Tomasz was impressed. This was a convincing lie for Krzysztof to have come up with, on such short notice. A gift for prevarication, like homosexuality, must run in the family.
He just wasn’t in the mood to let his brother off the hook so easily. He gestured toward the incriminating evidence on the nightstand—the used condom, the tube of lubricant and the bottle of poppers.
“So the two of you just slept together, huh?” Tomasz asked. “All perfectly innocent. Two guys. Two buddies. Just sharing the same bed.”
“Of course. That was all there was to it. I can’t imagine what else you’re thinking might have gone on—”
“Oh, I know what went on, bro,” Tomasz scoffed. “I heard you guys. I heard you fucking. Loud and clear. The walls in this house aren’t all that thick, you know. Sounds do travel. And God knows you two studs were making plenty of noise last night. Oh, please fuck me, Krzysztof,” he said, in a simpering tone of voice. “Please fuck my horny cop ass with your big, Polish cock! Man! You really put the boots to him—didn’t you, bro? I bet his hole was sore when he woke up this morning.”
Krzysztof instantly became more than a little defensive and belligerent.
“You little shit. I can’t believe this. You spied on me, you dirty little son of a bitch!”
But Tomasz wasn’t about to let Krzysztof get away with accusing him of having spied on him—even though that was precisely what Tomasz had done. He knew Krzysztof well enough to realize that this was only Krzysztof’s way of trying to put all of the blame for the incident on him.
“Spied, my ass,” Tomasz jeered. “Who had to do any spying? I could hear you two going at it, from my bedroom, with the door closed,” he added, embellishing the facts a bit. “And all I could hear coming out of your cop buddy’s mouth was fuck me, fuck me! Don’t be such a hypocrite. You loved having your cock up his ass, and we both know it.”
“Watch your mouth, punk, before I shove my fist down your throat. We’ll see how you like that! I ought to beat the crap out of you, for talking to me like this.”
“I’d like to see you try it.”
“Oh, you think you’re pretty damn ballsy now, do you, now that you’ve—” But Krzysztof didn’t complete the sentence. He broke off, biting his lip and looking chagrined.
Tomasz wasn’t in a mood to let his brother off easily. “Now that I what?” he asked, coolly. “Now that I’ve found out you and your buddy, Nardo, aren’t just buddies—you’re fuck buddies? Now that I know he likes to take it up the ass. Now that I’d be willing to bet, you let him give it to you up the ass. Or what, exactly?”
Krzysztof glowered at him. “Bastard,” he muttered, under his breath. “Oh, you dirty little bastard, you!”
Tomasz smirked. “You shouldn’t talk about Mom that way. Although if it makes you feel any better to think that we aren’t really blood—”
“Shut up! Get the hell out of here and let me get dressed,” Krzysztof said. “I can’t talk to you about this any more until I’ve had my goddamn coffee.”
“I’ll make it,” Tomasz volunteered, as a gesture of conciliation.
He retreated to his own bedroom, threw on some clothes, then went downstairs to the kitchen and got the brew started. Krzysztof soon joined him—looking disheveled and grim.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Tomasz asked. “I’m having bacon and scrambled eggs. How about you?”
“I’ll have the same, I guess.”
“I’ll make it. And I’ll put some shredded cheddar cheese on your eggs, the way you like them.”
“Thanks.” Krzysztof sat down at the kitchen table and began to gulp down the strong black coffee. “I suppose we’d both better have a hearty breakfast, to get back our strength. I mean, after all the fucking Nardo and I did last night and after we kept you awake, having to listen to us.” He punctuated the statement with a nervous little laugh.
Tomasz relaxed a bit as he busied himself at the stove. If Krzysztof could joke about it, that was a good sign.
“I’m sorry about that crack I made about our mother. About us not being blood,” Tomasz said. “Of course we are. We’re the same flesh and blood. We’re brothers, always have been, always will be. No matter what happens.”
