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This is the eighth part of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

Blaise decided to give my ass a full week to recover from my first encounter with Big Ben. So, we didn’t try out Double-Date Danny, our new double-ended dildo, until the following Friday night.

Neither of us had mentioned it all week. But, I knew he had thought about it as much as I had.

“So, do you want to catch up with Danny tonight?” I asked him as we sat in the pizza place across from the office.

“Danny? Hell, yeah,” he replied enthusiastically. “I can’t wait!”

I beat him home, as I did most Fridays, and showered and “cleansed,” and had everything ready in the bedroom.

When he walked into the living room, Blaise found me lounging on the couch wearing a new black thong.

“What the hell is that?” His jaw was halfway to the floor. His eyes were popping out of his head.

“It’s been a while since I bought anything new for you,” I said, standing up to model the tiny piece of fabric for him.

It was sold as a “contouring” thong that was supposed to accentuate my package. It lived up to the advertising. Somehow, in the way it was cut and sewn it definitely pushed my dick and balls up and forward and made me look like I had more than I really did. And, of course, having my ass completely uncovered should be a bonus for those who might like to see that sort of thing. Blaise had been growing more and more fond of my ass over the last few weeks.

“Damn!” Blaise was ogling my crotch. I had been fondling myself a bit to make sure the thong was sufficiently filled. I was nearly half-hard.

“That’s hot!”

His hands were on the fabric immediately, caressing its smoothness and cupping and groping the body parts that filled it.

“God!” he said. “Give me that catalog. I’ll buy you one in every color.”

“It’s on my dresser,” I said. In that instant, I realized I had just claimed the dresser in the spare bedroom as my own. Sure, I had more than half of my clothes in the dresser and closet in that room. But, we’d never established that it was mine.

Blaise stopped for a second also.

“‘Your dresser,’” he said, thoughtfully. “I like the sound of that.”

He grabbed me in a tight hug that turned into a long kiss. His fingers slid under the thong strap that ran between my ass cheeks. The kiss was long enough that I felt my new thong begin to tighten a bit more.

When we finally broke, I gave Blaise a spin to show him every angle of my new underwear, or should I call it a costume? I especially pointed out how far out my growing cock pushed the fabric.

“How does it feel having something between your cheeks?” he asked.

“Not bad,” I said. “After a few minutes I didn’t really notice it anymore.”

“Good. So, you won’t mind wearing them all the time.”

“Your wish is my command,” I said. It just became a uniform. “But, isn’t a little cliche to have your young, kept, boy toy wearing skimpy outfits all the time?”

“I wouldn’t describe you as ‘kept,’” Blaise said as he reached down to cup my dick and balls and bounce them a little in the Spandex bag that held them. The bouncing turned into caressing and squeezing. “And, you’re hardly a ‘boy.’ But, cliche or not, you have a great body and I like being able to see it and watch how it moves and changes as you do things around the house. You’re a work of art that I love to admire.”

“And, I love this,” he continued, still admiring the thong. “I’m going to order you more of these first thing Monday.”

“They’re in California,” I said. “It’s probably only about 3 p.m. there.”

“Let’s get that catalog and the phone.”

I pointed out the thongs and showed him that this was the same catalog from which I’d ordered my trunks. When he asked, I showed him a few other things I liked. He used the phone in the kitchen and I headed back to the living room.

“OK. They should be here Tuesday,” Blaise said, as he sat beside me.

“Tuesday?”

“I’m not wasting any time,” he said. “I got you some more trunks, too.”

“Colors?”

“Another black one, blue, red, white, and pink,” he said.

“Pink?”

“I am a fag, you know. Besides, pink looks good on you.”

“What colors did you get in the trunks?”

“Same colors, and two blacks. I like black on you. But, I only got pink in the thong.”

“It sounds like I’ll have enough to live in one or the other when I’m at your house,” I said.

“That’s the plan.”

“Well, thank you - I think,” I said. “For now, just enjoy your whiskey. After that, I’ll bathe you so we can spend some time together with our new friend.”

