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Subject: The Brothers Next Door – 3 (gay, M/tt, inc, oral, anal) THE BROTHERS NEXT DOOR: by Mobius Necessary Disclaimers: * This story is fiction; none of characters represent any persons in real life and none of the events described actually happened, at least to my direct knowledge. * This fictional story depicts sexual activity between adults and youths under the age of 18, including themes of incest. Do not read if this matter offends you, or because of your age or region of residence, it is illegal for you to do so. * “The Library is Open!”. Help keep the Nifty library open by donating at http://donate./donate.html * (c) 2021 Mobius Loop w/ permission for Nifty Archive Alliance. Chapter Three: By Sunday afternoon, the flirtation of warm spring weather from the last few days had disappeared as the temperature had once again dropped. Maybe it wasn’t the freeze of winter, but it was enough for me to put on a heavy jacket and sweater as I left the house with my supplies to trek across the backyard to Carol’s home for our weekly family dinner. Since we had become friends nine months ago, our mutual love of cooking brought our families together. Well, her family and me. As of yet, with scheduling, I had yet to introduce my Adam to her or the boys. And given the current tensions, it might be quite some time before I bring my 10-year-old son to dinner. I had been concerned all morning. Since I had met them, there had always been some rivalry or tension between 16-year-old Ethan and 13-year-old Danny. Not really so much from Ethan, but Danny had shown himself to be one manipulative bully. And since Danny had discovered that Ethan and I had been having sex, he had been even more aggressive and manipulative, blackmailing us to comply with his twisted whims. But knowing that Ethan had to live under the same roof as Danny, I had been worried ever since our last rendezvous whether he was able to handle whatever his younger brother had in store. Danny had already started playing games with me, including breaking into my house and fucking me while I had been in a drug-and-alcohol induced stupor. But here I was about to find out, my bags of groceries in my hands knocking at their rear sliding glass door. Their rear family room opened up into the kitchen area, so Carol could easily see me standing there smiling at her. She smiled in return, a tinge of relief on her face, as she crossed the room to let me in. I had been worried about how the change in the boy’s relationship was impacting her. “Hey, sugar, get your butt in here. It’s a little cool today!” she laughed, holding open the door for me. I came in with my groceries and followed her into the kitchen making small talk. Their kitchen was quite open and had some decent space, including ample counterspace and a separate island. Given I was doing dinner and she was working on dessert, I claimed the counterspace around the stove and oven, while she seemed to already be cooling her cake on the island. “I was just about to assemble the Boston Crème Pie to chill for later,” she said. “How long do you think the Shepherd’s Pie would take to cook?” “Oh, not long at all. I just have to braise the chunks of lamb, make the mash potatoes, and then bake it all together. Maybe an hour?” “It sounds amazing, I can’t wait,” she said. She lifted a bottle of wine and popped the cork, filling a couple of glasses. Usually, we would relax and have a few drinks as we chatted and cooked together. I had unpacked my groceries on her counter and started assembling the cooking gear. “Todd!” I heard from behind me. It was music to my ears, and as I turned, I saw Ethan standing there with the largest grin on his face. If it hadn’t been for Carol standing there, I would have rushed to him and taken him in my arms. Ethan also looked on the verge of running to me, but in a split second his countenance froze and then changed to be more neutral. It was a mystery to me until I saw, standing just out of eyeshot in the hallway, Danny whispering into Ethan’s ear. He casually walked into the room over to me. “Hey, buddy,” I said in a careful tone, trying to mask my confusion. I knew something was going on, but I wasn’t quite sure. And I still wasn’t sure if Ethan was okay. “It’s been a while,” he smiled, offering me a fist bump. A fist bump? This from the boy who had been giving me the biggest hugs for weeks at our Sunday dinners. I bumped his fist with more than a little of trepidation; something strange was definitely going on. “It’s only been a week, Ethan,” I chuckled casually. I was about to follow that up with some idle chit chat so I could gauge if Ethan was alright, when suddenly there was an outburst back from the living room. “Todd!” And there stood Danny, finally making his appearance, with the biggest expression of happiness and enthusiasm I had ever known him to make. He practically dashed across the