“Forget it. We were both kind of…excited, weren’t we? Guys say things they don’t really mean all the time, once they let their dicks start doing their thinking for them, instead of their heads.”
“Yeah, well, my dick must’ve been thinking overtime, last night. Listening to you two really got me going.”
“What do you mean, Tomasz?”
“I mean it turned me on.”
“Well, that sure as hell wasn’t our intention!”
“Oh, there was no harm done,” Tomasz said, trying to sound casual and surprising himself by how close he came to succeeding. Nevertheless, he hesitated for a moment before he went on, in the same nonchalant tone of voice, “You see, Krzysztof…it doesn’t really matter to me, if you’re gay.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Like I said…we’re brothers, and nothing can change that. At least I hope it can’t. I hope nothing I could ever tell you about myself could change that. Because…I’m gay, too.”
His brother stared at him. “You’re kidding!”
“No. It must run in the family.”
Over breakfast, they talked—more frankly than Tomasz could remember them talking to each other in a long time. Krzysztof calmly admitted that he’d been attracted to other men ever since he could remember, that he’d had a number of sex partners and that he supposed it was accurate enough to describe Nardo as a fuck buddy, the latest in a succession of fuck buddies. The two of them had been getting together regularly for sex for several weeks now. It might have started out as a casual thing, but it seemed to be escalating into something that meant more than just sex to both men.
“I like him,” Krzysztof admitted, with a sigh.
“You like him a lot. I can tell. Are you in love with him?”
“I’ve been in love with a lot of guys, at least while I was in bed with them,” Krzysztof said, looking a little rueful. “I guess Nardo’s the first one I’ve wanted to be with even when we aren’t having sex. But let’s not talk about me. I’m a little worried about you.”
“There’s no need to be.”
“No? Exactly how long have you known you’re gay?”
“I don’t know,” Tomasz replied. “Maybe I’ve always had certain feelings, ever since I can remember. You know, being attracted to other guys?”
“Oh, I know. I know just what you’re talking about, only too well.”
“But I didn’t really start thinking about it seriously and accepting it, until maybe a year or so ago.”
“And have you been sexually active?”
“Of course,” Tomasz bragged. “I’m not so bad-looking, after all. I take after you in that respect. I get plenty of action.”
“I hope you have the sense to practice safe sex. With whoever the hell these men are you’ve been tricking with, I mean.”
“Sure.”
“I’m talking about using rubbers, Tomasz.”
“I know what you’re talking about. I don’t ever fuck without a rubber. And anyway, it’s okay. I’m negative.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve been tested.”
“Where?”
“Downtown, at the free clinic.”
“Oh.”
“I’m not a child, Krzysztof.”
“Obviously not. My mistake. You’re growing up pretty damn fast.”
“And you? I mean—what about, you know…your status?”
“I’m negative, and so is Nardo. We’ve been tested, too. By our doctors.”
“Do you and Nardo ever, ah, fuck raw?”
“No. We’re extremely careful. We always use condoms, too.”
“Do you and Nardo take turns fucking each other?”
“That’s none of your goddamn business.”
“Why isn’t it? We’re both guys and we’re both gay. Why can’t we have an honest discussion about sex?”
“You may have a point there. Maybe I should have had this kind of a discussion with you a long time ago.”
“I don’t think you’re any less macho just because you let Nardo stick his cock up your ass—if that’s what you’re worried about.”
His brother squirmed a bit in his chair. “You don’t have to rub it in.”
“You look a little uncomfortable, bro. Is something wrong? Is your ass sore? You having trouble sitting down this morning?”
“You’ll have trouble sitting down,” Krzysztof threatened, “after I turn you over my knee and give that sassy little butt of yours a good spanking!”
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Apparently, you’re not just gay—you’re kinky.”
“It’s all Nardo’s fault. He’s a bad influence on me. He likes to—”
“To do what?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“Come on, Krzysztof, tell me,” Tomasz coaxed. “Like I said, I’m not a kid any more. I want to learn about all this stuff. How am I going to find out, if you don’t tell me?”
