Sea Change, Chapter 38: Getting Away
By Josh
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The night was turning cool by the time Daniel and I climbed into the front of the Bronco. We pulled off our shoes and then climbed between the seats into the back. The Bronco might have been in my parent's driveway, but it was all ours; our own private place.
We took off our jackets and tossed them into a corner, and then sat down beside each other on the mattress When Daniel started to unbutton his shirt, I pushed his hand away.
"Let me," I said, starting on his buttons myself.
Daniel smiled tolerantly and leaned back on his elbows. "I'm glad you like doing that," he said.
I glanced up at him and winked. "I've told you; every time I undress you, it's like opening a present... several presents," I said, laying his shirt open. I kissed one nipple, then the other while loosening his belt. "I like opening packages. You know that....well, just your package."
"Too late," he said with a grin. "You had it right the first time, you horny bastard. You said package-es."
I poked his hard belly with a bent knuckle and straddled his waist. "Asshole... as if you're the virgin queen."
He laughed and cupping his hand behind my head, pulled me forward into a kiss. "I like unwrapping your package too," he said.
"I don't know why," I said. "I just keep rewrapping the same old toys."
"My favorite toys," he said.
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It had been a long day; a long week. But by far the longest were the last couple of hours at Trinity while I waited for Daniel to arrive from Austin. I felt alone at school now that I'd been outed. Lenny and Michael were great new friends; but they were new friends. I missed Daniel.
"It's not that bad," Daniel said, stepping into my dorm room. He lifted my chin and studied my eye.
"No, as black eyes go, it's mainly just black," I said. "Didn't swell a whole lot; just black under the eye. They'll love it back home."
"We could put black under your other eye," Dan suggested. "We're going to a football game and they do that for football games."
"Only the players do that, Dan."
"Everyone will think you're getting into the spirit of things," he said with a punch to my arm. He looked around the room. "Where's Eric?"
I wriggled my eyebrows and pulled Dan into an embrace. "He's not here," I said.
Our kiss was instantly passionate. It wasn't simply a matter of being horny. We'd both had sex in the last week. Our passion was because it had been two weeks since we'd been together.
I wanted him. I wanted him naked, in my arms, in bed. I wanted to press our cocks together. I wanted to wrap his body up in mine... all night long. But I would need to be patient.
He started to back me toward the bed.
"We can't; we don't have time," I whispered.
He groaned. "It might be hours before we get another chance," he said. "Not till after the game."
I leaned my forehead onto his shoulder and shook my head. "I'm sorry. But I want to see Colin before he plays, and Mom is fixing supper."
"Quick sixty-nine?" he asked, grinding his hard cock against mine through our pants.
"Eric might be back at any time," I said as Daniel pressed his mouth to my neck. I felt myself weaken. "Oh, shit!"
He grabbed my ass and pulled our crotches together hard.
"It's bad enough everyone knows I'm gay, Dan. If someone walks in on us, my ass will be grass."
"Umm, ass," he mumbled on my neck.
"At least let me lock the door to the bathroom," I said.
When I turned back from locking the door, Dan had dropped his pants and underwear and was stroking his hard cock. Damn I loved his cock.
I jerked my pants down as I returned to him. We grabbed each other's butts and pulled together hard. "Oh, shit, Dan," I said, gasping. "Stick it anywhere you want."
I leaned forward, hands on the dorm room door to hold it closed in case Eric tried to come in, while Daniel took me from behind. Then I did him. It was fast, but at least it took the edge off.
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It had still been a long evening.
I sat back astride Daniel's lap. Light from a streetlamp down the block fell through one of the Bronco windows onto his face. He smiled. "It turned out to be a good day, didn't it, Seany?"
"Sure," I said, pulling off my shirt. "After this last week at school, any day away from Trinity is a good day. Plus any day with you is a great day. And it's about to get even better!"
Reaching behind his back, I pulled him forward and finished taking his shirt off. We kissed.
I backed farther down his legs, pulling his pants and underwear down with me. Daniel leaned back onto his elbows again and lifted his hips for me.
"Your mom seems to be making an effort, Sean," he said. "Fixing your favorite casserole for supper and all."
"Maybe," I said, pulling his pants off over his feet.
"She had a fit when she saw your eye," Daniel said with a smile. "If Eric had been here, she would have taken him on."
My eyes traveled slowly up Daniel's body, tracing the lines of the muscles in his legs, admiring the curve of his semi-hard erection lying out to his hip, following the seams of his ab muscles.
"Sean," he said. "You look like a vulture."
I grinned, and undid my belt. "You look like dinner," I said.
Daniel shook his head from side to side. "Tsk, tsk... what would your mama say?"
Kneeling up, I pushed my pants down to my knees and then sat as I pulled them the rest of the way off.
"My Mom seemed happy with you today," I said, kneeling up over him again. I scooted up over his lap and sat back on my haunches so that my balls rested on his. My cock was harder than his and pointed straight up his belly.
"Not happy," he said. "But she was civil. Maybe she's accepting the inevitable."
"Maybe," I said, taking his cock in my hand and holding the underside of his to mine.
He sighed and wiggled his hips. Then his eyes lifted to mine. "What do you want to do about Aaron and Jorge?" he asked.
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He had asked it earlier, on the drive down. "If we run in to Aaron, what do you want to do?"
"Say hi, I guess," I said. "If you're asking what we do if Aaron and Jorge invite us to the ranch, I've thought about it... I only get you on the weekends, Dan. If you want to do a rescue, we can. But my preference would be you and me, alone in the back of this Bronco."
I really hadn't expected to see Aaron at all. I should have known he might be at the game.
He was standing over us in the bleachers, almost before I knew he was there. "You didn't tell me you guys were coming," Aaron said, arms crossed. Jorge came up beside him, smiling broadly.
"Hey, guys!" I said, rising to my feet. Daniel rose too. I wasn't sure whether to shake hands or hug.
Jorge chose a back-patting hug. "Hey, Jorge," I said, patting his back in return. "How are you, guy?"
"Good," he said, happily. "Everything's good."
Aaron's countenance softened, and he stepped forward to give me a backslapping hug.
I hugged him back. "I'm sorry Aaron, it was sort of a last minute thing," I said. "And we're only going to be here this weekend."
"Can we at least sit with you guys for the game?" he yelled as the crowd noise started to rise.
Daniel and I moved down the row, making room for them. Aaron sat beside me and Jorge sat on his other side.
While the teams warmed up and the bands filed into the stands, Aaron asked about my black eye and frowned when I gave him the outline. Then he asked several questions about Trinity in general with the air of an older brother who disapproved. After a few minutes, Daniel moved to the other side of Jorge to chat with him. I was afraid Daniel was pissed that I was talking to Aaron so much, but he smiled and winked.
After the coin toss, the teams took to the field. I noticed Aaron watching the cheerleaders. "You doing girls again," I asked, leaning close to not be overheard.
Aaron shrugged. "One girl. Twice," he said. "I'm still waiting to do one with you."
"Damn, Aaron," I said. "Don't you ever give up?"
He grinned and shook his head. "No way!" Then he put an arm over my shoulder, and put his mouth by my ear. "You should have let me know you were coming. I could have arranged for us to have the ranch. But my uncle's out there this weekend." He pulled my shoulder tighter. "Shit, I've missed you!"
