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Subject: Visiting My Brother at College part 6 We lie in bed for at least an hour. We don’t go back to sleep, we just lie there gently feeling each others’ bodies. It’s not even really sexual, it’s more like we’re just exploring this new freedom to know each other on this level. We’ve been close our entire lives, but never this close, and it’s interesting to see there are still things to discover. Like the triangle of freckles on the left side of his chest, or the way the hair on his thighs feels under my hand, or how the skin around the little round scar on his belly, just below and to the right of his navel, pulls tight and wrinkles when he laughs. “I gave you this scar,” I whisper, circling it with my finger, remembering that day when we fought, he fell, and I cried while he got stitches. “I never apologized, did I?” “Are you trying to now?” He asks, stroking my back. I bend down to kiss it before I answer. “No,” I say, “You were being a jerk and you deserved it.” “Such a little shit,” he laughs, pinching my side just below my ribs. We scuffle for a few minutes, pinching, tickling, and wrestling before we settle back to cuddling together, my head on his chest again. It’s almost noon when Reed says, “As much fun as this is, we should probably get up.” He doesn’t make any move to push me away or sit up, though. “You’re supposed to be visiting the college, seeing the sights, not laying in bed all day.” He raises an arm and makes a show of sniffing his own armpit. “Besides, I need a shower.” I bring my head up and lick his exposed armpit, trying to entice him to stay in bed. “Oh my God,” I gag. I thought it would be hot, and I was trying to be sexy, and it kind of was, but fuck, he really does need a shower. “Dude, you weren’t kidding.” He laughs and hooks his elbow around my neck, holding my face into his pit. “You sure you don’t want to taste more? Come on, that’s pure big bro, breathe it in,” he teases. “Lemme go,” I yell, muffled, slapping at his chest as much as I can with my arms pinned under me. It reeks, a sharp, salty, sweaty scent. I’m embarrassed to admit I’m a little turned on by the position, but I’d much rather be here when he’s clean. He eventually lets me go, and I start licking his face to force him to smell it too. To my surprise he catches my tongue with his mouth and sucks on it, putting a hand on the back of my head, working his jaw and full-on making out with me. “Mm, garlicky,” he says with a grin as he pulls back, and I laugh. “You’re so gross,” I say. “You’re one who licked my pit, dude.” “Never again.” “We’ll see about that,” he says with a smirk, and fuck, I know if he asks me to I will. “Now seriously, let’s go shower.” He sits up and pulls me up with him. “Uhh, together?” I ask. “Yeah,” he says, looking at me like I’ve just asked something really stupid. “You may not realize, but you stink too, and you’re kinda sticky and crusty.” He suddenly grins, “Are you afraid showering together is crossing a line? Because I think we went way past that one when I fucked you last night.” I blush, because hearing it out loud is somehow different from knowing it happened, like it’s more real now. And to hear my straight brother, who was freaking out just yesterday, talk so casually about fucking me is jarring. How is he suddenly more okay with all of this than I am? Or is he just better at covering his insecurity? I let him lead me by the hand into the bathroom, and into the shower stall. He turns the water on hot, a little hotter than is comfortable for me, but I don’t complain. There’s not much room to maneuver in here, we have to sort of dance around each other, taking turns getting under the spray. “This is a little tight,” I laugh, forced to squat down for the shampoo on the floor. I’m at eye-level with his dick, and look up to see him leering down at me. “Do you plan on staying down there? I wouldn’t necessarily mind,” he says with a smirk, “but could you pass the shampoo up first?” I roll my eyes, squirt a little shampoo in my hands, then stand up and start working it into my hair. “Get it yourself,” I say. “Brat,” he jokes, and squats down. I have my eyes closed, lathering up my hair when I feel him take me into his mouth. “Holy shit,” I cry, rapidly getting hard. I wipe suds away from my eyes and look down, and fuck, my straight brother is sucking my dick. He’s not great, he’s just sort of bobbing his head and sucking gently, but it feels good, and just knowing it’s him is mind-blowing. I rest one hand on his head and put one against the shower wall to support myself. “Fuck, Reed,” I