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"Thanks for calling, and I'm sorry," I spoke into the phone. "Yes, I'll be sure to tell him. Goodbye." I snapped my cell phone shut and tossed it back on the bed. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to figure out what I was going to do. I heard the refrigerator door shut as I headed out of my room. I headed into the kitchen and sat down, rather heavily, at one of the chairs at the table and let out a sigh. Kevyn turned around. "That was a heavy sigh. Something going on?" "Yeah," I replied. He pointed to the soda he was holding and I nodded my head. He opened the fridge door and grabbed another one. "I just got off the phone with Aric's mother." Kev handed me the can and sat down at the table opposite from me. "He's Tristan's best friend, right?" I nodded. "What did she want?" "Aric's dead." I popped open the can of soda and took a big swig of it. Kevyn stared at me in disbelief. "What? When? How?" "Aric's mother didn't provide a lot of details. Apparently he was in a car accident and didn't survive." "My God. Did she say if she told Tristan?" "No, she was calling me cause she didn't know how to get hold of him. She called Tristan's house and his mother told her that he'd moved out and she wasn't sure were he was, but she ended up giving her my number. She called me." "Have you called him?" "Called who?" Bastian asked as he came in from outside. We both turned to face my brother. Bastian came over to the table and bent down and gave Kevyn a kiss. He grabbed Kevyn's soda and took a drink of it. "What are you guys talking about?" He put the soda down. "Aric's mother called," Kevyn started when I didn't say anything. "That's Tristan's friend, right?" "Yeah," Kev responded. "What did she want?" "Aric's dead," I replied, finally finding my voice. "What?" Bastian had the same look of disbelief that Kevyn did. "How?" I explained to Bastian what I'd learned from Aric's mother. We spent the next hour or so trying to figure out the best way to tell Tristan. We finally headed out to get a pizza for dinner and I still wasn't sure how I was going to tell him. I had two days until I went to Granny J's to see him and bring him back to our place. Friday rolled around and my mind was still heavy with how I was going to tell Tristan his best friend that he had known all his life was dead. I'd never met Aric. We'd talked on the phone several times after Tristan left school and went home. Aric felt bad about the way he had reacted when he found out about Tristan and had been trying to reconcile with him and explain himself but as far as I knew, Tristan never contacted Aric after that. I'd asked him several times about it and he'd change the subject or tell me to butt out. Aric finally stopped calling me after I told him what Tristan had said to me. We were all going to Granny J's for dinner. I went every Friday to pick up Tristan for the weekend and Bastian and Kevyn would join me on occasion. Since Tristan worked in the back of the restaurant, we didn't see each other when we first arrived. I'd usually go back and visit with him for a few minutes before we ate and then again after we were done. We'd plan dinner to be later in the evening so we weren't there for a long time. There were a number of Fridays that Charlie would take over the washing of the dishes so Tristan could come home with us earlier. "Well look what the wind blew in," Granny J greeted us as we entered. "About time you two showed back up here." Kevyn bent down and gave Granny J a hug. "Sorry Granny J, we've been busy." She smacked him on the arm as he straightened back up. "You're never too busy to visit Granny J!" Bastian received a similar smack on the arm when he went to hug Granny J. Both of them were rubbing their arms as I bent down for my hug. "What's wrong?" She asked me as I gave her a hug. "I got a phone call from Aric's Mother. Aric was killed in a car accident last week." "Oh," she replied. "I take it you haven't told him yet." "No, I haven't. I don't know how to tell him." "Do you want me to tell him?" "No, but thanks. I'll tell him. I just need to figure out how." She nodded her head and brought us to our usual table. "Let me know if you need any help with that." "Thanks Granny J." She nodded again and headed back to the kitchen. Charlie came out with a basket of bread and three glasses of water. We ordered our usual soft drinks and he disappeared to get those. I buttered a piece of bread and quickly finished it off and headed out back to see Tristan. I walked into the kitchen and found Tristan at his usual place, washing dishes. He had the radio on and was washing a large pan. Stacks of dirty dishes were on his left and a drying rack full of clean ones was on his right. I came up behind him and put my arms around his waist. He leaned into me as I kissed the back of his neck. "Hey," he said as he finished rinsing off the pan he was holding. "Hi," I replied breaking the embrace and moving over to the stool near the pile of clean dishes. "Got a surprise for you," he said as he put the pan down on the drying rack. "What?" I asked, my curiosity piqued at what it could be. He thumbed toward the table behind him. I saw an opened envelope sitting there. It looked a lot like the envelope I had received a while back. "Read it," he said starting in on the next dish. I reached over and grabbed it. Yeah, it was from the college. I nervously opened it and pulled the letter out. I read it twice before it started to sink in. It was the same letter I got announcing my acceptance to the college and the full scholarship that they were awarding me. I checked the date on the letter. It was dated yesterday, so he just got