"Sorry I didn't let you know," I said. "Maybe next time."
Down on the field, Colin threw a thirty-five yard pass and the crowd jumped to their feet.
When we sat back down, Aaron pulled his and Jorge's shoulders together and they talked briefly.
On the next play, Colin handed the ball off to his fullback and the guy made it down to the 10 yard line. After that, it took three attempts before Colin finally carried the ball across the goal line himself.
After the following kickoff, Aaron leaned toward me. "Why don't you guys come over to our place tomorrow night? We'll grill some steaks, drink some beer."
"You guys live in Jorge's room above his garage, right?"
"Yeah," he said.
"I have to check. My mom might be expecting us for supper."
"Come over afterward," he said.
I leaned close to Aaron. "Even if we came, we wouldn't spend the night," I said.
Aaron leaned back, studying me. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head and leaned toward him again. "Nothing's wrong, Aaron. But Daniel and I are together now."
"You were before," he said.
"It's getting more serious."
He bit his lip. "Come anyway. Tell us about it."
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"So what do you want to do about Aaron," Daniel asked again as I held our cocks together and rocked with my hips.
"We might need to go," I said. "When Jorge and I went for sodas, we talked."
Dan nodded and stroked up the outside of my thighs. "I like Jorge, Sean. The poor guy's sure in love with Aaron."
"Yeah," I nodded. "But he still has the hots for you."
"Really?" Daniel grinned.
"You knew that," I said. "He always had a thing for you, even when he and I were sorta together."
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Jorge looked happy, sitting on the other side of Aaron; smiling more than I ever remembered Jorge smiling. The crowd cheered and Jorge jumped to his feet. Though still slender and elegant looking, his movements were more assured.
The other team called a time out and I stood up as well. "Jorge," I said, "come with me to get sodas."
"What do you want us to bring?" I asked looking down at Aaron.
He gave me a lopsided smile, as if he were about to chide me for not asking him along, but then thought better of it. "Coke," he said.
"Daniel?" I asked.
"Coke," he said.
"At least you haven't switched from red pop, have you?" I asked Jorge with a mock frown.
"Nah, I still love it."
"We have to go a little slow," I said. "I'm going without my cane."
"Excellent," Jorge said.
We bumped shoulders in a friendly manner as we descended the stairs. It was crowded on the ramp and I pulled him off to one side. "Let's wait for the crowd to thin," I suggested.
We drifted toward a quiet spot at the base of the stands. "So are you really doing OK?" I asked.
He nodded, smiling.
"I'm almost surprised you guys have stuck together," I said. "Aaron's such a horn dog."
Jorge ginned and leaned back against a wide support column. "He still is."
"But he says he's only done one girl lately," I said, leaning next to him against the column.
Jorge smiled. "He told me that he'd rather come home to me."
I searched Jorge's eyes, wondering if he was being serious.
He noticed and leaned closer. "He's gay, Sean," he said quietly. "Or bi; whatever you want to call it."
"Bi," I said. "For sure. He still likes girls."
Jorge shrugged. "Yeah, but some of that's show. I know him, better than anybody, Sean." He kicked at the asphalt flooring. "You know what else he told me?"
I shook my head.
"He told me how you guys used to mess around when ya'll were growing up. He always liked doing stuff with you. But he always thought it was just playing around. And then last spring, he saw you in a swim suit at a party and he said that was when he realized he really liked guys." Jorge grinned. "He said he got more excited thinking about doing something with you than he ever did with a girl."
"Yeah, I remember that," I said, feeling my neck flush with the memory of that first trip to the ranch. I cleared my throat and shifted my feet. Aaron had told me that Jorge was cool with the thing Aaron and I had for each other but it still felt awkward, hearing him talk about us. "Are ya'll doing other guys?" I asked.
He shook his head. "We've met some other gay guys, but none we thought about doing anything with. We're sorta happy, you know; just us."
I leaned closer. "Are you guys in love?"
Jorge chuckled. "Don't ask Aaron that, OK? You know how macho he tries to be. And he's been sensitive lately. Guys - well some of his old friends – are beginning to suspect about us." Jorge grinned sadly. "I'm not the most masculine guy, you know."
"How worried is Aaron?" I asked.
Jorge shrugged. "He's told me he isn't leaving and I believe him." He glanced up at me. "He loves me, Sean. He's not the type who'd say it. But I know." He smiled. "The way he holds me when we're alone... the things he likes to do together... the things he says to me when it's just us."
His smile widened. "You'd be surprised as some of what he likes to do." He swallowed hard. "He's told me things that he's never told anyone else."
I laid my hand on Jorge's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"It's awfully good to have someone to talk to," he said, gratefully. "I've wanted to tell Aaron hundreds of times how much I love him. But I can't just do that with Aaron... You know him. And I don't have anyone else who would understand."
He lightly touched my belly through my shirt. "I've missed you," he said.
Others might have seen, but I didn't care. Jorge was awfully special. They probably figured us both for gay anyway. As long as no one tried to pick a fight, it was fine with me.
"Do you think you guys are going to stay together for a while?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Don't ask me. If it were up to me, yeah. I've never had a friend like him, Sean; a best friend. He's said the same thing; he's never had a best friend like me." He smiled ruefully. "It's funny; as far as I was concerned... you know, at the beginning... it was just sex. I figured he was in love with you... and he still is... sorta. And honestly, I was a lot more interested in you back then as well. I mean, you and me were lovers back then... sorta."
He shrugged. "This summer, working at the ranch all the time together, sleeping together every night... making love all the time." He smiled sheepishly. "It was almost like being married... It did something between us; it made us... together."
"Maybe we will come over tomorrow night," I said, thoughtfully. "I want to tell you about something Daniel and I plan to do." But then I frowned. "Wait. Would that mess things up? I mean like, would Aaron want to do stuff?" I started to say, 'with me' but didn't. Jorge could finish the sentence just as well as I could.
The sheepish smile returned to his face. "Don't take this the wrong way, Sean, but we've both been waiting for you to come home for a visit. We were going to kidnap you to the ranch. Aaron's not the only one who wants to mess around. It's been a long time since you and I did anything."
Jorge glanced around and leaned closer. "Look," he said. "It's not like we haven't made love before... I mean, you and me Sean, we were lovers for a while. And I like Daniel; I've always liked Daniel. You know that. Besides, who else are we going to mess around with down here?"
Even if no one saw Jorge's fingers on my belly, they would soon see my erection jutting out to the side. Jorge and I had been lovers, and my body remembered. And for a moment, I imagined him close to me, naked.
I shook myself out of it. "Jorge," I said. "You should be able to understand; things are really special between Dan and me right now. We only get to see each other on weekends, and we want to be together."
"You aren't doing anyone else?" he asked, mildly surprised.
"Well..."
"What's wrong with us?" he asked.
"Jorge," I loudly whispered in exasperation. "You and I were lovers. And Aaron and I have had this... this thing. Hell, we still have the hots for each other. You have to know that."
His fingers flexed on my stomach. "At least come for supper," he suggested.
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"Did you and Aaron have a good talk?" I asked Daniel, squeezing our cocks together and releasing, and squeezing again.
He nodded. "I told him how sorry I was that I let you talk me into going to that ball next weekend." Daniel smiled. "He said he'd be glad to go in my place."
"Forget it," I said. "You aren't getting out of it."
"How did I know you'd say that," Daniel asked.
