Surprises From My Body 03 (Patreon)

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Chapter 3: Limits of Straightness

His mom's car was in the driveway when I got there the next day. I was hoping to get him alone, but anything would do. I had spent a full day turning over the events at the stream in my head, and there was a knot in my stomach when I remembered his final casual thought he mused out loud, "I wonder if gay guys are into that stuff we did." All I wanted was to see him in person, to confirm some weird sense of insecurity I was left with. 

I rang the bell and Rich opened the door in basketball shorts and nothing else, already turning back toward the stairs before I was fully inside.

His room was at the end of the hall on the second floor. I had been in it a hundred times. It looked the same as it always did, sports stuff on the walls, a desk he used mostly just to watch porn on his computer, the particular smell of his boy room and a recent cum rag always somewhere, not visible, but smellable. I sat on the edge of his bed and took off my shirt since it was warm, and he lay down next to me, and for about two minutes we just sat there the way we always had, doing our own things on our phones.

Then I said, "I liked what we did yesterday."

He nodded, looking up from his phone for a second. "Me too."

I watched his body for a minute while he couldn't see me. I reached over and grabbed his butt through his shorts, just playing with it casually. I didn’t even know if I was starting up another physical moment, but I just felt like doing it, and I never really had boundaries around him, so I did what I wanted. Regardless, my downstairs responded immediately to the handful of his glute in my hand and I felt myself start to firm up.

He looked back at me with a smirk.

"Wanna play the bite game?"

"The what?"

He sat up and explained it like it was normal, but it sounded a bit weird. 

“You bite each other at the same time and the first one to quit loses. Me and my brothers do it.”

We were sitting across from each other on his bed in our shorts, and I leaned down, bringing my face toward his body. He let me raise the leg of his shorts, exposing the soft skin of his leg, and I bit him on the inside of his thigh. I didn’t bite hard, just enough for him to know I would play the game with him. I could already see the idea of it. You didn’t want to hurt the one playing against you, so you have to hold back, even if you want to win.

He twisted his body around me, using some wrestling maneuver as far as I knew, and pulled my shorts down, exposing my ass. He got his teeth around a chunk of my butt, and it became a kind of tangled geometry from there, each of us repositioning to find a better angle, our legs crossing wrapping around each other as we made each other flinch, then bit a little harder. Our hands grabbed whatever was available to distract the other one. His reached through my legs to find my dick and balls and squeezed, making me flinch. I felt my blood flow increase further, and I knew he could feel it too. 

I found his dick next, pulling it as best as I could while my teeth remained on his thigh, even as the biting became less important than what our hands were doing, and then suddenly we were on our sides with our heads at opposite ends of each other, and our mouths were doing less biting and edging closer to each other’s dicks. 

He popped mine into his mouth and I lost it. The game was forgotten as I pulled my head into his upside-down crotch and put my mouth on his as well. I felt his body melt in my arms as I gave him the warm velvet gift he had already given me. Our mouths did what our hands had been doing, inexperienced stimulation, basically playing around and seeing what the other person reacted to.

Apparently, the sense of competition came back to him, because he randomly bit me on the dick at one point.

"Fuck!" I pulled away hard.

"Shhh!" He grabbed my arm, and we both went still.

Footsteps above us. A door. Then nothing.

I looked at him. He was already looking at me with wide eyes and then we both started laughing silently, making sure his mom or brother or whoever was home wasn’t coming in.

When it passed I was still half on top of him and neither of us moved. I could feel his heartbeat where my arm crossed his chest.

I had been thinking about Rich's last line from the day before since he said it on the sidewalk. I turned it over in my head a couple more times as we sat there. The morning in his bathroom came back to me, looking in that mirror, seeing myself the way someone else would see me for the first time. Rich looking up at me in the stream had been the same thing from the outside. I had spent my whole life in my own body without really seeing it. Rich had looked at my body like it was worth looking at. 

The second thought seemed to overpower the first thought.

But Rich wasn't writing anything off. Rich wasn't keeping a ledger at all. Maybe he just wasn’t that deep in his mind about it. That was the thing I was starting to understand about him.

I reached over for his nightstand without thinking and grabbed the bottle of lotion there. I knew it was his jerking off lotion the way I knew everything about him, from years of being close enough with him that I knew his habits.

"Do you wanna try something?" I said.

He looked at me, then at the lotion, then back at me.

"Like what…" he said, suspicious.

“Can I put it in your ass?”

He looked down at my dick, pink and throbbing. I saw the look in his eye. He loved my dick, and he wanted it, even if that didn’t register to him yet as a sexual thing yet, somehow. 

He took too long to answer, but I could read his mind. "Get on all fours."

He smiled a little nervously, and did it without ceremony, turning away from me and tentatively positioning himself like a cat.

I had only seen this in internet videos, but I got the idea generally. I lotioned myself and pointed it at his pink opening, pushing through my nerves and finding a pleasant sensation already between his toned glutes before I even pushed inside. I worked myself into him slowly, assuming this couldn’t be an easy thing on one’s first try. I had been giving myself a bit of personal experience in this area for a long time, due to the unpredictable nature of my curious fingers when I spanked it in the shower.  

When I finally pushed past the first ring, the warmth of him struck me, and I watched him brace for a second before consciously releasing his tension.