family room into the kitchen and threw himself into my arms, wrapping his strong arms around me, pressing his face into my chest. “What are you making for dinner?” he asked me enthusiastically, “You’ve always been such a great cook. You and mom make fantastic dinners!” As I tried to explain the Shepherd’s Pie, Carol looked at me in wonderment. Her mouth was literally hanging open, the wine glass frozen on its way to her lips. I glanced over at Ethan and while he tried to maintain a neutral expression, I could see the hurt in his eyes. Danny’s little game tonight was to fuck with everyone’s heads. And as he stood there, still pressed against me, I could feel him rocking against my hip, his obviously hard erection grinding on my hip. But I wasn’t going to let him get the best of me. I grabbed him a bit firmly as I said, “I better get cooking, Danny, so you may wanna stand back.” He took the cue easily enough and stepped away, but kept himself close, hovering between me and his mother at the edge of kitchen island. Cooking that evening was fun and easy, but it was also high strangeness. Danny seemed to be right with me every step of the way — the most time he had ever spent in my presence since we had met. And Ethan stood a bit distant from us. He was engaging, but was mostly quiet. It was like a complete role reversal — except that Ethan wasn’t quite the prick that Danny used to be. Carol and I made our dishes, then the family all sat down about an hour later to enjoy. Everyone seemed thrilled about the Shepherd’s Pie, which Carol said was just what she needed — comfort food. She had used that expression yesterday on the phone, which is when I started being concerned about things in the house. The evening seemed to roll along just as normal as ever, except in how the boys were acting. Ethan continued to play off at being distant, and Danny seemed to be right at my side, even through the family games after dinner. Finally, we were approaching midnight, and I started getting my gear together to go home. One thing about walking to your dinner party, you don’t have to worry about drunk driving home! Carol and I had both finished a few bottles of wine and were feeling plenty relaxed. As I zipped up my jacked to leave back through the sliding glass family room door into the backyard, Carol called out as she usually did. “Okay, boys, say goodnight to Todd and get ready for bed. School tomorrow!” This time, Danny was the first in my arms. His confidence in wrapping himself around me didn’t feel defiant or mocking, but the vibe from him felt … entitled. “Goodnight, Todd, and thank you for a delicious dinner!” He then easily disengaged from me and with a look to Ethan, they both started withdrawing to the stairs to go to their bedrooms. “Hold on, Ethan,” Carol said after them, “get over here and say goodnight to Todd. I’m sure he’s waiting for his hug from you, you octopus.” Ah, this was something Danny didn’t anticipate. He couldn’t make Ethan defy his mother such a simple request. Ethan stepped over to me tentatively, but finally as he came close melted into my arms. He held me close, and I could see over his shoulder that Danny’s eyes were wide with displeasure. The first time all night he broke character in whatever role he was playing. “Are you okay, my baby” I whispered quietly into Ethan’s ear. “I only wish I could tell you,” he replied. “I miss you so much.” “Me too, honey, but we’ll get through this. Trust me.” How much I wanted to give him a kiss, even if it was on the top of his head, but I knew that would get Carol’s attention and make Danny livid. So, I smoothly separated myself from Ethan and he resumed his previous casual, neutral expression, as I was just şişli travesti some random family acquaintance. “You boys have a good week,” I called after them both. “I’m sure I’ll see you around.” As I uttered the words “I’m sure I’ll see you around”, I seemed to have triggered something for Danny, and he changed direction and walked back over to me. Carol had stepped over to the hall to get her own throw and shoes, and so we were temporarily alone. “Do you have that little item we discussed?” he asked in a low tone. Damnit, I was almost free of the evening and I had so hoped he had forgotten. “Danny, I’m really not comfortable with this. I’d prefer to let you in when I know I can … entertain you…” “No,” he said low but emphatically, “the only question is whether you ever want to have private time with Ethan again. The key.” With that, he held out his open palm down near the level of my waist, trying to be discreet. I sighed, reached into my pocket, and pulled out the house key. I placed it in his palm. His fingers wrapped over it smoothly as he dropped his hand again. “Very wise,” he winked at me. He then turned back to the stairs as Carol approached me and the door. “Okay, you two hellions, upstairs and get ready for bed. When I get back, I expect all lights out, no electronics, you both in your beds asleep. School is tomorrow. I am going to escort Todd back to his house because he has to help me finish this last bottle of wine,” she called at the boys, holding up the wine bottle as she opened the door. “But it’s a school night, mom,” Danny called back. “Yeah, for you two,” she replied. “Best part of being a grownup is you don’t have to go to school if you don’t want to. Scoot, and goodnight!” The boys trekked upstairs. On his way, Ethan glanced over his shoulder at me as I walked out the door, with a despondent look on his face. My heart broke a little, but there I stood with Carol closing the door and turning to my house. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said quietly to me as we trekked into the darkness towards the gate to my backyard, “I just need to have some real grown-up talk with another adult without the boys hearing.” “Oh, its fine!” I assured her, because I was just as eager for her to talk to me. We walked around her backyard pool to the gate that crossed into my backyard. It was a chilly night, but also clear and the moon and stars were bright. Being just after midnight, everything around us was pretty silent. We reached my patio and Carol pulled up the Adirondack chairs near the fire pit as I threw in some kindling. I wasn’t aiming for a big blaze, just something light we could talk by. As the flames started to catch on, Carol plunked down into one of the chairs and started pouring the wine into glasses. I joined her after I stacked up some sticks into the pit. “Cheers!” she said, clinking glasses with me. There was something about Carol that was fun and smart and quirky that reminded me of the actress Carrie Fisher, god rest her soul. While we didn’t have the chemistry to be lovers, we had built a fun bond between us, and she started to feel like a sister. That would make the boys my nephews, and that was a visual I couldn’t take on right now. After taking a big gulp, she wasted no time and turned to look right at me, “Did you see that tonight, with the boys??” I would have to play it like I knew nothing. While I was nervous about maintaining the deception (I was quite buzzed as it was), I also realized I could use this to get some information I could use to turn Danny around. “They definitely were acting different tonight,” I replied. “I mean, I think that’s the most time Danny has ever talked to me.” “I know? Right??” she exclaimed. “Todd, it’s been like this for the last few days — both of them have been acting very strangely since I came home from work Wednesday, but every time I ask, both of them say nothing is wrong.” “Could it just be fighting? You know how boys are,” I suggested. Carol rolled her eyes in drunken denial. “Pffft, if it was just fighting, I could handle that,” she said. “You know, once the boys were very close and did everything together. Then Jack left, and it seemed to hit Danny harder than Ethan. Danny would get angry and lash out at Ethan and me, but mostly Ethan. I could never figure it out. I tried talking it out with them both, but Danny would still go through these periods of lashing out at Ethan. It calmed down awhile, and they seemed to have an uneasy truce. “Then it all seemed to come up again. I guess Danny hit puberty and all that new testosterone seemed to supercharge his anger. It was bad… school counselors had to get involved, he got kicked out of Boy Scouts…” “Boy Scouts?” I interjected. “Danny was in Boy Scouts?” “Oh, yeah, he had been in Boy Scouts since he was 8. At first, he loved it and had a great time. Then a years ago, the Scoutmaster told me Danny had started bullying some of the younger scouts and picking fights with the older ones. So, they had to kick him out of the troop.” Huh, I thought to myself, maybe Danny did know what `Scout’s Honor’ meant. “And you have no idea why Danny is so angry, especially at Ethan?” I asked. Carol sighed, “I have been wracking my brain and going crazy, but whatever it is between them, they are keeping it a secret. For a long time, after Jack left, I wondered if Danny resented Ethan. You see, I sometimes got the impression that Danny thought his father liked Ethan more than him. I mean, Jack and Ethan would do things together — chores in the yard, shopping for errands, going on camping trips — but Danny was too little to join them! And I think Jack disappeared before Danny could realize his father loved him, too.” As Carol told me about their family past, there was something there that I felt was important. I would have to remember this for later. I reached over and pat her arm as she laid back, gazing into the stars. “They’re young, they’re still growing up. They’ll get there. They are both great boys. Ethan is in a great place with his schooling and his track — and he’ll be making college applications before you know it. And Danny… well he is probably the smartest 13-year-old I know. And while he is carrying a chip on