The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Collecting Things" 19 (M/M oral bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Mmmmmmm... aaaahhhhhhhh!" Tom crooned, as he outstretched his arms, yawning. "Oh, I didn't wake you, did I Rex? Didn't punch your lights out, did I?"
"No."
"Have a good sleep, Rex? I did!"
"It was okay."
"Well, I slept real good! Oh man that was such hot fun with Kevin and Ben last night... or was it morning, Rex?"
"Morning."
"What time is it now?" Tom asked, reaching over Rex, to the table that held the clock, his body lightly touching the eighteen year old's.
"About ten."
"Ten o'clock! Wow! I must've needed the rest. How about you? Sleep good Rex? Oh, I already asked that. Hmm, whatsamatter, Rex? You look like your sore at somebody, or something?"
"It's nothing."
'Nothing'? the twenty-one year old thought. 'yeah, right!'
Having to piss, Tom gave Rex the high priority, cuddling up to his body, his side view to Rex's stretched out bod, lying on his back, hands behind his head, showing those tufts of blonde armpit hair.
"Okay, what's up Rex?"
"Nothing. Don't you have to piss or something, Tom?"
"Yeah. Be right back and don't you go anywhere."
Tom got up, went into the adjoining jon, connecting only this particular room, did his thing, shook off the excess and returned, climbing back into bed, scooting across the kingsized bed, rejoining Rex.
"Are you going to fill me in Rex or am I going to have to let you beat it out of me?"
"Beat it out of you, Tom?"
"Hee heee... at least I got you talking. So, what's up Rex? Seems like you've lost your best friend."
Rex looks under his left pit, at Tom staring at him.
"I suppose I wouldn't get rid of you, unless I tell you, will I Tom?"
"On the contrary, Rex. If you want me to butt out, all you have to do is tell me to get the fuck outta here. However, I kind of like you and don't like to see you this way."
"Like me, Tom?"
The twenty-one year old jock looks over at Rex, then down through the middle of his hairless chest, except for the wisps of brown hair around his nips, to the faint trail headed down his stomach. It's Rex's turn to do some grilling, as he turns over, left hand still on his head, but his body facing Tom's body now, his arms behind his head, flashing the medium brown pits.
"Tom?"
"What Rex?" Tom says, blowing a piece of fuzz off of his chest.
Not doing it, Rex lifts the little fuzzy piece, tossing it behind himself, into the vast wherever, then says, "That'll teach you to keep your navel clean!"
Tom smirks. Rex puts his hand on Tom's chest, moving it around, gliding over the light circles of hair around his nips.
"Tom, do you like me or love me?"
"What do you mean, like you or love you, Rex? What kind of dumb question is that?" Tom throws back at the eighteen year old, his expressive eyebrows helping out his quest, as he stares at Rex.
"I don't think it's stupid at all, Tom."
"I didn't say it was stupid, Rex. I said it was dumb!"
"The difference being?"
"I don't know, but it's for sure I know I can't love you."
"Why, Tom? What do you have against loving a guy?"
"Nothing, Rex. I just know it's you I can't fall in love with."
"Would you fall in love with me if you could?"
Another flash of those cute eyebrows, Tom answers with the definitive, "Maybe".
Rex wets his finger and swirls it around Tom's nip.
"Don't do that."
"Why?"
"Because I'll wind up getting hard and we're trying to have a man to man talk here. I can't think about sex and something serious like falling love with you, at the same time."
Again, Tom's eyes return to his chest, blankly staring.
"Oh."
Turning on his back, Rex stares at his body, his pits again in full bloom, as his hands are tucked behind his head.
"Tom, if you don't think you're going to fall in love with me, then I think you should go find another guy to fall in love with."
"What tha? That attitudes sucks, Rex!"
It's now Tom who has flipped back to the side view, his right pit tucked under his shoulder, the other flat against his stomach.
"Tom, I think I know what's stopping you from falling in love with me."
"Look, Rex. I like you. Like you a lot, but if what you're going to say is, 'Michael', you're right, but I like you too much to ever come between you and him, so maybe I should take you up on that offer and distance myself from you."
Distancing himself, immediately, Tom gets up off the bed and walks over to the bureau, taking out a pair of briefs. Rex is short on his heels.
"Tom?"
"What?" the six footer says to Rex, whom towers over him an inch.
"It's alright for you to fall in love with me."
"No. Next thing you know is that Michael will become insanely jealous and I wouldn't go having that happen. It isn't right. I wouldn't be the cause of your break up with Michael."
"You love him too, don't you?"
Tom didn't say it, but he had a special place in his heart for the both of them.
"Rex. Come on. Let me just leave."
As Tom said that, his eyes welled up, but it seemed like the only solution, now that the subject had come up. The feeling was worse than having his balls whipped, like earlier this morning.
