Florida USA
Part 3

It was after midnight when Greg came into my room and asked me if I was OK. I was sitting at the comp wondering if I should email Kyle.

"Writer's block, huh?" my bro asked as he studied the screen.

"I just don't wanna send Kyle some lamo email about my probs. Anyway, he's got enough probs of his own."

"He's your bud. He wouldn't mind if you dumped your troubles on him."

"I guess not. But what's he gonna say? That everything's gonna be OK? That's what everybody says 'cause they don't know the answers. They just wanna cheer you up."

"I saw Lindy tonight."

"She told you, huh?"

"Yeah. She's right, Daniel. This whole Paul and Cindy thing will blow over before you know it. So why don't you just try to forget it?"

"Yeah, right. Like how?" Dumb question. When I took my eyes away from the comp screen, I saw Greg's boner sticking outa the fly of his shorts, just inches from my face.

"You wanna blow me?"

"You figure that's gonna solve the prob, huh?"

"Maybe not yours," he grinned, "but it'll sure solve mine."

I took a moment or two to examine the cool shape of my bro's awesome throbber... the smoothness of its length; the high ridge that surrounded the rear of its sculpted head; the pisshole that promised a truckload of his delicious juice. But while the damn thing looked just so fucking tempting, it also made me realize just how addicted I was to cocks. "You're not helping, bro."

"Either are you. I don't want you to change."

"Why? 'Cause you won't get any more blow jobs?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "But that's not the only reason. You've gotta understand something, Daniel. Everybody likes you 'cause you're you. So what are you gonna do? Become somebody else? Make a whole bunch of new friends and fuck the rest of us off? Huh?"

I remained seated on the chair as I sent my lips over the bulbous head of his throbber, then down its length 'til I could smell the spicy aroma of his crotch. Having Greg's boner in my mouth was one of the great pleasures of my life. And I loved his exotic flavor.

Pretty soon, he had his hands gripping each side of my head as he fucked my face... sliding his monster back and forth between my lips, and filling my mouth with the salty taste of his pre-cum. There was no denying it... I loved to please him; to be the focus of his masculinity; to have his feral teen meat thrashing about in my mouth; to wrap my tongue around his sensitive swollen knob knowing that I was sending him to seventh heaven.

And I loved to hear him repeat my name as he slammed his balls against my chin with each aggressive thrust. "Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. Oh, fuck! Daniel! Oh, Jesus. This is just soooo fucking awesome!"

The moment his fingers dug into my scalp, I knew what was coming... but not how much. It was a total fucking flood of thick sticky boy juice... gallons of the damn stuff! And each time his boner thumped against the roof of my mouth, another explosion of jizz would erupt, keeping my Adam's Apple bouncing up and down like it was on some kinda hyperactive trampoline as I tried desperately to swallow every last drop.

At last, he held my face to his small patch of scented black pubes and sighed, "Thanks, bro. Thanks a million. You are just sooo fucking good at that. The best. Whoa! Da bomb, man!"

After Greg's still-hard, spit-covered boner had slid outa my mouth, I used my thumb and forefinger to squeeze its knob, and force the last shiny blob of his cum outa his rose-colored pisshole. Then I licked it off.

"Don't ever change, Daniel. Please don't ever change."

"You wanna blow me now?"

"I'm straight, Daniel. You know I don't blow guys."

"So I should ask you not to change, too? Huh?"

"Would you want me to?"

"No," I admitted with a shrug, regretting my sarcasm. "I don't want you to change. I like you just the way you are. But it's all so damn confusing. I dig blowing you, honest I do. But who am I? A guy who likes sucking his bro's dick? Will I still be doing it in ten years?"

"You're asking q's I don't have answers to, man. All I know is what's happening now, and I dig it. Your lips are fucking magic, bro. Fucking magic. Woohoo!"

"I'm glad you're pleased. I really like pleasing you. Weird, huh? But it's true. I get off by getting you off. Besides," I added as my hands wandered over his muscular, smooth chest, and my fingers felt the hardness of his ripe, brown nipples, "you've got an awesome bod, Greg. It's just so damn funky. So damn smooth. Your skin is just too fucking awesome for words."

"You want me to jack you?"

"Can I lick your ass while you're doing it?"

"I don't understand you, Daniel. It's like you're lowering yourself, bro. It's my ass for fuck sake! You're way too good for that!"

"Hey, I dig your ass. OK? It's fucking cute. So let me decide."

"No way I'd never lick anybody's ass... not even a girl's."

"Come to think of it... yeah... I guess asses aren't all that lickable. Well, not most. But yours is. Anyway, you like it."

It was true. Greg loved having his rosebud licked. And he loved being blown. Fucking hell. Why wouldn't he? He gave me a kinda sheepish grin, dropped his shorts, then invited me to join him on the bed. As usual, he parked his ass just above my face while he got busy down the other end, jacking my hard meat.

"You want me to describe it?" I asked.

"Forget it. I don't wanna know."