Blaise’s eyebrows shot up as I  knelt before him lightly caressing his cock through his pants.

“My initial plan was to be your servant when I’m wearing the thong,” I said. “But, I might have to rethink that when I have enough to wear them six days a week.

“But, for now, I am entirely under your command and control. I’ll do anything you wish any time you wish. I’m yours.”

“Fuck! My first command is to stop trying to make me cum in my pants,” Blaise said.

In a few minutes he was standing in the tub with the shower running over his naked body. I stood beside the tub still in my thong and washed him lovingly, caressing every inch of his body with my soapy hands. Eventually, I was on my knees to pay special attention to his growing cock and balls.

His eyes were closed most of the time while I purposely touched and cleaned every single inch of his body below his neck. I massaged and scratched his back from his shoulders to the underside of his ass cheeks. The hot water and massaging had relaxed my friend so much he didn’t even respond when I worked on his cock and balls.

I went over everything again while rinsing him and gave some select parts of his body a cat bath with my tongue. This time, his cock responded to my attention and began growing.

But, I only wanted to clean and arouse him. We had other plans for the evening. I didn’t want to tire him or any of his parts out too early.

When Blaise entered the bedroom a few minutes later, I was sitting up on the bed waiting, still in the thong. His relaxation from the bath and extra attention was visible on his face. He was naked and sat on the bed just in front of me and we kissed for a long time. His hands caressed every inch of my bare skin they could reach. My cock was responding quickly.

I stood up to let him peel my thong off. My swelling dick bounced up into this face when he freed it. He gave it a good lick before pushing the skimpy underwear down to my ankles.

He sat back on the bed and I dropped to my knees. I began massaging his growing cock with my hands and mouth. He placed a hand on the back of my head as I began slowly bobbing up and down, my tongue swirling around his meat. I hummed and moaned the entire time to heighten his experience.

When he was completely hard, I pushed his chest to force him to lay back. Then, I began swallowing him as deeply as I could. When I had all of his length in my mouth and was throating his cockhead, I stuck my tongue out and licked around his base and the first wrinkles of his balls.

“God, that’s new,” he inhaled loudly.

“Anything for my master,” I said before swallowing him again.

I kept up my work for a few minutes. But, I didn’t want him to cum yet. I wanted to save him for our latex “threesome.”

When I had him just at the edge of a pulsing orgasm, I climbed on to the bed and we faced each other, our legs spread and extended behind each other. We started kissing and caressing each other’s body. I had one hand caressing and jacking his cock; the other hand held the back of his head and pulled him in closer to deepen our kiss.

Blaise also was squeezing and fondling my dick and balls at once and rubbing my nipples with the other hand.

I grabbed Double-Date Danny and pulled the bottle of lube and covered one end with lube as Blaise leaned back and pulled up his knees to show me his willing ass.

I pushed the double-ended dildo slowly into his tight hole as he moaned, his eyes closed. I pushed more and more in until he touched my hand to tell me he had enough.

Then, I leaned back and lubed the other end of the double-ended dildo and began pushing it into my own sphincter. The feeling of pressure and then penetration had my eyes closed as I sucked in my breath. I pushed it in farther and farther, scooting my butt closer and closer to my lover. I didn’t stop moving until I had all I could take, nearly half of the eighteen-inch toy.

I lifted one of Blaise’s legs up on to my shoulder and began bucking my hips into him, forcing the dildo to move in and out of us both.

 I opened my eyes and found him completely enraptured. I pulled him as close as possible. He opened his eyes just as we got close enough for our lips to meet. Our cocks strained against each other. We both moved a hand down to our heat centers. I grabbed his; he grabbed mine. And, we stroked each other slowly at first.

But, as I increased the speed of my ass pushing against his and forcing the double dildo to fuck us at the same time, he let go of my cock and pulled me close enough to stick his tongue into my mouth. I continued pumping his hard cock, rolling my palm over his glans with every stroke.

