Florida USA
Part 4

As the early morning sun filtered through the curtains of my room, I studied my bro's sleeping face. It was perfect. OK, not totally perfect. But, somehow, even the imperfections were perfect... little things that made my bro who he was... a few small indentations in his skin, a tiny mole just above his top lip, a couple of rebel eyebrow hairs that didn't wanna go with the flow.

It had been a hot night, so the covers were gathered around our lower legs. I ran a finger around the circumference of one of Greg's nipples, and admired its color... like dark chocolate. It sat on the outer lower corner of his muscular square pec. Kissing it seemed such a natural thing to do, and it was just so damn nice to feel my lips pressed against his little brown berry. His arm was raised above his head, revealing the soft, caramel-colored skin of his pit. "How come you don't have underarm hair?" I whispered. The other natural thing to do was to smell his scent. Mmmm. Warm and spicy. My hand automatically found his piss boner, and my fingers traced the sexy outline of his swollen knob, as I continued to fill my lungs with his sexy aroma.

"Hi, Daniel," he mumbled without opening his eyes.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"You wanna blow me?"

"I wanna kiss you all over."

"That'll take forever, dude."

"Suits me."

I watched the corners of Greg's mouth curl up and form a slight smile. "You're crazy, Daniel."

"Does Lindy look at you like this?"

"Like what?"

"Admiring everything about you? Every single thing about you?"

My bro opened his eyes and saw my face hovering just a few inches above his. "How many cuddles did you give me?"

"Millions."

"You didn't sleep?"

"I fell asleep with my head on your chest, and that's how I woke up this morning. Does Lindy smell your pits? They're fucking awesome!"

"She's not as crazy as you are, bro."

"You said you didn't want me to change."

"You gonna blow me or jack me?"

"Aren't you glad to see me?"

"Sure I am... and so's my dick. Check it out, bro. It's got a smile on its face."

I began by kissing and sucking Greg's fleshy chocolate-brown nipples. Slowly and teasingly, I worked my way down his firm bronze chest, then to his abs which reminded me of hot cross buns, and eventually arrived at his stomach-hugging throbber. Yum! I lifted his boner and put my lips to its shiny cockhead where a pearl of pre-cum was oozing outa his pisshole. "Mmmm! You taste so damn good, Greg. Totally fucking delicious!"

"Lots more where that came from, dude."

I knew Greg was hanging big time for a BJ but I couldn't resist nuzzling his hangers and drinking in the warm intoxicating aroma of his crotch. Next stop was his ass. "You wanna lift your butt?"

I was expecting Greg to gimme a huge lecture about asses not being cute or whatever, but he must've been too sleepy to bother protesting. Not that his protests would've done him any good. He raised his legs and supported his lower back with his hands so that his rosebud was accessible. Straight away, I scrambed down there, arranged myself between his athletic brown legs, and sent my tongue into his tasty ass crack. Heaven!

"I know what you're thinking, Daniel, and the answer's no. Lindy doesn't tongue my rosebud."

I could've answered him, but I didn't. I was too intent on getting my tongue inside him and enjoying his wicked smell to be bothered about the whys and wherefores of ass licking. And as my tongue probed his inner sanctum, I began to stroke my boner.

When I felt myself getting pretty close to offloading, I stopped, then asked my bro to change positions. I laid on my back and rested my head against the bedhead while he straddled my chest and pointed his pulsating meat directly at my face. Woohoo! What a horny sight!

I took hold of Greg's hands and placed them on either side of my head, then watched his rock-hard meat approach my open mouth like some space craft docking with the mother ship. "Drown me in the damn stuff," I said just before his big knob slid between my moist lips, then made its way to the back of my throat.

Once my bro got into a fucking rhythm, it was like nothing else mattered to him. All he wanted to do was get his rocks off, and that was fine with me... even if it did mean my tonsils had become a punching bag.

As he pounded my face, I used one hand to jack off, and the other to play with his nads. I had to stop jacking every once in a while 'cause I wanted us to cum together. It was much better that way... both of us simultaneously feeling the intensity of the thrills that accompanied our exploding cocks.

The first of his thick, juicy wads kinda caught me by surprise. I'd hardly had time to swallow the damn thing before the next missile hit the back of my throat. At the same time, my boner was spitting jizz like it was going outa style... I could feel its warmth hitting my stomach and chest.

After Greg's throbber had fired its final salvo, I grabbed his firm buns and held his crotch to my face. I wanted to taste him for just a minute or two longer.

"I wonder how many guys have got a bro like you," he sighed as he ran his fingers through my blonde locks. "Jeez! What a way to wake up! It doesn't come any better than this, Daniel." Then he looked down the length of his bod as I raised my eyes to his. "It's totally awesome to see my cock buried in your face, bro. If I wasn't sure you liked it, I'd be having a major case of the guilts. I mean, it kinda looks like I'm using you... taking advantage. Know what I mean?"

I kept his slowly deflating meat in my mouth as I shook my head.

"You don't know what I mean?"

I nodded.

"Oh, so you do know, huh? OK. So am I using you or not?"

