Greg had become the perfect host. For the first time my attraction to him didn’t annoy me. I had gotten a grip on the situation and he grew compliant. The more I massaged his red hot sausage the more he drooled on the back of his hand. I messaged his leakage back into his flesh and in turn he supplied more of the slick liquid.
My reluctance to touch him there was replaced by taking it as far as he’d let me. What was done was done and I may as well get the most out of it. The experience took my breath away. My dizziness accompanied his desire to let me handle him any way I liked.
I continued moving my fingers slowly, realizing what happened to me when I speeded things up. I used one hand, after collecting some of his liquid, and moved my forefinger and second finger up to push on the middle of his hole, after it felt slick. The other fingers pushed on the space down under the hole and there was a sudden response, when Greg raised his hips, pushed hard against the hand that held him as one finger felt the tight hold his hole had on it.
He moaned and let out a lot of air.
“Damn,” he said, and I squeezed his dick firmly.
He did like being massaged as he settled back down, finding no fault with how I paid up.
I was certain the escalation would bring about objections, but he had nothing else to say. I kept the one hand stroking and didn’t dare move the other hand. The soft hole had a tight hold on my finger and it didn’t change until his hips raised again and the finger slid deeper into the silky tunnel.
I waited for him to tell me to get my fingers back where it belonged, but there was no reaction once he settled down. He laid quite still for a few more minutes.
“Faster,” Greg growled. “If you’re going to jack me off, jack me off will you.”
I was put off at first before I understood the immediacy of the comment. My hand began to fill with his cum as it oozed out of him. His asshole tightened even more on my finger and two sprits of cum loaded up the front of my briefs. I could feel the liquid scalding my own cock. I was amazed as more liquid pumped into my hand as his ass lifted until my finger was buried in him.
He gurgled and gasped for air and he twisted his ass as he relaxed back on the table. My fingers popped free. He moaned. I gasped, trying to wipe enough of his cum on his shorts and mine to keep it off the table. I was sure it wasn’t the first cum to end up on the table, but I didn’t want him to have something else to complain about.
The next thing I knew he was pushing himself off the table and my fingers ended up on his balls. With his ass in the air he pivoted in his right arm and sat down with his ass on the table and me still halfway between his scissoring legs.
“I didn’t say to touch me like that. Did I?”
“You didn’t say not to,” I defended.
His eyes sparked and his face was full of displeasure for the liberties I’d taken with him. I was surprised his admonishment didn’t last longer or intensify. The eyes broke away from me as he checked where he was on the table. I was waiting for him to get off the table or tell me to, but instead he leaned back and placed his hands behind his head, spreading out across the table without further reprimand.
His legs brushed across mine as he got comfortable. He watched me carefully as though he thought I might steal something. Keeping his knees bent somewhat and his balls were hanging out in clear view. I didn’t want to stare at them but there wasn’t much I could do.
His dick dropped down and the head rested on the table. It was as far as ever but no longer hard. The swollen red tissue and all the veins were testimony to what he’d just done. He watched my eyes and the smirk crossed his lips. He’d won. He’d gotten everything he wanted and more than he expected to get, because I had been so adamant about not satisfying his teenage lust.
I didn’t want to let him use me to get off and I couldn’t help myself. He was like the flower and I was the bee. Whatever he wanted he could get from me. I denied it. He knew it, and here we were in the middle of his pool table, more or less.
My hands were still between his legs and I started rubbing his right thigh without being asked. Once again he stared at me like he wanted to kick my ass big time. I no longer wanted to be there with him, but that didn’t stop the back of my hand from being in contact with his cock and balls every time I massaged down, down, back down there. It wasn’t a plan. It was a happening. It just happened.
The spell began to break and I wasn’t sure what to do but touching him wasn’t something I could just stop doing. He drew me in knowing I wouldn’t resist. I wanted to go now. I’d gone further than I knew I would and being there was uncomfortable. Being them with him knowing I’d been the source of his pleasure was uncomfortable.
We watched each other as my hands kept working on his skin.
“Higher,” he said in a low invitation and he reached up to turn off the overhead lamp that lit the table. Rays of light came in through the basement window and we were only partially in the shadows.
