It was the day after my birthday, actually. I remember my wish the night before, as I blew out the candles on the cake my mom bought for our small after dinner celebration of the milestone. I remember it exactly: I wish that I get laid before my next birthday.
It really sucked, never having had a sexual encounter. Still, I didn't put too much faith in the wish coming true. I was hopeless with girls, and not really that interested anyway.
The next afternoon, a Saturday, I found myself with nothing to do. I'd just passed my driver's test the day before and my parents had gone somewhere in my dad's car and let me know that it was okay to take my mom's car if I wanted to go out, as long as I careful.
So, for lack of anything better to do, I drove to the local college campus with the idea of visiting my older brother, Nick. Even though he could easily have lived at home and saved money, he'd insisted on moving onto campus. He'd lived in a dorm for a few months but then had pledged a frat and moved into the house.
I'd spent very little time at the frat house. I always felt odd there, like I didn't quite fit in. All the guys talked about was pussy, sports, and getting wasted.
I liked getting wasted sometimes, sure. And sports were cool. I was on the swim team. But neither was a subject I was willing to talk about for hours on end.
And pussy... well, pussy wasn't really something I had any knowledge of. And deep down, I didn't think I wanted any first hand knowledge of it, if I was being honest.
I felt uncomfortable at the frat house for another reason besides the lack of stimulating conversation. Something else about the frat house was oddly stimulating, in fact. The guys who lived in it.
On my first visit, I'd gone to use the bathroom and discovered this blond god just getting out of the shower, completely naked. I'd apologized and rushed out quickly, but the image had stayed with me and popped into my fantasies many times since.
Still, Nick was a cool guy and we'd always been pretty close. He looked out for me and I liked hanging with him.
When I pulled up at the house, the first thing I noticed was a basketball game going on among the brothers. Shirts vs skins. My heart began to pound faster as I got out of the car and scanned the group, looking for my brother among them but taking in the sights at the same time.
I noticed Bailey, the blond God I'd seen naked, was on of the skins. His body was muscular and tanned, currently covered in a fine sheen of sweat that seemed to make him glow. He was a golden God and I felt my throat and the crotch of my jeans both getting tight as I tried not to stare.
"Hey, you're Turbo's little bro, right?" a voice behind me broke into my thoughts.
I turned around and recognized a brother that Nick had called Wes standing just behind me, dressed in a tight t-shirt with his frat letters across the chest and khaki shorts.
"Yeah!" I managed to get out, trying not to notice how awesome his body looked in that tight shirt.
I wasn't sure why they'd dubbed my brother 'Turbo', and Nick had refused to tell me, seeming embarrased by the nick name.
"Is he around?" I asked.
"Nah, he's over at the campus library, cramming for a mid term tomorrow," Wes said, a grin breaking out across his face. "You know Turbo, the books are always the last thing on his mind until it's do or die time."
I nodded and smiled, taking in Wes's slightly crooked, yet very sexy, grin and his striking, pale blue eyes.
"Okay, thanks." I figured there was no point in hanging around if Nick was off cramming for a mid term.
"Hey, you're driving?" Wes asked.
"Yeah, I got my license yesterday," I grinned, proud of myself.
"Cool. Now you can bang the chicks in the back seat, right?" Wes winked at me.
An image of Wes, banging a chick in the back seat of a car, popped into my mind and I felt my dick stirring.
"Uh, I guess," I mumbled. "Tell Nick I stopped by, would you?"
"Sure. You want to hang out till he gets back?" Wes asked.
"He'll probably be awhile," I said. I wanted to get out of there quickly, before I got a raging hard on in the presence of Wes.
"Maybe. But what else do you have to do today? You can chill here. A brother of a brother is a brother, right?" Wes grinned again.
"Um..." his grin did something to me. It made me want to grab his face in my hands and just devour his mouth, stick my tongue down his throat.
"Want to play b-ball with the guys?" Wes nodded in the direction of the game that was still going on.
"Not really," I said. I knew for a fact that if I got into a game with a bunch of shirtless frat boys, I'd be completely exposed. There'd be no hiding the raging boner I'd get.
"Well, come on upstairs with me, then. We'll hang," Wes turned and headed towards the back door of the house, leaving me no choice but to follow along.
I found myself in his room. All the guys in the house slept in a sleeping porch together, but each had his own private room in the house, too, a study of sorts. The place where they took the chicks, Nick had told me with a wink the first time I'd come to see him at the house.
