A Fine Bromance

by Roland Graeme

  It was much more than an act of sex, though. Their passionate fuck seemed like a breakdown of all the barriers that some segments of society might try to set up between men like them. Billy had fucked and been fucked by several guys since he’d come out to himself, but with none of them, so far, had he experienced anything quite like what he was experiencing with Tomasz now. There was a sense of giving himself unreservedly. His partner’s response had a searing intensity that equaled Billy’s own lust. With each lunge of his prick, Billy felt more of his physical and spiritual essence going deep into Tomasz.

  He felt Tomasz’s hand beating against his stomach as Tomasz jerked himself off. Tomasz’s handsome face, contorted with passion, betrayed his wild desire, and his whole athletic body strove to take Billy’s cock and melt around it to form a single erotic entity.

  * * * *

  Tomasz wanted the fuck to go on forever and he suspected that Billy too, wished that were only possible. If only Billy could fuck Tomasz, be a part of him like this, stay inside his body like this, forever. But even as Tomasz framed the thought, nature took command and overruled him. He could feel a sudden, extra fierce pulsing in Billy’s cock. His fucker had held back successfully so far, but now he couldn’t last much longer. He had to unload.

  “I think I’m going to come, Tomasz!” he blurted out.

  Tomasz’s blurry eyes flew open and his free hand struck out blindly to grab Billy behind the neck, twist a thick lock of his hair around his fingers and pull his fucker’s mouth down to his.

  “Yeah,” Tomasz pleaded, hoarsely. “Go ahead and come! Shoot in me, you fucker—come in my ass. But kiss me while you do it. Kiss me while you come!”

  Their mouths met in a furious, bruising kiss.

  * * * *

  Only an instant later, Billy received the first hot splash of Tomasz’s sperm, shooting up at his belly and chest. He drove down into his friend’s body with desperate force and held his cock deep in Tomasz’s guts. Billy gasped then he too shot his juice, in wave upon wave of wet, molten liquid lust.

  Tomasz’s ass felt like a hot, wet mouth clamped around the shaft of Billy’s unloading cock, sucking it dry, determined to wring every last thick, salty drop of jism from its core. Billy’s entire body was shaken by the intensity of his orgasm. He fired his seed into the tip of the condom he wore on his cock. His body thrashed about on top of Tomasz’s, trapped in the viselike grip of Tomasz’s powerfully muscled thighs. Like a fish suddenly snagged on a hook and yanked from the water into the suffocating air above the surface, Billy flopped about wildly on top of Tomasz’s chest. His tongue was still stuck deep inside Tomasz’s mouth. His cock jackhammered back and forth within the tight grip of Tomasz’s rectum, until Tomasz was sure his buddy had no more semen to give him. Only then did both boys go limp, relaxing after their fierce mutual pleasure.

  Chapter Seven

  Intersecting Love Lives

  “It was different tonight,” Billy commented, as he sat on the bed and watched Tomasz getting dressed.

  “Different? What do you mean? Didn’t you enjoy it? I could’ve sworn you were having a good time.”

  “Good? It was great, Tomasz! That was the best sex we’ve had, yet. That’s not what I meant. You were different. You seemed more…affectionate, somehow. I liked that.”

  Tomasz smiled at his fuck buddy. “Oh? Maybe I’m going all soft and sentimental on you—if a guy can be soft and still have a hard-on at the same time, which I doubt!” He treated Billy and himself to a long, lingering goodnight kiss. “I can let myself out,” he whispered.

  “Okay. Call me, Tomasz or I’ll call you. Soon, okay?”

  “You bet.”

  “I want us to do it like this again. Soon.”

  “So do I.”

  When he returned home, Tomasz saw that Krzysztof had apparently gone to bed. He’d left the porch light on for Tomasz, but inside the house, the ground floor was dark except for the ceiling fixture that lit the staircase. Tomasz turned off the porch light, secured the front door and went upstairs.

  “Is that you, Tomasz?” Tomasz heard Krzysztof call.

  “Of course it’s me. Were you expecting somebody else, at this time of night? Oh, I know. Maybe a certain stud cop, coming here to bust your ass—in more than one sense of the word.”

  “Very funny,” Krzysztof said, but he laughed. “I wish I was getting my ass busted, tonight! Did you and Billy have a good time?”

  “We always do.”

  In his bedroom, Tomasz stripped, then he went down the hall to the bathroom naked and got ready for bed. Yawning, he retraced his steps. He decided he was thirsty. He grabbed a pair of loose-fitting cargo shorts, pulled them on, as a token gesture toward modesty and went downstairs to the kitchen, where he drank a glass of orange juice.

  When he returned upstairs, he saw that his brother had opened his bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway—wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms. The faint glow from his bedside lamp illuminated him from behind, throwing his body into an intriguing chiaroscuro. He looked extremely sexy, with his tousled hair and a sleepy expression on his handsome face.