I grabbed both our straining cocks together and started jacking them, allowing the motion of our hips to cause them to stroke against each other, underside to underside. The sensations inside and outside were driving me close to my limit. I could feel my cock pulsing - or was that Blaise’s. I couldn’t tell one from the other anymore. Somehow, we had become one, sharing the same sensations through anal and phallic stimulation.

I stroked our cocks together faster and faster with one hand. The other continued to hold Blaise tight. He had a hand on either side of my head. Our mouths locked together and our tongues met in a fitful dance. I was satisfied to let them just lay together like two spent lovers. Blaise, on the other hand, wanted violent, passionate sex between the two tongues hell-bent on orgasmic explosion.

My mouth landed on his neck, licking and biting and sucking. His mouth was trapped just by my ear as he moaned and whimpered with every stroke of my hand on our collectively trapped cocks and every forced pump of dildo into his butt.

He was mine as much as I was his in a moment of abject ecstasy just before we both exploded together. Our combining sperm flying high between our bodies, landing on my, then his, chest and stomach, mingled for all eternity.

It took several minutes of hard pumping by my hand and by our hips, working the double-ended dildo that filled us both, before we slowed, spent, empty, and breathless. My head lay on his shoulder and his on mine as we recovered.

“That was amazing,” I finally exhaled.

Blaise only grunted his agreement.

I licked some of our combined cum off my hand and then held it up to my friend to take the rest. By the time he stopped licking, my hand was completely clean.

When we pulled Double-Date Danny from our joined asses, we both caught our breath and he immediately dropped to my crotch to use his tongue to clean everything else off my cock.

After a long, sensual shower together in which we bathed each other, Blaise and I finally headed to bed.

We sat up and read for a long time. It still was pretty early. I got us both drinks.

Eventually, we both read ourselves drowsy. And turned off the lights.

We lay quietly together for a while. But, neither of us fell asleep.

“Tell me about your boyfriend,” I finally said. “The one I remind you of.”

He stopped moving.

“Are you sure you want to hear about that?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I want to know about him and why I remind you of him.

“But, only if you want to talk about it.”

“No. You’re right.” Blaise said. “You should know about him.”

“After all, he’s the reason we’re here,” I said.

We both sat up. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.

“This might take a while,” Blaise warned me.

“I’ve got all the time in the world for you,” I said. “Do you want me to get you another drink?”

“I might need one,” he said.

I was back in seconds with whiskey and beer. He had turned a lamp on.

I resumed my previous position.

“His name was Alan,” Blaise began. “And he had light brown hair. He was a pretty boy, sexy, muscled. I didn’t know I liked boys until his family moved in up the road.

“We were about 14 or 15 when they moved in. We spent every minute of sunlight together that summer. We were instant best friends.

“There was a pond through the woods behind my house and we would go skinny-dipping in the afternoon. I remember how much I liked seeing his naked body. He was so sexy, I thought. One time I couldn’t get out of the pond for a while because I’d gotten hard watching him and his cock swinging around.

“I guess I was acting strange because he asked me what was wrong. Eventually, he saw that I was hard. He said he gets hard sometimes when he sees me, too. He reached out and touched me. I stepped closer. It was magical. We just folded into each other and started kissing. He was my first kiss. I think I was his, too.

It was one of those moments you see in movies when something happens to bring two peoples’ faces close and everything stops and they kiss and the world explodes. That’s exactly what happened to us.”

“We kissed and suddenly everything was right. All I wanted to do was be with him,” he said. “We used to take off into the woods and find secluded spots to make out. We spent a lot of time at the pond. We kissed a lot and jacked each other off.

“Eventually, we taught each other how to suck cock. He was my first everything. It was classic. We couldn’t stand to be apart. When we were apart we thought about each other constantly.”

Blaise talked for more than an hour about the fun he and Alan had, about the close calls they had nearly getting caught. It’s much easier for two teenage boys to find private time together than a heterosexual couple might have. But, they always had to be careful about anyone seeing too much.

Finally, he got to the car wreck that took Alan’s young life. I could hear his voice beginning to crack. I put my arm around his bare shoulders and lay back with him. Now he had his head on my chest and he stopped talking. I just held him.