whisper, stroking his face. “Use your tongue.” His hand comes up to hold my shaft at the base, and he stops sucking, but starts licking all over the head, swirling his tongue around. My head is so sensitive, it’s almost like he’s tickling me, sending little electric shocks from the tip of my cock straight to my balls, and my breath stutters. “Tastes weird,” he says, “Kinda sweet, though.” He takes the head in his mouth again and keeps prodding with his tongue. He doesn’t have much rhythm, but he’s trying, and I could nearly cum just from gratitude alone. I’m running my fingers through his wet hair, eyes closed, trying to resist grabbing it and fucking his face. I know he’s not ready for that, even I have trouble taking a guy like that. I’m still in shock that he’s even ready for this much. He’s slowly jerking me off into his mouth, moving his lips up and down just a couple of inches. I’ve never gotten a blowjob in the shower before, and it’s a strange feeling. With the hot water all around me his mouth is comparatively cool, but it still has a comforting snug warmth to it, and the suction and slick motion are driving me crazy. I look down and see him looking back at me, something in his eyes seeking approval. “So good, Reed,” I tell him, brushing some strands of hair off of his forehead. He smiles a little around my dick, and rubs my thigh with his free hand. I’m trying to hold off cumming, trying to make this last, but I’m so close, and then his hand trails up from my thigh, brushing my balls which are pulled up tight, and slipping back until his finger finds my hole. “Oh shit,” I whisper, as he pushes inside me, just one finger, setting off fireworks in my whole lower body. “Reed, gonna cum.” He takes me out of his mouth but keeps stroking me, looking up into my face, and I look him in the eyes as I shoot, clenching on his finger. Three shots paint his neck and chest, then two more dribble down into the water pouring down the drain. My dick keeps twitching as he gently milks me through my orgasm, and I lean over him, one hand on his head, the other on his shoulder, barely holding myself upright. When I’ve recovered a little I help him to his feet and rub his chest with one hand, smearing my cum around, brushing the streak across his neck with my thumb. “Holy shit, Reed,” I mutter, stretching up to kiss him. I slip my tongue between his lips, where he had my cock just moments ago, and he meets it with his own, caressing it. We kiss for I don’t know how long, our tongues lazily slipping against each other, before I pull back and just rest my forehead on his shoulder. “Can’t believe you did that.” “Neither can I,” he chuckles, laying his hands on my back and rubbing gently. “But if you’re gonna be sucking my cock, I figure it’s only fair if I do you sometimes.” “How are you so cool with this?” I ask on impulse, giving voice to my thoughts from earlier. He doesn’t say anything, just starts massaging my hair and shifts me so that my head is under the spray. “Never finished washing your hair,” he mumbles eventually. I let him rinse the shampoo out, and stay there as he grabs the soap and starts running it over my back and chest, raising my arms and washing under them. He’s washed my whole body, paying special attention to my ass and crotch, before he speaks again. “I think I have to be cool with it,” he finally says. “If I’m not, then… then I’m scared of what happens to us.” He pauses and starts washing his own body. “Believe me, this is still super fucking weird for me, but I don’t want to spend the whole weekend freaking out about it.” I take the soap from him and take over for him, rubbing his chest and arms, making a point of vigorously scrubbing his armpits, which gets a chuckle out of him. Even after lying in bed with him all morning, it’s still such a thrill to run my hands over his body, to feel him all over. We don’t say much as I scrub him down and both of us rinse off, but when we’re clean I kneel for him. He’s not hard, but he starts to plump up when I nuzzle my face into his groin. He just takes my shoulders and pulls me back up. “Not now,” he says, giving me a quick kiss. “I’m okay for now.” We get out of the shower and dry off, then I sit on the toilet and watch him shave. He uses a manual razor like Dad taught us, and carefully lathers his face before slowly gliding the razor across his skin. He’s so focused, a cute little furrow appearing between his eyebrows, and I take the opportunity to just ogle him. I’ve seen the front of him a lot in the last two days, but this is an interesting new angle. His back is lightly muscled, like his