  “Come here for a minute, Tomasz, will you?” he asked.

  “Sure. What’s up?”

  “I missed you,” he confessed, as Tomasz walked toward him, bypassing his own bedroom door. “That’s all.”

  “I wasn’t gone that long,” Tomasz protested.

  “I know you weren’t. But I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. For some reason, I was worried about you.”

  Tomasz smiled. “But there’s no need for you to be worried about me. I’m old enough to take care of myself.”

  “Maybe that’s my problem. I still think of you as a kid. I’m so used to looking out for you. It’s hard to break myself of the habit and let go.”

  “But you’ll always be my big brother, Krzysztof,” Tomasz protested.

  “That’s good to hear. Ah, listen, Tomasz. I had something I wanted to mention to you.”

  “Yeah? What?”

  “Now that certain things are out in the open, there’s no need for—“ Krzystof seemed to be fumbling for words. “Aw, hell! What I’m trying to say is if you ever want to invite a friend to come here, feel free.”

  “I invite my friends over all the time,” Tomasz pointed out.

  “I mean a special friend. Damn! Do I have to spell it out for you? A boyfriend. To spend the night with you, in your room.”

  “Oh.” Tomasz grinned. “So what you’re telling me is, if I should happen to meet a big, burly truckdriver, or a biker stud all decked out in leather and chains—you’d be okay with me bringing him home with me?”

  “Are you telling me you’re actually seeing such a dude?”

  Tomasz laughed. “I was speaking theoretically. But, after all, bro. You and Nardo have your hot cop thing going for the two of you. Let me indulge in a little harmless fantasizing of my own.”

  “Harmless!” Krzysztof exclaimed.

  “It’s harmless as long as it’s only a fantasy. More realistically—suppose you came downstairs one morning and saw somebody like Billy sitting at the breakfast table. You wouldn’t be shocked?”

  “If he’s the alternative to the trucker and the biker, I think I’d be relieved.” Krzysztof gave his brother a searching look. “Are you and Billy having sex with each other?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I knew it! So the two of you do have a bromance going on between you.”

  “I guess that’s one word for it. Hey, I’ve got an idea. We can double date. You and Nardo, me and Billy. All four of us can go out on the town together some night.”

  Krzysztof groaned. “What a picture! Come on, baby bro, give me a break. I can only absorb so much all at once. We’d better get some sleep. Go to bed.”

  “All right. I love you, bro.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Krzysztof’s arms caught Tomasz and pulled him against him. He hu
gged his kid brother in a bear’s grip. He kissed him, a chaste fraternal peck on the cheek.

  “We’d better get some sleep, Tomasz. We both have to get up early tomorrow. Go to bed, before I get us both into trouble.”

  “Oh? Just what kind of trouble are you talking about?”

  “Never you mind. We may both be gay, and we both seem to be oversexed, but don’t forget, we’re brothers. There’s a certain line that shouldn’t be crossed. Now that each of us has a lover, let’s be grateful of that, and leave well enough alone.”

  “I understand.”

  “I knew you would.” Krzysztof kissed his brother again, on the forehead this time. “Goodnight, bro.”

  “Goodnight, bro.”

  “Love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  As he lay in his bed that night, Tomasz was happy, but he was also more than a little confused.

  He was beginning to fall in love with Billy, he suspected. They were more than friends—more than fuck buddies, really. Their physical relationship was no longer just sex, but Tomasz knew that he loved his brother, too. He had always loved Krzysztof, of course, as a brother. But now he thought of him not only as a blood relative, to whom he naturally felt close, but as a friend—his best friend, really. It was true—Tomasz was no longer a kid. He was a man and as such, he could relate as an equal to another man.

  Krzysztof, Tomasz was sure, had fallen in love with Nardo. Krzysztof’s affair with his cop buddy wasn’t just a passing fling. It was serious.

  Oh, wow. What if Krzysztof and Nardo decide to get married? I’d have a cop for a brother-in-law. Krzysztof doesn’t let me get away with too much as it is. Imagine how tough he’d be on me if he had Nardo to back him up!

  Still, it might not be all that bad, having a cop like Nardo in the family. In fact, the idea is kind of hot.

  They were four horny men, with intersecting love lives. Tomasz didn’t know how it would all play out, but he had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be boring. Some instinct assured him that everything would work out all right, in the end.

  He could think about it some more in the morning. Right now, groggy with a pleasurable sense of fatigue, he settled down happily underneath the covers, to get some much-needed sleep.

  About the Author

  Roland Graeme began writing erotic fiction, using a variety of pseudonyms, as a teenager. At first, he pounded out his manuscripts on that now nearly forgotten cultural artifact, a manual typewriter. A great deal has changed in the publishing world since then.

  One thing which has not changed is Graeme’s curiosity about all aspects of human sexuality. His other interests include literature, history, music, and art.

  A native of Pennsylvania, and the descendant of Swiss immigrants, he now resides in Buffalo, New York.