Going Bi – 6

Sorry guys. Been busy. Working as fast as I can but will probably be Friday before next installment.

I may have overdone this part. It’s basically one long sex scene. Sorry.

And if you aren’t into gay b/b, please don’t bother reading. You’ll be disappointed.

Oh, and thanks for the encouraging comments. They make it more fun to post.

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Alexander looked us up and down with a broad grin.

Tyler moved behind me, peeking over my shoulder but it was too late to hide.

“You gay, Brock?” Alexander asked coming closer with the butter.

“Damn it, Alexander!” I said. “You can’t say anything to anybody. You know my dad. He’d kill me.”

Alexander laughed — that kind of laugh Jamaicans do so well. “No, man. I’m not gonna tell nobody, exept maybe my nephew. He’s your age and he likes. boys He’s pretty like you.”

“No one, PLEASE?” I said.

“We’re cool,” Alexander assured me, clapping a large hand on my shoulder. His eyes dropped down my body. “Uh-uh! uh-uh!” he exclaimed. “You’re one hot white boy.” He peeked around my side. Who is your friend? Is that Jason’s friend Tyler behind you? Let me see you, boy.”

Tyler hugged my belly more tightly.

“Oh, c’mon,” Alexander encouraged. “Let me see whatcha got.”

“Are you gay, Alexander?” I asked surprised.

“Bi, man. I’m bi. Lots of Jamaicans are bi.”

Tyler stepped out beside me and took my hand.

Alexander stepped back and looked the two of us over. “Oh, yeah!” Alexander said approvingly. “You two should take some pictures.”

“You’re crazy!” I told him.

“No, seriously, man,” Alexander said, warming to his idea. “Use that new Sony camera your father’s got, and then hide the recording you make.” He looked us up and down again. “Oh, yeah. You be happy later you did it.”

“We’re not going to take pictures,” I said.

Tyler glanced at me with a lopsided grin, like he was thinking about it. “We could put the camera on a tripod,” he suggested. I glanced down. His dick was rising.

I’d apologize for kids being a little stupid back when I was young, because we did wind up doing the camera thing later; just not that day. How we got into that with Alexander and his nephew is another story. Anyway, after seeing all the naked kids masturbating or having sex on webcams these days, I see no need to apologize for how dumb we were. I don’t think the species has seen any improvement in adolescent intelligence.

Back to that morning — I told Tyler, “You’re crazy as Alexander!”

“You don’t need a tripod,” Alexander offered. “I’ll take the video for you.”

“No way!” I said.

Tyler shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“How’s this,” Alexander said. “I’ll set up breakfast for you in your room, and then while you eat, I’ll go fetch your father’s video camera and tapes. You know how to work that camera?”

“Not this time Alexander. Tyler and I are going to spend the afternoon together. Alone.”

“No problem, man,” Alexander said cheerfull. “We do it sometime.” He grabbed up the table and chairs and circled around Tyler and me to carry them into the room.

My dick had started to rise like Tyler’s. Tyler grinned at me and swung his dick at mine.

Alexander came out for the cart, saw us, laughed and stroked my bare butt. “My, that’s fine!” Alexander said and then took the cart into the room.

Tyler grabbed my hand and kissed my cheek while Alexander set the table. A moment later, Alexander came out with the cart and gave my butt another caress, then Tyler’s.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be feeling up the boss’s son,” I told him.

Alexander winked. “You ever want those dicks of yours sucked, you just let me know. Always glad to help out my boss’s boy.”

This was back when AIDS was new and scaring the shit out of everybody, and I didn’t think we’d be taking up Alexander on his offer any time soon. “Thanks, Alexander,” I told him. “We’ll keep it in mind.”

“I’ll make you my special body sauce,” he said. “Just the right spices in my sauce. Spread it on your dicks or anywhere you want to taste.” He winked. “Such flavor! You go horny-mad. I can tell you that!”

“We’ll keep that in mind, too,” I promised.

Alexander laughed his Jamaican laugh and headed for the stairs.

Tyler jerked me by the hand. “I’m starved,” he said, drawing me back into the room. I closed the door behind us, and locked it, determined that no one else was going to disturb us.

Tyler threw a leg over one of the chairs and pulled it up to the table. Since he didn’t bother to put on any clothes, neither did I. I took the second chair.

On the table were glasses of milk and orange juice. At each setting was a plate arranged with eggs, sausage, hash browns, and melon. Also on the table was a plate with slices of toast, and another plate with two sweet rolls, along with salt, pepper, a stick of butter, jelly — the usual, but all attractively arranged. Alexander had an artist’s eye when presenting his food. Tyler and I dove in hungrily.

With his first bite of egg and sausage, Tyler grinned. “I’ve never eaten naked before.”

“Jason and I did when we were little. My dad had to work in Eastern Europe for a while, and the nanny we had didn’t always bother dressing us after baths. We ate supper naked and we slept together naked. When we came back to the states, we kept sleeping that way. Still do. Naked, that is, not in the same bed.”

Tyler grinned. “Wish I had known you sooner. I bet you had fun sleepovers.”

“Yeah, right. When other guys spent the night with us, we slept in our underwear. We had to when sitters watched us as well. But when it was just us — naked.” I took a bite. “Actually,” I said as I chewed, “Jason and I slept in the same bed for a year or two after we came back to the states.