Wes's room was pretty similar to Nick's. A cluttered desk, posters of big breasted women in bikinis, a nudie calendar, magazines and books scattered around the floor and all over the futon and two chairs that faced a beat up old tv, hooked up to a dvd player.
Wes picked up a pile of magazines from the futon and dropped them down on the less cluttered of the chairs.
"Have a seat, dude," he said, motioning towards the cleared futon.
I sat down, wondering how long it would be until I could make my escape.
Wes moved over to the mirror he had hanging on the wall across from the futon and began to play with his spikey black hair.
"So, you got a girlfriend man? Or do you just play the field?" Wes asked while staring at his own reflection.
"I um ... no, no girlfriend. I date a few girls, but nothing serious," I said. Which was sort of true. I'd been on a few dates with girls, but nothing had come of them. Unless you counted Jenny Parker, who stuck her hands down my pants and jerked me off for awhile, before getting discouraged by my lack of reaction.
"Cool man. Don't get tied down to one babe. Play it smart and sleep with as many as possible while you still can," Wes turned around, giving me a wink.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"Like Turbo," Wes added. "Your brother is quite the player."
"He always was," I said, feeling pride over the fact that I had such a cool older brother. "I caught him and Michelle Tanner going at it in the basement when I was twelve."
"Oh, you're shitting me!" Wes laughed. "Caught by little bro. So how far along were they?"
"She was sucking his dick," I said, remembering the horrified look on Michelle's face and the frustration and anger on Nick's when I walked in and stood there like a deer in the headlights, staring at the girl with my brother's dick in her mouth.
"Oh, man! Busted before he could bust a nut!" Wes laughed, obviously finding it hilarious. I laughed too, feeling oddly happy that I'd made Wes laugh.
"I bet he was pissed, huh?" Wes asked. I opened my mouth to answer and then froze as Wes turned back around to the mirror and pulled his t-shirt off over his head.
From where I could sitting, I had a perfect view of his toned back and, in the mirror, I could see his luscious, well defined chest and the gorgeous six pack, which was lightly dusted with little black hairs which came together just above his navel to form a denser line marching down into his shorts.
Wes's eyes met mine in the mirror and I hastily looked away. "Yeah, he was pretty pissed. But he also begged me like a little bitch not to tell our parents," I laughed a little unsteadily, wondering if Wes had caught me checking out his body.
"I bet you're good a keeping secrets." Something in Wes's voice made me look up at him.
He was facing me now, one hand raised to his chest, his fingers almost absent mindedly stroking and squeezing his nipple. The other hand was begining to undo the button on his shorts.
"Right, Kyle? Secrets are a big thing for guys like us."
"Guys... guys like us?" I asked, my voice breaking as my eyes darted back and forth between the work each of his hands were doing.
"Yeah. We have to keep secrets. We get very good at it. You think the guys in this house would treat me the same if I couldn't keep secrets?" Wes grinned as his shorts slid down his muscular, tanned legs to the floor. He was wearing a tight pair of black boxer briefs.
I watched, my mouth dry with desire, as his hand moved slowly across his chest to begin tweaking the other nipple. His free hand shifted slowly to the bulge in the front of his boxer briefs and begin to rub it.
"What... what are you doing?" I croaked. A panicked thought came into my mind. This was some kind of test to humiliate me and prove I was... that I liked... that I wasn't... That I was gay.
That was actually the first time, in spite of my lack of feelings for girls and my attraction to men, that I'd even let myself think those words.
"Kyle, relax. We're the same, you and I. I saw you down there, watching the guys play basketball. I saw your eyes all over Bailey's bod. Hey, he's a fuckin' hottie," Wes grinned, his hands still busy working on his body.
"I don't know what you mean," I said. I started to get up off the futon, convinced I should flee, when Wes suddenly slipped a hand inside his briefs and gave a little moan of pleasure. It halted me in my tracks.
Wes, his eyes momentarily closed as he gave himself pleasure, bit his lip and moaned again. I nearly came in my shorts as I watched this incredibly hottie standing in front of me, touching himself.
Opening his eyes, Wes looked directly into mine. "Do you want to see my cock? Do you want to watch me stroke it?"
"Yes." The word came out before I even knew I was going to say it.
"Sit down." Wes ordered. I sat back down without hesitation.
Wes walked forward untl he was standing just in front of me, my knees touching his bare legs. His package, still wrapped enticingly in his boxer briefs, was right in front of my face.
In a swift yet sensual movement, Wes removed his underware and tossed them aside. Suddenly he was standing before me, this frat god, completely nude.
