Hours later with his parents home and the smell of dinner in the house, Tim went downstairs to join the family. "Ma, can I use the pool Saturday when you and Dad are out?" Willie later asked, while passing the salad down the dinner table. "Yea, just keep it cleaned up," his father interjected, while his wife nodded. "Who are you having over?" Tim asked, quietly hopeful it would include Anthony or the Stewart brothers or about thirty other friends of his brothers who at one time or another he thought were very hot. "The usual guys," Willie said casually. "It's supposed to be near 90 all weekend, so a good day to break it in for the year." Tim knew that had to include Willie. His smile was unnoticed. "Make sure your brother and sister can have friends over too," their mother instructed. "It's for everyone to enjoy, especially if it's going to be ninety." Tim did not think he would be inviting any of his friends over that particular day, especially since he knew his sister would be on a cheerleading trip that weekend and there would be none of her girlfriends over. "And no diving," his father added sternly. Tim stared absentmindedly from his seat, looking out the deck windows towards the pool - imagining his brother's friends hanging out with only their trunks on. He swallowed his milk eagerly.
He was glad to hear the doorbell and then Anthony's voice later that evening. That usually meant Anthony and Willie would go down to the basement and watch TV instead of playing ball outside. Anthony was always fun to have over, but when their parents weren't around he knew Anthony could also be very x-rated in his conversation. The basement or the pool were always the places where he knew his brother and friends had the most privacy, and they would usually talk about sex - especially if there was something hot to be found on TV. Sure enough, that evening repeated the formula as Tim sauntered downstairs after downloading some songs in his room to find Willie and Anthony spread out in the basement watching a show about models on MTV. The plot was borderline soft porn, of course. Both had the look of desire in their eyes as they watched the show. After a brief argument with his brother over being able to watch the show, Tim won the argument and sat down next to Anthony on the sofa (instead of sitting in any of the other chairs in the room). Of all the boys Tim fantasized over, Anthony was the one Tim thought he had the best chance to actually have real sex with. And it wasn't because Anthony seemed gay - quite the opposite. He just seemed perpetually promiscuous, constantly talking about the relief he needed for his cock and how low his standards were if only he could get off each day. While he was always talking about girls, he had made more than one joke that suggested getting a blowjob from a guy to be fine with him too, and sometimes Tim noticed Anthony would have more eye contact with Tim than normal after saying such things. And Tim would always feel funny after those jokes. Obviously Anthony must have sensed something from him, Tim eventually decided, but it seemed a turn-on that if so Anthony always played it cool - never seeming interested but never seeming upset either. Anthony was around their house all the time and they had known each almost all their lives, even though Anthony was only Willie's friend and had always treated Tim like just a little kid (they were two years apart in age but always seemed further apart in their size and in their attitude). When Tim began to be interested in guys, he always felt that Anthony's would be the body he would get to explore (with his actual hands and mouth) first. On the other hand, however, Tim could not even begin to think what his brother would do if Tim told Anthony he was interested in him and then Anthony went and told his brother - or, worse, their parents. Even though he had sat in the basement and watched TV a thousand times before, Tim felt different as he sat himself next to Anthony on the sofa. Anthony did not say anything to him, and barely acknowledged Tim's presence as he continued to tell Willie what sounded like a pretty hot story about a girl in their high school. Tim again noticed how muscular Anthony had become, and loved to look at him as much as he could without seeming too obvious. Anthony was always joking and comfortable with everybody, and seemed to have an incredible amount of confidence. As Tim listened to Anthony telling his story (about trying to unfasten a girl's blouse in the back of a movie theater while she rubbed his crotch), he recognized that Anthony was not only very attractive but had a very sexual energy about him. He always seemed to be proud of his physique and seemed always ready, willing, and able for his next chance to get sex. At some point in Anthony's story, Tim noticed that Anthony's hand adjusted his crotch, and Tim stared at what was an obvious bulge in Anthony's jeans. The story grew hot, especially the way Anthony told it (about how he had unzipped his fly and tried coaxing this girl to go down on him). After a few minutes he finished his story (the girl turned him down and