I come from the kitchen with my mug of tea heading back to my office when the front door opens and Senin walks in looking pale. I sit my mug down on the side table and walk over to him, “Senin what’s wrong?” I touch his forehead, he’s not running a fever but he’s definitely not feeling well.

“I think it’s the curry I ate in world history,” he mumbles. His messenger bag slides from his shoulder and I catch the strap and place it on a hook.

“It could have been all the spices. Jambalaya’s about as spicy as I can get with you and even then I don’t add a lot,” I say, “Do you think you can make it upstairs?” he nods then slowly makes his way to the stairs. I go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water and an apple from the counter. I hear quick footsteps as I make my way out of the kitchen. Senin really never was one to take to a lot of spices poor thing; poor, gorgeous thing. I shake my head in a feeble attempt to not think about anything other than Senin loosing his lunch and the post regurgitation yuckiness. I hear a weak moan as I approach his bedroom. Even after Jason and my now ex-wife moved out Senin still shares a room with Marcus. I’m glad that Senin was able to get back to normal and find someone, or in his case some ones to love. Thankfully it’s lessened my desire to want him beneath me and the dreams of that day have tapered off.

I walk into their room and hear Senin throwing up in the bathroom. I sit the apple on the dresser and go in to find him kneeling over the toilet, one hand holding his hair back, the other gripping the bowl. I open the water and sit it at corner of the counter then thread my hand into his silky hair and hold it back for him. I fight off a shiver as my fingers pass over his. I remember them all too well those fingers touching my body. A few minutes and three more times emptying his stomach, Senin finally sits back on his heels. I reach out and grab the towel on the rack above the toilet and had it to him as I kneel beside him. I reluctantly release his locks and start moving my hand in circular motions on his back. He drops the towel beside the toilet and I move to reach for the water and hand it to him. I go back to rubbing his back as he cleans out his mouth then drinks the rest. Senin leans into me and by reflex I wrap my arm around him. He moans softly and I place a kiss on his head.

“Feel a little better now?” I ask. He nods and rests his forehead in the crook of my neck and shoulder. I shift to sit with my back against the shower door and move Senin to sit between my legs, his back against my chest, legs bent, hands lying flat against his thighs like he did as a child when he wanted me to read to him. I have to smile at those memories, “I hope you aren’t expecting a story.”

Senin chuckles then plays with the hem of his shorts, “I’d always come sit in your lap when I wanted you to read to me. I remember Lin would lean against you and turn the pages as you read.”

I sigh and wrap my arms around him without thinking. Things were indeed a lot simpler then. Neither of them were the striking creatures they are now. I really did wish that Rebecca didn’t go off to find Jason’s dad. I wish she didn’t flaunt him at her work so people would have known that I was her husband and not that jerk. But it’s more my fault that I came home and started drinking on the day Senin had practice. I had hoped that it went away after I had him but sadly no. I really wish she didn’t show me those shots of Kalin and Demetrius that day. It spiked my desire again to want a midnight-haired gray-eyed teenager beneath me. If it weren’t for Chase and Marcus being in the shower later on with the possibility of them coming out at any minute I would have wrapped my lips around that succulent piece of flesh with pleasure. It was criminal to open the door and seeing him lying on the bed like that, legs open and ready to have the space between occupied. Had I been upstairs when he went to take a shower in his own room I would have swallowed him. These kids could be the death of my sanity.

“I still have dreams about it,” Senin says quietly, his hand sliding down his thighs revealing more skin to my eyes. I move my hands but he’s quick to grab them and place them dangerously close to his length. It doesn’t help that the material of his shorts is thin as he looks like he came home during PE.

“Sen, let go of my hands,” I say quietly. He shakes his head and squeezes my hands. I see his erection forming under the material of his shorts and pull my hands free. Senin braces his feet against the doors of the counter keeping me trapped between him and the shower, “Senin stop, please,” he pulls his shorts and boxers down, lifting his hips the mere fraction needed to get them over his creamy cheeks and up his thighs. He bunches the material on his shins and widens his legs enough to reach down and take hold of his scrotum. His penis thickens and it has me fighting to control my breathing. His free hand wraps around his shaft and strokes slowly. Why does he want to torture me like this? His moan has me closing my eyes. I curl my hands into fists and press my head back against the shower door, “Senin, stop this please.”

