Friends and Family

Have you ever been head over heels in love with someone you didn’t think would want you in a romantic way? Have you ever had that love become super complicated incredibly fast when you move on then find out they did, in fact, want you in a romantic way?

That was the way I felt about my best friend, Nicholas Davis.

He and his family lived next door to me for pretty much my whole life and it wasn’t uncommon for me to go wait for him at his house or vice versa. Often, we’d interact with each other’s family members while we waited. I helped his mom with dinner or helped his dad by holding a ladder still for him or handing him the tools he asked for while he was up on a ladder, or under a car.

Nick would help my little brother with video games nine times out of ten, but every now and then I’d catch him helping my mom frost a cake or helping my dad move something big and heavy.

I had a key to his house, he had a key to mine.

I knew he was at baseball practice. Mrs. Davis was at a PTA meeting and Mr. Davis was at work, so I used my key and went inside his house. Promptly kicking my shoes off by the front door and setting my bag down before raiding the freezer for one of Mrs. Davis’ famous fresh fruit ice pops — in my favorite flavor that she made only for me — coconut, pineapple and banana — only to find the last one gone.

I pouted and closed the freezer. Nick didn’t like coconut so I knew he didn’t eat it. Mrs. Davis would never eat it without replacing it ASAP and she would’ve left me a note if she didn’t have the supplies to, and Mr. Davis was averse to anything frozen or even cold.

I went out to the living room and found Nick’s oldest brother Gabe sitting on the couch in his underwear, with headphones on and eating my ice pop. My last ice pop. On a ninety-nine degree day with seventy percent humidity, the fucker. The television was silent as the image of a beautiful brunette with bright blue eyes looked towards the camera. She smiled and the camera panned down her nude body before she was guided to her knees by a hand wearing a watch that looked awfully familiar. I pounced onto the couch beside Gabe and he screamed and threw the ice pop at me as he shut off the TV and almost fell off the couch.

His reaction amused me, but more importantly I caught that last, glorious frozen treat instead of dropping it, yay!

I started eating the ice pop and tried to reach behind him to grab the remote and he pushed me away, “Jesus fucking Christ, Kat. Wasn’t the door locked? How’d you get in?”

I held up my key chain, “Your mom gave me a key.”

“Do you live here now or what?” he asked, a certain level of annoyance remained in his voice as his terror wore off.

I nodded, “Basically. You stole my last ice pop.”

“My mom made them. They are for family first,” he sneered at me.

I laughed with the ice pop still in my mouth before I rebutted him, “Do you have a key to the house?”

He grumbled and tried to take the ice pop back but I kept it out of his reach, with much effort considering he towered over me.

“I only got back this morning. None of them even know I’m home yet, so no, I don’t have a key. Mom keeps the spare in the same place she always has, though.”

“What were you watching?” I asked as I stood up on the couch and tried to climb over him to grab the remote while maintaining my claim on the deliciously creamy treat he’d already partially eaten and I was determined to finish.

“Nothing,” he snapped as he hit the remote and knocked it out of my reach again, “Why don’t you go on home? Nick has baseball practice today, right?”

I nodded, “What were you watching?” I asked again, a slight grin on my face as I’d caught a fair glimpse of a very pretty girl with her mouth bobbing on a dick before he shut the TV off.

“Never-you-mind,” he shot back and pulled me down to the couch to keep me away from the remote.

“I’m eighteen and you aren’t protecting me from anything. You know I’ve watched that stuff on my own and with Nick for years, right?” I smirked as his eyes got big.

“If you knew what I was watching why ask?”

I shrugged, “Your face gets really red and you puff out your chest when you’re feeling cornered. It’s adorable.”

He grabbed my wrist and retrieved the stolen ice pop from me and I let him, though I did pout about it. He glared and took a bite from the top. I leaned over and pouted bigger, batting my eyelashes at him to make him feel guilty.

He groaned and pushed me away, took another bite of the treat then sighed and handed it to me as he complained, “You know, it’s not fair that your eyes actually make the cartoon sound effect of sad batting eyelashes, right?”

I laughed and he got up, presumably to go and put some actual clothes on over his boxers. I finally retrieved the remote and turned the TV on as I unplugged the headphones. I was not prepared for it to be as loud as he had it. No wonder he hadn’t heard me come in. I was desperately turning it down from eardrum destroying loudness when he skidded back into the room, leaped over the couch, swiped the remote and turned the TV back off as he glared at me. He retrieved the disc from the player and turned back to face me.

I smiled sheepishly, “That was…”

He pushed me down onto the couch and held me there with one forearm across my chest, his hand tightened around the wrist of my hand that held the ice pop in it, “That was not for you to see or hear.”

“But I did and that was…”

He took the ice pop from my hand and pushed it against my lips to keep me quiet, “Not. A. Word.”

Now, I don’t know exactly what prompted me to open my mouth and suck on the frozen treat as he held it, but I did and his expression went from some mix of furious anger and embarrassed fluster, to conflicted but curious. He twisted the treat between my lips and pulled it from my mouth, allowing the icy treat to linger and melt on my lips a little as I looked at him.

Then he kissed me and licked the sticky drippings from my lips and tongue. I didn’t object, but I didn’t kiss back either. It kind of caught me off guard, to be honest.

I sat there looking at him as he looked at me. “Sorry,” he said as he sat up.

Once I pulled myself up into a sitting position on the couch I looked at the floor, “It’s okay,” I said, pushing my hair behind my ear.

Even without looking at him, I could feel his gaze on me. Turning my head only confirmed it. His cheeks flushed, but he kept looking at me, specifically my lips. “Don’t tell anyone about the video, please?” he asked.

“I won’t,” I said. My eyebrow crinkled as I contemplated things. He started to get up and I looked at him and said, “Can I ask you something? About, things like that?”

Gabe stopped himself and nodded, “Yeah.”

My cheeks flushed and I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling, “What does it… Umm…”

“Feel like?” he asked.

I shook my head, “No, not that. Just, ugh. What does it take to get someone to look at you like that?” I blurted.

“Like what?” he asked as he licked a drip of the ice pop from his hand before he looked back at me.

I motioned towards the TV, “Like how you looked at her?”

His cheeks flushed, “How much of that did you see?”

“Enough.”

“You want Nick to look at you like that?”

“I did,” until you kissed me, I thought.

“But not anymore?”