it today. He's obviously excited about it. How can I possibly tell him about Aric now? I looked up at him. "Well," he asked, the excitement obvious on his face. "That's great! I'm really excited for you." How could I possibly tell him now? Charlie came over before we got a chance to say anything more. "You having your usual Justyn?" I turned to look at him. Charlie was definitely easy on the eyes. Blond hair, blue eyes, nice build obviously from working out and working at the restaurant. I could definitely fall for a guy like him, and I had, in Tristan. "Yeah, I'll have the usual Chicken Picata." He nodded and turned away, heading toward the other side of the kitchen. "Well, I guess I better get back to the table. See you after we're done?" "Of course," Tristan replied placing another pan on the drying rack. He leaned over and we kissed. He went back to washing and I headed out to the front of the restaurant to have dinner. "Did you tell him?" Bastian asked as I slid into the seat opposite him and Kevyn. "No," I replied. "I couldn't ruin his good mood. He got a letter from the College. He's been accepted as a second semester freshman this fall like I've been." Bastian just smiled. "I asked Cy about that today," Kevyn said matter-of-factly. "He said the letter went out to the other day to him." I looked at Kevyn. "You knew?' "Yeah," he replied. "I helped Tristan fill out the paperwork and I dropped it off for him." "You didn't tell me." Kevyn grabbed another piece of bread. "He asked me not to say anything. He wanted to surprise you." "Yeah, well he did that." I grabbed a piece of bread as well. "I just don't know how he's going to do that while living with Granny J. He doesn't have a car." "Have you considered asking him to move in with you?" Kevyn and Bas both looked at me with a look that said "DUH". "It's not my place," I responded. I'd known for a while that I wanted to live with Tristan but I didn't think it would happen for a while yet. With me living with Kev and Bas and Tristan living out here with Granny J I didn't see it happening for a while. "Plus I'm already imposing enough on you guys I couldn't ask, nor would I expect that you'd be wiling to take someone else in." "Hog wash," Bastian replied. "It's as much your place as it is ours. You know Mrs. C. adores you and Kev and I love having you around. Besides, Tristan's hot. I wouldn't mind seeing more of him." "HEY! You've already got a boyfriend. Tristan's mine." I chuckled. I knew that Bastian wouldn't try to steal my boyfriend; besides, he already had a hot guy for a boyfriend. "Plus, I'm not sure he wants to move in with me." "Trust me," Kevyn answered. "He does. I told him he could live with us when he applied to the College. He thanked me but he couldn't say yes unless he knew you were ok with it, and that you had asked him." I nodded at him "Have you told him about me?" Kevyn asked, his tone turning serious. I looked at him. "No, I haven't. I didn't think it was my place." "Normally I'd agree with you, but since this is your boyfriend we're talking about here, you should probably be the one to tell him. I don't mind if you do, and would prefer that you do, this way he's got all the facts before he decides to move in." Charlie chose that moment to arrive with our meals so I didn't get a chance to respond to Kevyn. and wWe spent the next half hour or so eating and talking. We didn't talk again about the news Tristan had for me or the news I had for Tristan. After finishing dinner, I joined Tristan in the kitchen while he finished up with the dishes and the guys talked with Granny J. At last all the work was done and Tristan grabbed his backpack and we headed out to the front of the restaurant. We all said our goodbyes to Charlie and Granny J and we headed out into the darkness for the trip home. The car was devoid of any conversation once we got onto the highway. Tristan and I settled into the backseat and I leaned into him. Kevyn was driving and I think Bastian may have fallen asleep. After arriving home, the boys bid us goodnight and Tristan and I retired to my room. We hugged each other and kissed for a few minutes before we separated. Tristan was still holding my hand when he spoke. "You've been awfully quiet tonight." "So have you," I replied. "Well, I wasn't sure if something was going on with you. Is something the matter? Are you not happy that I'm going to be coming to school here?" "No, it's not that!" I squeezed his hand as I said that. "I'm excited about you coming here. I think it's great, although I'm wondering what Granny J is going to do with you being in school." "Is it me then? Is there something wrong with us?" Tristan looked worried. "No, it's not us. Us is great." "Then what is it?" I took a deep breath. I wasn't sure how I should approach the subject. "When was the last time you spoke to Aric?" Tristan's face clouded over. I could tell he wasn't happy about me asking. "Not since he left me in the park. I told you to drop it." "I got a call from Aric's mother the other day." His face took on a look of confusion. "How'd she get your number? What did she want?" I grabbed his other hand. "I guess she got it from Aric's phone." I figured I wouldn't tell him that she had called his mother. I took a deep breath. Here it goes. "Aric's dead. He was killed in a car accident last week." Tristan didn't say anything, didn't do anything. He just stood there, looking at me. He didn't even blink. Several more minutes passed by and Tristan still hadn't moved. "Bastian!" I called out. I was getting concerned. "Bastian!" I called again. After a couple more seconds, I heard their door open and both Kevyn and Bastian came into my room. They were both naked and