ended up walking out on him and the movie) and suddenly turned towards Tim. "I think your little brother likes looking at my cock," he said to Willie while grinning at Tim. Tim quickly looked up, staring guiltily at his brother and shaking his head in denial. "I saw you checking out my hard-on, man," Anthony said, surprisingly good-naturedly. Anthony spread his legs and placed a hand near his crotch, as if seeming to invite Tim to stare more. "I was not," Tim blurted. Both of the other teens laughed as Tim appeared to turn red. "Come on, Tim," Anthony said gleefully. His fingers now caressed his crotch. "You want to take it out and play with it?" "You better not!" Willie laughed, pointing at his brother. "You calling my brother queer?" he exclaimed to Anthony. "All Star 2005, nineteen home runs. That's twelve more than you. Tim is an All-American stud, right Tim?" "Yea," Tim said, glad to hear his brother come to his defense. He reached over and punched Anthony, liking the contact with his t-shirt and the feeling of his fist against Anthony's firm chest. With that, Anthony amiably reached an arm around Tim and began to pull him towards him. With his other hand he playfully grabbed the top of Tim's blond head, lightly pulling it down towards his legs. Tim twisted away and soon the two were giggling in a wrestling match on the floor in front of the couch. Willie joined in and the three were soon using the wrestling moves they had been learning at school. Anthony pinned Tim to the ground, only to be pulled onto the floor himself by Willie. Anthony was the strongest of the three, simply larger and taller than the two brothers and also with significantly more muscle from weight-lifting and sports. Tim lay on the floor privately aroused as he watched the dueling forms next to him. Willie's legs slid across the carpet as Anthony pinned him down, and with neither looking, Tim enjoyed the close-up view of Anthony's muscular thighs. He was also aroused at Anthony's thick arms flying over his brother's frame, and how Willie's hands could move so freely on Anthony's jeans and t-shirt as they wrestled. Tim threw himself back on the pile, a futile effort to pin either boy down but a great opportunity to run his hand up Anthony's leg and even put his face near Anthony's crotch. After a few more minutes, the sound of the basement door opened and the two brothers heard their mother yell down to them to stop the racket. When Willie protested, she ordered him upstairs. Quietly cursing, Willie pulled himself up from the floor and went up the stairs. Anthony still lay on the floor, briefly alone with his friend's little brother in the basement. Anthony looked at Tim and noticed Tim's eyes again dart down to Anthony's crotch. Both were still laughing and breathing heavily from the wrestling. Anthony moved a few inches across the floor towards Tim, who shifted away thinking Anthony was going to wrestle him again. Instead Anthony simply stared at him and proudly raised one leg so his crotch faced openly towards Tim. Tim's surprised eyes followed the movement, looking first at Anthony's beautiful jeans and then up at Anthony's hot face. Anthony raised his eyebrows invitingly and smiled broadly. Tim swallowed, nervously looking in Anthony's eyes to gauge whether Anthony was razzing him or serious. Anthony's face had a wide smile, which only seemed to be more inviting than ever. Tim looked down at Anthony's crotch again, which Tim now rubbed with his fingers. "You got a hot mouth," he whispered. "Just like your sister." The two looked at each other in silence. Anthony seemed to grow slightly serious and whispered encouragingly, "You should put it to use." This both annoyed and turned on Tim. More than a few people had commented that his full red lips and cute face were very similar to his sister Tammi's. He did not like being compared to a girl, and in this case it seemed to imply something very different about him than the masculine image he enjoyed with his friends at school. But alone in that basement, he could not help but feel turned on by the suggestion Anthony was making and knowing that it was what he had been wanting for a long time. "Shut up," Tim said good-naturedly. The sound of his brother coming back downstairs could be heard. Tim shook his head, not all that convincingly, but made a point of slowly licking his lips as the two continued to look at each other, then Tom glanced down at Anthony's crotch again. As he was doing it, Tim knew what it meant to lick his lips in such a way after what Anthony had just said. Willie looked at the two, having no idea of the interaction they had just exchanged. He flipped off the TV, kiddingly pointing Anthony towards the door. "My Mom says, 'go home,' man. It's 11 o'clock." The two brothers walked Anthony upstairs, Tim walking behind Anthony on the stairs to enjoy the view of Anthony's tight ass and thick legs. At the doorway Anthony turned to both brothers casually to wave goodbye. Tim had a throbbing erection as he enjoyed the last parting glance from Anthony, who nodded his head suggestively towards Tim as he closed the door behind him.