His dick, which looked achingly hard, was right in front of my face, swollen and red, a hard and full seven inches. Wes wrapped one fist around it and began to stroke it, his other hand still playing with his nipples.
"You like it?" Wes asked me, his voice tense with pleasure.
I nodded, not taking my eyes off his dick.
"Tell me you like it," Wes commanded.
I felt a momentary qualm, but the sight of Wes in his naked glory was just too much, it overcame any hestitation I might have had.
"I love it," I gasped out, the words sounded hoarse with desire even to my ears.
"You want to suck it." I wasn't sure if it was a statement or a question, but it didn't really matter. Tearing my gaze away from his dick, I looked up into Wes's eyes.
"I've never..." I started to say. Wes put a finger to my lips.
"You want to suck it."
"Yes." It was out there. I'd said it.
Suddenly, the tip of Wes's dick, slick with pre-cum, was pressed against my lips.
"Open your mouth," Wes said.
I did so, and the head of his dick slid in. My senses came alive with the feel and taste of his dick in my mouth, the smell of him so close to me. His pre cum tasted like nectar from the gods.
I moaned, my mouth full of his dick.
"That's right," Wes sighed above me. "Just watch the teeth."
He pressed himself further into my mouth and I took as much as I could, begining to suck and use my tongue in ways I'd never really let myself imagine before.
When he pressed too far, I began to gag and he pulled pack a bit. He began to develop a nice rhythm, sliding in and out, giving me just as much as I could take and no more.
"Play with my balls," Wes commanded as he fucked my face. I obliged, eager to experience everything. His balls felt warm and hot in my hands, heavy and covered with wild little black hairs.
I don't know how long he fucked my face. It could have been hours or minutes. But suddenly, he pulled back, depriving me of his dick.
I looked at him, suddenly scared that this was the part where he'd denounce me as a fag and inform the whole frat house, my brother included, what I was.
Instead, Wes reached down and pulled off my t-shirt. Tossing it aside, he dropped to his knees in front of me and began to undo my jeans. I stared at him in shock. Somehow it never occured to me that he'd want to see me naked, too.
In fact, he wanted more than that. He pulled my jeans and boxers down in one swift move.
For only the second time in my life, someone else's hand was wrapped around my dick, giving it a squeeze that sent a tidal wave throughout my body. This felt far better than anything Jenny Parker had ever attempted to do. Before I could even come down from that sudden high, Wes had bent forward and taken my dick in his mouth.
"Oh my god!" I gasped, throwing back my head. Wes's mouth, warm and wet, engulfed me as he slurped and sucked me like a pro, one hand running up to play with my nipples and the other squeezing my balls.
I felt like I could barely keep control of myself. This was incredible, this was beyond anything I'd ever imagined in my life.
Without warning, Wes grasped my legs and pulled me forward. I fell backwards on the futon and felt him raising my legs up in the air.
His mouth found my balls and began licking and sucking them as I moaned his name over and over, almost unable to deal with the rush of new sensations.
Just when I thought I'd reached the peak, I felt his tongue suddenly diving between the divide of my ass. Never in my life had I imagined such a thing!
I began to literally yell, the pleasure was so intesense as Wes tongued my ass hole, sending me over the moon. He stopped suddenly and sat up, brining his mouth to mine.
"Shh!" he grinned down at me as he suddenly plunged his tongue into my mouth. Pulling back, he winked. "We have to be a little more quiet."
I nodded eagerly, willing to agree to anything to get him to go back to what he'd been doing.
Wes needed no further prompting. His tongue was back to work licking around my hole and then darting inside of it, fucking me with a quick, wet rhythm while I bit my lip to keep from yelling out again.
Again I was lost in the haze of pleasure. I don't know how long Wes rimmed me, but it seemed far too short a time when he suddenly pulled away and looked up at me.
"Kyle, I want to fuck you. Is that okay?"
I felt another moment of panic. I knew it would hurt. But looking down at that gorgeous face and thinking of all the unexpected pleasures I'd felt that afternoon, I found myself nodding.
"Yes?" Wes asked, apparently wanting vocal confirmation.
"Yes," I whispered, scared and excited all at once.
"I'll go slow at first," Wes promised. I watched as he grabbed a condom, apparently from a supply kept under the futon, and slipped it over the head of his dick, which suddenly looked even bigger than it had before.
What was I doing??