looking a little flushed. They still had boners, it was obvious they had been enjoying each other's company. "What's wrong, JJ?" Bastian asked as he came toward me. He took one look at Tristan. "You told him?" "Yeah, I did, and he hasn't moved since I told him." "How long?" Kevyn asked snapping his fingers in front of Tristan's eyes. "I don't know, five minutes maybe," I replied. I was starting to get concerned. He was just standing there, not blinking. About the only thing he was doing was breathing. That was a good sign at least. Kevyn tried snapping his fingers several more times but nothing happened. "I don't know what else we can do," Kevyn announced after his fourth or fifth of snapping him out of his shock by snapping his fingers. "Let's just get him situated in the bed, so that way he won't fall if he suddenly comes out of it." Bastian helped me to undress Tristan as Kevyn pulled the blankets back on the bed. Tristan might have been a statute but at least he was somewhat responsive. He moved his arms as Bas pulled the tee-shirt over his head. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down. He was now naked like Bastian and Kev were. Kevyn whistled as he turned around. "Damn, he's got a fine ass!" Bastian poked his head around the back side of Tris and agreed with his boyfriend. "Yeah, that is a great ass, but you should see his cock!" Kev came around and looked at Tristan's cock. Both him and Bas started getting hard. Hell, I was getting hard in my clothes. "Stop perving on my boyfriend!" I made a move to slap their dicks as punishment. They moved back. "Help me get him into bed," I said. Bastian came forward and helped me move him into the bed. I pulled the covers over him and started to get undressed myself. "Thanks guys," I said as I pulled off my shirt. "No problem, bro," Kev replied as I took off my pants and boxers as well. I caught both of them looking at my crotch. Of course we'd seen each other naked plenty of times. We're all guys living together in a house, there's bound to be some nudity. "Call us if you need us." I pulled the blankets back from my side of the bed and started to climb in. "Will do." Bastian grabbed his boyfriend's hand and started to pull him out of my bedroom. "Night JJ." "Night." I scrunched down on the bed and turned onto my side. I propped up my head on my arm and watched Tristan. He was still in the same position as when we had placed him into bed a couple of minutes earlier. I continued to watch him just lie there. I must have fallen asleep lying next to Tristan cause the next thing I knew, the sound of sobs awoke me. I opened my eyes and looked over at him. The light in the bedroom was still on. Tristan had curled up into a ball and was crying. I reached out and touched him and he jumped, obviously not expecting me to be awake. "Tristan," I said as I pulled my hand away. It took him a second but he stretched out from his fetal position and he turned to face me. His eyes were swollen and red with the tears that were flowing unchecked. He didn't say anything he just buried his face in my shoulder and continued to cry. I put my arms around him and rubbed his back, trying to comfort him in his grief. I must have fallen back asleep because the next thing I knew the sun was streaming in the windows and was warming the bed. I stretched and realized that I was alone in bed. I rolled over and discovered a naked Tristan sitting at my desk in front of my computer with headphones on listening to music. I stretched again and got out of bed. Even though he had headphones on, Tristan heard me cause he turned around as I came around the bed. He still looked sad, but his eyes weren't as red and as bloodshot as before. He pulled the headphones off. I could hear the sound of Elton John playing. "Hi," he said sheepishly as I came over to him, grabbed the other chair and sat down next to him. "Sorry about last night." "You don't have anything to apologize for Tris," I responded putting my arm around him and leaning into his shoulder. Just our touching skin was having an affect on both of us. We both started to get hard. "I should have found a better way of telling you. It wasn't easy telling you and I'm sure it wasn't easy for you to hear." He shook his head. "You got that right." The song ended and after a brief pause it started up again. "What are you listening to?" I asked. He handed me the headphones. "Elton John. I've been listening to two songs." I put on the headphones as he clicked the rewind button on the music player application. The sound of Elton John's piano came out of the speakers. The first song he was playing was one that I'd seen him play in concert a couple of times, "Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding." I pulled the plug on the headphones and redirected the output onto the speakers on the computer. Kevyn was up by now and Bastian wouldn't hear it. He slept like the dead. The roses in the window box Oh it doesn't seem a year ago And love lies bleeding in my hand I wonder if those changes You're a bluebird on a telegraph line That was an interesting choice for a first song. But since he always plays them together, you really can't hear them apart. The first part of the song "Funeral for a Friend" is instrumental and then merges into the second part of the song "Love Lies Bleeding". That song faded away and I expected to find another slow song, but instead, I got greeted with the upbeat rhythm of "I'm Still Standing". You could never know what it's like And did you think this fool could never win Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah Once I never could hope to win I pressed pause on the player as the first song started up again. "That's certainly