0 comments/ 7148 views/ 4 favorites My Brother and His Boyfriend Ch. 02 By: londonganymede * PART 1: NOAH (1/2) * Going through college applications made me look back at my high-school experience, and I realized I'd been pretty fortunate. Even though I was gay and kinda nerdy, I was never majorly bullied or harassed. Having Aaron to hang out with, both in and out of school, definitely helped. That is, until a few weeks ago, when he started dating Lars and now all he wanted to do was make out and fuck whenever they got the chance. The weekend I had to spend with them at my mom's apartment was either heaven or hell – I couldn't decide. As soon as Lars walked in they locked themselves up in mom's room and I could hear them going at it. I pretended to watch a show with my headphones on, but I was too curious not to listen in. The apartment was small and they were loud, it was almost like being in the same room. Lars was the more vocal one and I could soon tell it was he who was being fucked by my brother. As his "fuck me's and "fuck me harder's echoed around the apartment, I looked down and realized my dick was rock-hard. I rubbed it gently through my jeans, rubbing the head which was already leaking precum. I knew that if I kept this going I would cum. So I stopped. I put my hand away, closed my eyes, and tried to meditate my erection away. That's when the shouting got even louder. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" I heard my brother scream. I took a deep breath, eyes still closed, and it felt like I would cum without even touching my cock. But I didn't. The noise died down and I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection in the TV for a few seconds, before going back to my show. That night I was awoken twice by Aaron and Lars fucking in the next room. Each time I was hard, and each time I listened in but tried to ignore my erection. I don't know why I was denying myself a chance to cum; I jerked off daily to online porn. But this felt different. The next morning I was the first person up, and took the dog for a walk. When I came back I saw Lars in the kitchen making breakfast, in the smallest tightest pair of underwear I'd ever seen on a guy. He invited me to join him and I tried not to stare overtly as he stretched in front of me. I could make out the size and shape of his dick perfectly, and I could tell he shaved all his pubic hair cause otherwise it would've all been showing. When Noah joined us and the two started making out, I took that as my cue to leave. In the living room, even with the TV on, I could still hear them making out on the kitchen table. I wasn't sure what they were doing, but when I heard my brother scream out "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum!" I had a pretty good visual. I couldn't believe that happened on the other side of the room divider, without even a door separating us. "Lovely day, isn't it?" I heard Noah say and I turned around. He was standing in the living room in just his boxers, with a visible bulge and a huge grin on his face. "Anyway, I better go shower." I left the two by themselves for the rest of the day, I went to Starbucks and worked on some homework. That night, they must've been tired cause they went to the bedroom but I didn't hear any noise. A few days later, we were home from school early. Aaron and Lars were going shopping, and they came over so Aaron could take some money. "So Noah," Lars said and sat down next to me on the couch. "Tell me about yourself." "Um, we go to the same school and you're dating my brother, you already know everything about me, Lars." "Of course not," he contradicted. "Like, are YOU seeing anyone? Who are you hooking up with?" "N-no one," I started to blush. "Well we need to change that," he said and pulled up his phone. "Where are you even looking?" "What do you mean? Nowhere." "Like, you're not on Grindr?" he said and tapped an icon. "Oh. No." Of course I knew all about Grindr, but I never made a profile and put myself out there. "And why do you even have that, you're with Aaron?" "Oh, it's always nice to know who's cruising around the neighborhood," Lars smiled. "The other day I saw this headless torso that I swear belongs to Hickman, my Lit teacher." "Anyway, there's no need for that," I told him. "You and Aaron didn't even meet that way, and..." "Yes, but we're an exception. And c'mon, if you're single what's the harm? You and Aaron are identical, right?" "Right..." I said apprehensively. "Great," he said and I saw him pull up a photo of Aaron on his phone. He was shirtless, with a cocky smile, and pulling down the waistband of his jeans. "You can't put that on there!" "Relax," Lars said and fought me off as I tried to grab his phone. "It's just for a few hours, to see what type of messages you get. I'll delete it tonight, I promise." I was really not in the mood to fight with anyone, and it was on Lars's own phone anyway, so I just went back to what I was doing as he got up and said he'd be back later. * PART 2: AARON * Lars's main problem with me seemed to be my choice of underwear. He said boxers were too "hetero," and if I had to wear any underwear I needed something sexier. "And I know just where to take you," he said. So one day when we got to leave school early, we went downtown together. I knew there was a small gay neighborhood around there, but I'd never paid much attention. Now I noticed all the rainbow flags in shop windows, some more discreet than others. "By the way, like twenty guys so far think you're hot," Aaron said and showed me his phone. "I made a