“I don’t think so? Maybe? I don’t know,” I sighed. “Never mind, it’s a dumb question.” I started to get up and he put his hand on my wrist.

“Hey, it’s not a dumb question, Kat. You want to know why I looked at her like that?” he asked.

I nodded.

“I cared about her,” he said. “She wasn’t my girlfriend, but we cared for one another, especially when residency shifts wore us down. I thought we might become more, but…” he trailed off and sighed.

“Is she why you came home early?” I asked.

He chuckled and nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, she left the program and didn’t even say goodbye, so I was upset and I came home early.”

“So, when you kissed me, it was just because you were sad and I was there?” I asked.

His forehead wrinkled as he thought about it, “No,” he said. “No, that’s not why I kissed you, Kat. But, I shouldn’t have done that for any reason,” he continued.

I moved closer to him as he looked down at the still melting treat in his hand, “Not even if I wanted you to?” I asked.

Gabe looked at me, his eyes darted back and forth, seeming to search my face and body language for an answer or a sign that told him to back off.

I bit my lip and leaned forward, not kissing him, so much as just leaning into his space, “Can I have my ice pop back, Gabe?” I asked as I glanced down at his hand.

While seduction was not something I considered myself versed in, he seemed to respond favorably to my request as he lifted the hand that held the treat towards my own. Instead of taking it from him, I put my hand on his wrist and pulled it towards my lips as I licked a drip from the side of the ice pop. Then, I closed my lips over the side of his finger, licking some of the sticky drippings from it.

His lips parted slightly as he watched me, “Kat… What are you doing?”

I smiled and sat back on my feet, “You know it’s going to be an hour or so before anyone gets home, right?”

He nodded.

“And, I have a few more questions about what I saw that you can help me answer, Dr. Davis?” I said.

He shook his head, “Kat, you’re…”

I tipped my head to the side as I watched him watching me. It was hot even inside, but being near him suddenly felt like I was inches from a furnace as his gaze seemed to follow a trickle of sweat from my shoulder down between my breasts.

“Eighteen,” I reminded him, “and very single. And going to college soon, so curious about what I should expect without four pseudo-brothers around to protect me?”

“And my little brother…” he started as his eyes lifted back to mine.

I sighed and interrupted his statement, “Has never looked at me,” I glanced back at the TV, “like that,” I said.

Gabe grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the couch. He handed me the ice pop then led me up the front stairs and down the hall without another word.

I had the gently melting treat in my hand the whole way, pointed downward, leaving little drips on the wooden floor every so often as I let him lead me to his bedroom. Maybe it was wrong of me to push given where his mind had been only minutes before. But, I could definitely think of worse people to lose my virginity to. That is, if he actually let it go that far.

He shut his bedroom door behind me then turned to look at me.

I felt like meat in a display case having just caught the eye of a starving carnivore. His gaze moved over my body and I couldn’t help but think that my carnivore was now stalking the case for a way in. I liked the way that feeling mixed with my trust of him and turned into this instant desire to let this encounter play out exactly how I thought it might.

He reached out to my hand and took the ice pop from me and put it against my lips again. I parted them and he rubbed the treat along the inner part of my lower lip. He watched my mouth as the frozen juice began to melt a little faster in the heat we generated from his arousal and my own.

It dripped down my lips and over my chin. It dripped onto his fingers as he placed his hand beneath my chin to lift my face to him, and it dripped down my neck and along my chest, barely avoiding the neck of my tank top.

Gabe was Nick’s oldest brother. Having recently completed his residency he was lining up opportunities to start a fellowship in Pathology. And those opportunities were plentiful for him considering he flew through med school with ease, earning top marks every step of the way. His heart, however, was set on continuing to work with the charity that provided him scholarships throughout his schooling. While a few prospects offered to pay back the scholarships he received to cut his ties and obligations to them early, Gabe enjoyed the work he did even if it kept him away from home for the majority of the year.

He spent months in various locations all over the world aiding in increasing access to quality care for people of little means. He trained under some top specialists while on location and felt the experience offered more training than any hospital could provide him. Then he spent months more helping the charity raise funds and connect with different schools and programs that could assist with their efforts.

When he did come home he was often disconnected from everyone else, keeping to himself except when it was only me and Nick around. He relaxed and he could goof off with us. I think he enjoyed that he didn’t have to be the genius, hard-working adult everyone saw him as while around us.

I’d always liked Gabe.

Being an easily enamored young girl, I’d harbored a crush on each of Nick’s brothers at one point or another. They seemed so cool, a philanthropic doctor, a fireman, and a race-car driver.

Nick and I both turned eighteen in January of our senior year of high school and our last days of school were nearing.

His brother Christian was the next youngest at twenty and had been racing cars since he was sixteen and working on them since he could lift a wrench. He was good, so making a career of it made sense. Christian was the show-off, always wanting people to look at him and admire his gumption.

Michael was twenty-four and had started on a volunteer fire fighting crew, but he passed the trial that allowed him to become a paid firefighter recently. He’s always been the savior. The one to climb the tree to get our ball or frisbee down without missing a beat. The one who taught us how to stand up to our bullies by being brave.

Gabriel was the oldest at twenty-six, classed a genius and advancing a few grades pretty early on, set him far ahead of his brothers academically even if not emotionally. He was the one that bandaged our wounds and made us laugh when we should have hurt and explained things in a way we understood with ease. He was the carer.

Nick knew him as the guy that finished everything he set his mind to ahead of schedule, the one he felt like he had to be in constant competition with.

Gabe had a great career because of that drive but it always seemed like he was lacking something. I never saw him smile on his own, only when others tried to make him laugh. Which was a sin because Gabe had such a great laugh.

His parents were so proud, announcing how he flew through his coursework and residency with ease. Then he started working at the charity and his parents seemed a little worried about him. He seemed to always be busy, even missing a few important holidays in recent years and they didn’t know where he was headed besides a fear that he would burn himself out at some point.

I’d heard his mom say she wished he’d slow down a little and make some time for a personal life, but, from our perspective at least, he was in constant go mode. Come to think of it, I’d never heard of him having a romantic relationship at all. Given what I saw on that video and his admission that he had cared for that girl, I was wrong on that. I wondered what else I might be wrong about when it came to him.