"We can go over there – to Aaron's and Jorge's -- for a while if you want," I said. "We can even go over for supper. Mom said she wasn't planning anything special. She just wants us here for Sunday dinner."
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Mom had been in a particularly good mood after the game. She was glad that Colin's team won, and that he had thrown two touchdown passes. Colin, Dad, Daniel, and I sat at the kitchen table, replaying the game, down by down, while Mom made BLTs for us.
Colin was happy, animated, and he kept talking long after Mom and Dad went to bed, talking about the game and previous games, filling me in on all the local happenings, telling me about school. With everyone else in bed, I backed up to Daniel on the couch, using him as a backrest, and Daniel put his arm around my chest.
Colin handled it well, even when Daniel hugged me to him and kissed the top of my head. "About time for bed?" Daniel asked.
I would have liked to talk to Colin more, and Dan would have let me. But it was late, and Dan and I had only the quickie at the dorm before we left. I still wanted him.
When Dan took his toiletry kit to our bathroom, Colin came over to the couch and sat beside me. "I've really missed you, Sean," he said, rubbing the back of my neck.
I nodded. "I've gotten awfully homesick a few times, and it's usually when I'm thinking about you." I patted his leg. "You're still my roomy."
At the door, before we left for the Bronco, I roughed Colin's hair. He wrapped his arms tightly around my neck and pressed his cheek to mine. I hugged him and rocked him in my arms. Daniel waited out by the Bronco.
"I wish you were sleeping inside," Colin said. "It's fine with me if you and Daniel both sleep in your bed. Our room's so damned empty without you, Sean."
"Mom and Dad would have a fit," I said. "I'd invite you to sleep out in the Bronco with us, but they'd probably have a fit over that, too."
He hugged me even tighter and I squeezed him in my arms. "I love you, Colin."
"Yeah, I love you too, Sean."
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A gust of wind blew past the Bronco, rocking it slightly. I rested my hands on the mattress on either side of Daniel's shoulders and rocked my hips, rubbing our hard cocks together.
"What kind of mood are you in tonight?" Daniel asked.
"What kind of mood are you in?" I asked, swaying my back deeply to press my belly down onto his. "I can move forward a little and slip you into something warm," I suggested with a grin. "Or I can slide back a little and slip myself into something warm. Or we can sixty-nine."
Daniel pushed up off his elbows, sitting up. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my chin. "You're the one who had the rough week," he said. "What do you want to do?"
I didn't need to think about it. "Honestly?" I said, "I want to simply lie on my back and have you lay on me, and for us to just rub together.
He smiled and pushed me off him, and over on to my back. I opened my legs for him and he settled between them, pressing our cocks between our hard bellies; laying his balls on mine.
I pulled my knees higher and laid my hands lightly on his lean back.
"Like this?" he asked, his nose brushing mine.
"Almost," I said. "Just one more thing; you're mouth belongs on mine."
He didn't kiss me right away, but I could see the smile in his eyes. "I love you, Seany," he said quietly. "Beloved."
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It had grown cold in the night and under our blankets, I was spooned tightly to Daniel's backside when Colin banged on the side of the Bronco early the next morning. The passenger side door opened and he leaned in. "Dad says to tell you he's fixing breakfast."
I groaned and pulled Daniel tighter. "It's too cold out there."
Colin climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door. "Did I interrupt anything?" he asked.
"I wish," Daniel mumbled.
Under the blankets, I reached over his side and found his cock. It was hard, and I gave it a squeeze.
"Someone's always horny," I said.
"Morning wood," Dan said. "It'll go down if you just leave it alone."
"Where's the fun in that?" I asked.
"So you guys want me to leave you alone," Colin asked.
"Unless you want to crawl in here with us," Daniel said.
I lifted the blanket and popped Dan's butt, loud enough for Colin to hear.
"Cool it Dan. Colin's got a girlfriend now and you know it," I said.
"Oh, yeah," Daniel said, scooting his butt back against my loins. "Tell me about her, Colin. You said her name's Heather, right?"
"Yeah, Heather," Colin said. "You know her. Her older sister, Misty, was in your class."
"Oh, that Heather. Shit, Colin. She's cute," Daniel exclaimed.
"What'd you expect?" I asked. "My little brother's cute."
"She's more than cute," Colin said. "She's the coolest girl at school."
I patted Daniel's butt and sat up, looking for my underwear. "It's serious, Dan. Colin says he feels the same way about her that I do about you."
Daniel pushed up on his side, the blankets slipping to his waist. His disheveled hair looked wild from behind, and along with his slender torso, he looked splendidly natural, like a wild boy. I was glad for Colin to see him that way; to see how cool my lover was.
"That's pretty serious," Daniel agreed. He eyed Colin. "You really feel that way?"
Colin nodded.
"Well be careful. Sean can't get me pregnant."
"Now you tell me," I complained.
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Dad served me another egg, over easy, and more sausage. Then he did the same for Daniel.
"How come you let mom and Laurie sleep, but woke us up?" I asked.
"You like breakfast," Dad said. "And I felt like fixing it for you guys. You can go back out to the Bronco to sleep when you're finished."
"Not hardly," I said. "It's gotten cold out there. I need to ask Mom for some blankets before tonight."
"You guys could sleep inside," Dad suggested.
I shook my head. "No thanks. We'll be fine."
"You could both sleep in our room," Colin offered. "Daniel can have my bed and I'll sleep on the floor."
I expected Dad to shoot down that idea. He didn't. "That would be OK if you guys remember the rules," he said. "It's supposed to be cold and rainy tonight."
Colin smiled broadly. "Great. You guys can sleep inside."
I knew how Colin must be feeling; I missed being roommates. But I hated giving up one of the two nights I had to make love with Dan. I was about to say no again when Daniel spoke up.
"If we do," Daniel said, "I'll take the floor."
I kicked at him under the table.
Dan frowned and gave me a 'we'll-work-it-out-look'.
Dad sat down at the table. With only him and Colin there, it seemed like a good time to broach the idea of our commitment ceremony. "Dad," I said. "We wanted to talk to you and Colin about something Dan and I are planning to do."
Dad took a bite of egg and leaned back in his chair with an eyebrow raised expectantly.
"Do you remember when I borrowed your Bible in the car on the way to San Antonio?"
Dad nodded.
"I wanted to look up a verse I heard mentioned in church once. It struck me when I heard it as something that fitted how I felt about Dan. I wrote it down," I told Dad, pulling the paper from my pocket.
As I spread out the verse before me, I gave Dad and Colin a serious glance. "Now wait till I explain the whole thing," I said. Then holding the paper, I read. "It shall come about if he says to you, 'I will not go out from you,' because he loves you... then you shall take an awl and pierce it through his ear into the door, and he shall be your servant forever."
"You both know how I feel about Dan," I said, taking Dan's hand into mine under the table. "When I heard that verse, I knew right away that it was something I wanted to do. Not using an awl of course, but I told Dan that I wanted him to pierce my ear and put an ear stud in it because I want him to make me his servant forever... I know, it might sound silly to you ..."
Dad shook his head. "It sounds serious, not silly," Dad said. "You know that's not the whole verse. Isn't there something about a wife and children?"
"I skipped the part that doesn't apply, Dad," I said. "The point is that I don't want to 'go out from' Daniel, ever. We already promised to spend our lives together. But this is even more than that. It's me giving my life to Dan, if he'll have it. And he says he will."