Grindr profile for Noah and put up your picture. Now he's getting all these messages." "Nice," I smiled, as we headed straight to the store with the biggest rainbow flag. "Hey Lars," we were greeted as soon as we walked in. "Hi Tony, how you doing?" I looked around and I was confused. Was this place a clothing store or a sex shop? There was a lot of underwear and t-shirts all around, but I also saw dildos, handcuffs, and a bunch of porn mags and DVDs. "This is the famous Aaron." "Oh really?" the cashier said. "Good to see you finally. I guess Lars wasn't making you up after all." "Just how often do you come here?" I asked Lars, but he just shooed me away. He took me to the rack, and picked up a bunch of undies before I even had the time to look. "Now, this stuff's pretty pricey, but there's always some stuff on sale, so let's see." I looked around; there was another couple there (two gorgeous bodybuilders), and a couple of older men browsing around in the porn section. Then Lars came and pushed me in a fitting room, basically just a curtain in the middle of the store that went around a mirror. "Now these are half off and they're hot. What do you think?" He held up one pair of briefs and a jockstrap. They reminded me of the underwear I'd seen him prance around in, and I had to admit it made him look hot. I was getting a hard-on just thinking about it. "And I got you a shirt and some gym shorts that you can try on. C'mon." The fitting room was too small for two people but Lars wasn't bulging. He just stood there with a smile on his face. "Oh you're loving this, ain't ya?" "I'm just tryna help you out," he said as I undressed, and took off everything other than my boxers. I put the tank top on and I was surprised how well it fit me. It was cut in a way that made my pecs look much bigger than they actually were. The shorts Lars handed me were ridiculously small, shorter than my boxers even. "I can't even try those on," I said. "Here's the deal, if you promise you'll wear them, I'll get them for you." "Okay..." "And since we know we're getting them, you can try them on with no underwear now." I smiled and saw where he was going with this. I dropped my boxers, and stood there naked, with my dick half-hard. "Here," he said and handed me the shorts with one hand, and squeezed my balls with the other. I pulled them on as best I could, with my dick sticking out. They barely covered my ass cheeks, and I wouldn't be able to freeball in them because my dick and balls would flop right out. "You got nice legs, you should show them off," he said and started caressing my thigh, but quickly moving on up to my nipples. "Fuck, get these off," I said and pulled the shorts down, as my dick started to get wet. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how horny are you right now?" Lars whispered, playing with my nipples and the head of my dick. "A fucking 20," I replied. "Well then..." he said and pulled the back of his jeans down, exposing his bare ass. "What're you doing?" "I thought this might come in handy," he said and pulled out a condom and a small packet of lube. "Lars, you're fucking insane." "C'mon. I've heard stories from Tony, and trust me we wouldn't be the first people fucking in here." He looked at me a grinned again, and when he looked at me with those eyes, Lars got anything he wanted. I pulled on the condom and lubed up nicely. I was hoping Lars's hole would be nice and open, so he wouldn't make much noise. He leaned against the mirror and I got behind him. His ass was soft like always, and so inviting. I teased his hole for a second with my fingers, and I heard him purr but try not to make any noise. Then I went in. "Fuck," he said, reached back, and grabbed the back of my head. We had done this so many times now, we sort of had a routine. I started to fuck Lars, aware you could see our feet through the gap between the curtain and the floor, aware we were taking far too long in the fitting room, but I didn't care. All I cared about was to dump a load while in Lars's ass. Lars arched his back and pushed up against me with his ass. I started to fuck him faster, trying not to make too much noise slapping against his ass. He started to moan as quietly as he could and it was turning me on. I went on for another minute or two and I grabbed Lars's hand, put it behind his neck and into my mouth. I bit into it, strongly, as I came, trying not to make any noise. "Fuck," he said as I pulled out. "Sorry," I said. "Hope I didn't hurt you." "No worries," he said, rubbing his hand. "That was hot." * PART 3: NOAH (2/2) * Later that evening, Aaron and Lars came back home and Lars tossed me his phone. "Here, Mr. Popular. It's all the messages you got." I checked and saw 32 unread messages. "This isn't even me!" I said. "It's a picture of Aaron." "Whatever, you look the same. Just see what they have to say. We'll be in the other room watching a movie. Just bring me my phone back when you're done." I scrolled through the messages and ignored most of them. There were a lot of dick pics and messages like "top or bttm?" But one did catch my eye, from a guy with a bulky torso and a handsome face. It just said: "New or visiting?" He'd sent it 45 minutes ago. "Um, hi," I texted back, against my better judgment. "What do you mean?" I figured he wouldn't even reply because too much time has passed. But he texted back a minute later. "Never seen u on here before," the text said. "Which means ur either visiting or fresh meat," said the next. "LOL," I typed, but then deleted it. This guy was 32, and I didn't wanna come off as a