Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.
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1.
I guess it all blew up when Mom returned home early and caught me going down on Neil. She had attended a church function that afternoon, mentioning she would return late. After school, Neil dropped by to score some weed, one thing led to another, and down came his trousers. He writhed, bare-assed, on my navy blue bedspread while I blew him like the hungry guy I was.
For such a self-righteous prude, Mom spouted a lot of language I'd never heard her use before. That's what shocked me more than anything else as Neil and I ran to his car and fled. For days, we waited for her wrath to come down upon us. I stayed at my older sister Sally's place while Neil shivered in his apartment, waiting for the police to arrive. Although I was past the age of consent, the ensuing drama could have trashed Neil's final year of college. If Mom had her vengeful way, I have no doubt she could've convinced the authorities to put him in jail. Instead of graduating Magna Cum Laude, he could have been confined to a cell with Big Roy, a 300-pound gang-banger who would insist on playing Daddy. Big Roy would be the one graduating Magna Cum Loudly.
But for now, enough conjecture.
At first impression, Neil presented to the world a low-key demeanor. It effectively masked his raging bisexuality to all but a close circle of confidantes. At 21, the college senior had fucked his way through several girlfriends and other lovers. His present squeeze, Janine, had recently started her freshman year. Barely 18 and extremely naive, Janine managed to satiate Neil's lust for a while with her supple, young, accommodating body. At least he taught her a few skills that came in handy with future boyfriends.
But then Neil ran into me.
It all began with Neil's fondness for grass. The toking kind, that is. During my junior year of high school, Neil filled in as a substitute for Mr. Potter, our math teacher. Old man Potter suffered from some unknown malady and we all wondered whether he would return. He did, eventually, but until then, we had Neil for several weeks.
Neil looked like a boy, and still does, but as a math major, he instructed our class better than Potter ever dreamed. He also liked my sense of humor, my fondness for Kerouac, and the fact that I always had a decent supply of herb, courtesy of my sister Sally.
One day, Neil decided to join his students for a game of soccer and, after the game, we all showered in the field house. Off came his clothes, and I tried not to stare at his smooth, wet body as he lathered up. As I showered, only a few feet away from Neil, I couldn't resist stealing glances of his almost hairless torso, thighs and ass. He would never be mistaken for a body builder, but Neil's body had a solidness that made me want to touch it, kiss it, lick it, suck it. Surrounded by my naked, showering classmates, I turned away to hide my erection.
Afterward, I, of course, beat my cock mercilessly as I fantasized about seducing him. In my feverishly aroused mind, plans formed.
2.
"He really has you fired up, huh?"
Sister Sally had five years on me. Just out of college with a Bachelor's degree in Journalism, she'd just broken up with her boyfriend and had taken up with a girl she was mentoring at the newspaper. Sally loved to fuck, as I discovered while she still lived at home. Plus, she played for both teams, a proclivity I soon came to share with her. Her big, double-D breasts capped with hot pink areole and hard, sensitive nipples sprouted early, and I couldn't get enough of them. She made it easy.
"Fuck," I exhaled, exasperated by my body's need to comingle with Neil's. The whistling teakettle in Sis's kitchen echoed my sexual frustration. "Nothing gives me relief these days." I rubbed the urgent bulge in my jeans as Sally made a pot of tea.
"You need to jerk off more," she replied, her full, red lips glistening as she poured boiling water into the pot of Darjeeling and swirled it around. The wonderful aroma reached my nostrils. "You should know how." Her lips stretched into a smile. "I taught you."
What a tease. I gazed at her sweet cleavage as she poured tea into matching mugs. She brought them into the living room, the mugs and the big tits, managing to bend over enough for me to see everything.
"Hey," she whispered, her face inches from mine as I grasped the warm mug. "My eyes are up here." With that, she planted a full, deep kiss on my mouth. It had been awhile, so I hesitated a split-second before returning the kiss. She pulled back.
"Oh, come on, little brother." Her smile made a lump form in my throat, since my cock was already painfully engorged. "Are we too old to play anymore?" With that, she placed her mug on the table next to us and dropped her hand to my bulge. "Or are you totally into boys, now?"
"Fuck you, Sis," I whispered, placing my mug down as well. I met her gaze, our faces inches apart. The scent of her bleach-blonde hair and pale, freckled skin made me tremble with need. Her breath wafted over my face.
"Sometimes I get so horny, I can't stand it. You know how I am."
Such was the intensity of the moment, old feelings and needs rising to the surface, I wasn't sure which one of us spoke those words. In that regard, we were identical siblings.
My hands slipped under her flowered, yellow-and-white blouse as I grasped her hips. She gasped slightly, goosebumps forming on her warm, smooth skin.
"I miss our together time," she said, still gazing into my eyes. "You know, when Mom was at church." Sally cupped my face with her hands and kissed me again.
"Or asleep," I replied. Another kiss. My mouth luxuriated against her full, wet lips.
"Or passed out," she brushed her lips against my face before another kiss. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I returned the favor. Our tongues lashed together for what seemed an eternity. Lip-smacking noises filled the air as our mouths glistened with saliva.
Sitting on her heels, she paused. With a mischievous smirk, she unbuttoned her blouse. Rarely did she bother with a bra. My hands found familiar territory as I reached forward to cup her heavy breasts. She closed her eyes, shuddering with pleasure, pushing out her chest as I rubbed my palms over her hard tips.
"Ahhh..." she exhaled. "Yes, baby, just like that." Her ass began to writhe, a sure sign her pussy was warming up, wet and ready. "You know what to do," she said. "Play with my tits like when we were kids."
I obeyed. Taking her thick, meaty nubs between my thumb and forefinger, I tugged, letting the weight of her breasts pull at them. She hissed as electricity sparked through her nipples, right down to her pussy. Arousal became Sally, her skin glowing with desire, face red with lust. Thinking back through the years, I remembered everything we did in the seclusion of her bedroom at home, or on the family sofa, or in the basement laundry room, or...
Her eyes opened, lazed by pleasure.
"Here," she whispered, lifting a breast to my face. "Let mama nurse her baby."
"Mmmmph..." I moaned, taking in a mouthful of breast. She nuzzled my hair as I suckled greedily.
"Oh, yesss..." she hissed. "You're such a hungry boy." Like days passed, I continued tugging on her other nipple, rolling the hard bud between my thumb and forefinger. She bucked slightly, as if impatient to move forward with our encounter.
Sally reached down and, unzipping my jeans, pulled my cock free. "Let's get a look at this." I pulled back as she turned her attention to my aching pole, wrapping her hand around it and pulling it taut. Her brow furrowed. "Oh, honey, it's so red." I watched her delicate fingers dance around my shaft, examining it. "Jesus, baby. You should use Vaseline or something."
The purple head strained, and when she placed her lips on it with a big, wet kiss, the slit dribbled a few drops of pre-come.