I came up on my knees and placed my hands on his stomach, keeping them flat against his flesh, I moved them up over his chest and up onto his shoulders. His head was back flat on the felt and the light made his eyes seem iridescent as my face moved over top of his.
His legs shifted and the front of his shorts were against the front of mine. I gasped when I felt his steel dig into mine. I felt myself struggling to breath to stay in control. He was hard again. He had me hard again.
My eyes were unable to come away from his, but my eyes were in the shadows and a dusty light hung just above his. He blinked and looked up at my face as neither of us moved.
“What do you want?”
“Want?”
“You know what you want. I know what you want.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I answered. “Just because you want it doesn’t mean it’s what I want. I need my clothes back.”
His question was a challenge. His voice had a touch of evil in it. His eyes had changed. The anger had gone without them losing any intensity. They still sparkled in the fragments of light the window emitted. He wasn’t so sure of himself now.
The anger had become curiosity about what we just did, or what I just did to him. What he let me do to him. He had everything under control, until he lost control to me. I’d taken him somewhere he hadn’t expected to go. He hadn’t expected to like it. Liking it changed everything.
I remained over top of him, pressing hard against him only at the one spot. A rush of passion and lust was rising from our connection to each other. As intense as it had just been, it was on the rise again. His chest heaved from his need for more air. Our eyes did not find a cause to retreat, divert.
My hands barely brushed his skin now. It wasn’t a massage. I was feeling his skin, drawing the excitement out of it. My face was slowly drawing closer to his. Once again some force beyond my own reality took over and drove me to think of kissing this strange boy who had invaded my brain. There was no way he’d let me get away with it, but he could see it coming.
As my lips got within a few inches of his the light came on at the bottom of the stairs and just a few feet from us, I heard footsteps on the stairs, which had me pushing myself out of contact with him.
I was still kneeling between his legs. We were in our underwear. I wanted to run screaming from the table.
My heart was in my throat and my hands were on Greg’s crotch. There was no escaping our fate.
“You two almost done? You said I could have the table after four today.”
Greg bridged up on his neck to look upside down at a mirror image that appeared only a little younger and just a little more handsome than he was. The new boy’s soft blue eyes cast a lazy gaze that fell upon us to discover our posture of familiarity. Busted!
“Get lost, squirt. I got the table after school,” Greg growled low in his throat, not seeming to be much disturbed that we’d been caught playing something other than pool.
“You said we could play after four, Greg. You can do that anywhere. We needed the pool table to shoot pool. Take it up to our bedroom. No one will go up there.”
“We’re doing it here right now. Split while you still can. You don’t want me to get up.”
“Looks like it is already up to me,” Doug answered. “Keep an eye on him. He cheats.”
“Doug!” Greg said angrily.
“I’m Doug, but you probably already guessed that,” he said directly to me as I sat on my heels looking at a more perfect version of Greg.
Doug was beyond handsome. Doug was pretty. His features were perfectly aligned on his face. His golden hair had a little more gold in it than Greg’s hair. Doug’s skin was flawless and just a touch more golden than Greg’s skin. Doug wasn’t as tall as or as heavy as Greg, but there was no doubt they’d been cut from the saw section of cloth.
Doug spoke casually as if we’d just met down at the 7-11 store. He looked past Greg as though he wasn’t there. He noticed my irresponsible hands between Greg’s legs. It didn’t seem to surprise him or put him off.
Doug continued down the stairs and moved to the side of the pool table with Greg’s eyes on him.
“I’m Martin,” I said, moving my hand from the front of Greg’s undershirts long enough to shake Doug’s friendly hand.
His warm smile said it all. Well, not quite everything.
“He’s a handful,” Doug explained. “It’s best to ignore him.”
“Doug,” Greg growled.
“Oh, yes, dear brother, may I go get my friend so we can play pool as per our agreement? You aren’t in a position to argue as I see it. You don’t want everyone knowing what Martin and I know about you.”
“Doug,” Greg repeated.
“I’m not like him,” Doug said, only he was exactly like him.
He stepped back a step, looking not at all threatening, but looking at everything in front of him. His eyes found the front of my underwear as he checked out my position on the table between Greg’s legs. I waited, as he seemed almost ready to suggest my next shot.
