Andy hadn't emerged from his bedroom yet when I took off for Zeke's house on Saturday morning, just after 11 am. This wasn't that surprising; my brother often slept until noon on the weekends unless he had a morning shift at the restaurant.
I wanted to talk more with him about everything that had come out the night before, but it would have to wait. I wasn't going to pass up a chance to spend a few hours alone with Zeke. He'd just sent me the all clear text: his parents and the twins were gone.
I rode my bike to his place, my heart pounding. If you had told me twenty-four hours earlier that I'd be heading for a Netflix and chill session with one of my buddies, I would never have believed it.
"Hey!" Zeke greeted me at the door with a grin.
"What's up?" I smiled back as I walked inside.
Zeke closed the door behind me. "We've got the place to ourselves for at least two hours."
"What do you want to do?" I found myself staring at his lips, remembering how good he was at kissing.
"This, for starters," Zeke brought those lips to my own and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I groaned and we spent the next several minutes standing in the Barlows' entry hall, making out and groping each other.
Zeke finally pulled away. "Let's go up to my room." I nodded and we ran up the stairs and into a bedroom that I knew almost as well as my own.
I moved Zeke's guitar off the bed and sat down, facing him. He walked toward me, pushing down his pants and stepping out of them as he went.
I reached out and gave his dick a squeeze through his underwear, causing him to groan and bite his lip.
"Fuck, McCall! I still can't believe you're into guys."
"Same. I didn't think any of you guys would ever be into anything like this," I said, looking up to meet his eyes as I pulled his dick out and ran my tongue across the tip.
Another groan escaped his lips. "Yeah. Now we've got three of the five, counting Benner sticking it through the glory hole yesterday."
I knew that it was actually four of our group, having been present to overhear Markley's first blowjob, from my own brother, the night before. I wasn't ready to share that information with Zeke, though.
I started sucking my friend's cock, taking as much as I could. After a few minutes I pulled off and smiled up at him. "Feel free to give me some tips. I'm still new at this, and I know you have all that band camp experience."
Zeke grinned. "You're already pretty good, but why don't we try this?"
Zeke pushed me backwards on the bed and pulled down my shorts and underwear before kicking his all the way off. He climbed on top of me, his dick hanging just above my mouth. I started sucking him again and he began to blow me. My first sixty-nine!
Several minutes passed. I imitated everything Zeke was doing and from his moans he seemed to be appreciating it.
"You're going to make me cum, McCall," Zeke said.
"That's kind of the point!" I said, pulling my mouth off his dick. "It's totally not fair that Andy got to taste your cum yesterday, instead of me." In fact, my brother had now swallowed loads from two of my best friends.
"That understall ass got a bigger load out of me than Andy did, my balls were pretty drained! Keep sucking, though, and I'll make it up to you in a minute."
I didn't need to be told twice. I resumed my efforts and was soon receiving my reward: a mouthful of Zeke's jizz, which tasted surprisingly sweet. I savored it for a few moments before swallowing.
The thought that I'd just swallowed the cum of one of my best friends, not to mention Zeke's blowjob skills, pushed me over the edge and I unloaded in his mouth.
When he'd swallowed, Zeke rolled off me and sat up, grinning down at me. "That was hot, Abe."
"Very!" I sat up. "Your cum tasted sweet."
Zeke nodded. "I eat a lot of pineapple."
"I always thought that was a myth!" I laughed.
"Now you know it's not." Zeke got up and put his underwear back on, pulling them up over his cock, which was still at half mast.
I swung my legs over so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and pulled my shorts and underwear back up.
"So, was it weird being around Andy last night after what happened?" Zeke asked.
"Yeah...sort of." Part of me wanted to tell Zeke everything that had occurred since I saw him last, but it felt like I'd be betraying Andy if I did. "I still can't believe Andy is gay."
"It's going to be weird seeing him around school next week, knowing how good he is at sucking dick!"
"It's going to be weird seeing Benner, too, knowing we've both sucked his dick and he has no clue!" I said.
"Yeah! I wonder if Andy ever..." Zeke's words trailed off.
"If he ever what?"
"Sorry, McCall. I know it's messed up to say this to you, but I wonder if he ever gets fucked?"
The idea of my brother taking it up the ass was a new one. Somehow, it had never crossed my mind that he was into more than oral.
"He's probably a top," I said, but even as I spoke the words, I wondered.
"What about you?" Zeke asked. "Ever think about bottoming?"
I felt my face catch fire. The truth was, I was pretty sure that I was more of a top, especially after the understall experience the day before, but part of me was curious about bottoming. How could I admit that to one of my buddies, though?