“You’ve dreamt about it too, haven’t you,” he says, “Sliding your hands under my clothes, gripping my skin, pressing me against your body,” I swallow and squeeze my eyes tighter, “stroking me, tasting me,” I feel myself stirring, “filling me.”

“Senin you’ve got two boyfriends that can be here at the drop of a hat. They can handle this for you.”

“Marcus won’t be home until late tonight and Chase isn’t done with classes until seven. I need it now.”

“I don’t need to be here for this.”

“You’ve said it yourself Tom, I don’t like getting myself off when someone can do it for me,” I feel his hand take mine, “Get me off Tom. You know you want to touch me.”

“Senin…”

“Stop denying it, you want to stroke me so go ahead.”

“Senin…”

“Take my cock in your hand and stroke me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No Senin.”

“Why not? It’s not like you’ve had any since you finally tossed your ex. I know you’re tired of feelin’ your own cock in your hand wishing it was someone else’s.”

I open my eyes, “What?”

“I saw you gettin’ yourself off last night in your office. I knew there was going to be spicy food served in world history. It was the perfect opportunity to come home early.”

“Senin…”

“You looked so hot stroking that huge cock of yours,” I look at the mirror above the sink and feel that Senin is stroking himself faster, “I had to go back upstairs and get Chase to suck me off I was so hard. What I really wanted to do was come in there and plant myself in your lap and go for a ride.”

“Senin…”

“You know you want to Tom and you know I need to get off, so do it.”

I swallow again, “…All you have to do is tell them it’s an emergency and they’ll drop whatever they’re doing Sen.”

He moans louder, “But…mmmm….you’re right….ah….here…”

Images of our last encounter pop into my head, awakening my body even further. The thought of feeling his skin against mine, tasting him, making him moan and writhe starts to overwhelm me. I swallow again and notice that I’m trembling, fighting the urge to take him, “Senin, please stop,” I whisper in desperation. He presses into me. I…can’t…fight this.

“…Tom,” he says breathlessly. I look down over his shoulder at his swollen length in his hand a fraction of a second before removing his hand and replacing it with mine. Senin bucks easily into my grip, his cry music to my ears. He slips his shorts from his legs and spreads them over mine, “Un….Tom…in…inside me…please…”

I stop stroking and squeeze firmly at the base of his shaft, “Get ready,” I whisper into his ear. I let him go and he scrambles to his knees, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. He puts a healthy amount on his fingers then starts to prep himself. I gingerly take my own hardness out of my jeans as I watch slim fingers disappear into the depths that I will soon be entering. I stand up and bring him up as well, I want him bent over. Senin leans over the counter and spreads his legs, his fingers stretching his entrance for me, the reflection of his face in the mirror making my blood run faster. I take the lube and put a generous amount in my hand to coat my shaft, the need to be sheathed within his tight passage almost unbearable. I place my head at his entrance, his knuckles brushing against me as I let him know that I’m ready to give him what he wants. He removes his fingers and strokes my head a few times before I push into him. The look on his face makes me want to pummel him right now and I groan. He pushes back into me and I still his movements by slapping his creamy cheeks. He wants me to take him I will, at my pace. I take my time entering him, savoring the feel of him once again. This will more than likely be my last time doing this so I need to enjoy this as much as possible.