a wide range of songs. One slow and one fast." "Yeah," Tristan replied. "At first I was just listening to the slow song, but then I realized while Aric was gone, I'm still here, and as the song says, 'I'm Still Standing'." "Have you heard this one," I asked clicking through the list of Elton John songs on the player and putting the one I wanted onto the playing list. "It's called I Need You To Turn To." You're not a ship to carry my life And I wonder sometimes and I know I'm unkind Did you paint your smile on, well I said I knew And I wonder sometimes and I know I'm unkind "I heard it recently. Charlie played it for me," Tristan said wiping away a tear. "I'd never heard that song before he played it for me." "Yeah, I had never really listened to it either," I answered him. "It's a live version he did with the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra. It's a neat little song." I was about to bring up another one of his songs that I liked when we were interrupted with a knock at the door. "Come in," I called out, pausing the music program. The door opened to reveal Kevyn in just his boxer shorts. His smooth muscular body was a sight to behold and I loved looking at whenever I could. "I heard the music and figured at least one of you was up. I just wanted to check on Tristan," He said as he stepped into the room. "I see you're a little more conscious then you were earlier." Tris blushed and dropped his head. "I'm sorry for what happened and if I freaked you out." Kevyn came over to where we were sitting and leaned over the back of the chair. He put his arm around Tristan's chest and gave him a squeeze and a kiss on the top of his head. "It's nothing to be sorry for Tristan. I'm sure if I had gotten the same news that you got I probably would have reacted the same way." "Thanks Kev," Tris responded. "Do you still talk to your best friend?" "Yeah," Kev answered him. "We talk a couple of times a week. His name is Jeff. I've known him my whole life. We haven't seen each other in a couple of years though. I've not been home." "Does he know?" Kevyn released his hold on Tristan and straightened up. "About my being gay?" "Yeah." "No, he doesn't. Or at least not that I know of. I've never told him and he's never asked. I did date a girl in high school so he probably thinks I'm straight." He headed back toward the door. "Are you guys hungry?" "Yeah, I'm starved," I replied. "Me too," Tristan agreed. "Why don't you guys grab a shower before my boyfriend hogs all the hot water and I'll make pancakes." "Blueberry?" I asked, hopeful. Kevyn makes the best blueberry pancakes. "No, chocolate-chip," Tristan corrected me. "Blueberry's better," I told him. "Do we have any Vermont Maple Syrup?" "Guys, I can make both," Kev responded. "And yes, we have plenty of real maple syrup, not that fake crap your brother likes." I was just about to answer him when our conversation was interrupted with a "I heard that!" coming out of the guys' bedroom. Kevyn just rolled his eyes and turned to leave the room. "Provided you guys don't spend all day in there, the first batch of pancakes should be ready by the time you get done." And with that, he left the room. We each got up, stretched and then headed into the bathroom. After getting the temperature of the water to something we both liked we entered the shower one by one. It felt really good to be in the shower and be there with Tristan. Yeah, it was sexual, both us being horny teenaged gay boys, but it was something more as well. It just felt right. It would be hard to explain to someone else. Hell, it's hard to explain to myself. I grabbed the handle on the shower massager and I wet Tristan down before wetting myself down. I then put it back in it's holder and grabbed the soap. While Tristan washed his hair, I washed the rest of him with the soap. I covered almost every inch of his smooth skin with my left hand as I soaped him up. It was hot, it was erotic and it gave both of us major woodies. I had saved his crotch for last and as I put my lathered up hand on his dick his knees buckled and he shot a massive load of baby batter at me. Just the feeling of his dick pulsing in my closed hand and the sight of the cum shooting from his cock head was enough to send me over the edge and I joined him in spraying the tub with DNA. As we came down from our post orgasmic high, we leaned into each other and just supported one another. If anyone had seen us it would have been a sight to behold. One side a mass of shampoo and soap and the other not. We finally parted and finished up in the shower. We dried each other off and headed toward the bathroom door. Tristan pulled the door open to discover a rather naked Bastian standing there looking rather impatient. "Some of us aren't camels you know!" He yelled as he pushed past us into the bathroom. We both started laughing as we heard his piss stream hit the bowl and a loud sigh of relief escape his lips. "It's not funny!" We both threw on a pair of boxers and headed out to the kitchen. The house was heated by steam heat and as a result, it tended to run warm. It might be twenty below outside, but inside it was usually in the high seventies or low eighties. We walked into the kitchen just as Kevyn and Bas broke apart from a morning kiss. There were a couple of plates on the counter, one blueberry and one chocolate chip. We each grabbed our plates and headed toward the table. Kevyn had found time to set the table as well and each place had a glass of orange juice. And as promised, the real Vermont Maple Syrup was sitting on the table, right near the seat I usually occupied. "I don't see how you can use that stuff," Bas said as he grabbed his fake syrup. "It's too