Gabe hovered over me and I looked up at him as he smiled. His lips came down to mine and closed over my upper lip, then the lower as he licked the sticky remnants of ice pop from it before he pulled away. He held the treat beside my lips, running the remnants of it across my lips until they glistened, a thick strand of melted juice clung between my lower lip and the treat he held just above it.

His eyes watched me intently as he pulled the ice pop away again and I started to lick some of the sticky fluid from my lower lip. His tongue slid over mine as I moaned and closed my eyes. Our lips connected and his hand slid to the back of my neck, rubbing it as he kissed me. He pulled back again, closing his lips over my lower lip, biting it gently as he looked at me, in just the same way he’d looked at her, even if only for a moment.

Fluttering in my stomach made me draw in a deep breath as he pulled back. “Is that what you wanted, Kat?” he whispered.

I didn’t do anything but watch him at first, my hands at my sides and my breath catching as my brain worked to process what was happening and whether or not I wanted it to continue. I tightened my hands into fists and some part of me was begging me to stop things from progressing. Instead, I looked at him and bit my lip, then nodded.

“You said you had questions?” his lips grazed mine as he asked.

My voice was trapped somewhere in my throat. I wanted to say something, but my cheeks were burning red and all I could feel was the drip of the melting frozen juice from his hand onto my shoulder.

Gabe noticed and closed his lips over the drip and sucked it from my skin then asked, “You okay, Kat?”

I nodded but my body tensed at the slightest touch from him. His hand moved from the back of my neck to under my chin, where he tipped my head up to look at him. My eyes were wet with tears, not scared, not sad, just that fucking wanting for him.

The ice pop pressed to my lips again and I drew in a ragged breath as I watched him, his gaze followed the cold treat across my warm lips. His lips once again came down on mine, his own moan sounded in the otherwise silent room as my hand unclenched from my side and came up to the side of his face as I began to return his kisses.

His lips pulled away from my mouth as he looked at me. Then he looked at the frozen treat in his hand and dragged it over my neck and across the skin above my tank top, I felt the sticky fruit juice melting over my skin and dripping down into the neckline of my tank top.

He closed his lips over my neck and licked the sticky juice from my skin. I inhaled sharply as his teeth dragged along the side of my neck, an involuntary moan escaping my lips as the contact sent a chill through me.

Neither of us said anything, I made no move to stop him and I was afraid saying anything, whether encouraging him or not, would snap him out of whatever lustful trance he was under and make him stop.

I wasn’t afraid of him. I wasn’t reluctant. I focused on the almost cooling weight of his lips along my burning hot and sticky skin.

I didn’t even feel him pull the straps of my tank top and bra off of my shoulders. I only felt the welcome cold of an ice pop sliding over the tops of my breasts before his lips kissed and licked along the sticky fluid line he created. He pulled my bra down a little, uncovering my breasts, and puckered the skin of my areola with the melting, sticky juice. The last remnants of it fell away from the stick in his hand and slid over my nipple then dropped to the floor below.

He closed his lips over my nipple then licked and sucked on it. I probably should have pushed him away or, you know, asked what the fuck? Instead, I brought my hand up from his neck and ran it through his hair, holding him against me as I stifled a moan and drew in a deep breath that pushed my breasts towards him. He smiled and kissed his way back up my body, lingering for a moment on my lips then leaned down close to my ear, “How much of the video did you see?”

“Enough to know it was you with a very pretty girl,” I said, my voice wavering with his closeness.

His breath was warm on my ear and the back of his fingers slid over my breast and nipple, “Did you like what you saw, Kat?”

I swallowed hard and nodded.

His hand slid down my arm to my hand and pulled it over to his crotch. I bit my lip and looked up at him. He smiled and guided my hand into his underwear and around his cock, “Have you and Nick done more than watch porn together?”

I blushed, “No. Not… not intentionally. I mean… I don’t think…” I stammered over my words and got flustered over what to say.

He moved closer to me and put both of his hands on my hips, under my shirt. That was when I noticed that I was stroking his cock without his guidance. My palm was wet and slid over the warm, hard appendage, rippled with a few veins, with such a light ease, even though my grip was decidedly not light, making him close his eyes and groan as he moved his hand to my wrist and whispered, “Not quite so tight, Kat.”

“Sorry,” I replied, barely even a whisper.

His lips pressed to my jaw, just in front of my ear and he groaned as my grip loosened a little but continued to stroke him, “That’s it,” he said, “just like that.”

He pulled my shirt up and over my head and I released him long enough for him to pull it completely off of me then slid my hand right back into his boxers.

He closed his eyes and smiled bigger as my hand resumed stroking his cock with a gentle pressure, “Are you dating my baby brother, Kat?” he asked as his hand slid under my bra and over my side.

I shook my head.

“Do you want to date my brother?”

Well, not anymore, I thought as I shook my head again.

His fingers slid behind my back and unfastened my bra, pulling it the rest of the way down my arms and making me release his cock momentarily again. My fingers grazed his balls as I moved to go right back to stroking him and he seemed to shake off a chill as he dropped my bra to the floor.

Then, Gabe ran his fingers over my breast, I held my breath and his palm and fingers caressed me then slid further down. They came to rest at the hem of my skirt, but quickly began to curve around the back of my leg and up my inner thigh.

I drew in a deep breath, “N-no, no, he doesn’t see me like that,” I finally stammered.

His fingers slid inside my underwear and along my outer lips, causing me to moan and squirm.

“Have you dated anyone yet?” he asked, his middle finger sliding between my pussy lips as his index and ring finger rubbed along my outer lips. A slight pressure towards my slit made me moan as I leaned my head back against his bedroom door.

I nodded and took a deep breath with my eyes closed, “Eric Riddle in 10th grade. Joey Masterson a few months ago.”

“Did they fuck you, Kat?”

I shook my head and his finger pressed forward as he spoke, “Do you masturbate?”

I nodded.

“With a toy or your hand?” he asked.

“Hand,” I whined as he pushed his middle finger inside of me and moved me closer to him by curling his finger and pulling me a little.

“Has anyone ever eaten your pussy before?” his voice became much quieter as he asked it.

I nodded, “Joey.”

“Did he get you to enjoy yourself?”

I shook my head and whimpered as he rubbed his thumb and index finger on either side of my clit. I stopped stroking him as my grip was tightening again and I was having trouble controlling that. He took the opportunity to pull both my skirt and panties off of me. They dropped to the floor and he knelt in front of me. My hands crossed in front of me, blocking his view of what he’d just uncovered.