“Well, if you insist on knowing…Nardo likes to get into a little bondage and discipline, every now and then. Nothing heavy, you understand. Just a little harmless playacting, to heat things up a bit. It must be the cop in him. He likes to play this game he calls cop and perp. One of us handcuffs the other’s wrists behind his back, then he interrogates him and forces him to do things.”
“What sort of things?”
“Jesus, Tomasz, do I have to draw you a picture? What do you think? The usual kinky shit. Lick the sweat off the other guy’s body. Suck his tits. Sniff and lick his armpits and his crotch. Suck his cock until he chokes on it. Lick his ass and finally, get fucked, in one position after another. Like I said—just game playing.”
“Fuck. You guys are really horn dogs!”
“Well, I don’t want you to get the impression that it’s nothing but dirty, nasty sex. Afterward, Nardo always gets really sweet and cuddly.”
“I’ll bet he does! Um, he’s kind of like a big teddy bear, isn’t he? The bigger and the tougher they are, the harder they fall, huh? Damn—I’m envious.”
Krzysztof’s cell phone chimed. He consulted its display. “Speak of the devil. It’s Nardo,” he reported.
“Checking up on you, is he? So, go ahead and answer it.”
“I’ll call him back in a little while. I have to decide what I’m going to tell him, first. How much I’m going to tell him—about all this that’s just come down.”
“Well, you can start by telling him I know the two of you are fuck buddies,” Tomasz said bluntly. “So you don’t need to go on sneaking around being my back. That ought to be good news.”
“Yeah. But do you want me to tell Nardo that I just found out you’re gay, too?”
Tomasz shrugged. “I don’t care. He’s not the kind of blabbermouth who’s likely to spread it around, is he?”
“No, Nardo’s very discreet.”
“I guess he has to be, in his line of work. A gay cop! Jesus, I still find that a little hard to believe. Go ahead and tell him. I don’t care.”
“Then I will tell him. Nardo and I don’t keep too many secrets from each other. And he tends to be extremely open-minded.”
Tomasz snickered. “Let’s hope so. After all, there’s probably nothing worse than a narrow-minded gay cop!”
Chapter Six
Trying Something Different
To Krzysztof’s relief, his several phone conversations with Nardo during the next few days went well. Nardo was in fact delighted and intrigued, by the revelation that both of the Juroszek brothers were gay. The two men made plans to get together—intimately—the next weekend. With no further need to conceal their relationship from Tomasz, they looked forward to their rendezvous with even greater anticipation than usual.
* * * *
One evening during the intervening workweek, Tomasz got a phone call from Billy.
“My Mom and Dad were invited to a dinner party tonight and they’re just about to leave,” Billy reported, excitingly. “Can you come over here?”
“Sure.”
“If you leave now, they should be gone by the time you get here. But if you see their car in the driveway, wait until they’re gone. Just don’t let them see you.”
“I’m not stupid, Billy. I know the drill. See you soon.”
Tomasz grabbed his car keys and a hoodie and went downstairs. Krzysztof was in the living room, relaxing, treating himself to a cup of after-dinner coffee while he looked through the newspaper and paid intermittent attention to the TV with the volume turned down.
“I’m going over to Billy’s house, Krzysztof. Okay?” Tomasz knew he didn’t need his brother’s permission to leave the house, at least not this early in the evening, but old habits died hard, and Tomasz thought it would be polite and diplomatic to keep Krzysztof apprised of his whereabouts.
“All right,” Krzysztof said, without looking up from his paper. “But don’t stay out too late, okay?”
“I won’t.”
Now Krzysztof did glance at him. “You and Billy have been seeing a lot of each other lately, haven’t you?”
“Oh, not so much. We hang out together when we have a chance.”
“Is something going on between you two?”
“Such as?”
“Such as…you know. Something sexual.”
“You mean like between you and Nardo? Jesus, Krzysztof!” Tomasz had surprisingly little difficulty sounding amused. He let out a little laugh. “Just because you’re gay and I’m gay, that doesn’t mean everybody is, you know.”