I shook my head, then nodded, somehow forming a smile despite having my lips wrapped around his thick shaft. Sure he was using me... but I wanted to be used. I was hoping he would understand that.

"I don't think I'll ever really understand you, Daniel," he grinned. "But maybe I don't have to. Anyway, bro, I've gotta shower. Alone!" He studied the look of disappointment in my brown eyes for a second, then added, "My dad and your mom are home, man, and I don't feel like explaining why we're showing together. OK?"

I nodded.

Just after breakfast, I heard the phone ring. "Daniel?" mom called. "It's for you... it's Paul."

"I'm kinda busy, mom. Tell him I'll call back later."

It was about 11am when Paul stripped, then dove into the blue sparkling pool to join me. "You call this busy?" he asked as he flicked the excess water from his black hair. "Why didn't you return my call?"

"How did it go with Cindy?"

"It went OK. My folks like her. So why didn't you return my call?"

"I was gonna call you later," I pouted before diving below the surface, then resurfacing at the other end of the pool.

"What's the matter with you?" was Paul's question once he'd joined me at the steps.

"Ha! What's the matter with me? Get real, Paul. It's the other way around, dude."

"Like how? You mean Cindy?"

"What the fuck are you doing with a girlfriend all of a sudden?"

"Lots of guys have girlfriends."

"You're not lots of guys, Paul. You're Paul."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Go figure. Anyway, I've got things to do. I'll catch you later. OK?"

"There are things you don't understand, Daniel. I came around here 'cause I wanted to explain some stuff."

"There's nothing to explain, dude."

"Listen up," he insisted as he caught up with me once again. "Things at home haven't be so great lately. My dad's been saying stuff about you and me... like how I always hang with you, and like I'm always talking about you."

"So? There's something wrong with having a best bud?"

"It's more than that. He thinks I've got some kinda crush on you. He thinks... well, he hasn't said so exactly, but I figure he thinks I'm gay. Or maybe he's worried that I might be headed in that direction."

"So Cindy pops up outa the fucking blue with a big pair of knockers and that makes everything OK?"

"She's a cool chick, Daniel, and she thinks I'm cool, too."

"You and everybody else with a dick."

"OK, so she's popular. That makes her even cooler."

"Congratulations, bud. Have good life."

"Daniel! Stop swimming away from me for fuck sake! I don't understand this jealousy thing! I ask a girl home to meet the folks and you're going totally weird! What's the biggie? Nothing's changed."

"Oh?"

The expression on Paul's face suddenly shifted from aggro to docile. "I haven't had sex with her if that's what you're thinking."

"Would you?"

"I'm not sure. I'm a teen, Daniel. How can I be sure about anything? It's just that I don't want my folks thinking I'm gay... that's all. At least, not yet. I'm not ready for that kinda drama. And you can't talk 'cause you're the same. You've invited Lindy here for dinner and your mom thinks she's great. So what's the diff?"

"The diff is that I didn't make out like Lindy was my girl... that's the fucking diff. Anyway, Lindy and Greg have a thing happening. I don't have a girl."

"Do Nancy and Andy ever wonder about you?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I dunno. They've never said anything. Well, mom has, but she didn't say much. I guess they think I'm pretty normal."

"That's 'cause you're masculine. It's different with me. It's my fault, I guess. I'm always Daniel this and Daniel that and Daniel whatever fucking else. My dad's sick to death of hearing about you."

"You really talk about me that much? What kinda things do you say?"

"Y'know... how rad you are and what a great bud you are. That kinda stuff. And... maybe a bit more."

"Like?"

"I dunno... I guess I've kinda said how good looking you are and stuff about your muscles and shit like that."

"Jeez! No wonder your dad's freaking."

"So when Cindy came onto me..."

"She came onto you?"

"Yeah... y'know... telling me how cute I was and all, and how she'd always admired me. Shit like that. So I figured if I invited her home to meet my folks, my dad would stop giving me weird looks everytime I talk about you."

"You're living a lie, Paul."

"And you're not?"

"I'm not pretending to have a girl."

"You don't have a dad, Daniel. At least not like mine. Andy's your step father, and he's pretty cool."

"Does Cindy know about me? I mean, like you and me?"

"She thinks you rule, big time. But she says you've always got your fucking nose in the air like you're unapproachable or whatever. She's always asking about you... what you're really like and stuff."

"And?"

"I told her you were the most awesome dude on the planet."

"Playing it down, huh? Being discreet."

"It's not a fucking joke, Daniel! It's hard being your friend. You make me wanna tell the whole fucking world about how totally cool you are. It's like I can't stop boasting about you... that we're best buds and everything. At least, I thought we were best buds. Guess I fucked up, huh?"

"Maybe not. Maybe we can work this whole thing out. I spoke to Lindy about you and Cindy, and she said Cindy was just using you to get to me. Does that bother you?"

"Not really now that you mention it. Guess I should've figured that out for myself. But I don't want you and Cindy together. It'd be like you were deserting me."

"How do you think I felt, bro?"

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