sweet." "It tastes better than that crap you use," I countered. "There isn't one real thing in that." "Mine is better." "No, mine is." "Mine." "Guys, they're both fine," Tristan said grabbing the butter for his pancakes. Kevyn interrupted us before we could continue our ongoing argument between real and fake maple syrup. "There are more chocolate chip ready and there will be more blueberry in a few minutes." "Aren't you going to have some?" Tristan asked Kev. "Yeah, I'll get some as I finish these up. Don't worry about me." A companionable silence fell over the kitchen as we each ate our breakfast. As soon as Bas and Kevyn finished their breakfast they excused themselves and headed off to the bathroom. We heard the shower start a few minutes later. I grabbed the last of the blueberry pancakes and brought the plate with the remaining chocolate chip ones to Tristan. We were just finishing up the remaining pancakes when a freshly showered and dressed Kevyn appeared in the kitchen. "We're heading out. We might be home in time for dinner, we might not." "Why don't you guys call if you're going to be back for dinner, otherwise, we'll plan to eat without you," I responded to him. "Ok," Kev agreed. "What are you guys going to do today?" I looked at Tristan as he looked at me. "I don't know. We hadn't really discussed it. I'm sure we'll think of something." "I'm sure you will too, JJ," Bas said entering the kitchen. And with that, they left. I had some ideas of what I'd like to do with Tristan and they all involved staying here and not wearing any clothes. But I needed to check with him and seeing if he was ready. Considering the bad news he found out last night I didn't want to push him to anything. "What do you want to do today?" I asked Tristan as I got up and grabbed the dirty plates. "I know you didn't know him, but I'd like to visit Aric's grave, say good bye. But I understand if you don't want to and want to do something else." "You're right, I didn't know Aric. I talked to him on the phone a few times." I paused. "But, that sounds like a good idea to me. How long will it take us to get there?" "It shouldn't take much more than an hour or so. We have to head back toward Granny J's and then head north from there. I should call Aric's mother. I need to find out where he's buried and to offer her my condolences." I dropped the last of the breakfast dishes into the sink. "Give her a call while I'm in the bathroom. Then we can go. My cell phone is on my desk" "Ok." Tristan headed to the bedroom to retrieve my cell phone and to make his call. I headed into the bathroom. * * * Twenty minutes later we were heading away from the apartment and heading back toward Granny J's. Tris was sitting in the front passenger seat and I was driving. We didn't say much during the trip, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I'm sure Tristan was thinking about visiting his best friend's grave. Me, while I certainly felt for Tris and I know I'd be a wreck like he was if anything ever happened to Cam, I couldn't help thinking about what we could be doing when we got back to the apartment. I wanted to go all the way with Tristan and I was hoping that he would be interested in the same thing. We've not really talked about it, and I was thinking it was time. We got to the area where Granny J's was and Tristan instructed me where to point the car next. We headed up a rural highway. The on and off ramps were more like side streets. Not much of a safety margin. You had to get your car moving or hope that the car behind you would slow down as to not hit you before you get up to speed. About a half hour after we turned toward Tristan's home town he instructed me to get off the highway and very quickly entered a rural area. The street we were on became wide with enough space on either size to park cars and still have room for traffic. The houses were set back from the road and each had a big tree in the front yard. We passed a couple of dozen side streets before Tristan indicated we should turn left. I turned the car and we went another couple of hundred feet before the road ended with an entrance to a cemetery. I pulled the car over and we got out. Tristan headed off to his right and I followed him but stayed back to give him some privacy. We didn't walk very far before I noticed a freshly filled in grave. I stopped when Tristan did and watched as he dropped to his knees. I could tell he was speaking but I couldn't make out the words. He was like that for a bit before he stood up and looked around for me. He motioned for me to join him when he noticed me. I walked over to his side. "Aric," Tristan began. "This is Justyn. I know you'd like him. He's been good to me, and he means a lot to me." Even though it felt weird, I waved hi to Aric's grave. Tristan reached down and touched the dirt before turning to face me. "I'm ready. Let's go." "You sure? We can stay longer if you want." "No, I'm ready," Tristan responded. "I can't stay here any longer. I'll come back, but for now, I'm done." I nodded and we headed back to the car. After guiding me back to the highway Tristan turned in his seat to face me. "Justyn," he started. I took a quick look at him. "Tristan," I replied. "I want you to make love to me when we get back." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am. I've been thinking about it for a while, but I was never sure how to bring it up. But after what happened to Aric, I realized that life is too short and that you have to go after what you want. And I want to make love to you Justyn. I want to try everything." "Everything?" "Well, there are some things that I'm not ready to try yet, the more fetish type stuff that I've read about, but I want to pick up from where we left off last fall." I smiled before answering Tristan. "I've been thinking about that too. I know I'm ready to try more than what we did last fall, but I wasn't sure how to talk to you about it. I was thinking about it for today, but then when I got the call about Aric, I wasn't sure any more. I don't want to push you into anything and especially not with what happened to Aric." "Aric's gone. There's nothing I can do about it. Yeah, I'm going to miss him, and I wish that we had actually been talking to each other when he was killed. But I can't do anything about it now, and I've got to live my life." I think I stepped on the gas harder to go faster and to will the car to get us back home sooner. We got back to the apartment just after lunchtime. The guys were still gone, which was good. Even though we were all gay and they didn't have a problem with having sex in their bedroom while we were there, they also had many months of living alone where they could have sex alone. Once we're more comfortable with ourselves and what we're doing during sex I'm sure we'll be doing it when the guys are there. I parked the car and we headed up to the apartment. Tristan closed the door behind us and grabbed my hand. He led me into my bedroom and shut that door as well. We pulled into a hug and I felt Tristan's lips on mine. We kissed that way for a few minutes before I felt his tongue trying to separate my lips. I acquiesced to his pushing and opened my mouth. Our tongues met as we continued to kiss. My cock had shot to it's full hardness as soon as he had taken my hand, but now that we were kissing, it was even harder, something I didn't think possible. From our closeness I could tell Tristan was in the same condition. We separated long enough to pull our shirts off. I started to unbutton my jeans but Tristan stopped me by placing his hand on mine. He then pulled my hands off my belt and he continued to undress me. He unzipped my jeans and started to push them down my legs. My hard on pushed forward, straining the fabric of my briefs. I stepped out of my jeans and reached for Tristan's jeans. I repeated the actions that he had done with me. His cock was straining his briefs as much as mine was. I pushed his jeans down his legs and he stepped out of them. I stepped back to take a look at him. Sure, I'd seen him in his underwear plenty of times before, but this time it was different. Usually we were both so dead tired on Friday nights that we just stripped to our briefs and climbed into bed. Saturday nights we usually weren't as tired, but still, this was just different. My eyes roamed over him as he stood there. From the crew cut black hair to his cute little smile to his pectoral muscles with the nice quarter sized nipples to the six-pack of abs that he had. He was just beautiful. Of course the black bikini briefs he was wearing could barely contain his erection. The waistband was pulled from his body showing some of the black pubes that covered the area above his cock and balls. I looked back up at his face and smiled. He smiled back and then dropped to his knees. I was expecting Tristan to remove my underwear but he started licking and sucking on my hard on through my briefs. He continued to lick and suck until the front of my briefs were soaked. He then pulled them down and engulfed my engorged member. The feeling was wonderful. Despite the fact that I had shot off in the shower this morning I could feel my orgasm building. It didn't take long with Tristan's sucking before I felt my knees buckling. I started to warn Tristan of my impending explosion when my cock erupted shooting waves after waves of my baby batter down his throat. He continued to suck me even after swallowing a load of my sperm. My breath had become ragged during my orgasm but it started to slowly return to normal as I came down off the high. Tristan continued to suck me and for some reason my cock wasn't deflating like it usually did after I shot. The incredible feelings stayed with the sucking but my knees finally buckled. Tristan grabbed my ass and backside with his arms and slowly lowered me to the bed. He pushed me down onto the bed and managed to pull off his underwear without breaking the ministrations he was doing on my cock. He managed to swing his legs up and over me and we got into a sixty-nine position. Tristan's beautiful cock was staring at me from above. I didn't waste anytime and I engulfed it like he had done to mine. A moan escaped his lips as he came up off my cock. He let my cock drop out of his mouth and it slapped against my stomach. "Oh gawd Justyn, that feels so good. I've been dreaming about this for a while. Suck my cock baby." I gave his cock an extra strong suck and went back to licking the shaft as he retook my cock into his mouth. He speed up the sucking on my cock as I felt his cock get a little harder. His balls stopped slapping against my forehead as he let out a long groan and shot his sperm into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but there was a lot sperm shooting out of his dickhead. "Don't swallow it all," he said as he stopped his sucking of me. I stopped swallowing as he asked and he attacked my cock again sucking and stroking it with his right hand. The combination of his sperm in my mouth, his mouth on my cock and his hand stroking up and down caused me to shoot another load into his mouth. This one definitely wasn't as strong as the first but the fact that I had shot two loads in less than ten minutes had to be some sort of personal record. After I finished shooting he got up off of me and spun his body around to face me. He leaned in and started to kiss me. He pushed at my lips with