Going Bi – 8

Thank you for hanging in there with me, guys. Two more parts to go after this one, though it may be a few days before I can post them on here.

If you are not into gay or b/b sex, please don’t bother reading this. I can promise that you’ll be disappointed.

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Tyler and I pulled on our swimsuits. I needed to work off my agitation from another confrontation with Jason, so I took Tyler to the small gym dad had built for me in the garage. We worked out in our swim briefs and since we were young and recovered quickly, and since workouts tended to get me horny anyway, my dick began to thicken again. When I lay back on the weight bench for presses, it showed. Tyler pulled my swim briefs aside and fished out my dick. I had him reverse over me. When I pulled his swim briefs aside, his balls fell out, but I had to fish his cock out.

We sixty-nined on the weight bench, and one of those things that seem to simply happen when you’re learning about sex, happened to me. When I sucked in Tyler’s dick it started to go into the back of my throat and my swallowing reflex kicked in. I didn’t gag. That may not have been all I did to relax my throat, but suddenly I was deep throating Tyler. Admittedly, that’s not as difficult to do with a fourteen-year-old, even one with a thick dick. But what was excellent about my discovery that afternoon was that I was completely relaxed — no gagging, no trouble breathing. His balls draped my upper lip and the soft skin inside his thighs pressed the sides of my face, and I wrapped my arms around his waist and sucked as he pumped. It was mellow.

We ate supper, then lay around watching TV and talking. We had sexed ourselves out. When Jason came home, he went to his room. We headed to bed as well.

Tyler nestled into my arms for sleep, and we had planned to simply sleep, but naked body on naked body — we sexed again. Then we did sleep. In the morning, recharged, we tried more sex positions before coming again. I was grateful to Carolyn for teaching me that there were a lot of ways to have sex. Tyler had to go home that afternoon. We talked over the phone that night, but not for long. We’d had a good weekend together, and we were tired.

Jason was gone for his swim team workout by the time I got up Monday morning. I wondered if he was going to still be pissed when he saw Tyler. Maybe they’d be friends again. Maybe Jason would blame only me for what happened.

“Good morning, mister Brock,” Alexander’s deep voice rang out when he saw me come into the kitchen.

I groaned and took a seat at the kitchen island.

“Wear yourselves out this weekend?” he asked with that Jamaican belly-laugh of his. “I got a good breakfast for you here.”

I cocked one eye open — I didn’t always wake easy in the morning.

Alexander chuckled and quickly assembled a plate for me. He came around the island to set the plate and juice in front of me and gave my back a rub. He leaned close to my ear. “You want me to help you wake up? I got a couple more BIG eggs and a BIG sausage for you.”

I groaned.

“I can show you things,” he whispered.

“Alexander,” I complained. “I just woke up. Go seduce the housekeeper.”

Alexander laughed and patted my leg. “I like my ladies young and pretty, but I’ve thought about it.” He returned around the island. “I saw my nephew, Elias, yesterday,” he said. “I told him about you. He says, sure he wanna meet you.”

“Why?” I asked. “Aren’t you two happy together?”

Alexander belly-laughed. “We get very happy together,” he said. “That boy could teach you things, too.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t go see the Yankee’s game.”

“We did,” he said. He then proceeded to tell me about the game. Alexander was twenty-six at the time — I know because he’s ten years older than me — and he was really into sports.

I stayed away from Alexander’s kitchen for the rest of the morning, waiting for Tyler to call after swim practice. Jason came home, avoided me, and left. Tyler didn’t call, and I supposed he was still tired. I finally tried calling him, but his mom said Tyler was helping his aunt with some moving.

Alexander fixed my favorite dessert that night and tried serving seduction with my breakfast again the next morning. Without really thinking — slow at waking up, remember — I went down there in nothing but sleep shorts, which wasn’t all that unusual for me. When you sleep naked, pulling on sleep shorts is like dressing up. Alexander evidently got an eyeful. He was in loose shorts and an island shirt — he didn’t always dress in much of a uniform until supper time. Anyway, he got a boner, clearly visible through his shorts. He had a big one.

If you ever want to get into a gay boy’s pants, showing him a big boner can be almost as effective as getting your hand on his. I’d never seen an adult male erection before and certainly not a black man’s erection. Alexander wasn’t hung like some of the black guys I’ve seen in porn, but he was well equipped. Despite springing a boner of my own, I pretended no interest. I missed Tyler, and he was my boyfriend. I wasn’t about to go screwing around.

When Jason came home from swim practice that afternoon, I asked him if Tyler seemed okay.

“Yep.”

“Is he going to come over today?”

“How should I know? He’s your friend now,” Jason said, and left for his room.

I went to my room and called Tyler’s house.

“Jason’s really pissed,” Tyler told me. “We almost got into a fist fight today. He REALLY doesn’t want me around.”

“But I do.”

“Look, Brock, maybe we oughta wait until he cools down, or wait until he’s not around. I gotta help my aunt again today, anyway. She’s moving this week. We quit late last night but hadn’t finished. There’s a lot left to do.”

“You aren’t having any regrets about us, are you?” I asked.

“No!” he said emphatically. “Hell, no!”

I smiled. “I miss you,” I told him.

“Yeah, me, too.”

And,” I added truthfully, “I want your body.”

Tyler chuckled, then said, “Yeah! Maybe I can come over tonight when we’re done.”

“I can help you guys,” I offered.

“Sure!” Tyler quickly agreed. “But we can’t make out with my aunt around.”

“Of course not.”

“And, Brock,” He said, ” If we work late again tonight, well, I’ve got swim team in the morning and we’ve got a meet coming up.”

“I understand.”

“Brock,” he said, lowering his voice. “My mom asked me Monday why I was smiling so much.”

“You smiled a lot?”

“Yeah,” he said happily.

I sat back and smiled myself.



I was headed downstairs and out the door when I caught the aroma from the kitchen and turned for it instead.