his shoulder for some mysterious reason, he’s made himself a name on the wrestling team.” “Well, Ethan… yeah until this last week, I didn’t think I’d have to worry about him. You know how fun-loving and outgoing and affectionate he is. Whatever is going on, he was been withdrawing and has been keeping to himself. Even with you! All these months of him hugging on you and suddenly he’s standoffish? Hell, there were some nights I thought I’d have to get the crowbar to pry him off you so you could go home!” In the dark of night, I was glad my tinge of embarrassment could be hidden — when Danny called us out on Wednesday about Ethan’s overt affection for me, I thought he was exaggerating. Apparently not! I finished my wine, and put the glass down on the grown between us, and Carol looked over at me with a smile on her face. “Todd, even with all this stuff going on with the boys, I just gotta tell you how much I appreciate you. I am so glad you moved in next door. Becoming friends with you has been so much fun; hell, I must have gained 10 pounds from your cooking alone! But I want you to know I appreciate how well you listen to me spout off and being around the boys. It’s hard not having a man around for them, but in their own way, they’ve adopted you.” The wine was getting to me, too, as I was feeling touched and had to brush a tear from the corner of my eye. Part of me was afraid how Carol might actually feel if she knew that her eldest had seduced me into a love affair, and now her youngest was blackmailing both of us. “Hey, I kinda like you, too, you ol’ bitch,” I laughed at her to break the seriousness of the mood. She cackled in response, sitting up in the Adirondack chair, and finishing her glass of wine. “And that, motherfucker, is why I wouldn’t sleep with you even if you begged me,” she laughed. Slowly but surely, she worked herself up and got standing beside the chair. The fire in the pit had burned down to embers, so I got myself up and stood with her. Carol was a little unsteady on her feet, obviously drunk. “Come along, you drunken whore,” I laughed, reaching out for her arm, “let’s get you home.” “I’m not as think as you drunk I am,” she tittered. Yes, in her drunken state, she managed to pull off that bit of comedy. I pick my friends well. We started walking back to her house in the dark. She stumbled a bit and I held her beylikdüzü travesti steady. “Todd, do me a favor?” “I’m already doing you a favor. A second one will cost you.” “Shit,” she slurred. “Look, just call me tomorrow and remind me I have to invest in a weight set for Danny. The wrestling team wants to work on his weight classification and he has to work on building more muscle. I gotta look into that tomorrow.” In that moment, and idea crossed my mind and I started putting together a plan for Danny. “Don’t worry about it, Carol,” I said. “Look, I wanna help you guys out, and maybe it will help Danny. You just don’t worry about the weights.” From there, I guided her through the gate, around her inground poor — I had been terrified of her trying to navigate around this pool in her condition. I got her to her back door and opened it up. “Carol, goodnight. And listen, you tell Danny to come over on Tuesday as after he gets home from school as I have something for him. Okay?” She managed to wink her eye while giving me the thumbs up sign. She walked into her house and managed to get herself over to the stairs without any problems. I turned and head toward my house again. “PSSST!” I froze in the dark night, trying to figure out where the sound had come from. I looked over and hovering by the corner of the house, in the dark shade of some rhododendrons, was a figure — tall, trim, and all boy. I quickly shuffled toward the shadow, toward my Ethan. He threw himself into my arms and pressed his mouth against me, our lips crashing together in deep passionate kisses. To feel him again, to taste him again… even to smell him again… was heaven for me. We stilled our kisses and he cuddled into my neck. “I’ve missed you, baby boy,” I sighed quietly. I didn’t know enough about the house to know which rooms on the second floor had windows overlooking this spot below. “Todd,” he quietly cried. “It’s so bad. I thought I would scream if I had to watch Danny cuddle against you for a second more.” “He’s just fucking with us, Ethan, don’t let it get to you,” I said holding him to me. My hand slipped down to cup at his perk butt cheek, but he flinched in response. “What is it?” Ethan looked at me in the dark of the night, “It’s like he said on Wednesday… he’s been fucking me every day, sometimes twice. No lube, just whatever spit I leave on his dick after he forces me to suck on him. I’m so sore! I even had to sit out from the meet on Friday because it was so painful to run.” “You had a meet on Friday? You know I like to watch you… why didn’t you tell me?” “Because,” Ethan hissed urgently, “he’s found a way to block