Gabe looked up at me, his fingers rubbed the back of my hand as he grasped mine and pulled them away from me. Most girls my age were already waxing areas, but I didn’t. I just kept things neatly trimmed. I might’ve shaved if I’d ever even considered this a possibility. But, now, I felt a little embarrassed as he looked at me.

He eased that embarrassment as he placed a soft kiss on the mound above my slit. His hands slid up my inner thighs and lowered his lips to the very top of my slit. I bit my lower lip and brought my hands up, crossing them over my chest to cover me as his lips pressed to me again.

Gabe ran his thumb along my pussy, just along the outside, and looked up at me, “You’re very beautiful, Kat.”

My cheeks felt like they were on fire as I looked down at him. His hands moved up my body until they gripped mine and pulled them away from my body again, “And suddenly very shy,” he said, with a smile as he saw the flush on my cheeks. I glanced away from him and towards the floor.

“No snarky comeback? No,” he stood back up in front of me and tipped my head up to look at him, “attempt to push me to get what you want?” he asked.

I pulled my chin out of his grip and brought my hands up to his waist, “It’s easier to be bold when you aren’t the one on display,” I said before lifting my eyes back to meet his gaze.

Gabe smiled, “So make us even.”

I put my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled the elastic down, exposing down to his hips before I stopped and looked at him, “Is this just because you’re sad?” I asked.

“No, Kat,” he said as he stroked the backs of his fingers over my burning cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

I shook my head then continued pulling his boxers down his legs. I knelt in front of him and looked up, my lips slightly parted. His hand cupped my chin and lifted it, gently guiding me to sit up. I thought he was going to guide me up to the right height to suck his cock, but, no, he put his other hand on my shoulder and continued guiding me until I was back on my shaky legs.

His hand slid down my arm and cradled my hand, guiding it back to him as he kissed my cheek. A few guided strokes of his hand curled around mine made him moan and me whimper. Gabe’s dick was slick with something. A lubricant maybe? From when he was watching the video?

Once I had a steady rhythm, his hand slid back between my legs, parting my pussy lips with his middle finger then pressing it into me again and curling it towards my forward wall. He stroked me in a similar rhythm as I stroked him. Though, his thumb and middle finger worked together to make my breath catch as a tingle began to develop within me.

Gabe’s other hand stroked my cheek then lifted my face to him. His lips lowered to mine again, a soft press of his lips to mine as we both began to move our hips towards the other’s hand or fingers. I leaned back against his door, desperate for the extra support and he smiled as his tongue parted my lips and lapped along mine.

I fucking ached.

He pulled his lips from mine and he pulled his fingers from my pussy. There was a wet glistening on his middle finger as he pulled away from me. I watched him look at his finger, then looked back at me, “I bet you taste better than the ice pop,” he teased.

My hand stopped stroking him and he pulled himself away from me as he licked his finger clean. His other hand moved down to mine and he pulled it from his cock before he began to lead me across the room. I was smitten.

He climbed up onto the mattress and pulled me up beside him, “Have you ever sucked a cock before, Kat?”

I nodded.

“Joey?” he asked.

I shook my head, “Nick, a…a few weeks ago.”

Gabe smiled, “I thought you said he doesn’t see you like that?”

“He doesn’t. I lost a bet and he won a bet.”

Gabe tilted his head, “That was what he wagered? Are you sure he doesn’t see you like that?” he asked.

I nodded, “He didn’t know it was me and I didn’t know it was him until he said something. I still don’t think he knows it was me. I think we both thought it was the people we made the bets with.”

“How did you do?” he asked.

I blushed and bit my lip.

He smiled, “Good girl.”

Gabe’s hand stayed on mine as he lay back on his bed, “Come on,” he said as he began to guide me over him.

My legs were on either side of his head and my hands on either side of his hips. I thought he just wanted me to go for it, so I took the tip of his cock between my lips.

He pulled away and tugged on my hair, I looked back to him, “Don’t rush it, Kat. Take your time, tease, kiss and lick it, like the ice pop,” he said.

I did as he asked, dragging my tongue from the base of his cock up the side of his shaft, with my mouth at the head of his cock, I repeated a maneuver I learned with Nick and pursed my lips, unrolling his foreskin from the glans beneath as my lips moved over him. He moaned as my tongue circled the underside of his cock head. Then I felt his hand on my pussy, parting my soft lips as his tongue darted across my clit. I froze up for a second and he squeezed my thigh, “Keep going, Kat,” he said as he pulled my hips down closer to his face.

I got distracted as his thumbs rubbed along my clit and pulled at my cunt so he could taste me. My hips moved towards his tongue and he curled it over my clit, evoking a moan from me with my lips closed over the head of his cock. As I wrapped my hand around the base of him, he began moving with a light thrust of his hips towards my mouth.

His movements were gentle, his fingers didn’t poke and prod so much as they grazed my flesh with inquisitive caresses. They sought out the touches that would push my body to want more from him. He had to wrap his arm around my waist to hold me still once he got me wet enough to slip his thumb inside of me.

My movements weren’t as graceful or experienced. Nick had been easy to get off. He was a horny eighteen-year-old with zero experience and the lips of who he thought was the prettiest girl in our school wrapped around his stiff cock.

Gabe had experience in this, so he knew I was doing a horrible job, but he let me continue. I imagine as long as it was in my mouth, and it was wet and warm it still felt nice, even if the technique was less ‘savoring an ice pop’ than it was ‘choking on an ice pop stick’.

He’d already made my body tense up and tremble with a gentle series of licks as two of his fingers pushed into me and his thumb grazed over my clit. His tongue and lips made my breath catch and made me moan while I struggled to reciprocate the pleasure he offered me.

Gabe pulled me off of him and guided me to lay down on his bed. I felt like such a failure. He guided me back onto his bed. My lower lip was quivering and my eyes were glossy with tears.

He stroked my cheek and his brow furrowed, “Kat, Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head and he brought his lips down onto mine in a soft press, they held a thin layer of me over them. He pulled away from my lips and looked at me, “I need you to say what you want from me, Kat,” he said as he retrieved a condom from his bedside table. He opened it and rolled it down over his cock before his hands moved back up my body. This was happening.