kid. "I live here," I said. "I just haven't used Grindr before." "U got anymore pix?" "No, sorry," I said, thinking this might be the end of it. "You?" To my surprise, he sent me two more photos. One of him in a business suit, looking stern and almost intimidating. The other of him shirtless in a locker room. He was tall, black, with a bit of a gut but also a huge chest, and very big nipples. "Nice," I said, unsure of what else is appropriate. "I can send you more pics if you give me your number. I can't really text much on Grindr." He went quiet for a few minutes. Just as I was about to give up, I got a message with his number. "My name's Noah, btw," I replied. "Darnell." I saved his number in my phone, deleted all the messages on Grindr, and went and gave Lars his phone back. Darnell and I exchanged a couple of messages that evening. It turned out he lived right around the corner from my mom's place, in a building famous for its luxury condos, that I passed every time I was there. I seemed to be the one asking all the questions, so I started to feel uncomfortable and think he wasn't really interested. "I gotta go now," he said, confirming my doubts. But then... "What r u doing Friday evening?" "No plans so far, why?" I said. "U can come over for a drink," he said. "Or whatever." Normally I wouldn't even consider anything like that. I don't know what it is that made me feel safe, probably the fact I knew his building had a doorman and I'd have to check in, which probably meant this guy wasn't a psycho. "Sure," I texted back. "I'd love to." That Friday, I told my mom I wanted to see a movie in her neighborhood so I'd be spending the night there. I walked to Darnell's building, clutching my phone, half-hoping he'd text to cancel last minute. I was downtown and the city was buzzing with people celebrating the weekend. The doorman greeted me with a smile and gave me directions how to get to "Mr. Carter's" apartment. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Well come on in," Darnell said when he opened the door. He looked just like in his pictures, maybe a bit shorter. "I have to say, I'm surprised you showed up after all," he said. He was wearing a nice suit with his shoes off, his socked feet gliding on the hardwood floor. The apartment was gorgeous, lots of leather and glass – a rich man's bachelor pad. "A lot of guys are flaky." "Not me," I said, standing awkwardly, still unsure what I was doing here. "Here, sit down. You want a drink? As long as you promise not to report me for serving a minor." "No... I mean, yes, I'll have a beer." "You ever had scotch?" he smirked. "Not that I know of." "Oh, you'll know if you have. Here, I'll make yours watered down." I saw him pour a drink in a glass full of ice, and add some water to it. He handed it to me, and grabbed an identical glass he'd been drinking out of. "Cheers," he said. "Now, why did you agree to come here?" he asked matter-of-factly. "Um, I don't know, just hang, I guess." "D'you like sucking dick?" I was taken aback. "I guess... I mean, I do." I'd only sucked off two other guys before. "Would you like to suck mine?" he said, grabbing his crotch. I swallowed. My throat was dry, so I took a sip of the scotch, but it burned my throat. "Y-yes," I said, finally. "Good. You'll have to get it hard first, though," he said and reached for a remote. He turned on the stereo, and I was surprised to hear loud classical music playing. Darnell unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Get to it." Even though it might sound like an order, the way he said it made it sound more like an invitation. I was turned on by his attitude, and from what I could see his dick looked gorgeous. Even soft, it was very thick. I got on my knees and started jerking him off and playing with his balls. I tried to think of blowjobs I'd seen in porn. Darnell got hard fast. His dick was thick, its head pink, and I wondered if I could even take all of it in my mouth. I took a deep breath and started sucking him. All I could hear was the music playing, my eyes closed. Darnell wasn't moving a muscle other than his hips, gently. That is until he really started to get hard, and he grabbed my hair and pushed my head down. "You like that?" he asked. I choked for a second, but I nodded my head. He pushed it down again. His dick was hitting the back of my throat, as I was trying to cover my teeth and not hurt him. This went on for a while. Suddenly, he pushed me away and got up. "Lie back on the couch," he said. I did. He stood next to me, put my head on the armrest, and started fucking my mouth, holding my face with both his hands. "Fuck yeah. Suck that dick. Choke on it, boy!" My own dick was hard by this point as well, and I started playing with it. But after a couple of minutes, I stopped, and focused on Darnell's dick in my mouth. His balls were slapping my chin, and I was hungry for his cum. "You're a good cocksucker," I heard him say. "A good little cocksucker." At this point, I was numb to all pain in my throat, and wanted this to go on forever. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum. You're gonna make me cum!" Darnell yelled, and pulled out. I opened my eyes and wanted him back in my mouth, but I saw him jerk himself off and cum in his left hand. He was twitching all over, breathing heavily. As soon as he'd cum, he pulled out a tissue from the holder on the table, and wiped his hands clean. Then, he stared at my eyes. I started to think he'd ask me to leave so I got up, dick still hard. "Your turn now," he said and did something that surprised me: he got on his knees. He didn't take my dick in his mouth, but he bowed his head all the way down down, and put his hand on my upper thigh, right next to my balls. I started jerking myself off. I was so turned on, it didn't take me more than a minute to come close. Just then, Darnell moved his hand up and quickly, without warning, pushed him thumb up against my asshole. "Fuck," I screamed and started to cum. I shot all over his back, my whole body twitching like never before, his finger tightly in my hole. I breathed out and relaxed as he got up. "Sorry about your suit," I said nervously. "Don't worry about it, dry-cleaning will take care of that. You need a shower?" "Um, my mom lives right around the corner..." I said, not sure if this was it. "Yeah. Well, nice having you here." Yup. I grabbed my jacket and left unceremoniously. My Brother and His Boyfriend Ch. 03 • PART 1: LARS • "Mmm, good morning, babe," I turned around and gave my boyfriend a kiss. Aaron had finally found the guts to ask his dad if he could spend the night at my place and he had agreed. My parents, of course, had nothing against it. So there we both lay in my twin-sized bed, naked, with our arms around each other. "Morning," he said with a smile, squinting his eyes. "Shit, it's late, we gotta be in school in less than an hour," I said checking the time. I got out of bed, walked to the door and heard Aaron say, "You're just gonna go out like that?" "Of course, I live here." I walked to the bathroom and washed up. Feeling groggy, I headed to the kitchen, still naked, hoping there'd be some coffee there. "Finally, I was coming to wake you up," my dad said in Norwegian. We had moved to the States for my mom's new hot-shot job; and for now he was a stay-at-home dad responsible for the house and chauffeuring us around. In his Levi's and New Balance shoes, he really pulled off "all-American dad" pretty well. "Hurry up, I can drive you to school." "Good morning," I heard Aaron say as he walked in the kitchen barefoot. I noticed he'd dared to be a bit more risqué than usual, wearing only the short shorts I got him the other day and a flimsy tank top. "Morning," I said again and gave him a big kiss. He tried to pull back after a second, but I held him back and carried on for at least five more seconds, thrusting my tongue in and out of his mouth. My cock did a little twitch. "You guys have a quick bite to eat and we can go, I'll go get everything else ready," Dad said and walked out. "Oh I want a bite of something, but it's not breakfast," I said smiling. "Come here," I said and pulled Aaron by the hand, taking him to the living room. I fell back on the couch and pulled him on top of me. "We have to go," he reminded me. "We will, in a couple of minutes," I said and kissed him. "You know how I get in the morning." We started kissing passionately and after a couple of minutes we were both fully hard. I could feel both of our dicks wedged next to each other against our bellies. We kissed as Aaron played with my nipples and I slid my right hand down his shorts and gave his ass a squeeze. "C'mon, time to go," we heard my dad say, standing in the living room. I felt Aaron's whole body jump, but I didn't move a muscle, not even my hand down his shorts. "A few more minutes, Dad, please," I begged. "FIVE minutes, and not a second more," he said and walked out of the room. "Dude, what the fuck?" Aaron asked. "I think five minutes is more than enough for us." "But your dad..." "What, you think he was never 18?" I grabbed his head and pulled him back into a kiss; we had no time to waste. He lay on top of me and we both kissed with our eyes closed, as we reached for our dicks and started jerking ourselves off. I started kissing him more aggressively, as I jerked my dick and squeezed Aaron's ass to pull him closer. After a minute, we both looked at each other's eyes and knew we were ready. "Don't be too loud," he said. We both came at the same time, trying to maintain eye contact and not moan too loudly. Aaron's cum dripped down on my belly, as did mine. "Okay, time's up," Dad walked in and said, as Aaron slumped down on me, our bellies stuck together by a puddle of cum. "Get dressed and we're going." "Right away," I said as he left, and I grabbed some tissues. "No time for a shower, I guess." I scooped up some of our mixed cum, and put my finger in Aaron's mouth. • PART 2: ELI • It was turning out to be one of the most stressful weeks at the office in a long time. I was so busy that I felt like I had no time for anything else. Luckily, my sons seemed capable of taking care of themselves. Noah seemed obsessed with college applications, and Aaron was spending every free minute with his boyfriend, so I'm sure they were happy not to have Dad breathing down their necks. As for Kimberly, we'd only been seeing each other casually, but I still felt guilty for not having made any time to see her for a couple of weeks now. The e-mails were coming in faster than I could ever hope to reply to them, so I closed my browser in frustration. I looked at the pile of mail stacked on my desk, some of it backed up for weeks. I took a letter opener and started going through it, mostly invitations for events I had no intention of attending, most of which had already taken place. I opened a letter with the elegant logo of my upscale gym and almost discarded it, when I noticed it was a certificate for a free massage. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gotten a massage, it must've been years. This was turning out to be a hell of a day and it wasn't even noon yet, and if there was ever a time I needed a professional massage, it was now. I grabbed my phone and called up the spa. They said I was lucky, I would usually need to book much further in advance, but one therapist had a cancelation, so if I wanted to see Thiago at 7, he'd be able to see me. "Perfect," I replied. ______ I was so busy for the next few hours that I'd forgotten all about the appointment, until I got a reminder on my phone at 6:45. I took my glasses off, rubbed my eyes, and left the office. I only had to walk for one block to get to the gym, and I took the elevator to the top floor where the spa was. I was told to wait in the waiting room, equipped with magazines, cucumber water and soft music, and Thiago would be right with me. I'd only gotten a few massages when I was younger, and they were all by female therapists. Well, the word "therapist" is a bit generous, as some of them were at some pretty seedy parlors, offering the release I needed when I felt particularly horny. This was completely different, though. I was approached by a handsome Brazilian who looked to be around 30, with perfect teeth, a dark complexion, and a smooth soft voice. He took me to the massage room, which was very small, but elegant. He asked if there was any part I'd like him to focus on; I said the back of my neck and my legs (I'd been doing a lot of cardio lately to shake some weight off, without stretching properly afterwards, for which I was now paying the price). Thiago left the room and I undressed, lay down on my stomach, and covered my butt with the soft white towel provided. As I lay there naked, listening to the relaxing music playing, I exhaled deeply and already felt myself starting to relax. He came back a couple of minutes later, adjusted the towel around my butt, and started by rubbing some warm oil on my shoulders. He asked if the pressure was right. "Feel free to go as hard as you can," I moaned. Their strategy of offering you a free massage so you come back for more totally worked on me. Ten minutes in, I had already decided I would make this a bi-weekly occurrence. I could tell Thiago had had years of training, he was hitting all the right spots on my neck and back. I was starting to audibly moan with pleasure. "Aww," I yelled particularly loudly, as he hit a knot on my back. "Sorry," I apologized a few seconds later. "Don't worry," he said, still in his relaxing smooth voice. "You can be as loud as you want, these walls are soundproof." He moved down my back and I started to sweat. The oil had the nice scent of honey, which filled up the room. As he kept moving down, Thiago let his fingertips go inside my towel the tiniest bit, meeting my buttocks and working on my lower back. After a few minutes, I heard him move and felt him pick up one of my feet. I hadn't realized my feet had been in constant discomfort until now. As he started rubbing them, I finally felt the pleasure of being fully relaxed, and my moans were constant by now. Thiago moved up to my calves, and then my thighs, which were also in desperate need of a good rubdown. As his fingers gripped my big hairy thighs, I felt all my knots disappear. He would reach everywhere, and to feel him touch the inside of my thighs sent shivers to other parts of my body as well. Then, he took the towel, unwrapped it, and uncovered one side of my buttock, letting himself work up from my thighs all the way to my lower back. His fingers would touch my ass, which I'd never let another man do up to that point. I felt a slight stir in my dick, and I hoped not to get an erection while on the massage table. Thiago did my other buttock as well, and then asked me to turn over. He made sure the towel was set and in its place, and went to massaging the front of my legs again. As he started at the bottom and worked his way up, his touch kept sending more jolts to my dick. His fingers reached up, less than an inch away from my balls. Before I knew it, I realized I was fully hard. I opened my eyes for the first time since the massage had started and looked down. Sure enough, I had a visible tent in my towel, very obviously erect. "I'm sorry," I muttered quietly. "No problem," Thiago said while still rubbing my legs. "Happens all the time." Before I closed my eyes again, I saw Thiago make eye contact for a split second. I decided he's perfect for this job, not only because of what he can do with his fingers, but also because of his soft-spokenness and warm look in his hazel eyes. Thiago washed his hands and finished off with a scalp massage, which really was the cherry on top of a perfect hour. He left me to change back into my clothes, and I saw a small piece of dark chocolate and a thank-you note on the counter. I walked out, surprised and disappointed to find the outside world the same as it had been an hour ago. I left a $100 tip for Thiago at the reception, and walked out. ______ Once in the street, I reached for my phone to make a call. "Hello, Kim?" "Why hello there, stranger!" I heard her always-cheerful voice exclaim. "Listen, I'm sorry I suck at this getting-back-in-touch thing, you can't even imagine how busy we've been at work. I know it's really spontaneous, but I was wondering, if you're not doing anything, if you wanna meet for a drink tonight?" A few seconds of silence. "A drink or a fuck?" she asked, seeing right through me. "Well, I was hoping both," I said with a smile. "Let me get dressed, I can meet you downtown in about 40 minutes. Text me the name of the place." My Brother and His Boyfriend Ch. 04 Disclaimer: So far my stories have only featured males, and