his tongue and I let him in. We mixed our sperm between us before we both ended up swallowing the mixture. We kissed for a few minutes more before Tristan landed on the bed beside me and we both tried to catch our breath. "That was incredible," I finally spoke after my breathing slowed. "Yeah," Tristan answered. "I agree." I rolled over and faced him. He had a look of contentment on his face. He turned to look at me. "Fuck me Tristan," I whispered to him. I don't know why I whispered it, but I did. "Are you certain?" He asked just as quietly as I had asked him. "Yes, I'm certain. I want to feel you in me." He nodded at me and I got onto my hands and knees on the bed. Ever since I figured out I was gay, I've wanted to get fucked doggie style. I don't know why, I just did. And the fact that my first time would be with Tristan and would be in the doggie style position was hot and erotic. Tristan got up from the bed and came behind me. I had lube on the nightstand beside the bed. I used it when I beat off. Tristan's hands pulled apart my ass cheeks, exposing my virgin asshole to him. I was waiting for him to grab the lube for his cock when I felt his tongue slide across my hole. My cock shot back to instant hardness and a loud groan escaped my lips. I'd read about rimming on various stories on nifty but the descriptions definitely didn't do the feelings justice. Tristan continued to rim me for another few minutes before I felt his tongue trying to invade my asshole. I relaxed my hole as much as I could and felt his tongue go in deeper. He tongue fucked me for a few more minutes before he swiped the lube off the nightstand and I felt one of his fingers lubing up my asshole. I gasped as I felt a finger invade my virgin hole. Tristan moved one finger in and out of my hole for several minutes before inserting a second finger. He repeated the procedure for the second and then third finger. I gasped each time he inserted another finger. After probing my hole with three fingers for what seemed like an hour, he pulled them out. My ass felt empty as his fingers were removed. After lubing my asshole up again, I felt his cock head pushing at my backdoor. "Wait," I said. "There are condoms in the top drawer." "I've never been with anyone before, never had a blood transfusion and I've never used drugs. I'm clean." He sounded a little pissed. "I'm the same as you Tris," I responded, trying to smooth his ruffled feathers. "I'll explain it to you afterward. Please just use a condom." "Can't you tell me now?" I sighed and rolled over. Tristan was hovering , his obvious arousal being shown by his hard slicked up dick. He looked so hot at that moment, I could just let him slip it in me, take my cherry and be done with it. What are the chances? But then I remembered what Kevyn and Bastian told me, how it was Kevyn's "first" time and he got it. Sure, he didn't have any choice, any say in the matter but still. I reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom. Bastian bought them for me after I moved in and we found Tristan again. He figured that since I wasn't living at home or with my homophobic twin, I'd be more likely to need them. Probably figured I'd be having sex as much as he and Kevyn did. I thanked him of course, but I didn't have the heart to tell him that I wasn't just going to jump into bed with Tristan or anyone else for that matter. I wanted my first time to be special and if that meant that I waited, then I would. "Kevyn is HIV positive. He'd never been with anyone before Bastian, at least not that he wanted to be with." Tristan had this look of confusion on his face. "Kevyn was raped a couple of years ago. The guy that raped him was infected and he ended up infecting Kevyn." "What about Bastian?" Tristan asked. His cock had deflated at this point. "He and Kevyn get tested regularly. So far Bastian's negative and they're both working to stay that way. They only fuck with a condom." I grabbed his dick and started to play with it. He got hard again. I presented him with the condom package. He smiled at me and took it. I continued to play with his cock as he opened the package. He gave me the condom and I slipped it on his cock. I rolled back over as he grabbed more lube and put it on the condom and put more on my asshole. He got back behind me again and once again started pushing at my asshole with his now sheathed cock. I relaxed my ass muscles as much as I could and I felt the tip slip inside. It was thick, possibly thicker than the fingers that he had been probing my ass with a few minutes earlier. He stopped as I let out a breath. He stayed in that position for a couple of minutes, giving me time to adjust to the extra width. He then started up again giving me a couple of more inches a few centimeters at a time. I relaxed my ass as much as I could and he continued to push into me. I finally felt his balls and pubes on my skin as he got all of himself into me. He rested there for a few minutes giving me time to get used to it. I nodded my head, indicating that I was relaxed and ready for him to begin moving again. He started to thrust slowly in and out of my ass. The feelings were incredible. The pain that I first felt when he stuck his fingers and then his dick in me had faded and now I just felt wonderful. I felt connected to him in a way that I had never felt with anyone else. Not even Jayson. Yeah, Jayson and I had a special bond because we were twins. Or maybe I should say we had a special bond. I think by this point it was probably broken. I started to breath heavy again as Tristan continued his thrusts in and out of my virgin asshole. He started to breath heavy and grunt as well. "Fuck me hard Tristan," I commanded him. I'd