My breasts fit snug into the curve between his thumb and index finger as he cupped me and kissed his way from my lips to my nipples. His lips and teeth manipulated the stiff peaks atop my breasts, first the right, then the left before he seemed satisfied with the view as he worked his way down my body.

With his hands on my waist, stroking his thumbs over my hips. “I… I…” I wasn’t sure how to say it. He seemed to catch on as he stroked his fingers over my stomach and made me tense and tremble under the tickling touch.

“Say ‘I want you to fuck me, Gabe’ or ‘Gabe, would you please have sex with me?'” he said with a grin as he looked me over.

I was biting my lower lip, cheeks flushed pink and legs spread on my best friend’s oldest brother’s bed. I nodded, “Please fuck me, Gabe?” I said in a trembling whisper.

He smiled, “What was that, Kat?” he asked as he moved between my legs.

I pouted as I looked at him and whined, “Gabe… please?”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me,” I said a little more assertively.

He settled himself between my legs, his hand on my inner thigh as he pinned my leg to the bed and began kissing my clit. I squirmed and he tightened his grip, holding me still. I whimpered and writhed beneath his lips, my hips lifting to rub my clit against his lips as he lifted his gaze to watch me react.

His fingers penetrated me and his thumb rubbed my clit while his tongue and lips found sensitive nooks along my upper thighs and around his hands as they worked my body. I moaned and arched my back and he began rubbing the forward wall of my pussy as he sucked and flattened his tongue against me.

My whole body trembled with need. He kept licking me, sucking on me, and massaging his fingers inside my body as my hips gyrated in sync with his rhythm, wanting to get off so fucking bad. Gabe watched me, my eyes were half-closed and my pussy throbbed for him.

I made the mistake of lifting my hips towards his mouth as he moaned against me, the vibrations made me whimper. I ran my hands through his hair and he fingered me and ate me until my body shuddered in his hands as a forceful spray of fluid left me.

I trembled and I tried to pull out of his grip. I was certain I’d just peed myself on his bed and I wanted to get as far away from him as I could.

He wouldn’t let me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him, “Shh,” he cooed as he held me to his chest. I cried and he stroked my hair and kissed my cheek. Gabe held me firmly in his arms as I struggled against him. It took me a moment to notice he was trembling too.

My cheeks still flushed crimson from embarrassment, but he wiped the tears from my eyes as he looked at me, “What’s wrong, Kat? Did I hurt you? Push you too far?” he sounded upset as he asked.

I shook my head and he kissed my temple, “Then why are you so upset?” he asked.

“I… I… couldn’t hold it,” I sobbed in a pathetic little voice.

“Hold what?” he asked as he tilted my face towards him and I began to stop struggling against him.

“I peed,” I said as I pulled my chin out of his grip and brought my hands up to my face to block his view of me.

He laughed and held me to him, “No you didn’t. I promise you didn’t.”

He pulled my hands away from my face and kissed the tears on my cheeks, “You had an orgasm, Kat,” he said.

Gabe looked me in the eyes, “Have you never had one before?” he asked.

“Not like that,” I whispered, avoiding his gaze.

He pressed the bridge of his nose under my jaw and hugged me to him, “I can give you another if you’d like,” he whispered back.

I pouted at him, “I didn’t pee?”

He kissed my pouty bottom lip, shaking his head, “You didn’t pee. You squirted, which is to say you had an intense orgasm that many women have trouble achieving. Would you like me to do it again? Because I would love to see your body tremble like that again.”

I nodded and he kissed me before he got back to work on my body.

My first orgasm with him, or any guy I suppose, was a trembling explosion of fluid, and so was my second, which came about much quicker.

With my legs still trembling from that second orgasm, he began to rub the side of his cock between my, very slick, pussy lips, “Can I, Kat?” he pleaded.

“I promise it won’t hurt, and you won’t bleed,” he whispered in my ear as the head of his cock rubbed against my pussy lips.

I didn’t get to answer him as we both heard the front door open and slam shut then Nick’s voiced boomed through the house, “Gabe? You here? I saw your car outside! Gabe?” as the clatter of Nick’s baseball gear landed somewhere near the front door.

Gabe was near tears as he looked me over, realizing he wasn’t going to get to continue with me. “Fuck, get in the closet,” he urged as he jumped off the bed and grabbed a nearby pair of jeans, tucking away a condom covered erection that looked painful.

I grabbed my clothes from the floor and fell into the closet right before Nick barged into his older brother’s bedroom.

I heard Gabe snap, “You should always knock on someone’s door before busting in like that,” the frustration and annoyance were impossible to hide in his voice.

Nick sounded hurt as I heard his voice grow fainter “Sorry, I haven’t seen you in months, I got excited when I saw your car…”

Nick’s voice faded and I hoped Gabe had led him far enough away for me to sneak out of the house unnoticed.

I made it out of Gabe’s closet and threw my clothes back on, except my panties, which I couldn’t find. With great effort I moved across the floor, being careful to not make much noise as I got to the door and opened it just enough for me to squeeze through. It has always squeaked and I was trying my best to avoid Nick hearing that.

I tiptoed my way down the hall, to the top of the stairs, where I thought I’d be able to sneak down and sneak out of the house.

Then I heard Nick talking to Gabe, “Hey, did you see Kat? Her shoes and backpack are by the front door.”

Gabe choked on something that sounded liquidy, “No… No… I haven’t seen her. I’ve been up in my room since I got in though… Maybe she’s in your room?” he offered.

I crept back down the hall and went into Nick’s room then lay down on his bed, pretending to be asleep. I heard them both coming up the stairs. My heart raced a little as Nick’s bedroom door opened. I wasn’t certain what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t what I heard.

Nick’s voice was quiet, whispering to his older brother, “How do you know if you’re in love with someone?”

Gabe stammered a little, “I-I’m not sure. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve never had a long-term girlfriend.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been with people, right? How’d you know when to make a go of it and when to back off?” Nick asked.

Gabe sighed, “Do you want to make a go of things with Kat?”

“I’ve been thinking about things. We graduate in a few weeks. By the end of summer, we are going to be about 600 miles apart at different colleges. Is it unfair to try for a relationship now? Do I wait until after college and risk her finding someone else in the meantime? Would it ruin our friendship if it didn’t work out?”

“Maybe, maybe and probably,” Gabe said in a short tone. “I thought you didn’t like her like that?”