your number on my phone. It’s killing me… I can’t even ask you how you are, or what you thought of the last episode of Dancing with the Stars.” I gave him a big bear hug. “Look,” I whispered in his ear, “I’m working on a way to turn Danny around. But I need you to trust me, alright?” “Of course,” he sniffled, starting to cry again. Although he was 16, the intense pressure of his situation had put him on edge, and being in tears made him feel like a little boy in my arms. We kissed again, our lips and tongues dancing together, tasting each other, devouring one another. But I knew we couldn’t take any more time without the risk of being discovered. “You better go up now, Ethan. You don’t want to be missed.” “But … can’t I suck you cock first? I want to suck the dick of someone who cares for me.” “It’s too risky right now. I’ve made an arrangement with Danny and if he keeps his word, we should be seeing each other on Wednesday. Okay?” It was dark in the shadows, but I could see the tired smile of relief on his face. I turned him around and swatted his butt, urging him back towards the door to the house. As he slipped inside the dark house, he turned to me and moved his hands together to make the shape of a heart for me. And in a moment, he disappeared inside. I had pretty much expected that Danny would be paying me a visit that night. In fact, I was half surprised it hadn’t been Danny calling me in the dark outside his back door. I had given him the key to my house earlier that evening, meaning he could enter at any time he wanted. But surprisingly, he didn’t come over. Monday night came and went without a visitation, either. I couldn’t figure out his play; I was sure he would have appeared by now if only to assert his power in this little dynamic he created. I was confused, but also slightly disappointed. I was lying if I said I wasn’t curious to know how it felt to be the object of his sexual hunger. Tuesday, I had taken some time for myself in the morning to run some errands at the mall so I could make sure I would be home by the time Danny got home from school. If Carol had passed on my message, I should be receiving a visit from him shortly after. But I had gotten everything I needed taken care of well before the bus pulled around the corner, and the school kids started getting home. I was out in the backyard, doing a bit of spring cleanup, when I saw Danny’s compact tight frame come through the garden gate, his auburn hair ablaze in the afternoon sun. He looked at me, half suspicious and half cocky. Now I would find out if my plan might have a chance at success. “Mom said you had something for me?” he asked. “I know I haven’t been by in a few days, pedo, but in case you forgot how this works, I’m the person who has something for you. Or didn’t you enjoy that video I sent you the other day?” I quickly recalled the video clip of Danny fucking my ass in my bed while I was passed out in an Ambien-and-alcohol stupor. I let his little instigating remark drop. “I was talking to your mother, and she mentioned that the wrestling teams wants to work on your weight class, and get you up to the next level.” He eyed at me suspiciously. “Yeah. So?” “Well, it got me thinking about myself, and making a better effort to keep myself in shape, so I was got a few things and wondered if you could give me some pointers.” Danny’s smirk was on full power now. How it entertained him to think about a pathetic pedo (as he liked to call me now) trying to train myself to get stronger. I walked over to the back door into the garage and opened it for him, gesturing him inside. Within the garage, in a space I had cleared out, I had set up an adjustable weight bench with squat rack stands, weight bars, adjustable dumbbells, and a rack of weigh plates. It was all brand new, with a red ribbon and bow wrapped around the bench. Danny just looked at it dumbfounded. I couldn’t quite make on the expression in his eyes, but I suspected I might have just cracked through his tough, angry exterior and I had a glimmer of hope my plan for Danny would work. “I figured it would be great if you could show me some good exercises, and when I’m not using it, you would be welcome to come over and use it as much as you wanted. After all, you have a key and can let yourself in anytime you want.” Danny looked at me, shocked. His strategic little mind was trying to figure me out. I had basically just willingly offered him hundreds of dollars’ worth of free weight training equipment. I had also just given him unlimited excuses to come over to my house as frequently as he wanted. He didn’t expect that; he expected me to resist him — he knew he was the bad guy in this drama – but here I was giving him full access and a perfect alibi to come and go as he pleased. Suddenly he couldn’t figure out why I was doing this, and that made him uneasy. But the glow in his eyes when looking at the gear — it was like looking at a kid on