After a while, he sat up again and tried to apologize. I told him there was no reason.

“You should never get over some people,” I said. “You should always carry some people with you everywhere.”

I hadn’t planned to spend the night that Tuesday. But, I stopped by Blaise’s to see if my package had arrived. A box was waiting by the carport door. It was tightly filled by what could only be soft material.

I ripped it open before I closed the door behind me and found the thongs and trunks I was expecting. But, I also saw that he had ordered matching lounge pants and shirts in the same colors. Now, I guessed, I really did have a uniform. I also found a pouch. I’d seen the pouch in the catalog and had considered buying one before. It was an elastic waistband and a very small, stretchy bag of fabric in the front. The pouch was surrounded by elastic and this one included an elastic cock ring inside. The ring was meant to go around the wearer’s cock and balls to lift them and make them more prominent. The pouch itself just fit snugly around the ball sac. It was a g-string without the string.

Blaise would be home in less than thirty minutes. I quickly headed to the shower. When I was done, I left him a note on the kitchen table directing him to the patio.

Before long, the back door opened and Blaise found me lounging in a chair with one leg draped over the arm wearing the pouch, surprising him with his intended surprise for me. It was as sensual and sexy a pose as I could come up with.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “It’s even hotter in person!

“You look amazing! You should do more photos! You’re so - . God! You’re such a stud!”

“It’s nice to see you, too, B.”

 I stood up and did my best catalog posing. I pushed Blaise down in a chair and gave him some pelvic thrusts to make my barely covered package swing and bounce in his face. I bent down and kissed him, grabbing at his crotch. I bit his lip and ran one hand up his chest while the other found and squeezed his growing dick through his pants.

Then I straddled the chair and Blaise’s chest to put my swinging dick within inches of his face. I thrust in and out wildly, just missing slapping his face with meat by an inch or so. Then I stopped suddenly just in front of his face. I reached down and slowly pulled the waistband of the pouch up until my growing cock and balls plopped out heavily, barely missing his nose and chin.

Swinging completely free now, I started gyrating my hips so that my dick and balls began spinning from their base. After a minute of this, I switched to a side-to-side motion that caused my cock to audibly slap my hips one side after the other. I slowly moved in close enough to just graze Blaise’s nose as I swung myself back and forth. 

I knew they were stupid kid-moves, but I also knew they’d have an effect on Blaise.

“God!” he finally said.”Let me have it!”

I stopped moving as he reached up to grab me. He engulfed me in a second. Soon I was rock hard and he was pumping back and forth against my abs. I grabbed his head and took over. I fucked his face fast and hard, my cockhead banging his throat with every thrust.

His fingers were clenched around my ass cheeks and pulled me tightly with each of my own thrusts into his face.

I picked up my pace as I felt my cum rising, finally pumping as deeply into his head as I could when the explosions began. Blaise tightened his grip on my ass and pulled me as close as possible, my dick arching down into his throat as I continued to fill him with hot cum.

When I finally finished emptying myself into him, I dropped to my knees and groped for his dick. I had released it from his pants in a second. It was in my mouth in the next. I was swallowing his cum within another thirty seconds.

Soon we headed back inside. At 5:30  it was unbearably hot in July. Blaise followed me to the bathroom where I’d left my clothes. After I wiped my dick down, I made to get dressed.

“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding a bit indignant.

“It’s Tuesday,” I said. “I don’t usually stay here on Tuesday’s. I just wanted to check out your order.”

“One: you’re not going anywhere,” Blaise said with an unusual amount of force in his voice.  “Number Two: you’re definitely not putting your clothes back on. I want to see you in that living room wearing something new in the next five minutes.”

How could I disobey a direct order like that. And, I knew which piece he wanted to see first.

“Do you want me to sit close to you or down on the other end of the couch so you can see me better?” I asked Blase as I walked into the living room, the pink thong pushing my package proudly before me.

“I wish you could pull that chair up in front of me,” he said to my crotch. “But, I also want to have you close enough to touch.”

