Big Brother 3

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1. If reading this is in any way illegal in your location because of your age, religion, or some other law, you shouldn't read this.

2. If you are offended by male/male gay sexual relationships, you shouldn't read this.

3. I don't know Marcellus or Jason or any other celebrities/reality contestants who may be mentioned in this story. This story is in no way meant to imply anything about their or any other celebrities sexualities, proclivities, personalities, or anything else. This is a work of pure fiction.

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Chapter Two

For a horrifying minute, Marcellus and Jason both just stared at each other. Neither one moving for fear of what other things a move might reveal to the other. Jason heard faded voices coming from the backyard. Amy screaming in her high pitched annoying as hell laughter as she ran toward the house. Jason quickly let the front of his shorts snap back into place as he slid inside the bedroom, quietly closing the door.

Marcellus, still in shock and aw of being caught by Jason, just lied there staring at him. They could both hear Amy rooting around the kitchen, heard the clank of bottles. She was going straight for the booze, surprise, surprise. Only when they heard her go back outside with the door closing behind her, did they both relax a little. Marcellus grabbed his towel and wiped the cum off his chest as Jason turned around and watched.

A blush came to Jason's face when he felt his cock twitch again at the site of Marcellus wiping down. Marcellus could see the growing bulge in Jason's shorts as he threw the towel back under his bed. Marcellus just grinned at Jason,

"You naughty little boy you," he joked. Jason's blush tripled in color as he fidgeted with his own fingers.

"It . . . I didn't kn-mo-I heard-..uhm..oh man." Marcellus gave a chuckle at Jason's flustered attempt at talking. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off and stood up, letting his robe drop to the floor. Jason stared at Marcellus' body in all it's glory. The hairless chest, defined pecs, rippled abs. He looked beautiful. Jason had never considered himself gay before; he had always liked women. Something about seeing Marcellus jacking off and realizing that he was the one being fantasized about turned him on to no end.

Marcellus walked up to Jason, gently grabbing his hand to bring it up to his chest. Jason got the idea and slowly started to rub Marcellus' chest, feeling the soft skin and defined muscles. His hand ran down between the pecs across the stomach and stopping just before he got to the real prize.

"Go on," urged Marcellus. Jason looked into Marcellus' eyes questioning. "Touch it," said Marcellus, "It's okay." Jason moved in hand further down, feeling the soft bush of hair that only tantalized his hands appetite for the main meal. He grabbed Marcellus dick, still semi hard from the anticipation of Jason's touch. Jason gently squeezed the shaft as Marcellus let out a deep moan. Slowly, Jason started to stroke Marcellus' cock, it immediately responded by becoming rock hard.

"That's it, my boy, jack that cock." Jason couldn't help but blush at Marcellus' statement. Nobody had ever talked dirty to him before. Hell, this was the first cock he'd ever touched besides his own. Speaking of which, his own cock was rock hard, sticking straight up, twitching in expectation of being manipulated. With his other hand, Jason started working on his own cock as he increased the pace on Marcellus' cock. Marcellus couldn't believe that his fantasy boy was actually jacking him off. He had dreamed of this moment for almost two weeks now, not sure how to make a move on Jason for fear of scaring him off. But now, feeling Jason's warm hand stroking his cock was the most incredible feeling he had ever felt in his life. Even his past partners with way more experience than little Jason didn't seem to compare at the moment. As far as Marcellus was concerned, Jason was the Sex God!

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum," warned Marcellus. Jason, in a half panic, stopped stroking both his own cock and Marcellus'. Marcellus opened his eyes, looking at Jason,

"Don't stop," he cried. Jason immediately picked up where he left off, jacking even faster than he had before. His own cock, forgotten about, Jason concentrated on Marcellus' massive shaft. He let go of his own cock and reached out, grabbing Marcellus' balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

That was too much Marcellus, with a loud moan Marcellus' knees nearly bucked out from under him as he came. The first shot flew up and his Jason square on the chest, the next just below that. The other six shots met their fate on the carpet below. Jason, not quiet sure when to stop, kept stroking. Marcellus' body jerked and quivered at the extra stimulation until finally he couldn't take it anymore and took Jason's hand in his own.

"That was incredible." Jason blushed for seemingly the hundredth time that night. Marcellus guided Jason over to the bed and laid him down. Unsure of what was going to happen, Jason propped himself up on his elbows, looking at Marcellus questioningly.

"Don't worry, my boy. You are going to love this," promised Marcellus, laying a hand between Jason's nipples, pushing him back down on the bed. Jason put his hands behind his head onto the pillow as he watched Marcellus lean forward and kissed him.

Feeling Marcellus' warm pouty lips touching his own sent feelings never before experienced through Jason's body. He heard a low moan escape from between them, not realizing until it had stopped that it was him who had moaned. Jason put one hand on the back of Marcellus' neck, as if to say don't leave and kissed back. Their interwining tongues made Jason's cock twitch between their two naked bodies. Marcellus started to gyrate his hips against Jason's as they started feeling each others bodies.

Marcellus' soft skin rubbing back and forth on Jason's sensitive cock made Jason tremble with pleasure and lust. He wrapped his arms around Marcellus and pulled him down on him tight, gyrating his hips faster as the sensitivity increased. Both men moaned as they kissed and got familiar with ever crevice of the others body.

Jason felt something deep within his groin, quickly building and moving into his balls. Suddenly his whole body tensed, his balls contracted and the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had consumed his body. Cum gushed out of his cock lubricating the area between their bodies, further increasing the sensations making the orgasm longer.

Marcellus felt Jason's body tense, cum shooting against his own body and couldn't hold back; he too shot his load. Cumming three times in less than a half an hour made for a very small load, but the pleasure was still just as intense as the first one. Both men moaned as they held each other on the bed.

"Hey Marcellus!!"

Both men jerked up off the bed, their mixed cum dripped from both their groins. Marcellus reached under the bed and threw Jason a towel.

"Quick, get in your bed and cover up, pretend like your asleep." Jason, trying to wipe off the best he could jumped onto his bed a little too vigoriously and slid off the other side, landing with the thump on the floor. He quickly got back up on the bed and covered over. Marcellus wiped off with the first piece of clothing he could grab, Jason's shorts, and quickly shoved their clothes under the bed, grabbed his robe, putting it on as he picked up his deck of cards and laid down on the bed just as the door opened to reveil,

"What do you want, Amy," asked Marcellus, as matter of fact as he could muster given what had just transpired not ten seconds ago.

"Where's Jason," she asked. Marcellus looked over at the bed next to his, seeing the back of Jason's head sticking out from the pile of covers he had pulled over himself to cover his nudity.

"He's taking a nap, what's up," he asked, trying to steer the conversation away from Jason.

"We're all going to play a drinking came, come join us," she said, losing her grip on the doorknob and almost falling flat on her face. She managed to catch herself by grabbing the door frame, "Come on," she encouraged, making her way back down the hall, leaving the door open behind her.

Marcellus looked back over at Jason, Jason rolled onto his back and looked at Marcellus. They both grinned knowingly. This was going to be an interesting stay in the Big Brother house.

End of Story

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