front, şişli travesti and tapers ever so slightly down to his waist, where there is a pair of dimples just above a truly amazing ass. I admired it a little on Friday, the way it curves out and looks great in shorts, but it looks even better naked. The term “bubble butt” has never applied better. I’m idly watching the dense clouds of freckles scattered across the backs of his shoulders bunch and stretch as he moves his arm when I notice him smirking at me in the mirror. “If you don’t stop distracting me with your leering, I’m gonna nick myself,” he says. “I’ve got nothing better to do right now,” I say. “You’re hogging the mirror so I can’t do my hair.” He rolls his eyes and goes back to shaving, while I go back to leering, but every so often our eyes will meet and he’ll roll his eyes again. “You’re going to be so bad for my ego,” he says. “If it helps, I can tell you about Toby,” I grin, “His abs are incredible, and he has a longer dick than you.” “Dude, I definitely don’t need to know that shit about my friend,” he frowns before rinsing his face off and turning to me. He’s so handsome freshly shaved, his skin is smooth and perfect, pink and glowing from the hot shower. “And anyway, you said you were thinking about me when you were with him, so I must be hotter.” “Sometimes I was,” I shrug. “Not always.” I sigh. “It’s fucking weird. I still want him too.” Reed nods slowly and leans back against the sink. “I still want girls, too,” he says. “And I want a wife someday, and kids. A normal life, you know? Like, we can still have that, right?” My chest feels a little tight all of a sudden, and I try to relax. “I don’t know. I… I felt jealous seeing you with Jessica, thinking about you with Jessica,” I admit. “I still feel weird about you being with anyone else. But that’s not right… right? I can’t, like, go fuck or date other guys and then say you have to be only with me.” He doesn’t say anything, just shrugs, and I sigh and get up. I squeeze him out of the way and spend a minute combing my hair, then I walk into the room, grab some clothes from my bag, and throw them on. He follows a moment later and gets dressed himself, skipping underwear. I wonder if he even owns any. “What about you, Reed? Do you feel… jealous? Or possessive? Am I the only one being ridiculous?” I ask him when we’re both dressed. “I don’t know,” he says, shrugging again, which is starting to drive me crazy. “I mean, this is all new, but when I think about you with someone else… No, not really.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I guess… Well, I guess it’s like I said earlier. I know no one’s going to replace me.” He walks toward me, and wraps his arms around me. “Maybe you just need to remember that no one can replace you either. No matter what.” I nod, looking up at him. I don’t know if it’s that easy, but I guess I have to try. Either that, or commit to him and somehow make him do the same, which still sounds insane. “So we’re, what, brothers with benefits? And anyone we’re with is supposed to be cool with that?” He blushes but nods, “Well, I don’t know if we need to tell people about it.” “So we just cheat on our partners with each other forever?” I ask. He groans in frustration, “Dude, I don’t know! We’re in pretty fucking uncharted territory here.” He lets go of me and starts pacing. “We’ll figure it out as we go, okay? Just… I’m going to keep you.” “Okay, Reed,” I say. “I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot right now. I’m sorry I keep pushing. I’m just fucking confused.” “I know, Dev,” he sighs. “Me too.” He stops pacing and rubs his face for a second before looking back at me. “Anyway, can we just, like, for now, figure out what we’re going to do TODAY and leave the hard shit for another time?” “Yeah,” I say, slowly, feeling at my phone in my pocket, hesitating. “Would it bother you if I did something with Toby today?” “I was hoping to spend time with you this weekend,” he says a little sadly. Fuck, he looks adorable and I want to hug him. I guess I can? “I know,” I say, walking over and wrapping my arms around him. “We will. Just, like, maybe we need a little space to think about things? And maybe I need to see, after last night, and this morning, if I can be with another guy without obsessing over you?” “Space,” he says, dully. “I fucking tried that, Dev, and it nearly drove me crazy. But, yeah, if that’s what you need.” He huffs and pulls away, then walks to his desk, grabbing his phone. “I’ll… hang out with Jess or the guys or something.” “Hey,” I say gently, following him over and kissing his shoulder. “I don’t mean, like, avoiding you or anything. I