"We're both doing the ear piercing," Dan interjected. "I'm giving Sean my life, too."
Dad chewed on that, his lips pursing, unpursing.
"We were just going to do it, Dad; privately, between us," I said. "But Linda, the girl I've told you about, thought that we might want to have friends or family there; you know, sort of like witnesses to a contract. And we thought you might consider coming since it has everything to do with love and friendship and not necessarily anything to do with what you don't approve of."
"How serious are you about this?" Dad asked.
"You know me, Dad," I said. "We're serious. It's the biggest thing that has ever happened in my life. It's the biggest thing that ever will happen."
Dad looked back and forth from me to Daniel.
Colin chuckled, uneasily. "You mean sort of like a wedding?"
"As far as commitment goes," I said. "Yeah. More than a wedding really, married people don't promise to be servants for life to each other."
"That's exactly what they promise," Dad said. "Or should be." He took another bite of egg and chewed thoughtfully.
"Dad, if you don't want to come, we understand."
"When and where are you going to do this?" he asked. "What have Daniel's parents said?"
"We're still figuring out the when and where," I said.
"Roger and Mary want to be there," Daniel said. "We talked about doing it in Houston. Maybe during the Christmas holidays."
I thought about Ry. "We might do it down here," I said. "And I was hoping Colin could be there... I won't ever be getting married, but if I did, he'd be my best man. I'd appreciate it if he could be there."
"What would I do?" Colin asked. "Hand you the ear stud?"
"Both ear studs," Daniel said.
"What about your mom and sister?" Dad asked. "Aren't you going to invite them."
I shrugged. "I wasn't sure you would want to come. I figured there'd be no way Mom would."
"If she wanted to?" Dad asked.
"Sure," I said. "She'd be invited, as long as she didn't mess things up."
"Let me think about it, son," Dad said. "I don't want to take this lightly. You're obviously serious. I want to be serious as well."
"We are going to do it, Dad," I said.
He nodded. "Yeah, I do know you Sean," Dad said.
"What else would I have to do?" Colin asked.
"Sweep the floors and hang up the decorations," I said.
"I bet I could come up with some good ones," Colin replied.
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We stuck close to the house that day, studying, visiting. Colin brought Heather by for lunch. She was a little taller than average, but not as tall as Linda. She was thin in the waist, but curvy in the hips and her breasts were a little fuller than I would have liked.
Her face was pretty and her eyes, bright and intelligent. Her long, dark hair curled at the ends and had what the commercials call body.
"I'll bring her back tonight," Colin said. "We can stick around the house."
"You're kidding, right? Tonight's the homecoming dance." I said. "And maybe a little privacy afterward."
Colin's brow furrowed. "We don't always get it on, Sean."
"OK, OK. I'm sorry that I said that. But take her out, Colin," I said, encouragingly. "Dan and I may go visit Aaron and Jorge."
"All night?" he asked, obviously disappointed.
"No," I shook my head. "We'll be back."
After lunch, Dan and I drove around town, looking for any changes to the old home town. "How are you feeling about things today?" I asked. "You know we don't have to go tonight if you've changed your mind."
"You want to," he said, reaching across to tease the hair at the back of my neck.
I nodded. I wasn't going to try to lie to him; he knew me too well. "Yeah. Aaron still turns me on, big time. Jorge does, too. But, Dan, I really would be just as glad if it was only you and me, making love all night."
"We do rescues all the time. Are you worried that this time I'm jealous."
"Yeah... some."
"Zee prrroblem, Meester. Sullivan, eez this," he said with thick, German-physiatrist accent. "Ev-er-y udder red-bluuded Amereecan male, geets zee (zee technical term eez hots) geets zee hots for total strangers..."
"Like you, Dr. Reese?" I asked innocently.
"Yah! Like me. But shut up. I'm zee docktor here. You, Meester Sullivan; you get zee hots for oooold lovers. Dat's unnnn-natural."
"No, what's unnatural is that accent."
"Hostility to-vard yur therapeest eez natural. Chasing zee old lover... dat eez not."
"I'm not chasing, you asshole."
"I am zee therapeest here, Mr. Sullivan."
"Do you really think I'm chasing them?" I asked quietly.
"No," Daniel said, shaking his head. "You just have this damned-awful tendency to fall in love with every guy you screw."
"I don't fall in love with them," I protested. "Sometimes I just feel, you know, real affection for someone when I'm... intimate with them."
"So you only have warm feelings for Jorge and Aaron?"
"Well, yeah. Warm's the right word."
Daniel socked my arm.
"Don't even think about saying you don't have some of those same warm feelings, Mr. Rescue-the-World," I warned.
He rubbed my neck, thoughtfully. "I know they're both special to you, Sean. So Aaron and I had a good talk while you and Jorge were away last night. We cleared the air a bit. He knows you belong to me, and it sounds like he and Jorge are a lot more serious about each other." He smiled. "They sound like they're lonely, though. They don't have many friends; certainly not gay ones. I think we ought to go over there for a little while at least."
"They'll want to get it on," I warned.
"Yeah," Daniel said, combing his fingers through the back of my hair. "Almost certainly."
"You wouldn't be pissed if Aaron and I did it?"
He leaned over and kissed me under the ear. "You and me," he said. "We're together for life, remember? If something happens over there, I'm cool with it." He kissed my neck and let his warm breath flow over my skin. "Just don't leave me out."
"You're kidding, right? Jorge won't leave you out, for sure. But look, we won't start anything, and maybe they won't. We might end up having a nice supper and just talking," I said.
"With Aaron?" Daniel asked with a raised eyebrow. "You think he's changed that much?"
"No," I said. "But maybe other things have."
Aaron called just after three that afternoon. "We can come for supper," I said. "If you still want us to."
"Hell yes! We'll grill something."
"It's getting cold as hell out."
"It'll be good; nothing like a fire when it's cold. Can you stay the night?"
"No," I said. "We need to be back home tonight."
There was a long pause. "OK, just come over whenever you're ready."
* * * * *
Aaron and Jorge met us at the gate to the back yard, and we exchanged friendly hugs; but only friendly. I thought Aaron was behaving himself because of Jorge's family, but it turned out that they had gone to Corpus that weekend. So we had the backyard to ourselves. I didn't particularly want the backyard. It was too damn cold and wet, even under the covered porch.
Aaron seemed oblivious to the weather. He was happy and smiling as he grilled, and I noticed that he gave Jorge a number of hugs. When Jorge brought out salsa he had made, and chips, I turned to whisper to Daniel. "They're cute. They really are like a married couple or something."
Grinning, Dan pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek. "Is that so bad?" he whispered.
I leaned back into Daniel's arms and noticed Aaron watching us. Our eyes met and he smiled.
. . . . .
We sat back from the small table that served as the complete kitchen in Jorge's garage apartment. Besides the food, I had drunk two beers, and I felt damn full and relaxed. Jorge for once had done a lot of the talking, telling us about the cross-country team he was on in school. Aaron told us about the soccer he was taking for phys ed, He liked it, and was even considering playing on a team across the Mexican border on the weekends.
As they talked, there were lingering glances, and smiles, and brushed knees; between Aaron and me, and Jorge and me, and between them and Daniel. Not a word was said about anything faintly romantic, but I found myself growing hard more than once.
