During the next few days Rich and I worked at the landscaping company together, but he was distant. We hardly talked and when we did, even at home, it was in short, cordial sentences. It was totally unlike Rich to behave this way, so by the middle of the week I wanted to have a talk with him. After work we got home, and our parents were traveling for a few days so we had the house to ourselves. I made some dinner and at the table I decided it was time to talk.
"Rich, is there something you want to talk about?"
"No, man, I'm cool," he managed between bites.
"Rich, come on. No one knows you like I do, and something's up. I don't think I have to stretch my imagination to figure out what that might be."
"Ed, can we talk about this after dinner?"
"We could, but you'll watch TV then bolt for bed. Rich, talk to me."
Silently he looked at me with a new face. He was worried and unsure, two emotions he rarely showed or probably even felt. "It's just that, I don't know...I've been thinking about what we did. I think about it a lot."
"I do, too, Rich. I think about it."
"Yeah, but you might not be thinking about it like I do, Ed. OK, here's what's going on: I am obsessed. When I jack off, I think about it. When I'm not jacking off, I'm thinking about jacking off and thinking about it. It's driving me crazy. I don't know if it's guilt or shame or what is going on with me. I just don't want to turn out gay. I am afraid of that I guess. There you have it, I'm afraid."
"Rich, did you consider that you might not have worked it out of your system? Think of it like this. If you never had a potato chip, and then someone gives you one, you want more, right? Maybe it's like that. Maybe a few times and you'll not want to do it any more. At least that's a theory, right?
"I see your point but this is a far cry from eating potato chips."
"Just relax, Rich. You're not a different person all of a sudden because of something you experienced. You're just you, I'm just me. And as long as we accept that, everything's cool. We can enjoy this summer. I fully intend to, and this physical experience can be a part of that if we want it to be. It can end there if we choose it to end there. We never have to experience it with anyone else if we don't want to, and we certainly can choose who we tell."
It was the last sentence that finally made Rich fade away the worry and I could see his mood change. "You're right, bro, we should like just do what we want and experience it if that's what's on our mind."
"That is my point exactly."
His mood changed on a dime. With a devilish smile he asked, "OK, so...how about now?"
"I thought you'd never ask. Let's do it on the living room floor."
We went into the living room, quickly stripped down and he motioned for me to sit in the reclining chair. Rich stood in front of me, his cock inches from my face. He knelt on the armrests of the chair and eased his tool into my mouth. Once again, I milked his delicious salty fluid with my hand and watched it well up on the tip. The tip was purple and the ridge was very well defined. I released him from my hand and this time I licked gently at the ridge, hands free, and let my head move to reposition my mouth with relation to his hard cock. I licked the tip, pushing it with my tongue so it would spring back toward me. Immediately afterwards I used my tongue to move it side to side. After a few minutes of teasing him I looked him right in the eye and plunged my mouth downward, not stopping until I almost gagged on his thick penis. Clamping my mouth down, I dragged my lips over him until the head slipped out of my mouth.
"That feels so good", he said quietly. "That is just so good, I love that feeling. I want to do it so you can feel it, too. You need to slow down because if you do it a few more times you're going to be swallowing come."
"Let's switch", I said. Rich leaned back in the chair and I moved closer to him, my cock once again wet with fluid. Rich extended his tongue and met my scrotum at its lowest point, tracing all the way to the tip of my penis. The feeling was incredible. I twitched with excitement as he continued to lick me as I had done to him. Like me, Rich took my penis into his mouth fully, this time even further than last time. His lower lip was only a finger width or two from the base, my pubic hair tickling his lips, mouth, and nose. He was groaning as he engulfed me time after time, letting my tool out of his mouth, and then swooping down again to reclaim it.
"It's time", I said. He knew exactly what I meant and lay down on his back this time. As I lay above him in an elevated 69 my cock slipped effortlessly into his mouth and deep within his throat. In typical fashion, Rich was excelling at what he was doing. I wrapped my fingers around his tool and licked hard and sucked on it several times. I felt the familiar twitch in my own cock but none in his. In seconds I dumped a monster size load of semen into his mouth. This time, despite his best efforts, a few drops leaked out of his mouth as he sucked and swallowed. His cock was rock hard now and ready to erupt.
"I want to do something else", he said, my cock resting on his cheek.
"OK, what?"
"Get on your knees and face me", he said.
He stood up and wanked on his thick tool. "I want to come on your face", he said. "Open your mouth."
I did as I was instructed, opening my mouth as I knelt naked on the floor. In my mind, I imagined the fallout if our parents had walked into the room to see Rich masturbating into his brother's mouth. Rich stroked his hard tool faster and faster and began to howl as strings of come shot hard from his cock onto my face, most of it on my tongue and face, but some in my hair and eyes. He came for what seemed like a minute as rope after rope of semen ejaculated from his penis.
My tongue still out and my eyes closed but burning slightly from leaking semen, he fell back into the recliner, sweating and panting. I managed to wipe away enough of his come to open my right eye. I was about to go to the sink when he said, "Eat that come. Wipe it from your face and eat that come."
I could feel a shift that I didn't expect. Rich was dominating me this time, instructing me to get on my knees and eat his come. I figured there would be no harm in playing along, so I swirled my fingers around my face and licked them clean.