just mean a couple of hours, okay? To get some perspective.” He nods but doesn’t look at me, so I keep kissing his shoulder, moving up to his neck and rubbing my nose against it until I hear him chuckle. He’s still not looking at me when I pull away, but he is smiling softly. “Okay,” he says. “It’s fine.” He laughs and shakes his head. “Just a few minutes ago I was telling you I’m not jealous or possessive and now I’m getting butthurt about you wanting to go out with someone else.” “But really,” he says, finally turning to look at me. “It’s fine. Go out with Toby. Have fun.” He leans in and kisses me, just a peck, before slowly smiling. “But tonight is Buchanans only, a bro night. And if you’re good I’ll fuck you so that you’re feeling me until Thanksgiving break.” “Fuck,” I say, taking the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss me properly. I lick the crease of his lips until he opens up and then I pull his tongue into my mouth, caressing it with my own. I keep the pressure on his neck for a moment as he tries to pull back before I let him go. “Yeah,” I say, a little out of breath. Our chests are flush together, and I grind into him a little, feeling our erections straining against each other. “Yeah, that sounds good.” I have to step back. “But I should go now, before we end up back in bed and need to shower again.” “Yeah,” he says, palming himself through his jeans, “Yeah. We’ll… tonight.” I grin at his inability to speak coherently but nod, “Tonight.” With that I force myself to leave the room before I drop to my knees for him. Once outside, though, I realize I haven’t really made any plans, I never got back to Toby, and I just stand there in the hallway. I open my phone and re-read his messages, and I think about replying, but I glance down the hall. His room is right there, so why not just go see if he’s in? I knock on his door and wait. It takes a few seconds before Toby opens his door, wearing just a t-shirt, boxer briefs, and a pair of glasses I haven’t seen before. They look good on him, square and black, and combined with the cardigan he wore last night and the book laying open on his bed I’m now imagining him as a sexy history professor. We might have to do some roleplaying. He smiles broadly when he sees me, flashing those perfect teeth. “Devin! Hey! Come in,” he says, and I do, following him a couple of steps into the room. “I was kind of starting to think I wouldn’t hear from you today, so I’ve just been doing some studying.” “Oh, yeah, sorry. I kinda slept in,” I say, unable to tell him the full truth. I fidget a little, just standing there in his room. “Umm, what are you reading?” I ask, pointing to the book on his bed. “It’s a book on the imperial exam system’s evolution from the Tang dynasty through the early Ming,” he explains, and laughs a little, looking away for a second. “It’s actually pretty interesting, you know, if you like that sort of thing. Which I do.” “Yeah, I remember,” I say, smiling at him. His nerdiness is pretty cute. “So, um, if you still want to, I was thinking maybe we could hang out today?” “Yeah! Totally!” He says, then looks down at himself. “Shit, sorry, I should get dressed.” “I don’t mind,” I grin, pointedly looking him up and down. “Well I want to take you somewhere, and last time I walked through campus in my underwear, I got some dirty looks,” he jokes. “It’ll just take a second.” “Okay, fine,” I sigh, as he begins to pull on some black jeans. “I didn’t know you wore glasses.” “Oh, yeah, just for reading and writing,” he explains. “Too long staring at words without them and I get headaches.” He takes them off and puts them away in a case on his desk, then grabs his shoes and starts putting them on. “Well, they look good,” I say, although at this point I’m starting to think anything would look good on Toby. “So, where are we going?” “That’s a surprise,” he says, standing up and taking my hand. He leads me out of the dorm and down to the main campus. There aren’t too many people walking around on a Sunday afternoon, but I’m still a little self-conscious about holding hands with a guy in public. I don’t know why, like I’m not ashamed of being gay or anything, I just kind of expect someone to sneer at us and shake their head, or call us fags. No one does though, everyone seems to just take it as normal, and I slowly relax, but not completely. Maybe it’s more the idea that anyone who sees us would think we’re a couple, and I don’t really know what we are. We’re near the quad where I first saw him on beylikdüzü travesti Friday when he tugs me off the path onto a stretch of grass between two