"I don't know. What about you? Were you all top at band camp?"
Zeke shrugged. "I mean, it was mostly oral there, but I did top one guy a few times. I... uh... I bottomed for him once..."
My eyes widened and my pulse quickened. Zeke had taken a dick up his ass?!
"... but I didn't really like it much."
"Did it feel good at all?" I asked.
"Not really. But, it didn't last very long. I mean, he stuck it in, pumped a few times, and shot. He said I was too tight, he couldn't help it. Maybe it would have started to feel good if he'd lasted."
"Maybe. I guess I am curious about it. I think I'm mostly a top, but some of the guys you see getting fucked in porn seem to really love it."
Zeke laughed. "Yeah, they do. Maybe we could-"
The doorbell rang. Zeke looked out his window, which overlooked the front of his house.
"Shit! It's Chris and Nick." He grabbed his pants and pulled them on. I stood up and we both automatically checked each other and the room for any sign that would indicate we'd just engaged in a sixty nine together.
Zeke ran into his bathroom and tossed me out a bottle of mouthwash, which he'd already started using. I took a swig as he spit his out.
"Cum breath. Dead give away!" Zeke winked. I laughed and nearly choked on the minty liquid.
"Hey, Abe?" Zeke called back as he started out the bedroom door.
I spat out the mouthwash and came out of his bathroom. "Yeah?"
"To be continued, okay? I definitely want to try topping you. And bottoming for you." Zeke grinned and turned away before I could respond.
My heart was pounding louder than Zeke's feet as he ran down the stairs. Yes, I wanted that. Badly!
Did the fucker really need to say that and get me bricked up right when Benner and Weller were about to walk in the room? I sat on the bed and covered my bulge with Zeke's guitar.
Seeing Benner for the first time since his dick had been in my mouth gave me an odd little thrill. Remembering the way he'd thrust his dick through the glory hole without hesitation, and how his precum tasted... I had to stop thinking about it or I'd never be able to put the guitar down.
The guys were just bored and looking to hang. The rest of the alone time Zeke and I had counted on was lost, but at least they hadn't arrived ten minutes earlier and stopped us from swallowing each other's loads.
I took off for home about half an hour later, wanting to talk with my brother before he left for his shift at the restaurant.
The house was quiet, my parents having gone out to the Saturday farmer's market. Upstairs, I heard the shower running, so I knew Andy was awake.
I walked into his room and sat down in his desk chair to wait for him, like he'd waited for me in my room the night before.
About three minutes later Andy walked through the door, drying his hair with a towel. He was completely naked, and with his vision obscured by the towel, I was able to get a good look.
I'd never really noticed before what a nice body my brother had. I knew all about his thick seven inches from Stanford Park, but even seeing it flaccid, nestled under a dark bush of pubes and resting on his plump, fuzzy balls, sent a thrill racing down my spine.
My eyes took in his broad shoulders, muscular arms, nicely defined pecs and tight stomach, and I was wishing I could stare for hours, or at least take a picture. I only had about forty seconds, though, before he dropped the towel and jumped at the sight of me.
"Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck, Abetard?" Andy glared at me as he bent over and grabbed the towel he'd just dropped to cover himself up with.
"Sorry! I wanted to talk to you. Didn't expect you to stroll in naked," I explained.
"I thought I was still alone in the house," Andy snapped. He moved over to his closet and stepped inside, then came out a moment later wearing underwear.
"Where were you, anyway?" Andy looked at me with suspicion. I knew he was wondering if I'd just paid a visit to the glory hole.
"At Zeke's. Can we talk?"
"I don't know what to say, okay?" Andy pulled on his black waiter slacks. "I'm fucking embarrassed that you were there last night."
"It doesn't matter to me, Andy. I mean, I suck dick, too."
"That's not the point," Andy sat down on his bed facing me. "That wasn't me sucking dick for fun. That was me being humiliated. Having you see it just makes it so much worse."
I felt suddenly angry with myself. I should have protected him. I shouldn't have kept quiet and let him go off to meet his blackmailer, not when I knew there couldn't have been any pictures taken that day at the glory hole.
"I wanted to help. I'm sorry." It was all I could say.
"Damn it, it's not your fault! I just can't deal with it all right now."
Andy stood up and started to put the rest of his work uniform on.
"Okay. I just thought we could talk. I mean, it turns out we have a lot in common..." I said.
"Lots of guys suck dick. We're not exactly unique," Andy's tone was dismissive.