Wes squirted something wet and cold onto my asshole and began to rub it in. I gasped a little when he slipped a finger inside me. It hurt, but if felt good, in a weird way.
Soon, Wes was sliding two fingers in and out of my hole and it felt even better.
Finally, I felt the head of his dick pressed against my ass. I looked up into his eyes as he pressed forward. I yelled out, a quick, sharp yell of pain, as the head slipped inside of me.
"Shhh. It's going to feel really good in a minute," Wes whispered.
I closed my eyes tightly, mentally reeling from the pain as he slid further and further inside of me.
And then, he was in all the way. He stopped and was just inside of me. I opened my eyes and looked up into his face.
"God you're hot," Wes moaned.
"You've got a beautiful body," I whispered back, feeling myself blushing a little. I'd never said such a thing to anyone, let alone a guy!
"How do you feel?" Wes asked.
I realized that I wasn't feeling much pain. His entire dick was inside of me and I just felt full, somehow. It felt right, and very good.
"Great," I smiled up at him.
"Do you want me to start fucking you?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I want you to start fucking me," I said, blushing again.
"So you like having my dick up your ass?" Wes grinned.
"Ye-" Before I could even finish saying the word, Wes pulled back, sliding his dick almost all the way out of him. "-sssss!"
Thrusting it all the way back in, Wes grinned down at me as I groaned in delight, feeling for the first time the amazing senstations of being fucked up the ass.
"Oh, god!"
"Say my name," Wes grunted as he began to thrust in and out in earnest.
"Wes," I moaned.
"Again!"
"Wes!" I was over the moon with pleasure, feeling his big cock ramming in and out of my no longer virgin ass.
"Yeah," Wes moaned.
"Fuck me. Oh, shit. Fuck me!" Half of me couldn't believe that this was happening, that I was not only saying these words but actually being fucked by one of my brother's hot frat bros.
"You like my dick up your ass?" Wes moaned.
"God yeah," I moaned. "It feels so good."
"Yeah. Fucking your tight ass," Wes said. "Pounding it."
"Yeah. Do it harder!"
"You like it hard?"
"I love it. Fuck me, dude. Fuck me. Don't tell my brother!" I moaned.
At that moment I felt my cock just exploding, shooting cum all over both me and Wes.
"Oh, fuck!" I moaned, unable to believe that I'd just shot a load without even touching my dick.
"Fuck that's hot!" Wes panted.
Suddenly he pulled his dick out of my ass and ripped the condom off. The next thing I knew, he was shooting his load all over me.
"Yeah, take it!" Wes gasped.
He collapsed down next to me on the futon, both of us breathing hard.
"That was great," Wes smiled over at me.
"Don't tell my brother," I repeated, suddenly scared.
"Turbo won't find out anything from me, dude," Wes smiled. "You think I want to tell him that I fucked his little brother up the ass?? He'd kill me."
"Why do you guys call him Turbo, anyway? He won't tell me."
Wes laughed and began to swirl his fingers around in our mingled cum, smearing it all over me.
"Well, during initiation, one of the things they made us do was stand around in a circle and jerk off over a pizza."
"What?" I asked, taken aback but also turned on at the idea of my brother and his hot frat brothers jerking off together. "Why?"
"Just to torture us, of course. Anyway, they said that we all had to shoot on the pizza and whoever came last had to eat two pieces of pizza, with cum as a topping."
"Wow," I said, not sure if I was turned on or grossed out. Maybe both.
"Anyway, your brother came first. In like, under a minute. So we call him Turbo," Wes laughed, leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips. "I was glad to see that you weren't as quick."
"Who came last?" I asked.
"Bailey," Wes smiled.
"Bailey??" I pictured the blond God eating his frat bros cum.
"Don't get too excited. They didn't really make him eat it. But you know what? I think he was secretly disappointed!" Wes grinned.
"Um, Wes?"
"Yeah?"
"So, you're..." I couldn't say the word, even after all that.
"Gay?"
"Yeah."
"Yep."
"Wow."
"And you?"
I looked into his eye and thought about all we'd just done.
"Yeah. I'm gay, too." I smiled. It felt good to say it to him.
"I figured as much," Wes grinned.
"We made a mess, dude," I said, looking down at myself.
"We'll have to sneak you in to take a shower and-"
Wes was cut off by a knock on his door.
"Yo, Wes! Is my little brother in there?"
Wes and I both froze at the sound of Nick's voice, just on the other side of the door.
*Hey, so should I continue this? Let me know. xanderharris02@hotmail.com