Jorge's apartment had become more crowded with Aaron living there as well. I recognized Aaron's things scattered around the room and his television beside the couch. But Jorge's things were still there, including the architectural book I had given him, lying on the card table.
Jorge's artistic touch was evident in the arrangement and coloring of the furnishings. And the use of light; the room was lit by two floor lamps and one small lamp beside the bed. Denim curtains were closed over the two windows, and though it was cold and rainy outside, inside it was warm.
"Your bed looks bigger," I commented. "Queen size?" I asked with a grin.
"King size, you asshole," Aaron answered, kicking my foot. "Got it from my uncle when he was getting a new one."
I left the table to take a piss and when I returned, Jorge had moved from the table as well, taking a seat on the edge of their bed. Aaron and Daniel leaned back in their chairs.
Jorge's back was to me and his slender torso looked as fine as I ever remembered it. And I remembered it fondly. The back of his bare neck invited a loving kiss, but I wasn't his lover. Besides, we had agreed beforehand that if anyone started anything, it wouldn't be us. Dan might have said he was cool with it, but I wasn't about to jump Aaron's bones, or even Jorge's, and if nothing happened, that was fine with me.
Nevertheless, rather than return to the table, I took a seat behind Jorge on the bed. He used to like having his shoulders rubbed. I thought that would be an innocent way of showing the affection I still felt for him.
Well to be honest, I wanted to touch him, and I guess I knew, without really thinking it explicitly, that a spark was all the room needed to ignite. I gently placed my hands on either side of Jorge's neck. "You still like this?" I asked as I massaged.
Jorge closed his eyes and visibly relaxed. "Oh yeah."
"That's not where you rub me," Daniel said with an accusing grin.
I wriggled my eyebrows.
"I'll rub your shoulders," Aaron volunteered, patting his lap.
Daniel looked at me with a raised eyebrow that was at once, both amused and accusing – a 'well-you-started-it-now' eyebrow.
Daniel got up from his chair and backed on to Aaron's lap. Aaron pulled him further back and then began working Daniel's shoulders the way I was doing Jorge's.
"I see Jorge's been training you," I said to Aaron.
Aaron harrumphed. "I've been training him, too."
And then we grew quiet as Aaron and I massaged shoulders. The room was suddenly very warm. If we were going to do something, I would have really preferred to do Aaron. But this was better, I decided. Better all the way around that Daniel should do him.
When Aaron's hands worked down Daniel's back and then around, under his sides, to Daniel's pecs; and Daniel's eyes closed and his head rolled back, I figured we had passed the point of no return.
So, just as Aaron was doing with Daniel, I worked my hands down Jorge's back and then on to his chest, and I kissed the back of his neck. I pulled his shirt over his head and he half turned so we could kiss. It was the kiss of old friends and lovers; familiar, warm, even loving. I pulled my shirt off and pulled the bare skin of Jorge's back onto my chest, kissing his neck again. Jorge always loved to have his neck kissed.
He rose and pushing me back on the bed, lay down on top of me.
We kissed, embraced and ground together. And when we'd gotten thoroughly hot, Jorge stood up from the bed to finish undressing. I pulled off my shoes, socks and pants, tossing them over the side of the bed. And I noticed that Daniel had reversed himself in Aaron's lap, straddling Aaron's legs now, facing him. His shirt was off, and Aaron was sucking one of Daniel's nipples, while Daniel, with head back, clutched the sides of Aaron's head.
Daniel's fair skin contrasted with Aaron's darker skin, and his long blond hair so close to Aaron's black hair, was striking.
I scooted back on the bed until I sat back against the headboard, watching them, and then watching Jorge. His cock was hard and wagging as he grabbed a tube of lubricant and climbed up onto the bed. He moved up, straddling my legs, until he could sit and hold our cocks together. He rocked his forward, grinning as his balls pressed mine. He remembered what I liked.
Grabbing his slender shoulders, I pulled him into a kiss. "Aaron better be taking care of you," I whispered.
"Daniel better be taking care of you," he whispered back. He opened the lube and spread it onto my cock. "You're lookin' good, Sean," he said, rising on his knees to rub lube into his crack.
I ran my hands appreciatively over his hips. "You, too," I said.
Jorge rose on his knees, grabbed my cock, and guided me in. He pulled his legs out from under himself and crossed them at the ankles behind me, between the base of my back and the headboard; he settled even deeper on me. Then he clasped his hands on the back of my neck and gently smiled as he relaxed, taking my cock up into himself. I'd forgotten how good Jorge felt, all slender and wiry, his slightly skinny bottom pressing down hard and snug around the base of my cock. We sighed in unison.
He rested his forehead on mine, and I grabbed his butt, adjusting the fit. He started rocking on me; his weight keeping me deep inside him as he worked my cock back and forth. "Oh, damn, Jorge," I said with a gasp. "You've gotten even better."
He smiled and leaned back, holding on with his hands behind my neck. Digging his heels into my butt for more leverage to keep us tight, he swiveled his hips while I held his butt. He worked my cock well, and I moaned in appreciation. Then he pulled himself up, to whisper into my ear. "We still fit great."
The bed bounced as Aaron lay laid Daniel onto his back beside me. He pulled off Daniel's pants, running his hand appreciatively over Daniel's cock and down his legs. Then he quickly pulled off his own clothes, and his thick cock sprang up against the soft skin of his hard belly, and it wagged under him as he moved up over Daniel on all fours. My eyes followed his lines from his strong shoulders as they tapered down to his narrow waist; he was as lean and muscular as ever.
For a moment, I felt a twinge of envy; for both Aaron and Daniel. I wished I was with them; in the middle of them. But just then, Jorge began grinding more rapidly. He smiled, distractedly, and I felt a surge of affection for my old lover. And then maybe because I really do feel love when I make love, a strange feeling of camaraderie came over me. It was a good feeling; maybe even a great feeling -- almost as if I were making love with all three friends and all three were making love with me.
Sitting up straighter, I wrapped both arms around Jorge's waist hand held our bodies close as his hips rocked and he pressed the side of his face to mine. The feeling wasn't completely unlike that of running with him as I rocked my hips to keep time with his. Our breathing grew quick and regular, and our bodies grew damp with perspiration.
Next to us, Aaron picked up the lube. He lifted Daniel's legs to his shoulders, moving his hips up to Daniel's bottom. Daniel's eyes as well as mine were glued to Aaron's thick cock as he lubed it, and then aimed it with his hand into Daniel's uplifted butt. I watched as he slowly sunk all the way in, and then folded his darker body over Daniel's lighter one. He wrapped up Daniel's body in his, like he had done before with me, and his black hair fell over their faces, mixing with Daniel's blond. Then his smooth butt rose and fell, again and again.
I watched until Jorge's movements drew my attention back to us. While still clinging to the back of my neck, Jorge's whole body rocked on mine, bearing down on the base of my cock. The side of his head pressed the side of mine and his hot breath washed down the nape of my neck. Our bellies were close enough for him to easily rub his cock on me as he moved. I kept my arms tight around his waist and held him close, and Jorge did most of the work. I just concentrated on him.
. . . . .
