Always

Hi all! yes its an update for this story. thanks for all the reviews to keep this one going. It really made a difference. Of course I can't promise the updates won't be sporadic so bare with me. I kind of wrote this ch because I was in "a mood" ;) So there are warning of male on male in graphic details. if this is something you can't stomach please don't read any further. Enjoy!

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Previously...“So, you enjoy the show little guy? Next time you’ll join me, won’t you Sean?” his eyes opened once more, blue-green locking with my own aquamarine gaze, trapping me. I trembled and could not find my voice to answer. Indeed, I had no idea what I would have said could I have answered.


“Uh. I gotta go. I think I hear mom calling us.” I scrambled to the door fumbling with the handle in my agitation. My breath sped up and I had broken out in a cold sweat. He was n’t the least embarrassed. I wasn’t sure if he was serious or just messing with me.
“Hey, don’t run off so quick. Give me a sec and we’ll go together. Besides, I think you need to change.” Caleb sighed glancing down ruefully at his glistening abs. One finger lazily played in the stickiness spreading it further. My eyes were riveted to that finger, entranced by its play. I wordlessly nodded.
He got up with a playful smirk. “Come on I’ll help you pick something out. We’re going to have fun tonight.” He reached down to offer me a hand which I readily accepted.
“W-we a-a-are?”
“Oh yeah. You have your first major college party coming up and you need to know how its done right. Though I must say after your little performance earlier you’ve got a lot of potential.” He winked flirtatiously giving his chest a brisk wipe down. I was a bit confused. I thought he was upset?
“Caleb, what just happened? I thought you were mad at me?”I mumbled eyes cast down as I took off my pants. Those buckles were the darndest things. Caleb must have seen me messing with it because the next I knew his hands slid around my waist and took over. He had them opened in a snap.
“Mad at you? Never! That my dear boy is what is commonly known as sexual frustration. What can I say your little act had me hard as a rock. You don’t come by sexy like that without some practice. So who is the lucky guy? Is it little Vicky?”Caleb teased tweaking my cheek.
“Huh?! No! Of course not. Why Victor and why a guy?” I felt the color rising in my face.
“Well Sean, Victor did invite you to a party and you did seem awfully comfortable coming on to me and if I need to remind you I am a guy.”
“Does it bother you?” I found myself whispering desperate for his approval. His strong arms enveloped me in warmth. I couldn’t resist leaning back and nestling in the crook of his neck.
“Sean, if it bothered me don’t you think I would have said something by now? Besides I’m not exactly one for the straight and narrow.” I felt his smile against my head it brought an echo to my lips.
“What are you saying Caleb, you batting for the other team?”
“Personally I don’t like to choose sides so let’s just say I am an equal opportunity type of guy.”That got a giggle out of me. “So, you still haven’t said who he is.”
“You don’t know him. He’s just a guy at school. We’ve been together since like middle school. He has a girlfriend now and doesn’t really talk to me.” I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t want to see the pity.
“Ah, is that what the little episode was about then?” I nodded. “Don’t let it bug ya Sean. He’s an ass. You don’t need him. You are hot and I’m sure any guy you wanted would want you too. You’re smart, funny, fine and sexy as hell. I bet ya Victor already got it figured out.” He smoothed a finger through my curly hair. His little speech made me smile. I turned toward him wrapping an arm around his neck and the other around his waist, “You think?”
“Mmm, I like you all coquettish.” He growled leaning down for a quick peck.
“Boys! Dinner now!" Good ol’ mom.
“Hmm, we’ll have to take this up later.”
Dinner was a non event. Courtenay didn’t even bring up the incident with her guy to dad. This is a good thing because I don’t think he would have seen it as such a joke. After dinner Caleb and I went out to a friend of his house. It was a nice quiet middle class neighborhood. There were a couple of cars parked out front nothing flashy. Caleb told me that it was just a little get together nothing serious.
“Hey Rodney!”
