiled. His teeth were white and straight, like Nick's. He probably wore braces, too. He was very good looking. "Hi, Jeff," he said, holding out his hand. "Hi, Matt," I said. "It's nice to finally meet you." We shook hands; his grip was strong. We walked up the steps. It was about 9 pm, I asked, "Are you hungry?" "Starved; I got a couple of tacos at my last gas stop, but that's it." I noticed he had suite pants on. "Did you drive straight from work?" "Yeah, I left a couple of hours early trying to beat some traffic, so, I didn't have time to have dinner." Nick said, "We can cook something, or we can go out." Matt said, "My treat. Let's go out for pizza and beers. I've been watching calories, but this weekend all bets are off." We showed Matt our small apartment. He unpacked, hung up his shirts. We gave him a draw. I sat on my bed, Nick sat on his. We talked about his drive up. I asked him if he wanted a beer before we left, he said that would be great. I returned with three beers; gave one to Matt and one to Nick and then sat down on my bed again. Nick took a pair of socks and tennis shoes, his jeans, boxers and a shirt and laid them on Nick's bed. He stood there and continued to talk to us about his drive up. He took off his suite pants, took everything out of the pockets. He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs. His package was hard to miss. He pulled his black socks off and put them in his suite case and then pulled his briefs off and then bent down again and put them in his suite case. I felt myself shallow breathing. I looked over at Nick and his eyes were locked onto Matt standing with his back to us bend over. His balls, clean shaven, hung down between his legs. He stood and turned toward us. Off came his tee shirt. He kept talking. His dick hung about three inches, his balls were large, his pubic hair was reddish brown. He must have lost the weight Nick talked about, but he wasn't tight and defined; but still nice. He looked around and saw where he put his clothes. He sat next to Nick and put on his socks. Then he stood and slipped on his boxers. The show was over. He put on his jeans, then his shoes and then his shirt. Isn't interesting how different people dress? We headed out; we decided to walk. The pizza place was about half a mile away. We order a large pepperoni pizza and beers. We sat and talked and laughed. Matt told stories about growing up with Nick. They were mostly kind, funny and seemed to be saying that Matt had fond memories of his younger brother. I thought that was interesting. Nick was enjoying all of this. On the way back to the apartment we told Matt that Nick was going to have to work tomorrow, but that he and I would do some last minutes shopping for pies that we ordered. I asked him if he wanted to run. Nick and I told him he could borrow stuff. He said he didn't know if he was up for the steps run but would do the six mile run if I kept it to a nine minute pace. I agreed. We got back to the apartment; opened and made the sofa bed and then I headed off to bed. About twenty minutes later Nick climbed into bed. "He seems like a cool guy," I said to Nick. "Yeah, I agree. He said he's doing better and that he's decided to spend the next year or so getting to be comfortable with himself. He said he's always lived with someone, and that it was hard to all of a sudden be living alone. He said that he's starting to like the freedom." "That's cool," I said. "Yeah, he said that if he was still living with Linda he wouldn't be here for thanksgiving. He said, he's glad I asked him and that he can always get another girlfriend." "Wow, that's cool." "Yeah," he said. "He's hot," I said. We both laughed. "I can see why you'd be hot for him." "He's not very modest," he said. "What do you mean?" "He stripped naked right in front of us." "Dude, we brought him in here and told him to hang up his clothes in the closet and use the draw. Then he started to undress and we sat down and watched. We could have left. Instead you stared at his ass, like you were going to start mining for diamonds," I whispered. "Yeah, well, you looked like you were going to fall down on your knees." We both laughed. "It's weird, before he went to college he was very modest. I mean our family is like that. My mom even sowed the openings on our boxers closed." "Why the fuck would she do that?" "I guess so that you couldn't see in, or something." "Damn, that's weird," I said. Then he comes home and sleeps in the nude?" "Yeah," he said. "He is kind of hot isn't he," he said. "But, so are we." We both laughed, again. Then he got up, he said, "I should see if he needs anything." Nick, naked, opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. "Matt, you need anything, an extra blanket?" "Do you have an extra pillow?" he asked. "Yeah, I have two, you can use one." Nick came back into the room. "Didn't you give him a pillow?" I asked. "I guess I forgot," he said, as he took one of his pillows. I saw the kitchen light go on. Nick walked out into the living room. I heard him say, "Don't drink sink water, we have filtered in the refrigerator." I sat up and glanced into the hall and saw them both standing there naked talking to each other. Nick handed him the pillow and then Matt glanced down at Nick's crotch, and then watched Nick walk away. The light went off. Nick closed the bedroom door behind him and then came over to my bed. "Move over," he said. "Forget it." I said, laughing. He sat on me and then rolled over me onto my bed and then got under the covers. "Are you nuts?" "He's going to sleep." "Get in your own bed," I said. "He check me out," he said. "I know I was watching. Now get out of my bed," I said, poking him. He wasn't moving. He reached over and put his hand on my crotch. "Nick, don't start." "You said I could," he insisted. "Yeah, but when no one is here." "Let me blow you." I laughed and poked him, again. "You are such a goof. Go to your bed," I said, trying to sound serious. He still held onto my dick. I pushed his hand away. "Why?" "He's in the next room." He kept