Oh Brother!: Part 2 (Gay)

After my encounter with “Natasha”, who was in fact my roommate’s brother Beau, I was left reeling.  A dude had given me a beej!  Not just a beej, the best fucking beej ever.  I didn’t know what to think, how to feel, or what to do about it.  The rest of that day, all through a restless night, and right through the next I struggle with the situation.

My buddy Jon was no help.  When I confided in him, under a strict promise not to tell anybody, he simply shrugged.  “You said he was hot.  You got head.  I don’t see the issue here.”

“But…he was a…he.”

“I dunno.  I guess you’re gay now or whatever.  Hey, you up for some Apex tonight?”

What an idiot.

As for Cassie I simply avoid her.  I didn’t know how much she knew and I didn’t know what she’d say.  I was having a hard enough time without adding that to mix.  It’s not like I felt bad or dirty, simply confused.  Two opposite unshakable truths clashed inside my mind.  I knew that I was straight.  I knew that Beau was the most attractive person I’d ever met, I didn’t even mind his snide comments.  I had no clue how make sense of those two facts.  I was still wrestling with things when I get home from work that evening.

I walk through the door and kick off my shoes.  I could hear Cassie was home so I am planning to head straight for the washroom and then to my bedroom when she calls out to me.

“Ethan.”  She says.  “Can you come here a sec?”

I let out a sigh.  “Yeah, sure.”

Turning the corner from the entryway into the kitchen I freeze in my tracks as standing at the dining room table was Cassie…and her brother Beau.  The moment his eyes meet mine a coy little grin spreads across his face, which his sister misses since she was looking down at a paper on the table.

Beau…he…looked even better than the first time.  Simply breathtaking.  He wore a slim fitting pale pink collared shirt and tight white jeans which showed off the bulge that his satchel had covered the first time I saw him.  His feathery blond hair is back in a ponytail and he had done something with his face, maybe just a tiny touch of makeup?  I didn’t know, I only knew he looked good.  Even now I couldn’t believe that he wasn’t a she.  Although…now that I was REALLY looking hard…there were some telltale signs.  The lack of breasts, obviously, but also the shape of his frame and the contours of his lithe musculature.  Subtle, so very subtle, but there to see for an observant onlooker.  He may not be a chick but he was still a perfect ten.  The best looking dude I had ever seen by a million miles.

He catches me check him out and his grin grows just a bit more.  Instantly my cheeks warm with a heavy blush.

“You two have met?”  Cassie says, motioning to her brother.

“Uhhhh…”

“Not really.”  Beau interrupts me in that soft and lovely voice of his.  “Ethan couldn’t even look away from his game to say hi.”

That’s interesting.  Beau never told his sister what happened.

“I don’t blame him.  I warned him you’re an asshole.”

“Bitch.”

The pair laugh.  “Well.  Beau, Ethan.  Ethan, Beau.  There, now you’ve met.”  Cassie says.

Beau holds his slender hand out as his sky blue eyes drill straight into mine.  “Nice to meet you Ethan.”

“Yeah, you too.”  Hesitantly I step forward and accept his handshake.  The grip is firm though the skin of his palm so very soft.

Cassie then she notices my red face.  “Ethan?  Are you okay?”

“Oh…uh…I ran here.  That’s all.”

“Your work is like two blocks away.”  She says.

“You’re out of shape dude.”  Beau teases, trying to hide his smile.  “Gotta work on that stamina.”

My blush only deepens.

“Anyway.”  Cassie says.  “The internet guy was here.  He said something about having to run new lines or some shit.  You won’t get the better speed for at least a week.”  She passes me the pamphlet and card the installer had left for me.  “He said you can call him if you had any questions.”

“Sure.”  I take them from her, look at them without really reading them, then set them on the counter beside me.  Beau’s presence had me turned upside down.  I didn’t know whether to run or stay or what.

“Oh!  Did you check the mail?”  Cassie asks.