“Cal my man! What’s up?” Rodney said giving my brother a one armed hug. Rodney was about the same height as Caleb, 6'. He had shocking red hair that spiked in all directions and green eyes. He wasn’t as muscular as Caleb but he was pretty solidly built. The only thing off putting about him was the excessive amount of freckles liberally covering every inch of exposed skin. He had a really nice smile one of those wide open ones.
“Same old same old. Hey man this is my little bro, Sean. Sean Rodney.” Caleb pulled me to his side. Rodney turned to look at me. I thought from the way he was looking at me he was going to get on his knees and do the whole ‘hi little man shpeel’.
“Hi there. Cal you never said you had such a lovely at home.” He teased completely ruining the compliment by ruffling my hair. I don’t like people touching me. I decided I don’t like Rodney.
“Hi.” I mumbled looking down at my sneakers.
“Shy too. Better keep the boys away from this one they might get rabid.”
“Cut it out Rodney.” Caleb said as we stepped into the house. There were a couple of people gathered around a glass center table playing cards and a few talking on the couch. There was some background music but I couldn’t really make it out. I felt a bit anxious with so many strangers around and consequently I stuck to Caleb like glue.
“Hey everybody, Caleb’s here!” Rodney called in the general direction of the living room. Everyone chorused a greeting. Caleb started to talk to two girls on the couch. They were two pretty blonds with large boobs. Is there really anything more that needs to be said? One of the blonds had her hands on his thigh steadily stroking. My hands started to twitch on the back of the couch. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her red talons slowly creeping up his leg.
“Hey you guys want a beer?” Rodney interrupted. He had two ice cold beers in hand. I took one without looking. I’m not really a beer drinker but the situation definitely called for a drink.
“Thanks man. So Irene...” Caleb barely spared him a glance just taking the beer and turning back to Irene. His eyes were stuck on her boobs. I felt left out. I glanced around the room casually looking for an out. I saw a guy leaning against the door way absently sucking on a beer. He seemed really out of it and just my type of guy. He had hair that was a little darker at the roots and golden blond the rest of the way, like someone who spent a lot of time at the beach. The kind of man a guy would look twice at when he walked by. Rodney must have noticed my drooling stare because he offered to introduce me. I quietly accepted.
“Hey, Tim, thanks for coming.” Rodney inclined his head toward me. “Tim, this is Sean, Caleb’s little brother.”
He nodded, his sharp gaze assessing me from head to toe. I heated under his penetrating stare. I was dumbfounded by my body’s instant reaction to this man. I felt hot, sweaty and aroused. I took a quick gulp of my beer in an effort to cool down. Tim was dressed in tight black pants that hugged his muscular thighs and a plain T-shirt that showed off an impressively broad chest. I fixed my gaze on his face so my mind wouldn’t wander to embarrassing places.
“Well I’ll just leave the two of you to it. I gotta keep this party swinging. Have fun!” Rodney said walking off to talk to the card players. I stood there uncertain of what to talk to Tim about. He remained silent just watching me scuff the toe of my shoe.
“So you’re Caleb’s brother huh?”
“Yeah. How do you know Caleb?”
“We hang out sometimes. We used to be roommates. Do you want to go talk somewhere quieter?” He said not looking at me. I felt myself blush as wild thoughts ran through my mind of Tim shirtless and myself in the throes of passion.
“Umm, sure.” I tried to catch Caleb’s eye but he wasn’t paying attention.
I followed Tim to a bedroom further down the hall. It didn’t look too lived in sort of like a guest bedroom. There was one large bed in the center of the room and a large armoire against the wall by the door. Tim let me enter first before following me in. He led me, at once, directly to the bed. I balked, hesitant and nervous about his intentions. He glanced at me; a hot, warning look in his mercurial eyes.
“What’s the matter, are you backing out now? Don’t tell me you didn’t know what was going to happen when you walked through that door.” His face was hardened, dangerous, a warning.