"Tom, I gotta tell you something. Come back to bed."
"Rex, it's not going to work."
"I'm not asking you to stay. Just hear me out and then if you want to go, you're free to leave."
Tom put the brief, all ready to slip on, on top of the dresser and followed Rex back to the bed. It took a lot of guts to upright himself from Rex's nest, in the first place.
"Okay. What's the brilliant thing you're going to lay on me that's going to get me to change my mind?"
"You know this is going to be hard enough to tell you, Tom."
"What Rex?"
"Well, I got up about an hour ago. I figured I'd let you sleep."
"Thanks."
"Anyhow, I then thought I'd go and wake up Michael, we could have an early breakfast, maybe take a walk or even go down to the stable, saddle a couple of horses and take a ride."
"Sounds real nice," Tom said, lacking any other conversation.
"I.... well, I opened our door and..."
"And what, Rex?" Tom asks, yet again, those emotional eyebrows staring at him.
"Tom, Michael...."
"Michael what, Rex?"
"Michael had his cock buried in Carson's ass!"
"So?"
"Not just 'so', Tom. He was fucking the living daylights out of Carson's ass!"
"Is that unusual Rex?"
"Damn right it is!"
"How so? I thought you two played around liberally."
"Oh no. Michael and I had this agreement that we wouldn't fuck with other guys unless, either of us was right there."
"You mean, like watching each other fuck another guy? Like if you wanted to fuck me, I'd have to be there right in front of Michael, him watching you fuck me?"
"Well, that's the general gist of it, but..."
"Oh man is that stringent, Rex."
"Yeah, but that's not the point. Don't you get it, Tom? Michael's cock was in Carson's ass."
"I know what you're driving at, Rex. Maybe it was a mistake."
"Fuck, that was no mistake! I saw it with my own two eyes, Tom. His balls were slapping up against Carson's ass, his cock moving in and out... the two were groaning, in heat, over the fucking movement!"
Tom could see that Rex was agitated.
"So, what are you going to do, Rex?"
"I don't know Tom. I'm not sure if I should confront him or wait and see if he comes out with it. What should I do, Tom?"
Like in the original setting, the two lay there, hands behind their heads, looking down at their own chests, trying to make heads of tales of the situation.
"Your balls still hurt?"
"Not much, thanks."
"You're older than me, Tom. What do you think I should do?"
"I think you should wait it out."
"Okay."
Then, looking over to Rex's bod, Tom confides, "And Rex?"
"Yeah, Tom?"
"If it comes to where Michael likes Carson and... well, I don't think Michael doesn't like you. He loves you. I think it's possible that he could love you deeply and still love Carson."
"You think so, Tom?" Rex asks, moving his head sideways, looking at Tom.
"I think it could happen. Stranger things have evolved between guys."
"If that's true, then how come you think you can't fall in love with me, Tom?"
Tom goes to get up, saying, "Rex....."
"No, wait, Tom," Rex replies, to his abrupt situp, doing his own interpetation of the exercise, placing his right palm, crossing his own body, against Tom's smooth midchest, pressing him back into the bed, letting his palm linger.
"Rex, c'mon. We went over this."
"We talked about you, yes, Tom, but we haven't discussed 'my' feelings."
"Your feelings? What are you talking about Rex?"
"Y'know, Tom? You're not only dumb sometimes, but you're really stupid!"
"Huh? How does that go?" The twenty-one year old scrunches his eyebrows down at the bridge of his nose, as if angered.
"This is how it goes, Tom!"
Forcing himself on Tom, Rex plasters his lips with his own.
"Get it, Tom?"
"Huh?"
Lifting off, Rex then reinforces his efforts, falling back down on Tom's lips, this time, scooping up Tom's shoulders.
"Aha!"
What an opportune moment for Michael and Carson to show up!
"What's this?"
"What's what?" Rex answers Michael's question, his arms still scooping up Tom, as he looks over his shoulders.
"This little... kissing act.." Michael says, swinging his index finger back and forth between the two, while shaking his hand to and fro.
"Kissing act? Kissing act?" Rex enunciates, rising up out of the bed.
Tom says, "Rex, take it easy."
"Yeah, well you were both passionately kissing each other, Rex," Michael replies.
Rex, like all the brimstone in hell backing him up, stomps on the floor, marching right up to him.
"Me? Passionate? Well at least I'm not caught sticking my nine inches deep into his ass!"
"You're that big?" Carson questions Michael.
Tom, who now stands not far from Rex, adds, "I wouldn't go there, Carson, if I were you."
In a livid fit of anger, Rex says, "Shut up, Tom! What do you have to say for yourself, Michael?"
"Well... ahem! I..."