Jorge brought two, long-necked beers back to the bed and handed me one. Then he sat between my legs and leaned back against me while we watched Aaron and Daniel. Aaron was all passion and movement; I half expected a rutting snort. Daniel's hands lay lightly on Aaron's back and he moved under him, meeting his thrusts. From his whimpers and grunts and even gurgles, I knew that Dan was discovering why I liked sex with Aaron.
"I guess Dan has officially joined the harem," I said out loud to Jorge, dangling my arm over his shoulder.
Jorge chuckled, relaxing back onto me. "We ought to call Aaron, Sultan or something."
"Grand Mufti," I suggested. "Or Shah of South Texas... like the Shah of Iran. Oh, oh... I've got it. How about Grand Poo Bah?"
Jorge chuckled and Aaron grunted his displeasure.
I swung my forearm back and forth over Jorge's chest, casually stroking with my fingertips. "Do you call each other by nicknames?" I asked.
"Who? Me and Aaron," Jorge asked. "You mean in private?"
"Yeah," I told him.
"Well yeah, we do in private."
"What?" I asked. "Tell me."
"Well," Jorge said. "He calls me hey-hey."
"Hey-hey?"
"Yeah, you know, Jorge... Jor – ge."
"Oh, instead of Hor-hey, it's hey-hey?" I asked.
"That's better than hor-hor," Daniel mumbled from inside their tight ball.
"What do you call Aaron?" I asked.
"Big cock," Aaron said gruffly.
Jorge leaned his head back and whispered, "Sweet ass."
I laughed. "Well you got that one right, though I still like Grand Poo Bah."
Daniel suddenly arched under Aaron and Aaron pounded faster. Jorge and I watched silently and my cock stiffened against his butt.
Aaron brought two bottles of beer back to the bed, handing one to Daniel who was still on his back. Then he lay down on his side across the foot of the bed and Jorge moved from my lap, trading it for Aaron's stomach as a backrest.
Daniel, beer in hand, scooted over to sit beside me, our legs stretching out toward Aaron with Jorge's stretching back between ours.
"How ya doin?" I asked Dan, reaching over Jorge's feet to rub the inside of Daniel's thigh
"He's gotten a lot better than that time we all went to the beach," Daniel said. "A lot better."
Aaron lifted his beer bottle in a return salute.
"Uh, huh, now you understand." I said, and then patted the inside of Jorge's calf. "Jorge's no slouch either; I bet they're almost as hot as us when they go at it together."
"Hotter," Aaron said with a grin. "A hell of a lot hotter. Latin blood."
"Yeah, right," I said. "You haven't seen us go at it."
"Go ahead," Jorge said, throwing an arm back over Aaron's side. "We'll watch."
"And learn," Daniel said with a grin.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "Let me tell you about what Daniel and I are planning to do. You remember the handprints on the butt that Dan and I did?"
Aaron combed the back of Jorge's hair with his fingers as Dan and I explained the handprints again, and the two of them laughed when I told them about getting stripped at Trinity after Dan had drawn eyes above my pubes. Then Aaron stole glances at Jorge as we described what we had in mind for the ear piercing, Jorge only looked thoughtful.
"So are you guys not going to make it with other guys anymore?" Jorge asked with a furrowed brow.
"We'll do other guys," I said.
"At least until we're living together," Daniel said. He patted the inside of Jorge's leg. "We're used to a lot of sex... especially Sean."
"Very funny," I said.
"You've been getting more than me lately," Daniel said, flatly.
"So what's the significance of the ceremony you're talking about?" Jorge asked. "If you're not planning on being faithful to each other, what is it all about?"
There was a moment of awkward silence as I tried to think how to answer.
"It's about more than sex, Jorge," Daniel said. "It's me saying to Sean that I'm trading the whole world for him. It's saying that I want to spend my life with him. It's saying that he is my life."
He surprised me; Daniel wasn't usually so vocal. I took his hand in mine. "And it's me saying the same about Daniel," I added.
Jorge's furrowed brow remained. "It seems to me that if you really mean that, you'd leave off sex with everyone else and belong only to each other."
"When we're together we probably will," I said. "Although it gets complicated – do we tell them about Ry?" I asked, turning to Daniel.
"I guess we do now," he said with a smile.
"Well," I said, turning back to Jorge. "Ryan's a special friend who's sorta like our third... what? Partner? He did the handprint thing with us and is planning to live with us."
Jorge frowned. "You aren't talking about that kid are you? Austin what's-his-name's little brother? He's the only Ryan around here."
"He's only a couple of years younger than us," I said.
"And he's had a major crush on Sean almost as long as I have," Daniel added.
"The point is," I said emphatically, "we've all got special friends. You guys, a couple of guys I know at Trinity, a couple of Dan's best friends from Houston, the twins. I'm not sure we would ever want to shut you guys out of our lives that way. We're both guys, Jorge and what we're doing won't be like getting married to a girl. Our world; the gay world, is different from the straight world. You know that."
"It's still like getting married," Aaron said, and then smiled. "You guys could still go on a honeymoon after your ceremony."
Dan and I glanced at each other. "We haven't talked about that," Dan said. "We could."
"We have talked about a road trip, next summer," I said. "We've talked about taking the Bronco on a drive across the country."
"That sounds cool," Jorge said with a nod, his frown fading.
"We'll come along," Aaron offered with a grin.
"Oh sure," I said. "The four of us in the back of the Bronco. Like that would work!"
"The new Broncos are going to be even smaller," Jorge said. "Yours isn't that small."
"It is for a cross-country trip," I pointed out.
"Cozy," Daniel said.
"My traveling harem," Aaron said with a grin.
Daniel leaned toward me with one of his grins. "We could get T-shirts that say 'Aaron's Harem'... you know, the kind of shirt that only comes down just under the arms and leaves the midriff bare. And his," he said, pointing at Aaron, "would say 'Aaron'."
"Sure," I said, getting into the fun of joking around, "We could even get Linda to make us a couple extra of those loincloths we'll be wearing next week and we could all wear them for the trip... open air like. And we could get extra T-shirts made and offer them as incentives – if you want to join the Harem, you have to get initiated."
"Look at him," Daniel said, nodding toward Aaron. "He's grinning from ear to ear; he likes the idea."
"Yeah, but you don't get to do all the initiating," I warned. "Anyone in the harem can initiate."
Then I nodded toward Jorge who was frowning. "I don't think Jorge likes the idea of Aaron's harem expanding."
Jorge shrugged. "A cross-country trip like that together could be fun, maybe, but not a traveling orgy. It sounds like you would need a bus more than a Bronco."
"We wouldn't pick up guys to travel with us," I said.
"Strictly one-night stands," Daniel agreed. "On our bike tour, we rescued several guys that way."
"Rescued?" Aaron asked.
"Fucked 'em," Jorge said. "I've heard about their rescues."
"OK, bad idea," I said with a dismissive wave of my hand.
Then Aaron did something that surprised me. I expected him to say, "No; good idea!" But instead, he sat up and looped an arm over Jorge's shoulders, kissing the side of his face. "They're just kidding, Hey-hey," he said with surprising tenderness. "But even if they aren't, I don't need any fuckin' harem."
Jorge smiled.
"Why just you, Sean, Daniel, and a dozen girls are enough," Aaron added.
Jorge gave Aaron a hard elbow to the gut. With a laugh, Aaron pulled Jorge into the crook of his arm and kissed him. The kiss held. Aaron's hand snaked into Jorge's lap, fondling his balls, and both their cocks began to thicken.