building, right to the edge of a forested hill that dominates one side of the campus, and onto a trail that rises steeply upward. He has to let go of my hand as we start hiking, but he stays just ahead of me and looks back frequently to check on me, pausing occasionally to point things out. At one point he leads me off the trail to a place where a cluster of trees and bushes seems to make a wall, which he starts pushing his way through. “Is this where we’re going?” I ask. “No, this is just something cool along the way, come on,” he says, beckoning me to follow. The foliage is dense but we only have to go a couple of feet before we break through into a near-perfect dome of branches and leaves. There are some old camping chairs scattered around, along with some empty beer cans and cigarette butts. “This is a really cool place to hang out, and the campus cops don’t seem to know about it.” I have to admit that despite the litter it is kind of nice, a little green bubble with hundreds of specks of golden sunlight breaking through, and Toby’s excitement is infectious. He seems to really enjoy showing me the things he likes, and I find myself liking them for that reason. He grins then steps up and kisses me, both hands on my face. It’s different from Reed, since Toby’s the same height as me. Neither of us has to reach up or bend down, our mouths just come together perfectly. As his tongue just barely swipes my lips before he pulls back his chin and leans his forehead against mine, I think their kisses are just like them. Reed is alternately gentle and forceful, while Toby is so sweetly enthusiastic. Shit, both are fantastic. “I also wanted to bring you here to do that, always wanted to kiss someone here,” he winks at me before taking my hand and pulling me back out of the little grotto. The path is steep, but near the top the hill flattens out, and before long we’re just walking a winding trail through the forest, and Toby takes my hand again. Even though we’re fairly high up, I can’t see the campus through the trees anymore, and it feels like we could be miles from civilization, surrounded by towering evergreens interspersed with ferns and outcroppings of rock. “This is, like, super old granite,” Toby says as we walk, pointing at one of the protruding boulders. “Like, hundreds of millions of years old. Most of the mountains around here are fairly new volcanic mountains, but this hill is a remnant of some mountain that predates the dinosaurs.” “So you’re a geologist now too?” “I just like old shit,” he laughs. “And I took shrooms here once after a geology lecture, and thinking about that sort of blew my mind.” “Wow,” I laugh, “that sounds crazy. I’ve never done anything like that.” Aside from drinking, I’ve really only smoked weed a couple of times. I’m not opposed to drugs, I just haven’t had that many opportunities. “Well if you do,” he says, “you’ve gotta do it in nature, at least the first time. This is a really good place for it, so maybe I’ll get to give you your first experience some time.” He squeezes my hand. “Maybe,” I say, liking the sound of that but still unsure we have a future to make plans for. A couple of minutes later I spot a big wooden tower sticking up out of the trees ahead. “There it is,” Toby says. “The best view in the city.” It looks like an old fire lookout tower standing in a grassy clearing, a roofed platform supported by four thick posts, with several flights of stairs leading up. Toby drops my hand to run up the stairs, and I follow a little more slowly. When I reach the top he’s already at the railing, his head turned back to grin at me, and I join him there. It’s kind of incredible. Trees still block some of the campus below, but the rest of the city stretches out in front of us. I can see the whole bay to the West, plus some islands farther out, and the sprawling city giving way to farmland and forests to the North. Toby wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my cheek while I take in the view. “After showing you my spot on the beach yesterday, I wanted to show you my number one favorite place,” he says. “I come up here all the time. It’s a great place to come and think. Get some perspective, you know?” And weird, because yeah, I do know. Didn’t I just tell Reed that that’s what I need to do? And then Toby brought me here. “It’s really nice to have you here,” he says, squeezing me tighter. “To share the things I like with you. I hope I’ll get to do it more.” And shit, he’s just so sweet and sincere, which is kind of weird considering how recently we met, but I really do like him. And I realize, I want him to share