this will continue to be the case for the most part. Part 3 of this chapter introduces Eli's girlfriend Kimberly; if you're so uninterested in women that you don't even want to read about it, you might want to skip that part. ***** • PART 1: AARON • I've wanted to join Lars's gym for months now, but I was usually too busy to drive all the way downtown like he did just to go there. This week, my dad was away for business, so I was staying with my mom and decided to hit the gym with Lars on Saturday. We met in front of the gym; it was a sunny day and Lars greeted me with a huge smile and a passionate kiss. He got me a guest pass at the reception, and we went downstairs to the locker room. I felt a bit disoriented at this new place, but Lars was right at home. He took all his clothes off before I'd even unzipped my bag and stood next to me. "I really want to work on my abs more," he said, patting his hairless stomach. He had a visible six-pack, but like me he was still quite skinny. "Aha," I said, looking at him and grinning. It was the weekend and the locker room was full, with three other men changing right next to us. "That and my obliques, these muscles here," Lars said, pointing with his index fingers and making a V shape down his lower belly, going down to his smooth shaved cock. "That would be dope." "Yeah," I said, pulling on my jockstrap before I got hard in front of everyone. "Really dope." Lars grinned at me one last time, and pulled on his shorts (no underwear) and a tank top. We went out to the gym floor. I headed straight to a treadmill, mostly because I didn't know my way around and it was the simplest thing to do. I watched Lars go around and say hi to some people, a couple of the trainers who worked there. They, like most of the clientele, were visibly gay. The gym was loud with thumping music, so I couldn't talk to Lars too much when I was done with the treadmill. We grabbed a bench and took turns, Lars teasing me and grabbing his crotch whenever no one was looking. After a while, we went to one of the mats so he could do some crunches. I stood next to him and could see his entire dick and balls up the leg of his short shorts, which was exactly what he was trying to show off. We soon got frustrated with how crowded the place was, so we decided to hit the showers and head out. We undressed in the locker room and wrapped towels around our waists, when Lars said we should go to the steam room first. The steam room was a tiny one next to the showers in the men's locker room. There were only two other men there, one with a towel wrapped around his waist and the other wearing board shorts. Lars unwrapped his towel, laid it on the top bench and lay on it, opposite the two men. The one wearing the shorts got up and left, and there were only the three of us left. "So you like this?" Lars asked, lying on his back and looking my way. "Not too hot for you?" "No," I said, pretending I was more comfortable then I actually was. "Just hot enough." We were sweating within seconds. Lars closed his eyes, and started rubbing the sweat all over his torso. He went to his arms and legs next, and then moved his dick a few times, first to the right, then to the left. He opened his eyes and looked at me and the only other man there. He looked to be in his early 40s, but had a decent body and salt-and-pepper hair. He gave a faint smile when Lars made eye contact with him. Lars closed his eyes again and went back to rubbing himself. He started with his chest, went down his stomach, and then grabbed his dick and balls. He was getting hard, and even though it wasn't easy to see in the steam room, our new buddy and I looked at Lars and enjoyed the view. Lars was fully hard by now. He was squeezing his balls with his right hand and going up and down his shaft with his left. The heat was getting too much for me but I couldn't leave. My heart was pumping hard and I wasn't sure if it was the heat or the show. I was also hard now, and I glimpsed at the other man's towel to see he was as well. Lars started to arch his back and moan in ecstasy. I only took my eyes off him to look at the door, to make sure no one would bust in. His movement was getting quicker and quicker. His moans got louder and I saw his toes curl up. Then, I got up quickly, went to Lars and squeezed his balls, also pushing on his perineum and almost slipping my finger in his ass. He yelled out "Fuck," as four or five shots of cum shot out of his dick, hitting his stomach, his face, and the bench he was on. My heart was pounding so fast I almost lost consciousness. I stormed out of the steam room like I was being chased, and ran to the nearest shower, which was thankfully just a few feet away. I turned on the cold water and breathed in deeply, as my body started to cool down. I was still hard and grabbed my dick and started to jerk off. I came within seconds, shooting on my feet and the tiles. I stood there for a few minutes, just letting the cold water run down my body. I washed everything off and met Lars next to our lockers. "Well that was fun," he whispered with a smile, toweling himself dry. "That guy said he felt like he should leave me a tip." • PART 2: NOAH • After hooking up with Darnell I got Grindr on my phone, but he and I never talked again. There were never many guys around when I was at the house, but I was staying at my mom's for a few days and there were always plenty of new guys in that neighborhood. I started chatting to a guy named Tim one day. He was only a year older, thin and blond, which was a nice change from all the older guys who