waited my whole life for this and it felt wonderful. If I had any doubts about being gay they were being erased with each trust into my ass that Tristan made. I definitely liked this. I wanted to try fucking Tristan but I'm sure I'd be content to be fucked by him on a regular basis. My cock was rock hard and bouncing as much as it could. "Jerk me off Tristan," I begged him. He complied and I felt his hand wrap around my hard cock. It didn't take long for the feeling to build in my balls again. Tristan sped up both his stroking and fucking. He made one final thrust and buried his cock deep up into my ass and flooded itthe condom with his sperm. As soon as he shot off in my ass, I shot my third load of the afternoon covering his hand and the bed. As I came down off my post-orgasmic high, Tristan pulled out of my ass and collapsed on the bed beside me. I ended up following him and dropped down on the bed as well. The front of my body became wet and sticky with my sperm, but I didn't care. I felt wonderful. I could now understand why Kevyn and Bastian made love so much. I could understand why Kevyn liked my brother to fuck him. The feeling of another guys cock in my ass was indescribable. I couldn't wait to do it again. Yeah, I definitely wanted to try fucking Tristan to see what the other side was like, but I could definitely stand to get fucked regularly. I turned to face Tris, a smile plastered on my face. He was lying on his side facing me, smiling as well. "How does your ass feel?" He asked. "Did I hurt you?" "Incredible. That was wonderful. No, you didn't hurt me. Thank you." He smiled at me again and nodded slightly as though to say "you're welcome." He reached out with his hand and ran it across my back. "Tonight, after we've recovered, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel what it's like. And I want you to be the one to give me that feeling." "Are you sure?" "Definitely." I smiled at him. The thought of fucking him excited me, but given the fact that I had just shot off three loads of baby batter in the last hour and a half, I couldn't even think about getting it up. We laid there for a few minutes, not saying anything, just looking at one another. I then remembered something I had been meaning to ask him since I found out about his going to the college with me. "Have you figured out how you're going to go to school here? Are you excited?" Tristan adjusted himself on the bed; his cock flopping as he did that. "I've been giving it some thought. I've been saving the money that Granny J's been paying me, so I've started looking in the paper for a car, but I really should also be looking for a place to stay. It's great to stay with Granny J and Charlie but I really should be giving Charlie his privacy back. But I can't afford both a car and a place to live. The college scholarship doesn't provide for housing expenses since it's only for area kids. Kevyn said I could live here when he helped me to apply…" "Why don't you move in with us?" I asked, interrupting him. "Kevyn and Bastian both like you, and I'd love to have you living with me. I love spending weekends with you but it's getting harder and harder to say goodbye to you each week when I drop you back at Granny J's." "What about Granny J?" "What about her?" "She'd have to find someone else to do the dishes, and I'd have to find a job here." "I'm sure you can get a job here and she can find someone as well. I'd really like you to move in Tristan." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure Tris. Bastian had asked me at one point if I loved you. It was soon after we met, long before we'd done anything physical. I told him that I wasn't sure. I was new to this whole gay thing, new to dating. Sure I'd read plenty of stories online, read articles and stuff like that, but I hadn't ever had a date before I met you, had never even really spoken to anyone about my feelings before I met you. And if it weren't for the fact that I had met you, I probably wouldn't have told anyone about me. Hell, I'd probably not even know about Bastian and Kevyn. I'd probably still be at the university, living with Jay and being horny and lonely. But you also have to feel comfortable with it. Comfortable with living with me and two other gay guys, one of whom is infected. I want to feel you fuck me without a condom, but I want us to both get tested and make sure we're both negative before that happens." Tristan's eyes started to water up and he wiped them but the tears kept coming. "What's wrong?" He wiped his eyes again. "You're the first person who ever told me they loved me. Lord knows my parents never did. Why they ever had me I'll never figure out. I didn't think anyone ever would love me, especially when I figured out I was gay. Thank you for telling me about Kevyn but that doesn't matter to me. Wherever you will go, I will follow. I love you too Justyn, I love you very much. I'll talk to Granny J, but I'd love to move in here, provided Kevyn and Bastian are still agreeable. " "I'm sure they will be Tris." I leaned over and kissed him. "I'm excited. I can't wait to be sharing my bed with you each night. But right now, I'd settle for sharing a shower with you. This sperm is starting to get cold. Plus we should wash the comforter as well." Tristan just nodded and got up off the bed. I got up as well. The dried cum was either stuck on me, or it stayed on the comforter. We both grabbed the blanket and pulled it off the bed. I balled it up and left it by the door, waiting to be brought downstairs to the washing machine. I took Tristan's hand and we walked to the bathroom. I was excited to have him move in and excited to be spending the rest of my life with him. The End |