Once I’m completely inside him I lean over his back, “You’re gonna cum hard for me every time until I’m finished with you understand?” I say into his ear. He moans and clenches around me as I pull out slowly. I take hold of his throbbing length and stroke hard making him cry out as I slam into him. He grips the ends of the counter and bows his back, the look on his face absolutely blissful. I repeat these actions until I feel like thrusting into him steady, our moans and our flesh connecting are the only things I hear. Senin stills beneath me and I feel his length pulse in my hand, his seed splattering onto the cabinet, his passage tighter around me. He takes heavy breaths as I continue to thrust into him, his head bowed down over the sink, body shaking from my thrusts. I release his length and take him at the hips, my first orgasm rapidly approaching. Senin may come to regret wanting me to take him; our last time was only a quickie in my books. I release myself inside Senin with a weighty groan, the feeling of his entrance throbbing around me making the sensation even greater. I rest my forehead in the center of his back and take a few breaths. I reach beneath and take hold of him again, bringing him to life in no time then start thrusting again. Senin puts his weight on his forearms and moans loudly. I lift up to look at him in the mirror. I reach out and pull his hair from his face then lean forward keeping my hand in his hair. I place kisses on his shoulder as I feel him twitch in my hand. Senin has such a wonderful size on him. I can see why Mick and Patrick loved having him over. I thrust harder into him and stroke him in time with my movements and Senin comes over again, his voice strained but pleasured nonetheless. He bows his head again and I brush his hair to the side and kiss the back of his neck. I stand upright as I grip his hips again moments before I give him more of me. Senin moans as I fill him more. I hope he doesn’t think we’re done just after two times. Once I’ve stopped I pull out halfway then push back in feeling my seed push out around my shaft. I lean over and stroke his hair, “I’m going to pull out of you Senin,” I say, “You are going to gather your clothes and come to my room and keep as much of my seed inside of you as you do this, understand?” He moans and I pull out of him and leave the bathroom. I get into the hall and hear Senin coming behind me. I open the door to my room and let Senin walk in front of me, my eyes roaming over his now completely nude form. His steps are slightly wobbly as he tries to keep my essence from spilling out. He turns back to look at me and I point up to my bed. Senin goes up the stairs carefully, the sight of his lightly reddened cheeks and thighs making my own need throb.

We get to the top of the stairs and I take him by the hips and plunge into him. His clothes fall to the floor as he gasps. I thrust into him a few times then withdraw from him completely. He moans in disappointment, “Go bend over,” I say and point to the railing at the foot of the bed. He walks over and complies to my wishes, the railing being the perfect height to have him over. I sit on the edge of the bed and take in the sight of him like this, “Stroke yourself Senin,” I tell him. He obeys and the sounds of his moans quickly fill the room. These sights and sounds are enough to compel me to get up and drive myself into his tunnel once again. My thrusts are anything but gentle as I grip the rounded top of the railing on either side of Senin and pound into him, his tightness fanning the flames on my lust. I replace his hand and soon after Senin is calling my name and his seed is decorating the wood paneling. I continue driving into him until I release even more of my seed into his channel. I rest for only a moment, my lust the driving force behind wanting to plunder this tempting body until it’s had its fill. I bring him over quickly as his body has become sensitive to my touch and youths have proven to be easy to climax once you’ve found their spots. I fill him again then pull out of him and watch as my seed flows down his leg. I strip off the rest of my clothing and sit down on my bed. A few minutes later Senin gathers enough energy to stand upright and turn around. His beautiful lips part as he takes in the sight before him.

“Come here Senin,” I say to him. He comes to stand between my legs and I take hold of his hips. I lean forward and kiss his flesh gently working my way down. His hands come to my shoulders as I kiss around his navel. I take hold of his length and blow on it making him shiver. I look up and meet his lust-laden eyes, “Do you want me to suck on you Senin?” he swallows and nods quickly not trusting his voice. I smile at him briefly before swallowing that delicious jut of flesh. I hear him moan and feel his fingers thread into my hair as I swallow around his thick head. My thoughts are of nothing but taking pleasure in Senin’s cock. I want his essence to wash over my tongue and pour down my throat as his body trembles with yet another release. I want my lust for him to be sated after all is said and done. I bob on him for endless minutes until I feel him trembling then I keep only that thick swelling head in my mouth and tongue his slit until he cries out my name and his saltiness explodes into my mouth. I drink him dry and bring him to life again simply because I want more.

“T-T-Tom…I-I-I need t-t-to…” Senin gasps out. I take him from my mouth and look at him. His legs are definitely wobbly and if he came again at this moment he’d likely faint. I guide him onto the bed then spread his legs and go back to making him writhe under my tongue. He grips my hair painfully as he climaxes yet again and I greedily take his seed. When he stops I finally release his length and move to hook his legs over my arms, my own length painful right now and needing the relief of his well lubed sheath. I push into him and he moans weakly. It’s his own fault for wanting me to take him. We’ve been at this for close to three and a half hours now and Kalin will be home in an hour or so if she’s not engaging in delicious acts with Demetrius. Despite his tiredness, Senin comes to life again and I watch as he stroked himself to completion one last time before driving in to him hard and filling him once again. I release his legs and brace myself above him as I catch my breath. I look down over his cream splashed body and I have to lick him clean. I pull out of him then lean down and lick his essence from his body, his length twitching as I come near. I take him in my mouth and bring him over before coming to rest beside him. I close my eyes as I feel him shift beside me. I want to hate myself for what I just did, but I knew that it was inevitable no matter how many times I kept telling myself that it will never happen again.