“Mail?  Oh, no I didn’t.”  Seeing a way to escape I start to say.  “I can go…”

Cassie scoops up her keys and hurries past me.  “I got it.”

A second later the door slams behind her leaving me alone with…him.

Slowly I look up to meet his gaze.  His blue eyes twinkle with impish delight and his pink lips hold back a smile.  He was loving seeing me squirm like this.

“You didn’t tell her.”  I say.

“Of course not.”  He answers.  “I never meant to humiliate you.”

“You didn’t?”

“Nah.  Not like that.”  He steps closer.  “I know what I look like.  I understand where the misunderstanding came from.  It was fucked up but…a cute innocent straight boy thinking I’m a girl?  I just couldn’t help myself.”  He laughs.  “I never expected you’d go along with it so easily but…things got out of hand.”  He pats my arm.  “I swear I won’t say a word dude, you’re good.”

“Well…good.”  Of everything he’d just said one thing sticks out from the rest.  He thinks I’m cute?

“You’re not angry?”

“Nah.”  I shake my head.  “Just embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.  You thought I was a girl.  Your straight card is still valid.”  He squares his shoulders and takes a breath.  “I’m sorry Ethan.”  I got the distinct sense those were words he didn’t often say.

“Alright.”  I nod.  “Apology accepted.”

“We’re cool?  Serious?”

“We’re cool.”

He smiles.  “Awesome.”

And that was that.  Easy peasy.  The secret was safe and an apology given and accepted.  It could disappear into the past never to be thought about again.  Great!  Why then did I still feel funny?

“Welp.”  He lingers a moment then says.  “This is awkward.  I should get going.”  

As he turns for his satchel I find myself speaking with no clue what I was about to say.   “Beau.”

He stops and looks back at me.  “Yeah?”

“Uh.”  The room falls quiet as my mind goes blank.  Five, ten, fifteen seconds pass.

He gives me a funny look then shakes his head.  “Right.”  He reaches for his bag again.

“Beau…I…”

He stops again and looks at me, this time a glimmer of curiosity in his pretty eyes.  “Yes Ethan?”

“I…”  The room goes silent except for the ticking clock on the wall.  “I…d-don’t know.”  I stammer at last.  “Nothing.”

He gives me a long look before saying.  “Nothing?”

I nod.

“You sure?”

I nod again.  We stand facing each other for another awkward minute.  Fuck…he sure is pretty.

One more time we go through the process.  Just as he turns away from me I blurt out.  “Beau!”

He giggles and shakes his head and turns back to me.  “Say what you want you want to say Ethan.”  He crosses his arms and gets that impish look about him I saw the day before.  “You won’t know until you ask.”

“Beau…I-I was wondering…”

Just then Cassie barges back into the apartment.  “Damn it!  That check didn’t come yet.”

A flash of annoyance flares in Beau’s eyes at his sister’s unwelcome reappearance.  He scowls at her.  “Dumb bitch, that’s your own fault.  Who still gets physical checks?”

“I do.”  Comes the reply.  “God damn it, still broke.”  She goes to the fridge and opens it up.  “What the hell do I have left in here for dinner?”

“Good news.”  Beau says to her as he looks back at me with a playful smirk.

“You’re moving to Brazil?”  She asks without missing a beat.

He rolls his eyes.  “No fuck face.  Ethan mentioned something about ordering pizza.”

“No kiddin?”  Cassie says.  “Enough for everyone?”

“Uh…”  I look at Beau.  He looks at me.  “Yeah, sure.”  I say.  “Pizza.”

“Hell yeah!”  Cassie claps her hands.  “I’m down for pizza.” She comes up beside me smiling.  “You sure?  I can pay you back later or whatever.”

“It’s cool.  I got it.”

“I might stick around for a bite.”  Beau shrugs.  “If you don’t mind.

After a few seconds…I smile.  “I don’t mind.”

“Ah!  You are the nicest roomie ever.”  Cassie hugs me from the side.  “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”  She then teases her brother.  “Although…does Beau have to stay?  More for us if he doesn’t.”