“All right, point taken.” Krzysztof seemed rather uncomfortable. “I was just thinking out loud, I guess.”
“Billy and I are just friends,” Tomasz said, airily, lying as naturally as breathing. “It’s like you told me once—Billy and I have a little bromance going on between us, but it’s nothing serious. You’re still my only real bro, Krzysztof. And you always will be.”
“Why, Tomasz. What a nice thing for you to say. I’m touched. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Now get your ass out of here, before we both start getting all sloppy and sentimental. Have a good time.”
“I plan to.”
On his way to Billy’s house, Tomasz wondered why he hadn’t been truthful with Krzysztof. Given recent developments, there was probably no need for them to keep too many secrets from each other. Still, Tomasz found a certain undeniable satisfaction in having the upper hand over his brother for once. He had something on Krzysztof and on Nardo, for that matter. Krzysztof didn’t have anything on him. Tomasz planned to keep it that way, at least for the time being.
Less than twenty minutes later, Tomasz was in Billy’s bedroom with him, naked. They were on the bed and Billy, as usual, was busy getting their sex session off to a good start by sucking Tomasz’s cock.
Billy held the dick in his mouth at first, scarcely moving his lips and not using his tongue on it yet. Tomasz could feel the agitated, hot blood pumping through his cock’s blood-engorged veins, which throbbed against Billy’s lips. Billy was breathing heavily. Tomasz knew the feeling only too well. Few things were so arousing as the combined taste of another guy’s cock and the smell of his body.
Tomasz began to move his hips under Billy’s head, mutely telling him he wanted Billy to suck him. Billy held Tomasz’s thighs with his hands, then he slowly, teasingly pulled his mouth back until just the head of the cock was still between his lips. He drove his face all the way down on the shaft again.
Tomasz groaned with pleasure and his body began to thrust up at Billy more urgently. The boy’s warm, wet lips held him tightly and they slipped back and forth along his shaft, taking it rig
ht to the root with each downward stroke.
Tomasz knew he was hung big and his fuck tool was as thick as a clenched fist. It was so big, in fact, that it was hard for Billy to take all of his prick into his mouth like that without choking on it, but Billy seemed determined to savor every inch of it, to engulf himself completely in the solid mass of the other young stud’s flesh. Grateful, Tomasz let his buddy gorge himself on his cock.
For several minutes Billy’s head bobbed up and down between Tomasz’s legs, while Tomasz enjoyed the intense pleasure his horny fuck buddy’s hot mouth was giving him. His hands squeezed Billy’s shoulders and ran through his disheveled long hair, pressing his head down and holding it on his dick. At the same time, Tomasz reared up with his butt and struck his cockhead into the very depths of the cocksucker’s throat.
Pulling Billy gently off his prick, Tomasz gasped out huskily, “Wait, Billy. Let me suck you, too!”
Billy lay flat on his back and spread his legs. Tomasz twisted his big body quickly around in the opposite direction from him and climbed on top of him. He wriggled his knees down until his cock hovered just above Billy’s face and his own head was above Billy’s crotch. He gripped Billy’s cock and masturbated it energetically for a few moments until it swelled to rigid erection. Tomasz took it into his mouth and drove himself all the way down on it as recklessly, as eagerly, as Billy had taken him.
Billy gasped. Tomasz’s tongue began to work on him. Tomasz’s head bobbed furiously, his lips smacking with loud, wet sounds as he manipulated Billy’s cock in and out of his ravenously feeding mouth.
Billy lay motionless, his body tense. His tool swelled harder each time Tomasz’s mouth came down on him, until his cock felt like a solid bar of steel driving deeply into Tomasz’s throat. Billy opened his mouth and reached up for his buddy’s dick, arching his neck until he got the head of it between his lips again. Holding it firmly, he put both hands around Tomasz’s waist and pressed down on his ass cheeks, pushing the full, solid length of his dick into his mouth.
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