“I have an idea,” I said. “Let’s put the love seat closer to the coffee table perpendicular to the couch. I can lounge in the love seat like I used to do and give you a little show.

“Then, when you can’t stand it any more, I’ll come over there.”

Blaise immediately got up and helped me move the love seat.

I arranged myself much the same way I lay on my end of the couch, facing Blaise with my pink Spandex covered dick and balls on full view. I had one knee up and the other leg spread to ensure he not only got a good view of my crotch, but also could see where the thong disappeared between my cheeks.

I gave him some of the same show I used to do for him. I rubbed and grabbed myself through the thong. I pulled the waistband up tight through my ass. After about five minutes, I was nearly too hard for the pink Spandex to contain me.

I could see Blaise’s body was responding. I detected a slight increase in his breathing and his hand never stopped moving on his own crotch.

“OK,” I finally said. “That’s enough of that unless we’re going to go at it again. If I can’t go home, we need to find something to eat.”

We cooked something together quickly and ate sitting on the couch in front of the TV all while I wore nothing but the thong, of course. When we were done, we sat watching something and Blaise’s hand absently caressed my cock and balls.

“I really like this,” he said after a long while.

“So, when am I supposed to wear the matching pants and shirts?” I asked.

“I forgot about those,” he said. “I thought you might want something to cover up a little more, but still be sexy. But, I didn’t get the shirt and pants in pink. I thought that might be too much.”

“Well, thank you for that.”

“I want to thank you for asking me about Alan the other night,” he told me later. “That’s the first time I’ve ever been able to talk to anyone about him. It helped a lot. It was good just to share my feelings.”

“You’re my friend, my best friend. Even if we didn’t share benefits, you should be able to talk to me about anything. I’m always here for you.”

“I wish you were always here,” he said. “But, thank you. You don’t know how much it means to be this open and free with someone.

“So, when are you going to move in already? Half your clothes are here.”

“Well, that was a quick change of mood and subject,” I replied. “But I've got an apartment full of furniture. And books. And equipment.  And CDs. What would I do with all that? You don’t have room for me here full-time.”

“Maybe you’re right. Still, it’s something to think about,” Blaise admitted. “Something else I’ve been thinking about is how much fun it is when we make out in the truck at lunch.”

“What’s so different about it? Besides the lack of space and air-conditioning?”

“I don’t know. It seems like it’s naughty. Like we’re teenagers sneaking off.”

“Like you and Alan in the woods.”

“Exactly! That’s it. We should find a secluded spot somewhere.”

“And park like high school kids?”

“Why not? It’ll be fun.”

“Well, I don’t know any places to go,” I said. “Any spot I might know is close to a road or parking lot and easy to get to for photography. You grew up here. What about the pond where you and Alan used to go? Is there some way to get to that without drawing attention - or getting towed?

“Or would you rather not go there?”

“You know what? That would be perfect. My brother still owns that house. And, it’s currently empty. We could go out there any time we want.”

“I guess I know what we’re doing Saturday,” I said.

We decided to get a jump on the house cleaning by doing it Friday night instead of Saturday morning that week. We both wanted to get an early start exploring the area around Blaise’s old house. We were there by 10 Saturday morning.

We took a well-stocked cooler and some towels. I made sure to take my camera bag. It would help with a cover story if we happened to run across other people in the area.

To my surprise, the house was only about five minutes from my apartment just outside the city limits, but still very much in the “country” and secluded. The nearest neighboring house was almost a half-mile away in either direction. It was fairly close to the road, but several trees helped to hide it a bit. The dirt drive lead around the back of the white house to a small, single-car garage that looked more like what you would call a shed than a garage. Blaise wanted to park his truck in the garage to help hide it from passersby. But, I showed him that no one on the road could see anything behind the house. Besides, I said, his brother owns the house. He can come out here any time he wants. So, he stopped just outside of the somewhat dilapidated building.

I walked around the house and found that it was in good shape, apparently well maintained by Blaise’s brother. It was a good size, about the same size as my parents’ house. Blaise didn’t have a key, but said it had three bedrooms, a dining room and two full bathrooms. I was a little intrigued.