“N-no,” I said, then more firmly, “no. Of course not. I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.” And it was the truth, but not entirely. Yes I was nervous, but I was also excited. Very excited about what would come next. The only guy I had ever been with up to this point was Derek and that was never a sensual experience so much as a sick obsession. I felt my hands tingle—actually tingle—with the urge to touch him. But I fought the urge and won, barely. I didn’t want to seem too eager. Though in truth I was very, very eager.
“Are you ready Sean? We haven’t got all night.”
“I’m ready,” I murmured, wondering that such a sultry voice could belong to me; overjoyed when I realized fully that it did.
“Undress me, Sean,” he commanded in a whisper that stroked over my skin like the brush of invisible lips. My hands shook as I brought them to the hem of his t-shirt. He accommodatingly raised his arms above his head as I lifted it, allowing me to expose the long length of his tightly muscled stomach and chest. The neck of the shirt came free of his head, but I was too short to lift it free of his arms so he finished the job for me, tossing the dark cloth carelessly to the floor.
My eyes drank him up, from his corded neck, to his alarmingly broad shoulders, to his rounded pectorals and washboard abs. His left nipple—dark brown against the hairless chest—was pierced by a tiny silver loop. His warm-hued olive skin was cooled somewhat by the dark of the room, but I felt overcome with heat all the same. He was sheer perfection, beyond any I could have imagined or dreamed. And for the moment he was all mine. I licked my parched lips. Mine! It was unbelievable.
I reached out to touch his glinting nipple ring, to run my hands down that gorgeous expanse of muscled chest, and gasped when he captured my questing hands in a firm grip with but one of his own.
“Not yet,” his gaze seared me. “I couldn’t take that, not so soon. Give me your beer.” He took it and laid it on a convenient table by the bed, before turning back to me. “Now. Undress me before we go any further. Now. Undress me,” he finished in another whisper before gently releasing me.
My hands fluttered down to his belt buckle, careful not to even brush against the lure of his sensual skin. But oh, how badly I wanted to touch. How desperately I longed for it. I gritted my teeth and was startled when Tim chuckled, having heard the telltale sound from within my mouth.
Our eyes met, his scorching mine. His belt buckle was of heavy silver and I was amazed that my quaking hands managed to undo the fastening. The button fly of his black leather pants came next, and he leaned back on his elbows to aid my efforts. The ridge of his arousal was large, hard, and warm as my fingers unavoidably brushed over it in my bid to loosen his pants. My heart thundered. My sex ached, swelled, and flooded with arousal. My breath came in soft pants of air that fluttered over my lips and out towards his skin. It seemed as if my very breath longed to stroke over him, to touch him.
He wasn’t wearing any underclothing. The swell of his cock fell free of its confines, heavy and thick onto my hands as I unfastened the last of his buttons. My hands faltered and my breath caught. I’d never touched a man like this. My gaze darted up to clash with his. The fire of desire blazed between them, burning brighter than ever.
“Finish it, sweet,” he instructed softly. “ You can play later.”
Desperate now, I tugged at the loosened waistband of his pants. He lifted his hips, thrusting that smooth column of sex up towards my face as I bent forward with my efforts. The scent of him, more concentrated here at the core of his masculinity, swamped me. My mouth watered with the promise of a taste.
Awkward but determined, I slid from the bed, worked to remove his shoes, and then pushed his pants down to his ankles, kneeling on the floor between his legs as I moved to accomplish the task. Once the clothing was removed—at last!—I looked up at him and stilled. My face was level with his cock. That long, hard staff of rigid tissue, engorged with blood, aroused for me.
I felt rather than heard the tiny, mewling noise that escaped from the depths of my throat. His legs spread wider before me, as he shifted to allow me a better view.
“Are we going to fuck, Sean?”
I swallowed and shook my head, my eyes moving of their own volition to drink him in as I knelt between his thighs.
“Do you want me?”
I hesitated and then nodded, for it was the most honest truth I knew in that moment.
“Then do it. Suck me. Now. Touch me.”
My hands, visibly trembling with my nervousness and excitement, swept up to rest against his knees. It was my eyes that touched him more freely, from head to chest, belly to sex, to his legs and—oh, how unexpectedly beautiful— his feet.
