Part 4 - Exploring the New World

I found myself nodding in agreement. It made sense, and this guy knew how to explain it. Most of all, it gave me the out I needed. I could have fun, do what felt good, and it didn't mean shit unless I wanted it to. He looked at me, smiling crookedly. "That the answer you needed?"

I nodded and turned my attention back to the TV. Brian clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back again. After a moment, he asked, "So you in or not?"

I thought a moment. Well, why not? Maybe I'll learn something. Anyway, couldn't hurt, could it? Still, the answer came out as little more than a whisper. "Yeah, I'm in."

"Good. Where do you two want to go to do this?" Brian asked, leaning forward.

"Let's use my room," said Mitch. "master bedroom's too risky."

Brian laughed. "That's right, you two have parental units to dodge." He stood. "Any time constraints?"

"Nope," came Mitch's reply as he followed suit. "They're out of town."

"Good." Brian grinned. "We can take our time then. Show you what it's all about."

I flipped off the TV and stood. Suddenly, a ringing tone came from Mitchell's direction. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open. "Good, it's Maggie," he said as he pressed the button and put the phone to his ear. "Hi, baby. How'd the operation go?"

"His girlfriend's brother had a transplant Friday," I explained to Brian's as he shot me a questioning look.

"That's great," said Mitchell as we all moved toward the stairs. "I'm glad it all turned out alright." Brian slung his pack over his shoulder as we climbed to the upper lever, Mitch making small talk over the phone. We swung into Mitch's room and took seats. He kept his room almost immaculate, bed neatly made, computer in the corner flashing its screen saver, closet doors closed. The only things out of place were the swimming goggles on the dresser and the towel draped over the back of the reading chair.

"Alright, babe. See you tomorrow." Mitch kissed into the phone as he hung up, placing the phone on the dresser next to the goggles. He gave me that boyish grin. "She says she wants to make up for Friday. She's coming by tomorrow evening." He stepped closer to me and punched me in the chest. As my shoulder, resting against the chair, had nowhere to go, the blow resounded with a dull thud and the spot began to ache. "At least one of us is getting pussy," he said as I winced and absently rubbed my pectoral.

Brian had reclined on the bed. He looked over at me and grinned sarcastically. "Awww, is our little meathead jock going through a rough patch?"

I stood and stepped towards my stepbrother. "At least I take longer than two minutes to cum." And I let my fist fly as hard as I could, stepping into the punch, slamming my fist into his chest."

Brian guffawed as Mitch yelped in pain. "That's a good thing to know Mitch. I'll be careful."

Mitch squared off with me, rubbing his shoulder, grinning boyishly. "Fucking bastard, that hurt!"

"So what you gonna do about it?"

In response, Mitchell lunged at me, pushing me hard into the bed and climbed on top of me. Cat-quick, Brian glided off the bed and out of our way. I reacted out of instinct, and Mitchell knew he was finished, understanding that he couldn't swim his way out of this one. In seconds, I had him pinned and tied up so he couldn't move. Laughing, he yelped, "All right, Trev, I give, I give."

I let up on him and our eyes locked. As one, the smiles on our faces faded away, and we recognized the glint of lust in one another's eyes. Hesitating only a moment, I bent my head down and we kissed each other lightly, my hand gently rubbing over his chest.

Pulling away, I remembered Brian. As I turned to look at him, he was calmly watching us, that same sarcastic, crooked smile on his face. "You two ready to quit playing around and start some real sex?"

Mitch and I glanced at each other. "Yeah, I guess so," he said, raising himself to his elbows.

"Good." Brian turned and opened up his backpack. "I brought a few tools of the trade," he said as he started removing items and setting them on the dresser. A box of condoms, a tube of something I didn't recognize, and two black dildos. Then, as he pulled out a huge dildo, a foot long, three inches in diameter, I gasped. He looked at me, smiling. "Don't worry. It's not for you."

"Shit, Brian, I don't think we were expecting that kind of shit," I exclaimed.

Setting his backpack on the floor, he turned to me. "You need toys if you're gonna have playtime. Stand up." We did, and he faced us. "Just relax," he said. "We're just going to have fun. If you really don't like something, just speak up. Not much point if you aren't enjoying yourself." He grinned at us. "You kids ready to get started?" We nodded, grinning back. "Good," he said. "Take my clothes off, and we'll go from there."

Haltingly, we slowly obeyed, our hands brushing at his skin as we moved. First, we pulled his long-sleeved shirt off, revealing the sleeveless white undershirt he wore and the corded, lean, heavily muscled from that the looseness of his shirt had obscured. "Holy fuck," I breathed, stepping back. "You're fucking ripped!"

"Fifteen years of martial arts training does that to you," he said simply. Well, that made sense, I thought. His poise, his absolute confidence, the measured intelligence behind his eyes, all were instruments sharpened by years of physical training and skill mastery.

I dug back into him now with more relish, finding myself turned on by him, both his body and his mind, by the fact that this man could turn me to jelly if we ever came to blows. My increased interest sparked Mitchell's passion, and we kissed and licked at his body and at each other as we undressed him.

Soon, Brian stood completely nude in front of us, one of us licking and sucking on each side of his chest, our hands exploring his incredible body.

And incredible was accurate. It was absolutely unbelievable. While the long black hair and dark clothing had given his face an ashen appearance before, the line at his waist revealed a surprisingly complete and healthy-looking tan. His nipples stood as small red sentries in the middle of a perfectly smooth, deeply divided chest. His abs rippled and creased with every movement, the separate muscles sliding underneath the taut skin, a treasure trail of silky dark hair starting at his naval and running into his thick pubes. His penis hung limply over loosely hanging balls between thighs that were defined and bulging. His lanky frame made his ass seem a little flat, but the power of the musculature there was unmistakable.

Finally, he nudged our heads away and turned toward Mitchell. "Your turn," he said, and together Brian and I gave him the same treatment, slowly, worshipfully stripping, stroking, and slobbering over his perfect Adonis-like body.

Finally, these two naked studs turned on me. Soon enough, I found myself nude, Mitchell nibbling on my ear and neck and shoulder, Brian kneeling with his face buried between my legs, nibbling and licking my inner thighs. I was surprised at how hot that made me, and my erect cock soon swung in the air over his head.

At length, Brian stood. Looking me in the eye, he said, "Suck my cock, Trevor. Show me what you can do." Obeying, I dropped to my knees and looked at his slightly hard dick. I grabbed it between my fingers and put it in my mouth, squeezing it with my lips, sucking the still-soft head like a jawbreaker, savoring the feel of it in my mouth.

"That's good..." he sighed. "Play with my balls some." As I moved to comply, Mitch moved to my side. I glanced up as I saw them kiss each other, swiping across each others' tongues, open mouths interlocking.

Soon, Brian's cock was fully erect. It was fairly large, about seven inches long like Mitch's, but somewhat thicker like mine. I filled my mouth with it again and again, sliding my head back and forth.