After checking out the house, we headed into the woods. Blaise found the old path he and Alan used to take on their clandestine outings. It was a little overgrown, but still usable.

As we came to a thinning of the trees, I stopped Blaise and pushed him against a tree. We kissed deeply for a few minutes. I began caressing him and unbuttoned his jeans. I freed his swelling dick and groped it and his balls as our tongues caressed.

I dropped to my knees and continued my tongue work with another part of his body. In a few seconds his cock filled my mouth and was bumping against my throat.

I suppose being alone in the woods had brought out a bit more of the animal in me. I was eager to give and take everything my friend wanted to take or to give. And, I thought it might be special for him to be done by me out here. In just a couple minutes he was giving me a mouthful. I stood up wiping him off my chin with my fingers and licking them clean.

As he zipped and buttoned his pants I walked around the other side of the tree. Something caught my eye.

“B, did you and Alan ever carve your initials into a tree out here?” I asked.

“Yeah. I think I remember doing that,” he said stepping around the tree.

On the opposite side of the tree where I’d just sucked his dick were carved the characters “A+B.”

“Holy shit!” I could almost see the cold chills running up his spine and the hair on his arms standing up. “That was us. We did the exact same thing against this very tree.”

“So, is it also us?” I asked.

I could see he was growing a little melancholy. But, he reached out and hugged me.

“It is now,” he said. “Maybe that’s Alan telling me everything’s OK, that he approves.”

“Well, thanks, Alan,” I said.

We turned and walked another minute or so to the edge of the pond. Where the path met the water, there was a small clearing that looked almost man-made. It was free of trees, logs or other growth besides a light carpeting of grass.

The path appeared to continue around the pond in both directions. I could see the treeline around the edge of the pond. Blaise said he didn’t know how large it was, but he remembered it taking a good thirty minutes or more to walk all the way around.

I had a backpack on one shoulder and my camera bag on the other. Blaise was carrying the cooler. I pulled out a couple beach towels and spread them on the grass. I pulled out my camera and took a few shots. It actually was very pretty with some real potential for nature photography and location portraits. And, maybe even some outdoor art nudes.

We both stretched out on the towels and opened a couple beers. It wasn’t long before Blaise had me on my back making out with me like teenagers. He kissed his way from my lips down my neck and back again. He slid his hand up my t-shirt to run his fingers through the hair on my chest.

I reached down to undo my jeans and release some of the pressure my hard cock was creating. Blaise sent his hand in immediately.

“Wait,” I stopped him and sat up. I took a good look around the pond.

When I was satisfied we were really alone, I bent down and untied and removed my boots. Blaise gasped when I pushed my jeans down.

I was wearing a pair of camo trunks I had ordered the day after we first talked about coming out here.

“I love them,” he said, his hands instinctively caressing them as they were just at his eye level while I was standing. “How’d you know I like camo?”

“I thought they’d be appropriate out here in the woods,” I said. “I just hope you can find me.”

“Very funny. Now, get back down here so I can go hunting some wild game.”

I dropped back to the towel without taking off my t-shirt. Blaise just lifted it and kissed a trail down my chest to my stiff meat now bulging my trunks to capacity.

He didn’t remove them or even pull them down my legs. He just pushed the waistband down far enough to release my cock and balls into the wild. He took a minute to stare at my sex longingly.

When he finally began his work, he licked over every inch of my dick and headed to my scrotum to do the same. He sucked one ball into his hot mouth and swirled his tongue around it to make me moan. Then he gave the other the same treatment. By the time he returned to my cock, I was aching to feel his wet mouth on me, around me. When he finally closed his lips around me, even as excited as I was, I suddenly felt relaxed and content. It almost felt like returning to your own bed after a long trip.

He held me in his mouth still and quiet for a couple minutes, seeming to have felt the same sensation I had.

When he started moving, it was luxurious, sultry, sensual, sexy, loving. He was making love to me with his mouth there by that pond. He just went on and on. The passion - and my breathing - built slowly over long minutes.