"Yeah, but... I mean, I have so many questions. Like, have you done more than oral? How do you know if you're a top or a bottom? What about rimming? It seems like it would be gross, but it looks so hot in porn."
"Jesus, Abetard! Who do you think I am, your own personal gay Yoda?"
"No! But-"
"But nothing! I don't have any answers for you. I'm just a fucked up closet case who lost his only real friend, and who gets off with anonymous guys at a glory hole. On top of that, I've got a little stoner asshole blackmailing me for blowjobs, and God only knows what else before he's through. If you need a role model, I'm sure as hell not it!"
I was used to Andy talking to me this way, but I'd thought things might have changed for us now that we were out to each other. I stood up and headed for the door.
"What about the park? Are we going to make some kind of schedule?" I asked over my shoulder, my throat feeling a bit tight with disappointment and sadness.
"Fuck no! I'm not going to schedule my blowjobs like play dates! Just... text me."
"Text you?"
"If you're going to the park, text me. I'll keep away."
"Okay. You'll text me if you're headed there?"
"Fine. Yeah. Whatever. Just be careful."
I nodded and walked out into the hall.
"And Abe? Stay out of my room, out of my phone, and out of my business from now on," Andy added before slamming his door.
I went to my room and fell back on the bed. The conversation with my brother hadn't exactly been the bonding experience I'd been expecting, but at least something had come of it. Thanks to Andy's idea about texting, I'd know exactly when I could find my brother at the Stanford Park glory hole from now on.
I didn't plan on going to Stanford Park that day, but it drew me in like a magnet a couple of hours after Andy left for work. I told my parents I was going to the park- not a lie, though they'd assume I meant the one on our side of town- and headed out on my bike.
I knew Zeke would be locked in with family night- a Saturday evening tradition at the Barlow residence as far back as I could remember- and I was bored and horny, the very circumstances glory holes were designed for.
I thought about texting Andy as we'd agreed, but he'd be at work for hours still, so I didn't bother.
I walked into the bathroom and saw feet in both of the stalls. Only the urinals were free. I hesitated, knowing that the guy in the stall would be able to see my face at the urinal if he looked through the peep hole.
I'd come all this way to get off, though, so I decided to just say fuck it and take the chance. I walked up to the urinal and pulled my already hard cock out of my shorts.
I stood there lightly stroking it, moving my eyes back and forth between my dick and the glory hole. I was just starting to think that the stall occupant must be a constipated heterosexual when a finger appeared very tentatively and made a circle around the inside of the hole.
I turned and put my dick through the glory hole. There were a few moments of nothing, and then a warm, wet mouth engulfed me.
I was already getting spoiled, I guess, by the fantastic head I'd received from Zeke and Andy. This was amateur hour by comparison. He was mostly focused on licking and sucking the head, but at least he was stroking me at the same time.
It was a mouth on my cock, though, and the worst blowjob is still pretty damn good, especially when you're still new to it all.
I was just starting to really get into it when I heard the latch open on the other stall. I tried to pull my dick out, but the guy had a solid grip on it and was reluctant to let go.
There wasn't enough time. I was caught. A muscular African American in a tank top who looked to be in his late 20's stopped and stared at me, my body pressed into the stall partition, my shorts and underwear pushed down below my ass.
We locked eyes and he shook his head at me, a disgusted look crossing his face. "Fucking faggots."
Thankfully, he kept going, walking out of the bathroom, but I was pretty freaked out and managed to get my cock back through the hole and tucked away.
Andy's warning to be careful suddenly had more meaning. That guy could have beat the shit out of me. I could hold my own in a fight with a guy my own size, but not with a buff guy like that.
I'd lost interest in getting off. I just wanted to get away. I headed outside, where the park seemed pretty deserted for a Saturday. It wasn't empty, though. The guy from the bathroom was nearby, standing there talking on his phone.
I was suddenly sure he was calling the police on me. But, unless they caught me doing something it was his word against mine. Right? But what if they called my parents?
While his back was still turned I ran to some nearby bushes and hid inside. It was a pure panic move. I kept my eyes on him, waiting for the cops to arrive so he could lead them inside to arrest us faggots.
Then, as he turned and walked a little way toward where I was hiding, I heard him laugh.
"I bet! Okay, I'll grab dinner on the way." I exhaled for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He wasn't calling the police on me after all, I was just paranoid.
That's it, I decided. Going forward, I would only use the glory hole from inside the stall. Being out by the urinals was far too risky.
I was about to climb out of the bushes when a movement from the bathroom door caught my eye. The guy who'd just been sucking my dick was coming out.
It was Chris Benner.