Nick chuckled, “I’ve tried to work up the nerve for the past two years. We’ve been best friends since preschool. I’d never thought of her any other way until she was so excited when Eric asked her to go to prom with him. He was a senior and she was the only tenth grader to go. I didn’t go to sleep until after he dropped her back off at home that night.”

I hadn’t known that.

Nick came over and sat on his bed, shaking me to wake me from the nap I was faking. I opened my eyes and smiled. He smiled back at me, “You staying for dinner?” he asked.

I nodded.

He looked back over to Gabe, “Chinese or pizza?”

Gabe sighed, “Both are horrendously unhealthy but if I have to choose, then pizza I suppose, but you have to have a salad with it, deal?”

Nick groaned, “Fine. What do you say, Kat?”

“Pizza sounds good.”

“And salad,” Gabe said.

“And salad,” I repeated.

The three of us went downstairs and things were awkward between me and Gabe as we each stole glances at one another from time to time. Their mom and dad came home later, both exhausted from their respective long days.

We all laughed and had a great time at dinner. I asked Mr. and Mrs. Davis if I could spend the night on their couch, with my parents’ permission of course, but they said I could sleep in either Chris’s or Mike’s room instead since no one was using either one.

Now, here’s where the issue came up. Mr. and Mrs. Davis’ suite was on the first floor of the house. Upstairs were four bedrooms, two on either side of the hall and each pair of bedrooms had a bathroom between them.

On one side of the hall were Gabe and Mike’s rooms. On the other side were Nick and Chris’ rooms. I had to stay in Chris’ room or it might look odd because of the shared bathroom. But I kinda wanted to stay in Mike’s room to continue where Gabe and I had to end things.

While Nick was looking for a shirt for me to sleep in, I went to the kitchen and helped Gabe with the dishes once Mr. and Mrs. Davis went to bed, “I couldn’t find my panties,” I whispered, “they’re still in your room somewhere.”

“I’ll look for them. Do you… ” he started to say something else to me but the sound of Nick running down the stairs stopped him and made him take a couple of steps away from me. I leaned my back against the counter so I’d be facing Nick when he came in.

“Here,” Nick said as he tossed a shirt to me. “We watching a movie after?”

Gabe nodded, “Yeah. Why don’t you and Kat go pick something out together?”

We found a crappy horror movie we could stream and then got ready for bed. Gabe came out of the kitchen as Nick and I got settled on the couch together. I had my head on Nick’s lap and Gabe came over and lifted my feet onto his lap. Nick twirled his finger in my hair as the movie played.

Gabe kept stealing glances at me,– he seemed upset at Nick’s attention towards me. I gave him an apologetic look and he half-smiled at me and squeezed my foot, he seemed like he wanted to run his hand up my leg but stopped at my ankle. I turned onto my back and swayed my knees back and forth.

The corners of Gabe’s lips turned up into a slight smile as he shifted on the couch. I scooted down on the couch a little until I could put my heels on Gabe’s inner right thigh and pushed my toes under the other one, resting my foot between his legs. When I flexed my left foot I could feel his cock through his pants.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as I rubbed him. His hand slid down between my feet and pulled the one closest to him tighter against his cock.

It was a Friday night, which meant none of us had to be up in the morning, except Mr. and Mrs. Davis. I was trying to stay awake later than Nick, but I fell asleep halfway through the third movie. Nick fell asleep within a few minutes of me, his hand draped over my stomach.

Gabe woke Nick up and told him to help get me to bed by opening Chris’s bedroom door for him, then he leaned down and picked me up. I draped my arms around Gabe’s neck as he carried me up the stairs to Chris’s room with Nick right in front of us. Nick opened the door to Chris’s room and pulled the blanket and sheet down. My friend helped his older brother guide me into the bed. With what seemed like great reluctance, Gabe walked away as Nick pulled the blankets up over me then followed his brother.

Gabe waited at the door for Nick and stopped him. I hadn’t fallen back to sleep yet, so I watched through partially closed eyes and listened.

Gabe looked at Nick and put his hand on his youngest brother’s shoulder, “I don’t think making a go of it now is the right move. It will hurt your friendship because one of you is bound to break the other’s heart at college. You should wait.”

Nick looked at Gabe, “I thought you might say that,” he said as he pushed past him and back towards his own room.

Gabe looked back at me then shut the door and left me to fall back to sleep.

It was at least half an hour before I fell asleep again. Then I woke up with a gentle nudge from Gabe as he sat on the bed. I scooted over and he laid down facing me. He seemed worried and kept looking over at the bathroom door.

“What happened today can’t happen again, you know that right?” he asked.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because Nick said he wants to be with you and I should have known better. Instead, I was thinking with my dick, which was very excited by you,” he said.

I shrugged, “It’s not like your brother has some sort of claim on me.”

He reached over to me and ran the back of his hand over my cheek, “I’m not going to be the one to break his heart though. He’s my baby brother and I can’t hurt him like that.”

I leaned over and kissed him. His brow furrowed and he seemed very reluctant but he pulled away, “I can’t, Kat. No matter how much I want to, or how attractive I find you, you were always meant to be with Nick, and I can’t push…” I stroked him through his boxers and he whimpered. He was near tears as he looked at me, “Please stop?”

I pulled my hand away from him and nodded. He stroked my cheek then seemed to force himself to stand up. He hadn’t gotten more than a step away from the bed when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

Gabe climbed under the bed in a hurry and Nick came into the room before I could say anything. He climbed into the bed with me and stroked my hair, “Were you awake earlier? When I was talking to Gabe by my bedroom?”

“Does it matter?” I asked.

He nodded, “It kinda does. Did you hear what I asked him?”

“Yeah. Like you said though, at the end of summer we go opposite ways. Is it worth risking our friendship?” I looked at him, the moonlight shone through the window, illuminating each of us in soft light.

He leaned over and kissed me and I pulled away. His hand stroked my upper thigh under the blanket and my breath caught as I thought about Gabe under the bed at that moment. I took a deep breath and pushed him away, “Stop,” I more begged than said it.

He kissed me again and started to climb over me. I grabbed his hand and kept him pushed away from me a little, “Nick, I said stop, please?”

He lay down next to me and sighed, “So this is a no then?”