what he likes with me. I want to share with him too. I don’t know him well yet, but I want to get to know him. And that’s kind of exciting. Is this the perspective I wanted? Fuck, I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. He must see something in my face because he asks, “Hey, is something wrong?” “No,” I say, and I realize my eyes are watering. I wipe them with the back of my hand and pull myself away from the landscape to look at him. “Sorry, this is amazing, Toby. You’re amazing.” “…But?” He asks, frowning slightly. “Am I coming on too strong? Because I thought I might have last night but then you showed up today and I thought…” “Shut up,” I laugh. “You’re sweet. You’re kinda perfect actually.” “I still sense a ‘but’ coming,” he says skeptically, although his lips are quirking up a bit. “But… I don’t know if I deserve perfect,” I sigh. “And before you say anything sweet to reassure me, I also just… I don’t live here. You’re two years older than me, which isn’t a lot, but it kind of feels like it, and I’m just your friend’s brother in high school, and I don’t know what this is, or what I want it to be, and everything’s a little confusing right now, and you saying this is a good place to get perspective… Well, I kind of really need that.” “Ok,” he says, gently running his knuckles up and down my side. “So, that was a lot.” I laugh. “I do that sometimes. Sorry.” “No, don’t be,” he says. “Look, I don’t care about your age, I like you. I’m not even gonna touch whether you deserve me, that’s not really relevant or your decision to make. The only problem I can see is distance, and maybe we can just ignore that for now? I like you, but this doesn’t have to be anything more than what it is. I’d like to see you when I can, and maybe, just like, when you’re here, or I’m there, we could be… together, I guess? I’d like that, anyway. But it doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want.” “When you’re there?” I ask. “Like, coming to visit me?” “Well, I could,” he says. “If you wanted. But I mean, my mom doesn’t live that far from you, you know?” “Oh,” I say. I stare out over the city again, mulling everything over. “So like, a relationship that goes on pause when I’m back home and you’re here?” Toby laughs. “Yeah, I guess that’s one way to put it. But hey, if you end up coming here next year, and we’re both single, I’ve got dibs on boyfriend status.” I snort, “I haven’t even said yes to your start-and-stop relationship proposal yet.” “Dibs,” he repeats, laying his head on my shoulder and squeezing my hip. I laugh and we fall into a peaceful silence, looking out over the city. I don’t know why this amazing guy wants me, much less why he’s willing to have a weird long distance not-quite-relationship with me. I mean, the sex was great, maybe the best I’ve had… until Reed, later… but Toby must get laid plenty. Whatever the reason, I can’t deny I’m happy about it. I can’t deny that I want him too. I’m not in love with him, nothing I feel for him can compare with what I feel with Reed, but it’s also different. Different enough that maybe what I have with Reed, and what I might have with Toby, or anyone else, doesn’t have to overlap. I’ve known Reed my entire life, loved him my entire life, even if we’re just now exploring a new aspect of that love. Toby is something new, and the prospect of learning everything about him is thrilling in a way that doesn’t really compare. It’s like going on a vacation, seeing strange and wonderful sights, tasting unique local specialties, experiencing a different kind of life. Reed is, like, my home, and I’m sure I’ll always love going back to him, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fall in love with someone else. “You were right,” I say, breaking the silence after a few minutes. “This place is amazing.” “I’m glad you like it,” Toby says, lifting his head a bit to kiss my cheek. We stay up there for around an hour, talking about all sorts of things and occasionally lapsing into relaxed silence. “Why do you like history?” I ask him at one point. “Well, like I said, I just like old shit,” Toby grins. “But I guess, if we’re being serious, it’s just the way I chose to try to understand the world. You know, like, some people turn to science, or numbers, and some use art or religion. I want to know how we got here. I figure learning about that is the best way to understand where we are. At least, to me.” He shrugs. “I also do just seriously istanbul travesti like old things. The older the cooler.” “Yet here you are with someone two years younger,” I tease, making him laugh. “I said old things, not old