I would find out later that Doug missed nothing but he knew better than to push his older brother too far. He did however make an art form out of aggravating the hell out of him. There was a careful balance between that and annihilation and I would find that Doug had spent years figuring out just how close to that line he could get and still successfully manage to avoid Greg’s wrath.
Doug backed away to go back upstairs. His deep blue eyes, only a little deeper blue than Greg’s eyes, stayed on us.
Greg watched him carefully. I did the same thing, but my eyes were far less dangerous. Doug would have been my height and weight. What I could see was adorable and if I hadn’t already given my heart to Greg, I’d have thought about giving it to Doug. If Greg had an antithesis, it was Doug, who knew all of Greg’s move.
“Nice meeting you,” he said politely from the bottom of the stairs. “How long will this take, brother of mine? The Flintstones won’t hold their attention long.”
“Not long. He was just paying up. Cool your tool and we’ll be up in five minutes. That fast enough?”
“Where do you find these guys? Doesn’t anyone in this town know how to play pool? A piece of advice, Martin. When you go in the pool, be careful of sharks.”
“Doug!”
“Just leaving. I get home at four most days, Martin. Come on by.”
“Okay, I will,” I said, feeling warm about the invitation.
While he sounded a bit like a wise guy, his broad smile told me it was all in good fun. Greg didn’t think so.
The words spit back and forth too fast for me to keep track of all of them. Keeping track of the two of them was a full time job. They were like two polished standup comics each bidding the other to ‘Take my wife, please.’
Doug had none of the strength or power of Greg while having none of his flaws. Two bulls in the same house would have killed each other, but Doug taunted Greg without pushing it into a fight. He’d no doubt learned his technique over the years.
“He’s going to give me lessons,” I said once there was a lull.
“Yeah, I see. I’ll do some homework until you two are finished. Just be careful not to get hurt, Martin. Pool can be a rough game the way my brother plays it.”
Doug trotted up the stairs and disappeared. I could see the bottom of the door and I watched it for a second to see if there was to be an encore of their lounge act. There wasn’t.
“Don’t mind him. He won’t say anything. He knows better. He tries to beat me too.”
“I feel really strange with him knowing what we’re doing down here. I mean I’ve never done nothing like this before, having an audience isn’t my idea of a smart move.”
“You’re just giving me a massage, that’s all. You lost and I won and he knows the rules. You aren’t the first guy that lives around here to give me a massage.”
“You play with him? You do this with your brother?”
“Why do you think he won’t say anything? You’ve got nothing to worry about. Doug won’t tell on himself.”
“He’s your brother,” I said, as if he might not know.
“He’s my brother. We know each other well.”
Greg’s eyes penetrating me again, making me feel self-conscious. I was pressed between his warm legs and one of my hands was still on the front of his underwear. I would feel him moving in small spasms under my palm.
“What you thought was going to happen before squirt showed up... it wasn’t going to happen. I don’t discourage my competition from thinking big, but some things are even too big for me.”
“What are you talking about? I’ve never done anything like this before so you know a lot more about it than me. All your ideas about what I will do are ideas you dreamed up.”
I was as cool as I could be and I laid it all on him. It was obvious what he was talking about and I knew that we hadn’t been but a few seconds from getting a lip-lock on one another. Greg could deny it all he wanted but I was there.
For the life of me I couldn’t figure out how we came to be there. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, and yet it had happened while we were doing something else. He let it go that far. He was going to let it happen. He was denying it now, but I hadn’t brought it up. It was on his mind.
I can’t explain it and I don’t understand any more about it than that, but I wasn’t letting him off the hook as easily as the other boys let him get away without any responsibility for his participation in the fooling around. I had the distinct impression it had escalated beyond anything he’d done before. Greg was always in control, except when he couldn’t control his own desire for more.
This was the key to getting where I wanted to go. As long as he believed he was controlling me, I could get him to do quite a lot. My first time alone with him had gone far further than I intended to let it go, but it only got there because Greg was driving the action.
Now I needed to get out from in between his legs. Take one more look at his cock that had become perpetually hard, and work on getting an invitation back one day soon.
We stared at one another with nothing left to say. Neither of us wanted to disturb what looked to be over.
I did want to plant a kiss on those luscious lips. I knew better.
Why do commercials sound like they’re written for ten year olds, or by them?