Eventually, I began feeling the back of his throat with my glans. He was moving faster and taking me deeper with each stroke. It was almost sensory overload, the feeling of being deep in his mouth, feeling his hot breath on my skin, hearing the gentle lapping of the water and the birds and distant wind.

As Blaise built speed, I began meeting his strokes with my own thrusts. We sped up together until we were both at fever pitch and I felt my cock throbbing, aching for release.

All at once, he stopped moving his head and just held me in his mouth and began stroking my shaft with his hand. He started searching  my frenulum with the tip of his hot tongue. Finally, I shot hot streams of cum into his mouth and throat as he milked it from me.

When I was done, he licked me off his fingers and cleaned my wrinkling cock. I ran my fingers through his hair as I caught my breath

It was already hot and I was sweating. I pulled off my shirt, but pulled up my trunks. I wasn’t sure if I should put my jeans back on. Then, suddenly, I caught a faint sound. It sounded a bit like people talking.

I scrambled to get my jeans and boots back on. And, just a minute or so after I did, two men came into view on the path to our left.

They waved and continued up to us. They looked to be just a few years older than me, dressed much the same as me. They were attractive as far as I could judge men, fit, about average size.

They introduced themselves as Samuel and Evan.

Blaise asked them what brought them out to this remote pond on a Saturday morning.

Samuel said they were “brothers” checking out some real estate nearby and wanted to explore the area. Blaise already had told me that nothing in the area was for sale.

I explained that I was a photographer and my friend “Bruce” had brought me out to a pond where he grew up for some nature photography. We had decided to take a break since it was heating up. After all, the humidity always was higher near a body of water.

“Yeah,” Samuel said. “We - uh - like to find secluded spots, too. It’s hard for us to get together a lot unless we can find some privacy. So, we know what it’s like.”

As cryptic as he was trying poorly to be, I understood what he was getting at.

“Do you mind if we join you for a few minutes?” Evan asked.

They both squatted or took a knee within inches of each other. Blaise and I shared a look and secret grin.

“So, what kind of stuff do you two like to do together?” I asked.

They looked at each nervously.

“Y’know, the usual,” Samuel said.

“What’s your usual?” I asked. “We work together and spend most of our weekends together. How much do you enjoy each other’s company? Are you -- close -- ‘brothers?’”

“Oh, yeah,” Evan chimed in almost excitedly. “We’re very close.”

“We’re very good friends, too,” I admitted. “‘Bruce’s’ brother actually owns a house through the woods here I’m thinking about renting.

“What property were you looking at?”

“Uh - one just around the curve,” Samuel lied. “It’s on the other side of the pond.”

I offered them beer and Blaise and I opened one for each of us.

“So, what are you two really into?” I asked.” I mean, really?

“Do you just make out? Do you jerk each other off? What’s the story?”

“Uh.” They both were speechless and blushed. Then, suddenly, they both seemed to relax.

“Well, we’re just sort of - exploring, I guess you’d say,” Samuel said. “We aren’t really -- .”

“Are you actually brothers?” I asked. “Because that’s quite a kink.”

“No.” They both blushed again.

“We were sort of wondering if you two would like to do something together?” Evan asked, shyly.

“Like what, Evan?” I asked a little forcefully.

“Well, uh -- we’ve never done a real -- like, circle jerk or anything,” Samuel said.

“A circle jerk, huh?” I said. “Well, how about you let us watch you suck each other while we do the same?”

“Oh, we’re not into -- ,” Evan stuttered. “We aren’t really -- .”

“We aren’t up to that yet,” Samuel saved his “brother.” “We just jack each other off and stuff.”

“I see. Well, how about I let you watch my friend suck my cock until I cum while you two do whatever it is you want to do?”

“God! That would be amazing!” Evan exclaimed.

Samuel nodded wide-eyed.

I immediately got up on my knees and pushed my jeans and trunks down. Blaise got in position and began jacking and caressing my dick.

The other two started rubbing each others’ thighs as they sat staring at my brazenness.