"See what you've started?" I asked Daniel.
He grinned and, leaning toward me, cupped my chin with his palm. He kissed me, and then pulled my chin forward, putting his lips to my ear. "My turn on top," he whispered.
. . . . .
"It's not fair," Aaron said. "You can't leave yet. I didn't get to do you, Sullivan."
"That's OK, Grand Poo Bah," I said, patting his butt as I got up from the bed. "There'll be other times. I'll be right back, Dan. After I take a huge piss."
"Yeah, I gotta take one too," I heard Aaron say behind me. And then he joined me at the toilet as we both pissed hands-free.
"It was hot," he said. "The way you guys were doing it right next to us."
"Yeah. That was great. I watched you guys a bit."
"I watched you," he said, and I felt his hand stroking my back.
"I'm sorry we didn't get a chance together," I said, my cock thickening even as my piss stream ended.
"Not half as sorry as me," he said, shaking off, and his hand dropped to my butt. "It was probably good, though. For Jorge."
"Daniel, too," I said. "They need to know they're first." I shook off, and patted Aaron's butt. "I think you love Jorge a lot."
He nodded. "Yeah. He's incredible," Aaron said and his eyes met mine. "I love him." He held my gaze as he gently pulled me closer.
I nodded slightly. "I love Daniel," I said, as I felt my pulse begin to quicken. We'd just come twice, but standing next to Aaron, with his hand on my butt...
He turned toward me, pulling my loins to his. Our semi-erections pressed out to the side. Suddenly his lips were on mine and our arms were around each other. He covered my face with kisses and I started to melt; but only started.
"We can't," I said. "It's late and..."
"Dan and Jorge," Aaron said with a nod, and then stepped back. If he had stayed pressed to me, it would have been difficult to stop. If we hadn't already made love, it would have been almost impossible.
Our cocks were still half stiff as we came from the bathroom, but it was obvious from the short time we were away that we couldn't have done much more than hug.
"They've still got a thing for each other," Dan said to Jorge, as Dan pulled up his pants. "Maybe we'll just have to have a thing for each other ourselves."
Jorge smiled. "Hasn't Sean told you? I've always had a thing for you, Dan."
"Don't start any thing now," I interrupted. "It's late and we need to get going. Besides, Aaron and I behaved; you two can as well."
"You didn't behave much," Daniel observed with a pointed glance at my midsection.
"Yeah we did. That's the trouble with being in a harem. The Grand Poo Bah there," I said, jerking my head toward Aaron, "has a favorite – some exotic beauty named Hey-hey."
Jorge snorted, but he smiled.
At the door, I pulled him aside. "You were right, Jorge," I said. "He loves you an awful lot."
Jorge grinned and hugged me.
In the Bronco, Daniel laid his arm casually over my shoulder. "You could've done it, you know. You and Aaron could have gotten it on."
"Nah," I shook my head. "We didn't want to."
"Ha!" he said. "Like I'd believe that."
"Alright, we did want to, real bad. But we didn't want to even more. Aaron and Jorge have something special going, Dan. I think it's growing on them, and Aaron wanted to be thoughtful of Jorge."
"And you wanted to be thoughtful of me?" He asked, twirling the back of my hair.
"Yeah," I said. "I did."
"Thanks, Seany," Dan said. "But I think there will be other times." His head cocked, thoughtfully. "I like them, Sean. I liked us together... you know them and us."
"Me too. I know we were joking about driving across the country together, but if we ever did do that, I bet it would be fun. And not just because Aaron is such a hot top; you liked him, didn't you?"
"He's good," Daniel acknowledged.
"From the noises you were making, I could tell you thought so."
"I make more noise with you and you know it," he said.
"Really? You think so?"
"Yeah, you're just always making so much noise yourself, you don't notice."
I grinned and reached across to pat his leg. "We do have fun, don't we? You think we made enough love this evening? If we sleep inside tonight, we won't get another chance to make love until everyone leaves for church tomorrow?"
Dan yawned. "I'm tired right now, but I may drag you back out to the Bronco in the middle of the night."
Daniel and I got home before Colin. "Guess he's scored again," I told Daniel as we brushed our teeth and undressed for bed.
"A guy as cute as Colin could score every night if he wanted," Daniel observed while crawling into his pallet on the floor. He covered himself only up to his waist, and my eyes swept over the smooth skin of his torso, over his angular shoulders, and up to where his blond hair fanned over his pillow. I had to fight the urge to crawl into bed with him right then.
I pulled off my briefs and crawled in to bed. "I think Colin's really serious about Heather."
Daniel smiled. "If you're gonna, I'm gonna," he said and pulled his briefs off as well. "But the thought of you lying so close, and so naked, could keep me awake."
I turned off the overhead light, leaving only my lamp on. Then I heard Colin pull into the drive.
"You know," Dan said thoughtfully, "Your dad was only worried about you and me getting it on. Do you think Colin wants to do anything with you? If he does, will you?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said with a shrug. "Being so serious with Heather, and making love with her a lot might have him feeling really straight, you know? The way he's struggled with all that, I'm not going to push anything. Besides, I'd feel funny as hell doing something with him in the same room if you weren't in on it."
"He seemed to want you to sleep in here pretty badly."
"Yeah, but that was because we miss each other. I'm willing to bet he won't try anything, even if he wanted to; not with you in the room. And that's fine with me. I'm well taken care of," I said with a wink.
"Well if he sneaks into your bed tonight, go with the flow. Just call me if you need any help."
I heard Colin in the kitchen, probably getting a drink of water before bed. "He'd freak if you jumped into bed, too," I said. "He's so worried about being gay."
"Well," Daniel whispered as we heard Colin approaching the room. "I know how close you guys have been. I'm cool with whatever. Just wake me if you want us to go to the Bronco." He winked.
Colin smiled when he saw we were still awake. "Great! Don't go to sleep yet," he said. "I want to talk."
Colin hurried in to the bathroom and Daniel shook his head. "I'm not sure I can stay awake. It's up to you."
I yawned. "You may have to drive tomorrow."
"Deal."
"Coward."
Colin pulled his shirt off as he came back into the room. I smiled with pride. My little brother was hot; long, willowy, not an ounce of fat on him. Daniel watched too, as Colin pulled off his shoes, socks, and pants. Down to only his briefs, Colin started to sit down on his bed, decided against it, and came over to sit on the edge of mine, facing back toward Daniel and me. "So tell me more about your ceremony thing," he said leaning forward.
Colin asked a lot of questions, mostly about our relationship, comparing it with his and Heather's. We both were seriously in love and he wanted to share that. Dan fell asleep and Colin scooted into bed beside me, shoulder to shoulder. "She's all I can think about," Colin said. "Not just sex. We don't always have much opportunity for that, you know."
"But you did tonight?"
He smiled and patted my hip. "Yeah tonight..." he started to say, but then patted my hip again, realizing that I was naked. "I forgot you always sleep nude," he said.
"I thought you did, too."
"Yeah," he said. "I do. Normally."
He made no move to get up.
"You can sleep with me," I offered, patting his hip.
"Daniel won't mind?" he asked.
"He said he wouldn't," I told him.
"What? You planned to ask me?"
"No," I answered. "But he thought you might want to and said it was OK."
Colin took a deep, thoughtful breath. "Yeah. OK."
I turned out the light.