Christmas morning. “It’s… uh….” he finally sputtered in a low voice, “nice. But you old men… I doubt you’d use it more than a week before you get too tired.” “Well, then,” I smiled at him, “that means its more available for you to use.” I had just spelled it out for him — the invitation was open. And I thought the big bow would have brought the point home. I walked over to the bench, and pulled the ribbon away. “What do you think, can you help an old man? Not quite sure where to start.” I could tell Danny was conflicted. He wanted to use the equipment, but helping me would dangerously change his dynamic of threat and intimidation over me. I went over to the rack of weight plates and started to load up the weight bar suspended by the squat rack over the head of the bench. I loaded about 120 pounds — something I figured I could do easily. But I’d put on a show for him, just to get him engaged. He looked at me suspiciously as I laid down on the bench for the first time, positioning istanbul travesti myself under the weight bar. He slowly walked over to me and took up the spotter’s position, standing over my head ready to take the bar if needed. From my position, I could glimpse up the legs of his basketball shorts. As I had suspected, I saw only his smooth pale skin all the way into the dark recesses of his crotch. The boy at 13 was already going commando in public. I gripped the weight bar and lifted it from the stand that was supporting it. As I swooped it over my chest, I had a moment of caution. While I thought 120 pounds would be easy for me to lift, it felt as if I might need some help after all. Wow, I was more out of shape than I suspected. Danny stood above me, his hands in position outside my own, ready to catch the bar. I started smoothy, my first few reps moving easily. However, once I started my fourth rep, I could feel strain starting to come into my chest, a quiver working its way into my arms. “Keep it going, perv,” he said to me, his voice low. My lift was slower as I tried to bring it to maximum height. The strain in my arms increased, but I only wanted to lay there beneath Danny, staring up at his smooth legs, trying to see if I could notice his full package within. The weight bar trembled in my hands. Suddenly I felt him shift and take up the weight with his hands, and guide it back onto the frame. The weight bar clanked down as I let my arms fall loose at my side. “That was pretty pathetic, you old pedo,” he chuckled at me. “Can’t even bench press 10 reps.” Suddenly I saw his cocky grin light up his face. Now it was me feeling uncertain. “You’re going to do another set, fag,” he told me. “And you’re going to do more reps. Because if you don’t, you’re going to get an ugly punishment.” Suddenly without notice, he dropped his basketball shorts to the ground, his chubby alabaster cock dangling above my head in front of his soft smooth ballsack. “You’re going to grab the bar, and start again. If you let the bar drop to low, my nasty ass is going to drop onto your face. And I didn’t shower after gym today, so it is ripe.” I could already pick up his scent: musky with the surge of his adolescent hormones and rank with a day’s worth of sweat. And while I suspected while Danny was generally hygienic, I wasn’t about to guess at how well he wiped after going to the bathroom. I gulped in trepidation, but also excitement. My own cock started to twitch. I grabbed the bar once again, and he put his hands in position outside of mine. Lifting the bar out of the brace, I knew this wasn’t going to go well. I could already feel the strain in my arms. This time as I lowered the bar over my chest, Danny started to squatted along with it, keeping the same level as the bar, his thighs and buttocks clenched as he slowly descended. Above me, I could see his ass slowly approaching me, his scent growing stronger. Once he was about an inch from my nose, I could see in the cleft of his taut buttocks and in the center his anus — a pale, pink pucker with just a few auburn short hairs around it. It glistened with his own sweat. I couldn’t see any dirtiness to it, just sweaty skin. My arms paused, holding the bar briefly before I pushed it up again. Slowly, with strain and struggle, the bar and Danny’s ass were lifted up until my elbows were locked and Danny stood tall over me. “One,” he said. I slowly let the bar begin to drop again, with Danny descending as well, his squatting pale white thighs in my peripheral vision. My arms ached, quivering as the weight descended. I wasn’t going to be able to do a full rep this time. I was going to get a face-full of Danny. I tried to hold the bar at my chest and push back up, but I felt my muscles giving way to exhaustion. The bar continued to sink, only onto my chest. The pressure began to build. “Danny… help…” I gasped through gritting teeth. Through my eyes squinting in stress, I saw him grasp the bar in his hands and start to guide it