I shook my head, “It’s not a no. It’s an ‘I don’t know.’ I love being a part of your life, but we’re eighteen and still learning what that means. I don’t think we should move too fast and end up regretting it. I love our friendship. I love how well we work together. And, I do love you. I just… I want to know it’s the right thing for us to do and not something we do because it’s expected of us.”

He nodded and leaned towards me, whispering, “Did you say the same to Gabe?”

I pulled away and looked him over, unable to hide the surprise on my face. He looked hurt as he pulled the panties I couldn’t find out of the pocket of his pajama pants, “They caught under his door and I saw them when I came up to get you a shirt to sleep in,” he said.

I stammered, “I-I…” I didn’t know what to say or how to defend myself and my actions. “I didn’t think you…I never thought that you…”

“Was interested in you?” he finished.

I nodded, tears were lingering at the corners of my eyes as I looked him over, “I like him, Nick,” I said.

He sighed, “I saw him come in here tonight. Is that why you wanted to stay over? The way you two avoided touching each other, the way he kept looking at you tonight… your foot between his legs… him carrying you up here… I’m guessing my coming home when I did interrupted things between you two?”

I nodded again, wiping the tears from my cheeks, “I was hiding in his closet when you came into his room,” I said. “I teased him, I didn’t think it through beyond trying to get my ice pop back from him.”

Gabe climbed out from under the bed and gave me a reprieve from trying to explain myself, “I made the advances, not her. I didn’t come in here tonight to continue things. I came in here to stress that how you feel matters more to me than what I want,” he turned his attention to me, “I made a grave mistake in pushing for things to progress as far as they did. I hope you both can forgive me?”

Nick looked at me. I was still wiping tears from my cheeks, Gabe noticed and looked sorrowful at not being able to wipe them away, but now it wasn’t so much about hurting my friend as it was confusion.

I liked Gabe. I liked Nick. Both of them seemed to like me too.

Nick started kissing me again. I didn’t say anything but I didn’t kiss him back. I watched Gabe lower his head and walk away. I pulled away from Nick and pushed him back, “Stop, please?” I begged as I sat up and knelt on the bed, watching Gabe walk towards the bedroom door with his fists clenched.

I loved Nick. I knew I did. His lips were soft and his touch was tender as he grasped my upper thighs. So, I don’t know why it made me nauseous when he knelt in front of me and pulled my hand towards him.

Things were happening too fast and it was all so confusing to me. He lowered his boxers and put my hand on his cock and I pulled away and started crying.

I got off the bed and ran. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what I wanted. I felt a little scared of my best friend and felt used by his brother.

Gabe turned around as soon as I started crying and headed back towards the bed. I don’t know if he was going to stop Nick from pushing me any further or if he was going to reassure me, but he turned his attention to me as I ran past him. He grabbed my arm and I pulled free with a swift twist and continued to the bathroom, where I locked myself in with both doors. Nick and Gabe both sat outside of the bathroom door and talked to me, but I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure how to respond.

I listened to them, though.

Gabe knocked on the door and said, “Kat, come back out here and the three of us can talk things over. Nick knows he pushed things too far.”

Nick’s voice was soft, “I’m sorry, Kat. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I wasn’t upset about what he did. I mean, I should have been, but I wasn’t. The day before, hell earlier that day, I would have welcomed it without question. Now things felt more complicated.

“Kat, please come out of the bathroom? Look, you and Nick have something special. You two should give a relationship a try, you both care for each other quite a bit,” Gabe said.

I could hear them talking to each other, Gabe was not going easy on Nick, “What the hell were you thinking? She told you to stop, you should have stopped and walked away the very first time she asked. You don’t force it. She was obviously upset and scared. God, Nick, think with your head, not your dick!”

“Says the guy who was fucking my best friend while I was at baseball practice,” Nick scoffed.

Gabe sighed, “I didn’t. We didn’t go that far, not that it’s any of your business. I admit that I was lonely and failed to keep up a boundary that should have been obvious to me. And even if we had gone that far, if she asked me to stop, I would have stopped. I know mom and dad didn’t teach you any different than they taught me on that.”

I unlocked the door and opened it, “That’s not what upset me,” I scoffed at both of them as I wiped my eyes. “You’re both treating me like property without a mind of my own for what I want.” I looked to Nick and grabbed his hands, “Nick, I adore you. I love you. But you don’t have some claim over me just because we’ve been friends our whole lives.”

Then I looked to Gabe, “And you don’t get to dismiss my feelings because Nick finally worked up the courage to try and take our friendship further. I’m upset because I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I want. This is all new to me.”

Gabe and Nick both looked down to the floor. They were clearly brothers with similar mannerisms and habits, but they had distinctly different builds.

Nick had a light muscular build on a slender frame. He was only a little bit taller than me and our body shapes weren’t all that different aside from his wider shoulders and my wider hips. Gabe was almost a foot taller than us with a much thicker build. He wasn’t a bodybuilder by any means, but he was in great shape and worked hard to maintain it. Gabe had bright blue eyes and dark brown hair, Nick had the same blue eyes with dark blonde hair. Their lips were both full with a well-defined cupid’s bow.

“It’s not fair,” I said as I looked between them. “It’s not fair that you both get to put a stop to something I want just because you’re brothers and you have some weird honor thing going on over me.”

Nick looked at me, “I love you, Kat,” he said.

“And I love you,” I said. “But not once, until now, have you ever made me feel like you saw me as a woman. I was always just your friend. So I grew up and I gave up on the idea of us and you don’t get to just dangle it in front of me because you’re jealous that your brother actually made that move towards me.”

My gaze turned to Gabe, “And I don’t want to end things. I felt good with you, this afternoon. Not just physically, but in general. I felt seen and heard. I don’t want that to end.”

Nick scoffed, “So you want my brother instead of me, then?” he asked.

My gaze didn’t leave Gabe’s and I nodded, “Yeah,” I said before turning my gaze back to Nick. My brow furrowed as I looked him over, “and I’m allowed to make that choice even if it hurts you, Nick. I love you so much. I’ve stepped aside so many times for you to chase what you wanted, even when I knew it would end badly. I’m asking you to do the same for me now.”

Nick’s jaw clenched as I looked at him and he looked at Gabe. A deep sigh escaped his lips before he looked back at me and nodded, “Alright,” he said.

I looked at Gabe, “Alright?” I asked.

He shook his head, “I can’t do that to my brother, Kat. I can’t know he likes you like that and still go through with things.”