As my cock grew to full size they both let out a small moan. They’re mouths actually dropped open when they saw Blaise begin licking and sucking me. By the time my meat completely disappeared into Blaise’s mouth, Evan and Samuel were groping each other’s dicks.

I had positioned myself to make sure they had a good view of everything Blaise was about to do to me. Within a minute or so they had their own dicks out and were handling each other.

Samuel’s dick was about the same size as Blaise’s. Evan’s, on the other hand, was probably only about five inches, if that. Samuel’s average-sized fist completely engulfed his “brother’s” little dick. I suddenly understood why they seemed amazed when they saw mine at full size.

As Blaise worked his magic, they became more and more aroused and were stroking each other harder and faster. As I felt my own arousal increase, I let myself put on more of a show and moaned much more and more loudly than I ever had for Blaise.

He must have caught on and followed my lead by moaning himself. We both began articulating our normal movements much more. He bobbed his head more than usual -- and more than he needed to. I began bucking my hips into his face in rhythm with his movements. It was almost like we were shooting porn.

In a couple minutes I was ready to blow. Blaise knew exactly how to handle the situation. He pulled me out and began jacking me as hard fast as he could, spraying my cum into the air between us and the “brothers.”

The instant they saw my cum in the air, they both exploded on to each others’ hands. Evan exploded more into Samuel’s hand than on to it. As they watched me cum and came themselves, they each moaned breathlessly. Evan sounded almost like a girl.

Blaise and I cleaned up and I pulled my jeans up. The other two were struggling to clean themselves up, apparently embarrassed at the situation.

“That was amazing,” Samuel finally said. “We’ve never seen that in person before. That was so hot!”

“We’re very good friends,” I said. “We do everything together.”

“How long have you been together?” Evan asked.

“Six months,” Blaise finally spoke up.

“That’s all?” Samuel was amazed. “We’ve been doing this for two years.”

“Everybody has their own pace,” I said. “You do what’s comfortable until you want something more.

“We moved fast because I wanted to explore and try stuff. ‘Bruce’ let me set the pace and he let me try what I wanted to try when I wanted to try it. I was just eager to try things at a faster pace than some people. That’s all.”

“God, you guys are a hell of couple,” Samuel said. “You’re really an inspiration.”

They both stood up.

“Maybe we’ll see you around some time,” Evan said, still obviously nervous.

“We’ll see ya,” I said.

“Thanks for the beer,” Samuel said as they walked back the way they had come.

“That was mean,” Blaise said as we watched them walk away.

“That wasn’t mean,” I said. “We gave them a free show.

“They were lying to us and to themselves. Plus, they were trespassing. And, you played along -- quite well, I might add.

“Besides, a couple strangers just walked up to us out of the woods? That was almost some ‘Deliverance’ shit right there.”

“They’re lying to themselves?” Blaise asked. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? I’m enjoying the only man I’ve ever loved,” I admitted a little pissed at the insinuation. “I have absolutely no desire to be with any other man. I find no man attractive in any way whatsoever. And, yet, here I am, sucking and fucking you like your slave and treating you like my fucking owner.

“I don’t know if I’m homosexual or bisexual or confused or a sex addict with a very willing dealer. What I do know is that I have a VERY special friend with whom I can share every part of myself. And, with whom I can only fully communicate my feelings to through physical affection. And, sometimes -- most of the time -- that manifests in a sexual way. We’re friends. We’re brothers. We’re lovers. We’re more than all three combined. At worst, I’m confused. But, I’m not lying to myself or to you.

“In all honesty, Blaise White,” I said staring boldly into his eyes, “I love you and I don’t understand why or how. But, that’s the truth of it.”

Blaise’s eyes teared up instantly.

“Holy shit,” he squeaked. “You know -- .”

“Yes, I know you’ve been in love with me from the very beginning,” I interrupted. “I never said anything. I’ve tried to never take advantage of that. Your feelings for me were special to you and to me. All I can say is that I share them, just in my own odd way.”

“I -- I -- ,” Blaise finally was speechless again.

“Stop trying to find something to say. You’re not good at it,” I said.”Now, give me another beer. I want to drink too much.”