“Touch” he encouraged. My body trembled; my breath came in unsteady pants that I knew he could hear.
“Yes,” I breathed. Avoiding his cock, though I desperately longed to touch him there, I rose slowly until I was half leaning, half lying over him, trailing my hands up his body. I tested those muscles, squeezing him firmly. The glint of the silver nipple ring fascinated me. When
I dared to touch it, to gently tug upon it, Tim hissed and his chest swelled beneath my hands.
Jerking my hands back, unnerved by the sound, I moved to sit beside him again, feeling my breath escape me in a rush. Tim immediately countered my move, capturing my hands, bringing them back flush with his chest. “Do that again,” he begged—commanded—pleaded.
I tugged gently upon the ring, eyes roving over him, unable to miss the pulse that shook his rigid member when I did so.
“I wanna fuck you now.” His hands fisted up at my temples, clear evidence of his growing need and frustration. His words intoxicated me. I straddled him as he lay there, feeling no shame or awkwardness in it as I might have done but a few moments earlier.
“Then fuck me.” I whispered leaning in close for a slow deep kiss. He was at once smooth and rough, hard and soft, in the way only a truly masculine male at the height of his sexual prime could be. His cock, hot now between my legs, burned me with incessant demand, and I shifted upon him instinctively. Tim groaned gutturally beneath me in answer to my movement upon him. I felt him reach under me with nimble fingers spreading cold cream over my entrance. I shuddered in response. There wasn’t much preparation but after my experience with Derek not much was needed.
Our tongues licked, again and again, as his thrust in and out of my mouth. My hands rose up to entwine about his neck, the exquisite softness of his hair teasing my fingers and palms as they locked together, pulling him closer. His teeth scraped over my lips, drawing one tiny dot of blood. I winced. He licked the blood away immediately and the pain was gone. The growl that escaped his lips then, bloomed into my mouth and I swallowed it, making it part of me.
I felt his cock grind against the crease of my rear and I eagerly opened my legs to bring him flush against the heart of me. I pressed my legs around his hips, leaning back on his straining erection, and moaned when he rolled his hips against me entering smoothly. I spread my thighs wider seeking deeper penetration. His fingers spread my butt cheeks, opening the seam to his questing fingers.
I flew, the world spun like a mad top around me, and all because Tim’s fingers were massaging my crack. I writhed uncontrollably on top of him. Wet noises filled the room and my ears, along with the sound of my frantic breaths and moans. I bucked up against him and he pressed deeper into me, fucking harder. I cried out, pushing back against his hands, begging with my body that he continue, that he never stop. Thrusting his length deep into me, filling and stretching me. His eyes met mine as he thrust between my legs.
“ Sweet. So fucking sweet.” He licked his swollen, sultry lips that shone with my moisture.
“Ah!” Was my only response. Wet slapping noises accompanied his every motion. His mouth sealed against mine. The kiss trailed away from my mouth to my jaw and throat. Then he grazed that special spot and again the world went fuzzy and strange. A feeling of warmth, liquid and thick, spread through me where we were joined as his kiss deepened. It was almost the same feeling I got when I was with Derek just not as strong. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to disappear into Tim and forget Derek, to give him all of me until there was nothing left.
The world spun wildly and turned gray around us. Tim was the only solid thing in that strange reality. He clasped me to his heaving chest tightly. It was as if Tim was reaching for the very heart of me, he thrust so deeply into me. He jerked up once, twice, and on the third time I felt a flood of moisture ooze out between our tightly joined bodies. I came again and again and again, screaming and crying and sobbing and moaning until I knew my voice was failing me. My body became a living pulse, a giant throbbing heartbeat. And then I truly flew. I came to myself after what were surely long, long moments. Tim had maneuvered us under the sheets and I lay wrapped up in his arms. I did wonder briefly what Caleb would do, if he’d come looking for me.
I don’t really think I cared. If this was what college parties were like I was definitely looking forward to Victor’s shindig.