I nodded, then got up and went back into the room, where I proceeded to pull off the shirt Nick gave me to sleep in and started pulling my tank top, which was now stiff at the neckline with dried fruit juice, and skirt back on. Both brothers came over to me and tried to get me to stop and talk to them, but I pulled out of each of their grip and pushed them away from me as I stormed down the steps and out of the house.

While I didn’t know where I was going, I knew I wasn’t going home. I started walking down the street and it wasn’t long before I glanced back to see Gabe following me. I stopped and turned towards him, “Did you flip a coin for me or is Nick still wallowing that I didn’t immediately fawn over him for finally telling me how he felt about me?”

Gabe glance to the ground, “We didn’t flip a coin, and he’s not wallowing. He’s upset, Kat.”

“So am I,” I snapped, “I wanted him and he didn’t want me, Gabe. It’s not just about tonight. It’s been the past year. I tried to get him to go out with me. He shut me down and started dating Tori. You think that didn’t tear me up?”

I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at him, “I stepped back so many times so he could…” Gabe came over to me and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I tried to push him away, I didn’t want him to hug me.

He kissed the top of my head and squeezed me to him, “You don’t love me, Kat,” he said.

I could, I thought. I stopped struggling against him and sighed, “Loving you never came up this afternoon,” I said.

He tilted my head up towards him and smiled, “But it should have. I should have known better. No, I did know better. I just got caught up in…”

I cut him off, “If I were any other girl, would it matter to you if I loved you first or not?”

He laughed, “That’s the problem, you’re not any other girl.”

He looked around and pulled me over to a nearby stone wall and sat on it with me, “This afternoon, you asked me how to get someone to look at you the way I looked at that girl…”

“You were in love with her, right?” I asked.

He nodded, “I was. She wasn’t in love with me. She never looked at me the way I looked at her and I knew she would eventually leave me behind, but I ignored that and kept things going until she was over our fling. I don’t want that for you.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” I said as I looked at him.

“I’m home for three months a year, Kat. You deserve more than a summer fling that blows in and out of your life on a whim,” he said.

“Gabe,” I said as I put my hands on either side of his face, “I’m not asking you to fucking marry me. All I want right now is for someone I trust, someone I care about and who cares about me, and I believe you do care about me, to fuck me so it’s not this beacon hanging over my head anymore. I want to be done with it.”

He pulled his face out of my grip, “And as someone who does care about you, I can’t do that for you, Kat. If you just want to fuck someone, go back to the house and go climb into bed with Nick because I have no doubt he would still do that for you if you let him.”

I scoffed and nodded, “Fine.”

He grabbed my hand as I got up and pulled me back to him as he sat on the wall, “Goddammit, Kat, you’re acting like I’m forcing you to fuck my brother.”

I pulled my hand free of his, but didn’t step away. Instead I climbed on his lap and put my hands on the back of his neck as my lips pressed to his and my lower body rubbed against him. My lips pulled away from his just enough to say, “You don’t even have to undress, Gabe. I’m not wearing any panties, you can just unzip and…”

His hand grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back as he looked at me, “Why do you want this with me so bad?” he asked.

I looked him in the eyes, “Because for a split second you looked at me like you looked at her and I want that again,” I said.

Gabe lifted me off of him and I was on the verge of tears as he stroked my cheek, “My brother is going to fucking hate me, you know?” he said as a weak smile turned one corner of his lips upward.

He sighed, stood up, then took my hand and began to walk with me.

We went back to his parents’ house and he took me upstairs and back into his bedroom. “Stay here,” he said as he walked back out.

I didn’t know what he was doing, so I sat on his bed. Part of me wondered if he only brought me back to get me to talk to Nick again. But after a few minutes, Gabe came back into the room, locked the door, then started pulling his clothes off as he walked towards me.

He came over and sat on the bed beside me, “I lied earlier,” he said as he looked at me.

“About what?” I asked.

“I kissed you because I was sad. I did more because it felt good to connect to someone again. So, it was about being lonely and I said it wasn’t.”

“So be lonely with me, then?” I said as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the corner of his.

He smiled and looked at me as he pushed my hair behind my ear, “You can’t take this back, Kat. The first time you have sex should be special and it should matter to you who it’s with. Are you certain you don’t want it to be with Nick?”

I nodded, “For a long time I thought Nick was who I wanted to be with and until this afternoon that was true.”

“Can I ask what changed your mind?”

I half-laughed and smirked, “When I gave Nick that blowjob, I didn’t know it was him at first, but when I found out it was him it didn’t change how I felt while doing that. I thought that was normal. I thought maybe I just didn’t like doing that. But when I did that for you I got upset that you didn’t finish. I wanted to keep going until you did. It felt different for me.”

“Are you sure that wasn’t just because you were doing it because of a bet you lost?”

I shook my head, “No, I’m not. But the idea of doing that with him again, doesn’t appeal to me. I think,” I sighed as I brought my gaze up to meet his, “I think I see Nick as more like a brother than a boyfriend. I love him to death. I can’t imagine my life without him in it. But, I also think he’s just my friend.”

“What about the other boyfriends you’ve had?” he asked.

I shook my head, “I wasn’t that into them. This afternoon with you? That was the first time I felt a real pull towards wanting to be sexual with someone.”

He smiled and stroked my cheek, “Are you sure that wasn’t just you getting caught up on it being a very hot day and how good that ice pop felt on your lips?”

I nodded, “Positive.”

“How?” he asked.

With a smile, I climbed off of the bed and knelt in front of him, “Because I still want to and I haven’t stopped wanting to? I think you know I wanted to while we were watching the movie together.”

My hand slid over his thigh as I positioned myself between his legs and looked up at him, “I think you want to, too,” I said.

He nodded, “I definitely want to, but I don’t want my brother or my mom to hate me,” he said as I began to stroke his inner thigh.

“Then we won’t tell them,” I said, leaning forward and kissing the tip of his cock.

He gathered my hair in his hand and pulled me up, “Kat…”

I looked at him, batting my eyelashes as I pouted.

His face contorted into a look of deep concern as he sighed, “Fuck,” he whispered as he let my hair go.

I repeated my motions from earlier in the day, long, slow licks up and around his shaft followed by a gentle kiss and lick of the tip before I closed my lips around him, pushed his foreskin back and began sucking on him. He got fully hard fast and I smiled as I lifted my gaze to him.