people,” he chuckles. “What about you, why do you like history?” “I guess, kind of what you said,” I say, and pause. “But, I think I just really like imagining what it would have been like to live in different times. Like, sub-Roman Britain.” He rolls his eyes, but he’s still grinning at me. I give him a little shove with my hip. “No, really. Like, imagine, there’s this, like, super advanced, urban civilization, and in a matter of a couple of generations it just crumbles and decays, and the people still remember it but it must have seemed so strange to them. Life changed so fucking drastically in such a short time, and I just think that’s interesting to think about, to try to put yourself in their shoes.” “Okay, yeah,” Toby says, “I see what you mean. Song China still has it beat, though.” I laugh, “Sure, whatever.” We talk about our other hobbies as well. Toby tells me he played soccer until college, he likes to go dancing, he’s into 2000s emo music and ska which makes me snicker but he doesn’t seem to mind, he watches Jeopardy every day, because of course he does, and he’s in the drama club on campus. I tell him about the games I like to play with friends, the books I read which are mainly fantasy, my fascination with languages. We don’t have that much in common, but he doesn’t seem to mind, he seems to want to know more, and I think I want the same. Eventually we start to walk back down, strolling slowly and continuing to talk. We see a couple of other people out hiking the trails, but mostly it feels like the forest is just ours. When we pass the little hidden spot in the trees, this time I’m the one dragging him off the trail and into the little cave of foliage. As soon as we’re inside, I basically attack his mouth, and although he seems surprised for a moment, he quickly starts returning my enthusiasm, running his hands over my back as our lips and tongues wrestle. I move my lips down to his neck, licking and sucking it, and delighting in the soft gasps he lets out. “Couldn’t wait to do this,” I say to him as I kneel in front of him. “Oh, fuck,” he whispers as I unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees. He’s hard already, and I take a moment to admire again just how beautiful his cock is, perfectly straight, long and well-shaped. I close my eyes as I pull him into my mouth, licking around the head and savoring his taste. I can tell he’s trying to be quiet, to not let anyone who might be passing by on the trail know what’s happening in here, but the tiny gasps and stifled moans he makes are incredibly arousing. He’s so responsive, every swipe of my tongue, every movement of my head, elicits a shiver or a whimper or some sign that he loves this, and I love that I can make him feel like that. I haven’t sucked many cut dicks before, most guys my age seem to be uncut, and I’m enjoying exploring the difference with my mouth. His head isn’t quite as smooth as I’m used to, but with no skin in the way it’s a bit easier to deal with, to run my tongue around, to hold between my lips and suckle on. I try to go deep, but he’s so long. I gag twice before he strokes my hair and says, “it’s okay.” I pull off for a moment to spit in my hand, and grab the base of his shaft. I know cut guys need a little more lube. I dive back in, bobbing my head and pumping with my fist in sync. I reach my free hand up under his shirt to stroke those perfect abs, and I love the way they tense and relax under my touch as the sensation overwhelms him. I pull off again to look up at him, and he’s smiling down at me, perfect teeth on display. I keep looking up at him as I angle his cock up and duck my head to nuzzle his balls while jerking him off. They’re big and dangle heavily, and he bites his lower lip and groans when I suck one into my mouth, tugging it down. It pulls up against my suction, and I play tug-of-war for a moment before I let it slip out. When I take his cock into my mouth again, I’m pleased to taste a burst of precum, sweeter than any I’ve tasted before. I hum around his shaft, making his knees shudder. I bob my head, trying to take him as deep as I can without gagging, swallowing around him when he hits the back of my throat. I’ve never been good at this, but I want to try for him, and I’m so focused on my breathing and relaxing my throat that it comes as a surprise when my nose hits his trimmed pubes. In my surprise I choke and pull back, sitting back on my heels and laughing. Toby laughs and puts his hand out to stroke my cheek. “Fuck, Dev, you don’t have to take all of it, no one has before.” “I want to, though,” I say, wiping my eyes before kneeling