upward. But this time, he didn’t lift with his legs. He shifted his body to straighten his back, so as he sat the bar back into the squat rack, he sat his ass cheeks right onto my face. His sweaty ass cleft was now seated on the bridge of his nose, and I was full of his aroma. Sweat, teen musk, and the tang of the day. As he shifted to slip my nose between his cheeks, his taint was rubbing itself over my lips, and dragging along my chin was his smooth teenage scrotum, slowly tightening as he settled himself on my face. My arms dropped to my side in ache as I allowed my lips to pucker and kiss at his taint, feeling his hot wetness against me. He was all boy, and yet dripping with masculinity. It was an intoxicating cocktail. With a small gasp, Danny shifted once again, ever so slightly, moving his body forward until his ass cleft was firmly seated on my lips. I couldn’t see a thing, just a close-up view of the curves of his taut ass sweeping up into his low back. I closed my eyes and focused my senses on his scent — overwhelming now. I figured Danny’s adjustment to this position was the only approval I was going to get, and so opened my lips slightly to kiss his shivering hole. I allowed my tongue to swipe as I began kissing at his pucker, tasting the saltiness, the tang and just the faintest hint of something bitter. I pushed my worries about that bitter taste to the side as I focused on the larger task at hand. “Ohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuucccckk,” I heard him sigh above me, even though his thighs were at the side of my head muffling the sounds of the room. I allowed my tongue to dance along his small pink hole, allowing his flavor to saturate me. His body was so young, so boyish, but he tasted like a grown man. While I had wanted to build this up slower, I began surrendering to the heat and lust of the moment, and started thrusting my tongue deeper and deeper into him, alternating with sucking his ass with my lips. “Yesssssssss,” he gasped, leaning forward and supporting himself on the weight bar. That was the tone I wanted — he was starting to surrender to the pleasure I was giving him. He was accepting it. I suckled and licked and tongued at his quivering hole, my mouth drenched in his sweat and my slobber. I was surrendering to. Ethan was always clean for our trysts, and the few moments where I rimmed him, I was being romantic. Loving. Gentle. Here, my object of desire had been forced onto me, unprepared and ripe from the day. My hunger for it was animalistic and I devoured him in a way I never did with Ethan. Danny groaned as he gyrated his hips slightly, humping his ass against my mouth and thrusting tongue. He seemed to be floating in another world. I suspect that no one had yet done this for him. Hell, in his mind, it was probably “too gay” for him to consider asking for. But he created the situation, and now I was here eating out his delicious ass. The taste of him was like a drug, and suddenly I would be ready to beg him if it would spare Ethan to dish all of his punishment on me. I would take it gladly. Willingly. It was a timeless moment and I had no idea how long my sloppy rimjob had gone. His hole was quaking in response to my mouth. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Danny quickly stood and removed the object of my desire from my face. I could see his ass glistening with our combined juices, and I could now see his own cock was fully hard, erect, and dripping with precum. His foreskin straining against the throbbing glans within, a few heavy drops fell from the head of his dick and landed on my neck. “Ha,” he said, stepping back from the bench. Quickly he stepped back into his basketball shorts, and pulled them up. His hardon was still obscenely sticking out in the front. He calmed himself, allowing his breathing to return to normal. He smiled down on me, but as he did, a long trickle of spittle fell from his lips and splattered right on my right cheek and the corner of my mouth. “Nice, but its not going to be that easy, Mr. Davis,” he grinned. “And you are pathetic when it comes to weightlifting. I guess we have our work cut out for us.” As he walked around the bench to the door into the backyard, I maneuvered myself into sitting up. My face was still drenched with my saliva, the sweat from his ass, and now his spittle. As he reached out for the door handle, he paused and looked back at me. “I’ll come by for my training session tomorrow, and as I promised, you’ve been a good boy and I think you can watch Ethan while I’m busy,” he said in a low, gravely voice. Opening the door, he stepped out but before he closed the door behind him, he paused a final time, looking me in the eyes. “And… uh…. thanks for the free weights,” he practically whispered as he closed the ail Other Nifty Stories by Mobius: The Brotherhood fty//gay/highschool/the-brotherhood-redux/

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