“As if your fat ass needs more pizza.”  He shoots right back.

“Asshole.”

“Bitch.”

“Twink.”

“Cow.”

“I hate you.”

They both laugh.  The pair certainly had an interesting relationship.

“I’m just going to take a shower.”  I say.

“Need some company?”  Beau winks…then adds.  “Because my big sister is a total slut.  She would probably…”

“You ASSHOLE!”  She rushes over and slaps his arm.  “Oh my God, ignore him Ethan.”  She waves me away as she continues to accost and berate her little brother as he laughs the whole time.

I hurry out of there as the pair of them continue their sibling bickering.  I grab a change of clothes from my room then head into the washroom to start my shower.  Even as I undress and get the water running I still hadn’t a clue what I’d wanted to say to Beau.  Stepping into the shower I look up into the streams of water and continue to try to square the circle between my clear and obvious straightness and the equally clear and obvious fact that Beau was one hot piece of ass.

I really appreciated that he swore secrecy for me.  The things he said sure helped to put my mind at ease about things.  Beau was right.  I thought he was a woman at the time.  There was no shame in that.  I decide right there that I would remember my experience as if it had been with a random woman that I never met before and would never meet again.

“Hahhh.”  I let out all of the worry I had been holding inside of me all day long.

The hot water washes my worries right down the drain.  As I scrub and rub under the hissing shower I find my mind drifting back to when ‘Natasha’ had her head bobbing up and down atop my groin.  Fuuuuck ‘she’ had been good.  I also find my right hand drifting to my half chub of a dick to start stroking.  I could almost feel her mouth on me.  I could almost smell her.  I could almost hear that sexy voice of hers asking me to show her my cock.  So bold!  I could almost see those big gorgeous blue eyes so full of mischief and that red hot fucking body of hers.  Even the way she teased me was hot.  No other woman had ever spoken to me like that before.

“Mmmmm.”  I stroke faster.  “Oh yeahh.”

“Pssst!”

I nearly slip and break my neck startled as I was by the other voice coming from inside the bathroom!

“What the…?”  I poke just my head out of the shower curtains to see Beau’s pretty face poking in through the partially open door.  “What!?  How!?  I locked that door!”

“Yeah, I picked it.”  He giggles.  Looking back over his shoulder hastily he says, keeping his voice low.  “Hey, you wanna fuck?”

“What!?”

“Shhhhh!”  He shushes me.  “Cassie’s occupied for a few minutes.  So you wanna fuck?”

“Pfff!  Bah!  Wha?”  

“We don’t have much time.”  He winks.  “Luckily I know you’re quick.”

“Beau!”

“Shhhhh!”  He hisses.  “Come on straight boy.  I won’t tell a soul if you won’t.”

“But…but…”

He slips into the room and shuts the door behind him.  In his hand I notice a very familiar bottle.

“That’s my lube!”

“I wasn’t doing this dry.”  He laughs.

“You were in my room?”

“Just for a second.  It was right where I thought it would be.”  He says.  “I didn’t see anything, no worries.  Not even that Fleshlight.”

“Fleshli…!?  You jerk.”

He giggles, adorably, as he unfastens the fly of his jeans.  “You can bust my balls after you pound my ass.  We fucking or what?”

“No!”

He stops.  He turns to face away from me.  He slowly lowers his tight jeans down over his firm round peach of a butt.  One blue eye peeks back over his shoulder.  “You sure?”

“Are…you…wearing…panties?”

“You like them?”  He wiggles his tush.

“Um.”  Ohhhh sweet Jesus, what an ass!  His azure blue panties matched his eyes.  He couldn’t see it but behind the curtain my cock had just flexed to maximum hardness.  “You…you said…”

“Duuuude, come on.  We don’t have much time.”  He urges.  “I don’t want Cassie finding out any more than you do.  Come on!”

“Why?”