tried to hit me up. He went to St. George's University nearby, and came to the city whenever he could. Texting with Tim was nice. He always replied quickly and made me smile. For a few days, we'd wake up in the morning to emoji-filled texts from the other person. We'd send each other photos of our food or books we were reading, as opposed to nude pics. But we'd never managed to meet in person, which is why when I'd heard Dad was going away for business, I knew I had to invite Tim over. When the day came, I told my mom I had to pick up some books at Dad's, and instead I picked up Tim and drove to the empty house. I was worried the ride would be awkward (we'd just met and we were sitting in a car together, not even facing each other) but it went okay. Tim had sent me plenty of selfies and I was happy to see his smile was just as nice in person. When we got to the house, he didn't want to drink anything other than soda, so I gave him one and played some music. He started talking to me about school, but I felt like we should be doing something more. This was a rare chance for us to be alone together. So I went up to him and started kissing him. At first, he seemed a bit nervous, but after a few seconds he relaxed. I took both of our shirts off, and reached for his belt, when he asked me to stop. "Can't we just hang out?" he asked. I was stunned. "Sure. It's just, we met on Grindr, so I thought you wanted to..." "Yeah," he said awkwardly. "It's just... The drive here took longer than I thought and it's getting late, so we probably need to head out soon." "Yeah," I said, feeling embarrassed and wishing this would all be over as soon as possible. "I said I'd be back soon as well. "Maybe we should head out." "Sure," he said and put his shirt back on. The ride back was the most awkward car ride I'd ever seen. • PART 3: ELI • The main reason my ex-wife and I got a divorce was the complete lack of sex. After a few years of both of us trying to make money and run after the kids, things slowed down to the point of complete abstinence. We tried to rekindle it, but it just felt awkward and embarrassing. That was when we decided we're better of separating, while we're still young enough to have a shot with other people. She found someone within the year, and they've been together ever since. Me, not so much. I buried myself in work. I went to trendy bars full of sexy younger women. I'd buy them a few drinks, we'd fuck, and then usually never hear back from each other again. I realized Kimberly was the one who'd stuck around the longest. We both came from similar, strict families, but we'd gone two very different ways. She rebelled against her conservative Korean parents, falling out with them completely when she told them she's bisexual. She was an artist, as were most of her friends, and I had no idea just how many tattoos and body piercings she had. I wore a suit 70% of my time, and had the office with the big windows on the top floor. Windows I sometimes felt like jumping out of. We didn't consider ourselves to be exclusive, even though she was the only woman I was having sex with (something that didn't go both ways, I had a feeling). She was adventurous and introduced me to a lot of new things, something I loved about her, even though it took me out of my comfort zone. After all, I had a family and a high-stakes job, so I had to be discreet. Kim and I never fought, mostly because she never took anything too seriously. Our first fight ever happened when she invited me to visit some friends of hers in New York with her... for a sex party. "What's the big deal?" she'd said. "It's not like you know anyone there." "Kimberly, you gotta understand, I have to be careful. I don't even know what the fuck a 'sex party' is supposed to be." "Just come with me, it'll be fun. And you don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with." "But I'm uncomfortable with going in the first place. If you wanna go so bad, just go, okay?" "Without you?" "Yes. I assume you still fuck around with others, so just go, have fun." As soon as I'd said it, I knew it was a mistake. Kim didn't get upset, she just asked me to leave. For a week, I felt it eating at me. Work was a good distraction, until it got stressful and I felt even worse. I tried to book a massage with Thiago, but he was all booked for the next two weeks. Finally, I had to call Kimberly. "Listen," I said, half-surprised she'd picked up when I called her after work one evening. "I don't do this often, but I have to apologize. I don't think saying you 'fuck around' was quite fair." "No, it wasn't." Pause. "Do you even know why I wanna take you to that party so much?" "You're into that sort of stuff..." "Kinda," she said, "but that's not it. I want you to come out of your shell. That's what I keep tryna crack! You're unhappy, I can tell. When work is over, and if you don't have your family there to distract you, you don't like your life. And you're paranoid about trying out new things that might make you happy, as if you're the President and you got people watching your every move. Next year, your kids will be off to college and you'll be all alone then. Now, do you wanna live a little, or find yourself on your deathbed in a few years looking back at all the things you wish you'd done?" "A: You're extremely dramatic," I said, "but you're onto something. And B: I'm not ready to give you up as a part of my life yet. And I have a feeling that'll happen unless I cave in this time. So I'm caving in. We can go to New York." ______ I packed a bag, and told my sons I'm going to New York