As the clock turned near 1:00AM and everyone in the house was asleep, a blue glow shown from Tim's room when he turned on his computer and sat down at his desk, shirtless in his pajama bottoms. Anthony's whispered comments to him that night in the basement had made him sleepless and horny, and he knew some quick pictures from the net would provide him some relief. As he quietly fiddled with his keyboard, he soon was clicking through the screens of innumerable gay porn sites and right-clicking pictures of guys and scenes beyond description. He slid off his pajamas, sitting in his chair with only his underpants on and rubbing his throbbing cock between every mouseclick. He leaned heavily against his chair, enjoying playing with himself as the pictures popped up. One particular picture, of a naked and hard Hal Rockland, put Tim over the edge. Tim did not know who Hal Rockland was, but was struck by how similar the guy on his screen looked to Anthony. As he savored the picture, his mind raced back to that evening's chemistry between him and the stud. Almost crazed, Tim pulled up AOL and Google and inexplicably began doing searches for guys named Anthony from his town who might have profiles. While he found plenty of Anthony's, none fit the description of a well-endowed 18 year-old who looked like a male porn star. Tim then typed in Anthony's last name, and soon found the familiar home address of his brother's friend (just a couple blocks away). Tim noticed the phone number with the record as well, and suddenly his heart began to pump wildly. He knew his dad's name was Anthony too, but he at least had found the right house. He toyed with the idea of calling up the number, in hopes of Anthony answering and the stud having an interest in connecting. It was crazy, he thought. Probably Anthony's parents would answer, and - with caller ID - he would not only get yelled at but would hear about it the next day when their mothers talked. Even if Anthony Jr. did pick up the phone, he had to be asleep and would therefore think Tim was nuts for calling so late. Worse, Anthony might get upset and tell everyone the next day that a gay 16 year-old was trying to hit on him the night before and that his name was Tim Hamilton. Still... there was that look that Anthony gave him before he left. And there seemed to be no question that Anthony was practically goading him to play with his cock when they were in the basement. Tim toggled back to his porn and stared at the Hal Rockland picture some more. Trembling, Tim jumped out of his chair and pulled his cell phone from the power outlet it was sitting in. As he stared at the blue number keys, he began to dial all but the last two numbers of the phone number. His cock was throbbing, even as his heart pounded and his skin became covered in goosebumps. He pressed another number on the phone. Staring at the computer screen, he finally pressed the final number. He listened to the ring.
The phone rang four times. With each ring, Tim's terror grew. On the fifth ring he hung up, clamping the phone shut and tossing it onto his desk both frustrated and relieved. Tim sat in the silence of his dark room. As he calmed down and stared at the closed phone on his desk, he realized how uncontrolled he had just been.
Thank goodness no one answered, he thought. Still horny, however, he began to flip through more pictures and settled back into his chair. He slowly stroked his cock and after a minute of this began to quietly gasp in pleasure. Suddenly his cell phone rang. It was the number he had dialed.