“Cause I’m fucking horny, why do you think?”  He bends over and puts an arm against the far wall to support him.  He peels down his panties just enough to show his smooth perfect ass.  His anus actually winks at me!  What a lovely little sphincter it is.  Everything down there was clean, hairless, smooth.  His back door a tight ring around the hole.  It is as fine an ass as I’d ever seen, either real or on video.   “Last chance loser, now or never.”

I am already stepping out of shower.  “I’m still straight.”

“Whatever you say bitch.”  He grins wide as he sees my already rock hard cock.  “Shit.  I forgot how small it was.”

“You won’t be sayin that in a second!”  I say as I wield my tool and approach him.

Tittering happily he bends lower to tilt his boochie higher.  “Come on, fuck me straight boy.  Destroy this little femboy ass!”

Naked and dripping wet I move up behind him and grab the bottle.  He holds one cheek apart as I lube up my dick then rub some into his ass.  I push my middle finger into him and he opens right up for me.  Fuck he’s tight!

“Nnngh!”  He grunts and I thrust my finger a few times.  “Quit fucking around back there.  Hurry!”

I line up behind him and place my tip against his entrance.  Here I pause as I consider what I was about to…

Beau pushes back from the wall and in one swift smooth motion takes me to the hilt.

“Awwww yeahhhh!” He groans lustily as his eyes roll back.

“Ohhhh fuuuck you feel good!”  I grab his hips, his skin is so soft and smooth, as he braces both hands against the wall.  I push right up into him.  “How’s that, huh?  Not complainin now, are ya?”

“Fuck, that all you got?”  He quips as he pushes back hard against me, his butt grinding into my pelvis as hard as he could make it.  “Mmmm!”

“I’ll show you all I got.”  Wasting no time I start pounding his tight ass.

His slender fingers claw against the wall as my thrusts rock his lean shapely body.  He arches his back and thrusts his chest forward and down in a way both lewd and sensual.  His oh so tight ass grips the shaft of my cock as it glides back then stuffs back into him again and again.  His cheeks didn’t smush and ripple like a lot of girls’ booties do.  It was perky and firm with a wonderful jiggling bounce to it.

“Gnnngh!  Fuck!  Yeah, that’s it Chelski.  Ohhhh!”  His sultry girlish voice sounds so damn sexy moaning like he is.  It reminded me of the tomboy gal I lost my virginity to.  Having him bent over, his panties not even down past his taint, it is so easy to imagine him a woman.  As I go to lean over him I suddenly find a hand on my chest pushing me back.  “You’re dripping on me you idiot.”

“Huh?”  I grunt.  “Oh…sorry.”  I straighten up again.

Pushing off of the wall he rams back into me with a power that forces me to thrust harder in return.  His bubble but claps off of my wet body in steady fleshy clap, clap, clap, clap that echoes off of the tile walls.

“Mmmmmm!”  He moans with pleasure, careful to keep his voice from rising too high.  Not into butt stuff myself I never really understood the draw of anal on the receiving side but Beau was clearly loving this.  “Yes!  Yes!  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!  Ohhh mmmm!”

“Ohhhh fuck.” I groan as I could feel my nut rising already.  The combination of our furious pace and the fact I had done half the job before he even arrived spelling an inevitable early end.  “God you feel so fucking good!  Gnngh!”

“Fuck!”  He snarls.  “Fucking…harder!  Harder bitch!”

I was already going all out but I do my best to give him a little extra oomph to each thrust.  He jolts hard on each impact, his ponytail bouncing to our rhythm.

“Deeper!”  He slams back into me with all of his weight.  “Faster!  Come on bitch!  Nnnnngh!  That all you got?”

“Hrrrm!”  Reaching up I grab his short ponytail as I keep on plowing into him deep and hard and fast.  He tugs against me without actually wanting to escape.  He peers back at me from the corner of his eye and I see his erotic fires burning hot within.  He was loving every bit of this.