"Nothing! Just what I figured. You fuckin' bastard! And I thought I loved you!"
Michael fell against Carson, as Rex swung at him, his fist interlocking with the thirty-four year old's chin.
"Rex, you don't know what you're saying. You're upset," Tom tryed quenching the fire of his temper.
"Oh I know what I'm saying alright and you!"
"Me?" Carson pointed to himself.
"Now you wait a minute here, Rex. Just hold onto your horses."
Michael regained control, rubbing his chin. "Hmm, quite a swing at that," he quipped.
"Michael, it was plain to see with my own eyes. I thought we had an agreement that..."
"Hold it, Rex. Hold it right there. I can explain everything."
"Yeah, Rex," Tom touched his shoulder, "why don't we all sit down and talk this over, like the adults we are? Huh?"
"Yeah, okay, but I don't want to hear any lies Michael."
"Lies? Rex, I would never be able to lie to you, if I wanted to!"
Nonchallantly, Rex ventured over to the computer, he touched the mouse, which switched from the screensaver, to the desktop view. Stepping away, he displayed the facts too clearly, in living color, no less.
"You..... you took pictures, Rex?"
Rex went back to the bed, sitting down on it, as Michael, Carson and Tom stare at the desktop scenery. There, plastered on the monitor, the trio took in the sight of twelve or so shots, melded together in a most revealing collage.
"Hmm," Carson says, "I photograph well on my back."
"Shut up, you fool!" Michael says, slapping him hard on the butt.
Turning, Michael heads over to the bed, while Tom and Carson study the desktop collage more intently.
"Like I said, Rex. I'm not going to lie to you."
"Yeah, and?"
"I don't know if you're going to understand this, but here it is in a nutshell."
The two sit on the bed, as if having a one on one powwow. Words are exchanged, Michael laying it on the line, just as it happened, Rex interjecting small thoughts now and then. After awhile, the pics become old news to Tom and Carson. They work their way back to the bed, not involving themselves in the conversation at hand, but letting their presence known, by sittting on the side of the bed.
"Well, you were right, Tom," Rex quips.
"Huh? About what, Rex?"
"About a person loving two people at the same time."
"Oh. So, is that what you think, Michael?"
"Yeah, Tom. I know it might be hard for a person to take, but I already love Rex. Have, for the longest time and then Carson here comes along and... it's unexplainable, but that's what happened."
"Well, if that's the case and now that's it out," Carson picks up the subject, "then maybe I better think about moving on."
Getting up from the bed, he sits down again, as Michael grabs his arm and says, "No. You don't have to do that, Carson."
"Um, no Michael. I shouldn't have...."
"Sit down, Carson," comes the words from Rex's lips.
Already, Tom can see where this is headed. After all, this isn't the nineteenth century.
"I don't get it, Rex."
"Oh, you will, Carson. You will," Rex replies.
As if to hasten the subject matter on, to speed it to it's conclusion, Tom moves on the bed, towards Rex.
"Tom told me something a few minutes ago, that really hit home."
Michael and Carson sit there on the bed, listening to Rex, but their eyes are on Tom, as he nuzzles up to Rex's back, his arm slipping in between the eighteen year old, as he pours out his feelings. The four eyes, intent on listening become easily distracted, watching the twenty-one year old, one hand rubbing Rex's chest, the other closing in on his pubes, his hot breath on the teen jock's neck.
"Please Tom! Can't you see I'm trying to get a point across here?"
Michael starts giggling, saying, "I think Tom has pretty much done that Rex!"
Carson, seeing the hilarity of the whole thing, does the same.
"Hey, c'mon guys. This isn't funny!"
However, Rex very soon succumbs to Tom's terrible torture, keeping him from expressing his feelings in oh so many words.
"Well, you know what they say, Michael?"
"What's that Carson?" He asks, knowing the answer.
Together they say, "If you can't beat'em.... join'em!"
Tom is already all over Rex, making sweet love to his body. Michael takes up the second spot, Carson working his way up Michael's body, licking a streak of saliva from the hairy pubes, straight up through the dense overgrowth and to his chin, and starting in on the sweet kissing.
"I can't believe he got us on his desktop!"
As Carson works his sucking and licking magic, he feels a hand grab at his nip ring.
"What tha?"
Turning his head, he follows the hand, attached to Tom's arm.
"Oh, it's you!"
"Yeah. You know what, Carson?"
"What, Tom?"
"All that remains is that you and I try some bonding."
"I think that could be arranged, Tom."
However, it's Michael's drip on Carson's other nip ring that puts Tom off.
"Um, maybe later, Tom. Can I have my nip back for now?"
"Yeah Tom, give Carson his nip back and get back on my cock?"
"No problemo, Rex. Later Carson dude.... much later!"
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