"It's totally cute, man. Pink in the middle, and sorta brown around the outside. I can see all the wrinkles. One, two, three..."

"For Christ sake, Daniel! Spare me the fucking details!"

"It's cute. And it feels all warm and spongy when I kiss it."

"I'm warning you, Daniel! I'm outa here if you don't stop that crap!"

"It's not crap, and you know it. How many other people compliment you on your rosebud? Huh?"

"None!"

"They don't know what they're missing, bro," I smiled as I ran a finger over it. "And it twitches! Fucking cool. You should see all your jewels, bro... just dangling right in front of my eyes... swaying back and forth. Woohoo! So damn hot! You've got such neat hangers, man. Totally perfect."

"Daniel! Are you gonna cum or what? My fucking arm is getting tired!"

"I'm just admiring your goodies, man. Don't stress. OK? Hey, imagine if we'd been Siamese twins joined in a 69 position. How cool would that have been? I'd be able to gawk at all your yummy goodies 24 hours a day. Awesome!"

"This is fucking ridiculous, Daniel. One more crazy word outa you and I'm outa here. OK?"

"Chill, bro. I love you, that's all. Maybe you're all I've got left."

"That's crap, Daniel."

"You got any juice left?" Without waiting for an answer, I took his semi into my mouth and began to suck. It felt so comforting to have his thick, warm meat in my mouth, and his balls straddling the bridge of my nose... and to see his rosebud winking at me from just a few inches away. It was cute despite his denials.

It was only then that I began to focus on what his fist was doing to my boner. My open hands found his globes, and started to explore them. Greg had an all-over tan. His skin was naturally golden and smooth, thanks to his Filipino genes. I wanted to tell him how beautiful his ass was, but I also didn't want his hardening cock to leave my mouth. I was in a warm, friendly place where I knew I was welcome, and I didn't wanna leave it. It was my security. Maybe my only security.

Greg's boner had become as hard as iron once more, and I could taste the sweetness of his funky flavor. Then I felt the rush. Every electrified fibre of my body was focused on my groin as my balls tightened, my throbber thickened, and my toes curled. Greg's throbber was getting pretty excited, too, and began to spit juice down my throat. It wasn't a big load, but it was enough. To have his juice sliding down my throat as mine erupted was totally cool. Brothers in arms. Brothers with a common purpose; to please each other; to love each other; to enjoy each other.

When it was all over, Greg grabbed a tissue and began to wipe my juice from my stomach and chest. "You could've made a thousand babies with that lot," he laughed.

"Babies?"

"Yeah... you know what I mean."

"I've got a feeling that's never gonna happen," I said as my bro threw the damp tissue into the wastepaper basket. "I don't think my tadpoles are ever gonna meet up with an egg."

"Hey, so what are you? You got a crystal ball or something? Don't gimme that crap, Daniel."

"You wanna sleep with me tonight? I could use the company."

"You can be such a little boy sometimes, Daniel. So damn vulnerable."

"Hey, it's OK if you don't wanna. I'll be OK."

"It's cool, bro. Kinda brings out the dad in me or whatever... y'know... a kinda protective thingy. Hang while I get my PJs."

"Fuck the PJs!"

"Just kidding, bro," he grinned. "But don't start getting carried away, OK?"

"You can trust me."

"Yeah, right. There's one place your dick is never gonna go. You got that?"

"Yep."

"So wipe that fucking grin off your face or I'll go get my PJs."

"Who the fuck's grinning? I'm just happy that you're gonna sleep with me, that's all. Are cuddles OK?"

"No prob, bro. You can have all the cuddles you want. Plus a few more. Make that lots more."

Greg was asleep within about ten minutes. I guessed shooting two loads of boy juice was about all he could handle. It was a pity 'cause I had a whole bunch of things I wanted to tell him while I rested my head on his warm chest... like how much I loved him, and how much I appreciated having him as a bro.

"You really do have a cute rosebud," I said as I listened to the dull pounding of his heartbeat. But he was fast asleep. Maybe it was just as well. "And I hope you never change either. I like you the way you are. Greg?" But he wasn't listening. "I wish it could be like this forever," I continued. "I feel safe with you... like nothing bad can happen. I can hear your heart. Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom. It sounds so cool, like a drumbeat I can march to. Why can't everbody be like you? So understanding. So loving. So caring. I guess I'm lucky to have you."

But my words were falling on deaf ears. I could tell by his breathing that Greg was in deep, deep slumber.

I looked at the rosiness of his slightly-parted, moist lips and kissed them gently. They felt soft and comforting, so I kissed them again, and again. Then I kissed his closed eyelids with their long lashes, the tip of his cute button nose, and his cheeks. After that, I smelled the sweet scent of his jet-black hair, and ran my fingers through those long, silky strands that were scattered over the white pillow like something out of a famous painting. I was looking at the face of a beautiful angel... an angel sent to protect me and look after me. My Guardian Angel.

"I love you, Greg. I love you so damn much."

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