“Fuck!  Fuck yeah!  Ohhhh fuck yeahhh!”  He hisses through clenched teeth.  Oh how I wished I could hear him at full voice.    “Yes!  Yesss!”

“Hnngh!  Fuuck!  Grrrrmmm!”  I grunt and growl and fuck that tight warm gripping ass with everything I had.  Thank Christ for the grippy bath mat under my feet.  “Ohhhh shiiiiit!”

“Don’t stop!  Don’t you dare fucking stop straight boy.”

“Fuuuuuck!”  My muscles tense up as I am hit with one HELL of an orgasm.  “Ohhhhhhh!”

With my erupting manhood painting his insides a cream white Beau just keeps on fucking.  Gripping my dick super tightly in his ass and bucking and ramming back into me as hard as ever.  I grip onto his hips and hold on for dear life.  The moment I let go of his hair he dips his head low, his fingernails scraping against the wall.

“MMMMM!  Come on!  Keep going!  Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

“Hunngh!”  I whine as I start up my thrusting again, my dick still throbbing and spasming through last bit of my nut.  I keep on going right to the last weak spurt and even a couple of thrusts beyond before pulling out.  My glistening rod slips from his hole.  His sphincter gapes a moment before slowly closing in stages.

“What the fuck?”  He pants and looks back at me.  “What are you doing?”

“I’m done.”  I state the obvious.

“I wasn’t!”

“Oh.”  I stand there unsure of what to do.  In my world sex ended once I got my nut.  I shrug.  “Sorry?”

He looks at me for a long moment then begins to laugh.  “Selfish prick.”  He stands and pulls his panties up and then his jeans.  “You seriously gotta work on your stamina.  Ethan, the two minute champ.”

“You said we had to be quick.”  Post-nut clarity was settling down on me with a vengeance.  As if all at once I suddenly become aware that I am standing in my bathroom wet and buck ass naked with a gay man.  A gay man I had just railed and creampied.  “God damn it.  You did it to me again!”

He grins as he checks himself out the mirror, fixing his ponytail and making sure his clothes were just right.  There was something in his smug smile, he almost seemed to have a glow about him.  Turning to me his blue eyes pan from head to toe then back to my groin then finally up to my eyes.  With a wink and a giggle he turns for the door.  Reaching for the knob he pauses.  Suddenly he turns and moves right up on me, the top of his blond head just an inch from my mouth.  So close I could smell his nice cologne and feel the warmth of his breath on my chest.  I look down at him wondering what this was about.  He just stands there.  What the heck was he waiting for?  Did he want to say something?  Did he want me to do something?  Fuck this was awkward.

After at time he looks up at me and gives me a quick peck to the lips.

“Dude!”  I grimace and step back, wiping my mouth.

He shakes his head then spins on his heel and salutes me with a middle finger.  “Later loser.”

With that he prances with purposeful flamboyance from the washroom.  I quickly close the door before Cassie walks by to see my dick hanging out.  I return to the tub and hurriedly finish my shower cursing that stupid, tricky, rude, sexy Beau under my breath the whole time…even as I had a smile on my face.  What a weirdo my roommate’s brother was.

I get groomed and dressed in the washroom.  Pocketing the lube I take it back to my room before heading out into the living room.  Cassie sat at her computer watching a video with headphones, her brother was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing me she sets the headphones down and gets up.  “Hey roomie.  I thought we could we watch a movie or something.  Where did you want to order from?”

“Oh, I don’t care.”  I peer around into the kitchen to see it empty as well.  “Where’s Beau?”

“Ah, he took off.  He’s a flake at the best of times.”  She says.  “Thank God too.  I can’t stand him.  Few can.  I swear, if he wasn’t hot he’d have no friends at all.  Ha!  Feel free to ignore him if he’s around.  That’s what we do back home.”

“Oh.”

“Hey!  More pizza for us.”  She says brightly.  “So where you wanna order from?”

I look off toward the exit.  “Uh, I don’t care Cassie.  You choose.”

Part 3