"Hello?" Tim whispered. "Who's this?" Thank God, it was not Anthony's mother or father but the hunk himself, sounding half asleep. Tim's heart leapt. He was thrilled, but also suddenly terrified. "Uh... it's Tim," he whispered. There was a pause. "Tim Hamilton?" Anthony asked. "Yea," Tim gasped expectantly. Tim hoped that just the obviousness of his call at one in the morning would have Anthony understand - especially as he was so nervous that he was unsure he could speak anything more. "What is it?" Anthony asked directly. Tim did not answer. "Hello?" Anthony asked, sounding somewhat angry. "What?" Tim stammered. "What do you mean, 'what?" Anthony said sharply, sounded much more awake now. "You just called me?" "Yea." "So what the fuck is it?" "I don't know," Tim stammered. "I mean... you know." "Huh?" Tim did not like the sound of Anthony's voice. He suddenly remembered how tough Tony could be when he wanted to. He froze in fear, unable to speak. "It's one in the morning," Anthony growled. "I know. I - I - I just figured I'd call you... after..." "After what?" Anthony asked, sounding genuinely puzzled. "After... you know... what you said to me tonight." Anthony caught on. "You mean about going DOWN on me?" he asked, incredulous, his voice immediately lowered. Tim did not say anything, now hearing the blood pounding in his ears from nervousness. "Does your brother know you're calling me?" "No," Tim replied certainly. "You won't tell, right?" "So you DO want to blow me then?" Tim swallowed but did not say anything. "Will you tell?" "So you DO want to blow me," Anthony now concluded instead of asking, then paused - seeming to either be just waking up now or to be processing something very complicated. After ten seconds of silence, Anthony asked again. "Speak to me. Are you looking to blow me tonight?" Again Tim pleaded. "Will you TELL... if, I mean, I... do." "No," Anthony said without hesitation, affirming Tim's longstanding belief that Anthony both wanted him to blow him and was very experienced in such thingsbeing kept secret. "Then,... sure," Tim's voice squeaked into the phone, sounding ridiculously casual. Anthony made a noise, as if half laughing. Tim could tell he was sitting up and wide awake at this point. Speaking much more quietly, Anthony asked, "So you want to do it NOW, is that why you couldn't just tell me the next time I'm over there?" "Yep," Tim said much more seriously, now sounding as if he had just confessed to a capital crime. "Holy fuck!" Anthony quietly exclaimed. "So you ARE a cocksucker." Tim did not say anything. Anthony continued. "I always knew it. I figured I'd be fucking your face sooner or later." Tim was surprisingly happy to hear that, and glad Anthony's response was not a flat-out 'no.'. "So?" he said, sounding almost casual about it. "So? It's almost one in the morning, dude. I'm not meeting up with you now. Are you crazy?!" Tim did not say anything. "I'm just..." Tim stammered. "Yea?" "I'm just reeeealy horny, that's all." "Horny for my big cock? The one you were checking out tonight?" "Yea." There was more silence. He could tell Anthony was considering the situation, and hopefully beginning to get horny himself. Tim took a deep breath. "So, I would like to do something NOW." "Just to be clear," Anthony whispered, "You are talking about you just going down on me, right? Not me doing anything to you, or kissing or shit? 'Cause I have no interest in doing anything with you." Anthony's seemed intently interested in Tim's answer. "Yea," Tim quickly agreed. "Have you done it before?" "No." "Shit!" Anthony exclaimed, as if he had just cleared his head. "I am totally stunned. Even if I wanted you to, you're still too young. I was just messing with you in your basement." He added, "I can't do anything with you anyway, you're my friend's brother." Tim's heart fell. He suddenly felt like crying. Neither said anything for almost thirty seconds, the awkwardness hanging in the silent connection. "So, you're not interested? In my mouth being hot and all?" Tim asked, as if ready to hang up in shame. After another long pause, Anthony finally spoke again. "No, I didn't say that." Tim's relief was indescribable. Anthony was horny enough to consider it after all. Tim did not know what to say next. He could tell Anthony was doing a great deal of thinking. Anthony continued. "Something tells me you probably can give a good blowjob. I don't know what it is about you, but I do think that..." "Well, let's see," Tim purred into the phone, not at all sounding like an all-star all-American athlete at that particular time. He began stroking his rod, sensing he might be about to close the deal. Finally Anthony spoke. "Okay," he said, like a judge who had just made a ruling. "If you want to blow me, cover over now." Tim felt as if he had just won the lottery. "Cool," he panted into the phone. "Yea, you better not only do it, you better be fast at it." "Cool," Tim repeated, stunned but happy. "Shit... I can't believe this." "It'll be good," Tim offered. "Okay, well get your ass over here then. Be at my back door in five minutes." Anthony promptly hung up. Tim stared at the phone in disbelief. Looking up at his computer screen one more time for encouragement, he jumped up out of his chair and walked over to his dresser. Sliding his underpants off, he threw on a tight pair of white shorts without any underwear beneath. In broad daylight the visible shape of his cock's shaft poking against the white cotton would have been considered obscene, but it seemed okay to Tim for the situation at hand. He tossed on a loose yellow t-shirt and quickly combed his hair in the dimly-lit mirror, then closed down his computer. Stepping into the pitch dark of his hallway, Tim carefully stepped down the stairs and put a pair of sandals on in front of his door. Being careful to open the door quietly, he stepped out into the cool dark air and his front steps. After he ever so slowly closed the door behind him, he began his walk to Anthony's house.