for work. I got Kim and me a nice hotel room, where we spent our entire first day in bed. She blindfolded me, handcuffed me to the bed, and told me to relax and let her lead the way. The following day, we walked around Manhattan, and ended up a bar getting drinks before the party. "It'll be just like any other party," Kimberly reassured me. "Only... everything goes." We took a cab to Astoria, and got to the house where the party was after midnight, even though they'd told us we can be there at 8. It was hosted by two men Kim used to hang out with, who had moved to New York recently. They were a couple, but "not gay," as she put it. "Hi!" we were greeted by the guy who opened the door, completely naked. I was relieved. Kim had a gorgeous body, and I worried I might look like a troll next to all her friends. This guy looked perfectly average, awkwardly boney, with dark curly hair all over his body. By this point I was drunk; I drank like a fish at the bar and it was really starting to hit me. I vaguely remember Kim introducing me to the hosts, both fully naked, one of them the guy at the door and the other a similar guy with a huge piercing on the head of his dick that I tried not to stare at. We went to the living room, where two guys in their underwear and two topless women were sitting around chatting about rent prices. I seemed to be the oldest person there, but surprisingly enough, I didn't feel like I stuck out. Kimberly grabbed us beers and led me to the living room (even though it was her first time at the apartment, she moved around with the confidence of someone who knows where everything is). The living room was darker, and I could make out a few couples sitting in different corners, and I could hear them kissing over the tantric music playing silently. "Have a seat," she said and pushed me down on the couch. It was a large couch, with another couple sitting at the end, but they didn't acknowledge us. "Now, is this so scary?" she asked. "Not really," I admitted, and pulled at the collar of my t-shirt. I was thirsty, and a chug of my beer helped me relax. Kimberly sat on my lap with her legs spread open, facing me. Her fingers and long fingernails went through my hair, and she told me to close my eyes and relax. She started kissing me, mouth wide open, forcing my tongue out of my mouth, forbidding me from being timid. She only broke apart for a second to take her shirt off, and she took my hands and guided them to her back, hinting that I should unhook her bra. I heard movement on the other side of the couch and opened my eyes. The couple had moved, the woman was now lying on her back, her head only inches away from Kim's knee. The guy was standing up, ready to start fucking her. I'd never been in the presence of other people fucking, but I didn't want to stare. I looked Kim in the eyes and undid her bra. Then I kissed her, full of confidence as I felt my dick get heard in my jeans. I pulled down her bra and started playing with her nipples, already hard at this point. I hear the other woman moan next to us, and I knew her partner had started fucking her because the whole couch was shaking - it was large but not very sturdy. Kim undid my zipper and gave my cock a squeeze. I picked her up and moved to the large wooden table in the middle of the room. I sat on it, and Kim went on her knees. I faced the couple fucking on the couch, as Kim sucked my cock. She knew exactly how to tease me, she'd get me hard, focus on the head, then let it go completely and just play with my balls for a minute. She kept alternating as I watched my first live sex show, my head buzzing from the alcohol and what was happening around me. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," I heard the guy from the couch exclaim. My dick was deep in Kim's throat and under her control. I wonder if she heard him as well, because just as he started yelling out while cumming, she made me cum in her throat and swallowed all of it, like always. I tried to keep quiet but I let out a yell. It made the other couple make eye contact with me for the first time, and they both smiled. "You... you're fucking insane," I told Kim, pulling her up as she smiled and kissed me. I could taste my cum in her mouth. I zipped up my pants and she led us to the kitchen, still topless, to get some water. I drank my water staring at the wall, not wanting to talk to anyone else at the party. I asked Kim where the bathroom was and she said to try the hallway to the left. It was very narrow and dimly lit by the light coming out of the open bathroom door on the other end. I started walking in that direction when I realized there's someone else in the hallway. I squinted my eyes and saw the two guys whose house we were at. The one with the pierced dick was fucking the other one up the ass, while he was leaning down on the facing wall, creating a ramp in the hall. "Sorry, I have to go through," I said, desperate to piss. "Sorry, buddy," the pierced guy said, and picked his partner up, pulling him closer to himself. "There you go." I squeezed in to walk through, coming face-to-face with them for a split second. The bottom had his eyes closed the entire time, head tilted back in pleasure. The entire time, the top's hips kept thrusting back and forth, fucking him. I peed quickly, wondering what it'd be like to fuck or piss with a pierced dick. I flushed and went back in the hallway, where the two men were still at it, this time the top thrusting harder and the bottom moaning louder. I walked right by them, to the kitchen, and asked Kimberly if we could leave.