playing with my dick. I was getting hard. I laughed. "You are such a bitch." "You like the way I blow you. You know you do." "Nick, it's just wrong. He might hear us. I mean how would you feel." "So, he can join us." "No, way. Go to your bed," I whispered. "Now." I was completely hard and his hand on my dick was feeling good. "Please." He slipped down under the sheets. I put my head under the covers and said, "You better come out of there, if you don't I am going to fart." He didn't move. "You are becoming a real cock sucker, you know that." His mouth surrounded my dick. He was getting pretty good at it. He was able to take more now than before, but no where near all of it. He sucked and licked and played with my balls. I took his head in my hand and started to thrust into his mouth. It was feeling wonderful. He sucked me slowly, running his tongue over my cock head. I lay there, slowly thrusting into his mouth. He played with my balls. I was getting close. "Don't swallow it, or not all of it," I said. "Why?" he said, taking my dick out of his mouth. "Save some for me." He went back to sucking and then he came up and said, "How do we do that?" "You can spit it into my mouth or keep it on your tongue and I'll suck it off," I said, and then remembered that we had never kissed. He went back to sucking. By now he knew my cock well enough to know when I was going to cum. I didn't have to tell him. I started to get there and he started to suck hard and stroked my dick as I made short thrusts into his mouth. Laying there on my side, my legs began to stiffen, I gripped his head hard and then let go of my load. I was too into my orgasm to know if he swallowed or not. He finally let my dick slide out of his mouth. I rolled onto my back. He came up and looked at me. Then he moved so that he was completely on top of me. I could feel his hard dick between us. I looked into his eyes and then opened my mouth, expecting him to let my cum drop from his mouth. He moved his face toward mine and then started to kiss me. His tongue moved into my mouth. I took what cum was there expecting him to stop kissing me but he didn't. He kept moving his tongue around in my mouth and kissing me, as he pushed his dick into my stomach. He was breathing hard. "You want to try something," I said. "This is good," he said. "I know, but wait." I pushed him off me and then got my boxers from the floor. I put them under my butt. I reached under my mattress and got the lube. I lubed up his dick and in between my legs. I centered myself on my boxers. "What are those for?" "I don't want a big wet spot on my sheets." I lay down and then pulled him on top of me. He looked at me. I reach between us and moved his dick in between my legs and then closed them tight, crossing my legs at my knees. His legs fell on both sides of my legs. He lay still. I reach around him, putting my hands on his butt cheeks and pushed him into me; his dick slide between my legs. "Oh wow," he said. "That felt good." He began to slowly hump me. He put his arms under my arms and then gripped my shoulders and began to thrust forward. I wrapped my arms around him and held him. His face was buried in my neck. He kept thrust and breathing hard and saying, "Oh wow." It felt good to have him on top of me. "Take your time, if you want," I whispered. He nodded, and slowly thrust into me. "This feels great," he whispered. "Fuck, Jeff, you feel so good," I nodded, and held him. Sometimes I crave this kind of physical closeness with a guy. Not just any guy, it never feels like that to me. My body seems to be connected to the affection part of me, which is connected the familiarity part of me. He was getting loud, "Shhhh," I whispered. He was gripping me hard and he began thrusting hard. "Yeah, do it," I said. Then his head came up from my neck and he again thrust his tongue into my mouth. Then he gripped my hair, locked my head into place and kept kissing me deep and thrusting. I could feel his body tensing. "Shhhhh." He sunk his head into my neck, still holding onto my hair. His body began to tense. He thrust hard into me and then I felt a warm liquid shooting into my crotch as his dick slammed into me and then slid down toward my ass crack; more liquid, more thrusting, more hair grabbing and heavy breathing. I held him tight. Finally, his body relaxed. I could feel this cum moving down my legs. His chest was heaving up and down. I held him. He put his hand on my face and then turned my head toward him. I looked at him and he again started to kiss me. Soft, gentle, tongue licking lips type kisses. I held him; he was very relaxed and just lay on top of me. "Can we sleep like this?" he asked. I smiled and then kissed him. "No, you've got my wet with your cum." "How come we never did that before?" "Humping each other?" "No, kissing." I looked at him, and then said, "Dude, you talked about jerking, sucking, fucking, swallowing, tying you up and spanking you, sex with your brother and I don't remember what else, but you never mentioned kissing." "I never thought about it. I like it. It was different. You kiss different than a girl." "Get off me." He moved. "You going to analyze my kissing now." I grabbed the boxers and then wiped his cum from between my legs. "No. But it was different." I knew what he meant. I've found that guys kiss different from woman. "How was it different?" "It was sexy, passionate, hungry, fuckin' hot," he said. I laughed. "I really liked it." "And, no you can't sleep with me, get in your own bed." He leaned over me as I lay down and kissed me using his tongue. I kissed him back. I love kissing. Then he got back in his bed. "Night, Jeff." "Good night, Nick," I whispered. "I liked kissing you, too." "I know, I could tell," he said, and laughed. "Asshole." I hope you guys are enjoying this story. Again, I really didn't have time to proof this story as much as I would have liked to, so please forgive the typos, etc. Thanks to all of you who have let me know that you are enjoying the story. Email me at ImJeff0882@aol.com I'd love to hear from you.