again, adjusting my own erection in my jeans. “I’ll be fine, promise.” His hand grips my hair as I dive back in, slowly working my way back down his shaft. It takes a minute, but I’m prepared this time when my nose hits his pubes, and I rest a moment there with my lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, my forehead pressed to his skin, breathing in his scent. I reach around him and grab his ass with both hands as I pull back, and then I pull on his ass to bring him forward. It takes him a moment to get the message, but then he murmurs, “oh fuck,” and tights his grip on my hair as he begins to move his hips. Soon he’s fucking my throat in a steady rhythm, and I slide my hands up his back and sides, feeling his muscles as he uses my mouth. He’s moaning a bit louder now, and when I look up his eyes are closed and his lower lip is curled in. He barely gets out, “Dev, gonna–” before I feel his shaft spasming. I pull back in time get his second shot in my mouth, and holy fuck, it’s so sweet. It still has some of the salty, chlorine taste of cum, but it’s the best I’ve ever tasted by far. I grip his shaft and pump it steadily as he fires off three more shots, which I swallow down. I nurse his dick for a good minute after he finishes shooting, slurping down the last drops of his cum, before I let him go, stand up, and kiss him. “Mm…” he groans against my lips, before pulling back a bit. He strokes my hair and leans his forehead against mine. “Wow, Dev. Just when I think I couldn’t like you more.” I laugh. “You taste so good. Like, really really sweet.” “Well, I am a vegetarian,” he chuckles. “Meat makes cum taste bad.” “I didn’t know that. And fuck, I love meat.” “I could tell, you took mine so well.” He laughs as I swat his chest. “It’s fine, I don’t care what you eat.” We stand there leaning against each other for a few minutes, just breathing and occasionally kissing, before Toby seems to suddenly realize he’s standing with his pants down in the middle of a forest, and scrambles to pull them up. “Oh shit,” he says, as he’s buckling his belt. “I feel like a jerk. Can I like… help you?” And until he said something about it, I hadn’t even realized I didn’t cum. I mean, I was hard the whole time I was blowing him, but I’m not really anymore. I did already cum like two hours ago, so I guess I don’t really need to right now, and I know I’m going to cum again tonight, probably a lot. And holy shit, I didn’t think about Reed at all until now. So, maybe this could work? But now Toby’s still looking at me and I realize I’ve been in my own head for I don’t know how long, so I just shake my head quickly, “No,” I say. “I, uh, I just wanted to do that for you. To thank you, you know.” “Thank me for what?” He asks, tilting his head and grinning at me. “For showing me around, for… I dunno, being you.” “Dude, I was gonna say it was my pleasure, but you made sure it really was,” he laughs, and steps forward to kiss me again. Several kisses later, we eventually emerge from the bushes onto the trail. It’s late afternoon as we step back onto the campus. “So…” Toby starts, holding my hand as we walk back toward the dorm. “Do you want to get dinner or something?” “Uh, I actually promised Reed we’d have a bro night tonight, since I’m supposed to be visiting him, you know?” “Oh, right. That’s cool,” Toby nods. “Well then, when do you leave tomorrow? Can I see you before you go?” “I think my Dad’s coming at like 4:00. So yeah, we can definitely hang out a little. Maybe have lunch.” “Sweet,” Toby grins. When we reach the dorm, Toby gives me another quick kiss and opens the main door for me, but then says he’s going to go get some food and leaves me to go in alone. I walk up to Reed’s room pondering the day. I think that went well, I think I can do this, that I can have someone else, and Reed, and it will be okay. But as much fun as I had with Toby, as much I like him, I can’t deny that as I approach Reed’s door my dick is already harder than at any point while I sucked Toby off, and I’m practically trembling with excitement about the night. —– Ok, I hope the wait wasn’t too bad. I also hope you like this chapter. I know Toby has fans, but I know a lot of you just want to see Devin and Reed together. I don’t think it’s realistic to have them start an exclusive relationship, at least not yet if ever, and I want to keep some other possibilities open for the future. The next chapter will be all Devin and Reed, though, and should be out before too long. As always, let me know what you think, it’s great hearing from y’all.

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