 

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“Are you mad at him? My bro, I mean,” I ask Chase as he walks into his room. Demetrius had to help his mom at her shop so we couldn’t have naked time like we planned so I came home and saw Chase pulling into the drive. I knew that Sen came home early since he and Demetrius have PE together. We walk in and as we come up the stairs we hear that all too familiar sound of sex. Tom left his door open. He must have been too preoccupied with Sen to think about closin’ it. It’s not like we didn’t know Tom has a thing for Senin. I knew that when Sen came back from Mick’s house that one time two years ago. I could tell there was sex involved, and so could Tom. I swear I saw the green-eyed monster come up in Tom, that’s how I knew he wanted Sen. I could tell the first time Chase met us that Chase would end up with my bro. I didn’t peg Marcus until the day he came home after we moved in. When I laid eyes on him I knew Sen would be drooling over him. That proved more than true when Sen snuck in later that night. I heard the sound of something hitting the floor and then muffled gasps. My bro is one horny boy, not that I blame him. I mean he’s surrounded by all of this sexy meat, how could he not be?

I lean against the doorframe as Chase puts his bag in his chair then looks back at me, “I want to say yes, but…”

“But you can’t be,” I finish. Chase nods.

“If I didn’t already know that Tom desired him, I probably would be. To tell you the truth, I’m surprised that this is the only the second time they’ve had sex,” I raise a brow at this, “Marcus told me about the first time.”

“Oh,” I say, “…Are you gonna hold it against him?”

Chase shakes his head and comes back over to me, “Promise not to tell anyone? Even Senin?” he whispers. I look down the hall at the door then back to Chase and nod. He blushes, “I…like hearing Senin having sex,” by reflex my eyes take a quick look down south. Yes you do Chase Marksin.

“What’s so bad about that?” I ask, “Marcus is the same way.”

“Remember when I went looking for Senin that day after practice but didn’t find him?” I nod, “I did find him. He was in the equipment barn getting a blowjob from Nikita.”

I think back to that day and remember that Chase came back to the car with his hands in his pockets and I smile, “Perv,” Chase blushes harder.

Chase shrugs, “What can I say? I like the way he sounds. I thought that I’d only want to hear him like that with me or Marcus, but it’s pretty much apparent that it doesn’t matter.”

“So you’re not mad at Tom either?”

He looks around then back at me, “…Promise you won’t tell again?”

I look at him, “…You wish you were up there watching them.”

“…Yeah,” he looks down, “but I can’t…I mean that wouldn’t be fair to Marcus. That’s his dad for cryin’ out loud and…”

“You want a look at that cock too, huh?” Chase looks back up at me, his face redder than a tomato, “I’m sure Sen’ll tell you if you ask him nice…after a blow that is,” I say smiling. Chase’s eyes get wide and I laugh, “If he does let me know, k? I doubt Tom will tell me himself unless he’s three sheets to the wind. Hell, he may even whip it out then,” I say and Chase’s jaw drops.

“Have you two always been this open about stuff like this?”

“Yup.”

“Man, my mom would have flipped if you said something like that around her.”

“I thought she was gonna shit bricks that time I said I get myself off at the dinner table when Jason was raggin’ on Sen about the night before.”

Chase laughs, “I can’t believe you said that either,” he shakes his head then looks at me, “How come you’re not with Demetrius?”

“He had to help his mom today,” I pout, “And I was lookin’ forward to naked time too.”

“…Yeah I’ll pass on wanting to know about that.”

“Spare me Chase,” I say, “You’d rub your naked body all over his if you had the chance,” Chase turns red again and shoves his hands in his pockets and I laugh, “You know my boyfriend’s hot Chase, admit it, you saw the pics, you know he’s packin’.”

I watch as Chase turns and heads for his desk, “Uh, can you excuse me for a bit Kalin? I…kinda remembered somethin’ I need to finish.”

“Sure Chase I’ll let you rub one out right quick,” I say grabbing the door knob, “Go easy on him, k? Senin I mean. You can do what you want to your cock.”