. . . . .
Daniel woke and saw me sitting cross-legged on the floor beside him. I hadn't dressed, and had one of my textbooks open in my naked lap. "Where is everybody?" he asked.
"They just left for church."
"Colin, too?"
"Yeah."
Dan sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I woke up in the night and saw that Colin slept with you," he said
"Yeah, he did. You said it would be OK."
Dan nodded. "Did you have sex?"
"Uh-huh," I said, returning his gaze. "Lying together like that, we sprouted wood and I let Colin do me." Then I dropped my eyes. "Well, to be honest, it was more like we made love than just sex. But once he came, I let him go to sleep and I just held him. I didn't want to come. I wanted to save that... for us; this morning." I lifted my eyes to his. "Are you pissed?"
Dan smiled and knelt up on all fours to kiss me. "I told you it would be ok." He kissed me again. "You probably didn't sleep well then, if you were horny."
"I slept alright. I'd already come twice, remember."
"So," Dan said with a smile as he stood up. "You aren't horny at all this morning?" He turned for the bathroom, his cock thick from kissing and morning wood.
I watched the muscles of his back, legs, and butt as he walked to the john. "Even if I wasn't before," I said, "I'm getting horny now."
Dan chuckled, and then I heard his piss stream. I set my book down beside me and leaned back against the bed frame. "I thought about it," I called out to Dan. "You know, I thought about waking you up last night when things started up with Colin, but what the hell would I have said? Just wanted to let you know Dan, that Colin's about to do me."
He laughed, returning to the room, then, grabbing up his pillow, he knelt beside me and stretched himself across my lap, laying down so that his cock and balls dangled down on mine. His legs lay out to my right and his torso to my left, and his glorious butt filled my lap. "You've gotten to where you really like this, haven't you?" I said as I stroked his back and legs.
"You're the one who always wants to study this way," he said, nuzzling his pillow.
"Yeah right," I said, drawing a finger up his butt crack. "You're the one who likes his butt rubbed."
"And you're the one who likes my balls on his," Dan said, wiggling.
I chuckled. "Yeah, I love it."
"Me too," he said. "I could lie this way all day."
"No you can't," I countered. "You always get horny. Like now! I feel your cock growing."
"So's yours," he said. "Adjust?"
"Yeah," I agreed.
He lifted his hips and when he did, I straightened my cock up my belly and he straightened his onto my leg before he settled down again, pinning my cock with his hip. "Nice," I pronounced.
I began the stroking that Dan loved; drawing my fingers up the backs and insides of his legs and over the fine golden hairs of his butt. He spread his legs slightly and I stroked lightly down his thick perineum and onto the back of his balls. "A perfect butt," I said, surveying my lap, "is an incredible thing."
"So are perfect hands," Daniel murmured.
I rubbed more firmly behind his balls and he moaned. Then I kneaded the globes of his butt.
"Did you ask your parents yet about us spending Thanksgiving at my house?" Dan asked.
"No. I'm waiting for the opportune moment."
"They'll understand, right? I mean they have Colin and your sister. My folks will be alone."
"My folks would be glad to invite them too if we wanted," I said.
"Nah," Dan said. "I want to go to Houston. I haven't seen my friends in a while. And I want to show you off."
"Roger and Mary would probably want to stay home anyway," I agreed. "Especially if they're going to have to travel at Christmas."
"Sean," Daniel asked thoughtfully. "Do you want a honeymoon?"
"A week or two, holed up with you somewhere doing nothing but making love? Why would I want to do that?"
"Asshole," he mumbled.
"I see a pretty one," I said, spreading his cheeks.
"Where would you want to go?" he asked. "You know, for a honeymoon."
"Does it matter?" I asked, using long strokes up the inside of his thighs.
"Yeah."
"I don't know. Maybe we could get Aaron and Jorge let us use the ranch. Or maybe we could rent a cabin at a state park. They aren't very expensive, and at that time of year, we'll want to be able to be inside."
"And naked," he said with a chuckle.
I drew my fingertips lightly over his butt and he moaned softly.
"Sean," he said, his voice thoughtful again. "Next week, this thing with Linda... you know I've never really been on a date with a girl; not a real date. Are we supposed to buy anything, like a corsage or something?"
"Yeah, we should. I thought about calling her friend Janet to see what she would recommend, but Linda told me when she invited us that she wanted to surprise everyone with us. So what I did was talk to a florist close to campus. I figured, it needs to be something that goes with a Grecian matron's costume, so we came up with one of those ring of flower things that they wear around their heads."
"Umm," Dan said with a sigh as I gently tickled the back of his scrotum. "Shouldn't we both take her something? Maybe I should pay for the room."
"Her dad's rich," I said. "She insisted on paying for the room. But the florist also suggested a belt of flowers. It was going to cost more money."
"Say no more, we'll do it," Dan said. He swiveled his hips lazily and our balls slid on each other. "It's funny," he said. "I'm sorta excited about it... the date and dance and all. Not," he said with a frown back at me, "not about doing a girl... well maybe a little. But I just think the whole thing could be fun."
"Yeah," I said. I've been thinking the same thing."
"You know what else would be fun?" he asked.
"What?"
He rolled off my lap, onto his back, and held his arms open to me. "This," he said.
He lay there, all naked and lean; his cock pointing straight up to his navel. I quickly knelt between his legs, stroking. Dan looked up at me expectantly widening his legs slightly more. Leaning forward, I lay my cock and balls down onto his, and then lowered myself onto him.
We wrapped each other up tightly, and he nuzzled the side of my face. "Gotta make it last all week, Seany," he said.
"We're gonna be horny as hell after all the sex this weekend, but no sex after Wednesday with anyone, OK?" I asked. "We need to save ourselves for each other and for Linda."
We ground together, slowly, I kissed his neck and he tongued my ear. "You're better than Aaron," he whispered.
"Yeah, right," I said, kissing under his ear.
"You are," he said. "You're thinner and more flexible, and the way you move... you're lots better."
"So are you," I said, grinding our cocks together. "You're perfect... oh damn you're perfect!"
. . . . .
Dad leaned against the Bronco as I loaded in our gear. "I've been thinking about what you and Dan want to do with your ear piercing and I'd like to come. I know Colin would too. I still need to talk to your mom, but I need to pick the right time to ask."
I leaned against the side of the Bronco, facing him. "Thanks, Dad. That means a lot."
"You're my son, Sean. And what you're planning is very serious. My decision isn't simply to come to the ceremony, but to let you know that I'll always be there for you; for both of you."
I gave him a hug, and he patted my back. "Say, Dad... speaking of picking the right time, would you pick a good time to tell Mom that Daniel and I will be spending Thanksgiving in Houston this year?"
He frowned. "There may never be a good time for telling her that."
"Yeah, I know, but I'm going to really need to get away, Dad."
"You can't relax here?"
"No," I said, honestly. "Oh, Mom was a lot better this time, but sleeping in the drive isn't the same as having our own room at Daniel's."
"I'll talk to her," Dad said. "But you think about it, too. We'll miss you if you aren't here. We all will." He reached out and squeezed my shoulder. "Give the situation at Trinity some time, Sean. People tend to like you. You probably have more friends up there than you know."
I nodded. "There was no way I could tell him that I found it infinitely more comfortable to be with other gay guys like Lenny and Michael. I had a feeling it would always be that way.
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