“That big thing is inside me right now,” he said, almost like a question, but more of a statement of shock.

The muscles in his back shifted under his skin as I held his hips, carefully adjusting his body so I could push in another inch. He kept his eyes down as he made sounds. I couldn’t help but push in a bit further than I probably should have, but he never told me to slow down. I found a rhythm of very shallow thrusting that worked for both of us, and I stayed there, and he pushed back against me like he wanted more, and I watched his body and tried to understand what it meant that he was doing this for me, what category he had put this in now that we were actually fucking.

The door suddenly opened.

I pulled out quickly. Rich flinched from the sudden removal before he even grabbed the blanket, which told me this had happened before in some other context, that there was a muscle memory in this house for covering up fast. He looked at us. He looked at the blanket. He looked at me specifically. I looked down to see the majority of my rock hard shaft sticking out from the blanket, and I covered it quickly, still in stunned silence. 

"I was gonna ask you to help me clean the pool," he said, leaning against the doorframe as a smirk grew on his face. "But I can see you're busy." 

He looked at me again, something between amusement and genuine admiration in it. "Big meat over here. You know fleshlights are cheap nowadays? You guys could have have my old one if you want. You don’t have to use each other."

He started laughing as he pulled the door mostly closed behind him, but not all the way.

I sat there for a second, while Rich looked at me softly.

His brother didn't realize it either. That was what I was processing. He had walked in on me literally fucking his brother in the ass and he just registered it as two dudes trying to get off in desperate ways, something that made sense to him. We had been categorized into some desperate horny male behavior that had nothing to do with what it actually was, and he had made a joke and left. And Rich hadn't corrected him, hadn't said anything, hadn't even looked embarrassed. Just slightly annoyed at the interruption, if anything.

Was that what this was to Rich? I couldn't really ask. I didn't have a way to ask that Rich would understand, and I wasn't sure I wanted the answer, and underneath all of that, quieter and more shameful, was the fact that I was glad the brother had seen. Glad he had clocked it. Something in me had wanted exactly that, wanted someone to know what I was carrying around between my legs. I wanted the acknowledgement. It was a strange toxic thing to feel in the middle of what should have been a private moment. 

Rich’s body relaxed, and he let the blanket fall. I looked at his bare skin, and his firm abs. My dick throbbed again, and my mind was brought back to the physical imperatives in front of me.

"You wanna keep going?" I asked.

Rich looked at me for a second. "Actually, can I do you?"

"Yeah," I said quickly, not even caring which one of us was doing it.

I laid on my back instead of facing away. I wanted to see him.

I had tried this on myself before, alone, fingers in the shower out of curiosity, never more than that. When he hopped up, lotion already in hand, and quickly pressed his member into me, it was different in every way. It was bigger, and stranger, but I got to watch Rich do his thing on top of me, and that made it doable. He was slow and careful, probably because he had just received the same treatment from me and knew that it was something that shouldn’t be rushed. I braced and breathed and watched his face while he found his way in, and his expression was doing something I had never seen on him before, some combination of concentration and awe, even stronger than the day before at the stream, his voice coming out a register higher than I had ever heard it, even when we were kids.

"Oh, wow," he squeaked, looking down at where his body entered mine. He kept talking but the words became more unintelligible by the second, just sounds that I could tell meant he was close already.

I felt him grow and pulse inside me.

"Touch me," I said, and he grabbed me immediately, his hand moving on me with curiosity, like he was studying me while he pressed deeper.

"Here I go," I said. "Cum in me. Finish with me."

He pressed all the way in as I felt everything in my body tighten and release, the orgasm different from every other one I'd had, coming from somewhere deeper and ringing outward as his dick stopped my ass from closing when it tensed up at the climax. I watched myself finish and felt him follow a second later, his grip on me tightening, his whole body going rigid and then slack.

We came back down together. He pulled out slowly and I didn’t like the feeling.

"Wow," he said. "That felt like I was having sex."

"That was sex," I said quickly. I sat up and put a hand on his back, rubbing up and down. "That counts as sex, dude."

"I guess," he said. He looked at the wall for a second, not at me, and I watched his face for the realization I wanted to see there. It didn't come. His eyes were clear and unbothered and already somewhere else.

He looked back at me. "Want to kiss some more?"

I pulled him over me and let that be the answer.

I was starting to understand something about Rich that I didn't have words for yet. He would do anything. He would follow wherever I led and meet me there completely, with his whole body and his whole attention, and it would feel like the most real thing in the world while it was happening. And then it would be over and his eyes would go clear and he would be Rich again, unbothered by anything, no anxiety, nothing challenging his world view of his view of himself.

He walked me out when I left, the two of us coming down the stairs into the front hall. His brother was in the kitchen doorway with a glass of something, watching us come down.

"Tell your boyfriend to come help me with the pool next time," he said to me when I rounded the corner.

Rich laughed in a genuine way, like the phrase didn’t bother him at all. He honestly thought it was funny to suggest we were “boyfriends”. He opened the front door for me and leaned against it.

"Bye, babe," he said, grinning.

"Fags," the brother said from the kitchen, already turning away.

We all laughed as I waved a hand and turned to leave. The brother thought it was absurd. Rich thought it was a funny bit. I was the only one in the room who knew it wasn't a bit at all, and I laughed anyway, feeling like the smartest guy in the room.