Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2024 12:54:40 -0400 From: Nick Barnes Subject: A Seaside Summer Cottage Ch. 6 You should consider donating to Nifty! Without support, the wonderful stories we all enjoy on here couldn't be published. The messages I've already received have been great. Especially love hearing how and when you've...finished. I love erotica and the bator lifestyle. Feel free to check me out on ReblogMe (DongB8R), and I always welcome new ideas, photos for inspiration, and general correspondence. I OPEN to anything! Feel free to e-mail me at B8rbro7@gmail.com. A Seaside Summer Cottage--Chapter 6 By Nick Barnes A few hours have gone by since Jay scared away TWINK4TOP and since we had our big talk about what we're doing. It's messy, but messy isn't always bad. I really do feel for Jay--it's so difficult figuring all this stuff out, and it really does NOT help that we're sharing the house. I am off to a great start with my novel--it's about a college professor who is caught in a love triangle with one of his students and his wife. Real Phillip Roth type stuff. It's difficult not to focus on the sex descriptions, and I don't want this to be a smutty book, but since the central conflict highlights a sexual relationship, sex scenes are unavoidable. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't using some of my recent...activities with Jay as inspiration for those carnal descriptions. For example, the first time the professor is seduced by his student, they engage in a sixty-nine where the professor is hungrily eating out his student's tight hole while his cock is being slobbered on by the student. And although I'm gay, I included some descriptions of what happens with the wife. At one point, the student is meeting with the professor in his office during office hours, and they're discussing their situation. Things get a little heated, and they disagree about some ground rules they're trying to set up, but the professor's phone rings, and he's requested to visit another staff member right away. He tells his student to wait in the office since they need to finish their discussion and this last-minute meeting shouldn't last more than a half hour. Almost as soon as the professor exits the room, his wife enters. She has stopped by to surprise him a little with home baked brownies since he's been having to stay late these past few weeks. Little does she know, he's staying late to fuck his student. When she walks in, she's surprised to see someone other than her husband there, and she is instantly attracted to the student. He's the kind of chiseled student that makes everyone a little wet. They get to talking and he explains the professor just left and might be gone for a bit. She explains the brownies. The student lies and says he's in here because he's worried about his term paper, and that he needs some guidance with it. This innocent conversation takes a filthy turn, though, when he makes up the fact that his girlfriend just broke up with him, and that's why he's struggling. When the wife asks why she broke up with him, he says that it was because he was not sexual enough for her. He explains that he just doesn't have enough experience, and that he can be shy. That he needs someone to take charge and show him the ropes. As the wife blushes and tries to offer her advice--she is totally turned on by him--and although she doesn't initially plan to cheat on her husband, she is drawn to the student and wants to keep him talking to her. The student, completely in control the whole time, knows exactly what's going on, and he's able to steer the conversation in a way that things become flirty and sensual. She ends up sitting on the desk facing him, and ultimately invites him to explore her to get more comfortable with a woman's body. He slowly runs his hands up her legs, under her skirt, and removes her underwear. He makes intense eye contact while he sucks her pussy juices out of the panties. Then he leans down and his full lips make contact with her pussy and he eats her out until she's whimpering, on the edge of cumming. His tongue circles her clit, and when he presses it with his tongue, she whines like a pouty puppy. Then he stands up and takes his massive erection cock out and he slides it inside her warm cunt, each stroke allowing him deeper and deeper inside her. He sucks on her nipples while she clamps down on his cock, and she rides him hard. He ends up cumming inside her, his bucking leading to even more intense cock driving. As he shoots his ropes of cum up inside her, she squeals and squirts her own juices, their sex fluids mingling. This happens just as the professor returns, so he sees it all unfold. And that's where I end the last chapter I write before taking a break. I'm going to need to figure out how all this works out. I try not to focus so much on the sex, but this vacation, this cottage, the weed and Jay...all of it...is keeping me so fucking horny. It's hard to think about anything other than sex. During my little respite from writing, I realize I haven't seen or heard Jay this whole time. This place is open concept, so I would have seen him moving around if he had left his bedroom. I decide to go check on him, and as I stand up, I stretch my arms wide and do a few torso twists. I crack my knuckles and my neck. Luckily, my head has cleared a little. I'm still pretty high, but I'm past the peak. Even though I'm not doing anything inherently wrong, I tiptoe across the floor to Jay's room out of habit. As I close in on the door, I hear some stirring inside, so I know he's still alive at least. I knock quietly because I don't want to startle him, but it is perhaps too quiet because he doesn't respond. I provide a louder rapping on the door, and still no response. Despite my better judgement, I slowly open the door. And suddenly I have an answer. Jay has headphones on, so that's why he didn't hear the knocking. He's also deeply focused on his push ups, and since he's facing away from the door, he hasn't noticed my little peek. I lean a little on the door jamb, and just take the whole scene in--Jay aggressively working out. He's sweaty and his perfect, smooth back is highlighting his defined lats and traps. His fucking beautiful bubble butt is tightly clenched as he pumps up and down. His calves and hamstrings are rock solid. I feel more and more sucked into this image, the longer I stand here, and his rhythmic puffs of exhalation are somewhat mesmerizing. My cock is almost ripping out of my shorts, and it's aching to be fondled. But I can't jack off right here, right now. Right? The next thing Jay does is some stretching on the floor. He does a downward dog into a cobra, and moves into a plank. While he changes positions, his gorgeous teen cock pokes out of the shorts leg hole, and that's the last straw for me. I have to release my dong and start stroking. I grip my fuckstick in my hand, and it feels heavy. Already a little slick from all the precum, I only need to add a little spit to get it really greased up. I focus on my hot adolescent target as I start to pump. My balls feel so full, and my erection is fucking beastly. I'm twisting my hand back and forth as I slide up and down my pole, and I use my other hand to tweak my nipples. Jay goes back to his push ups, and thereafter, he begins his rhythmic exhaling again. After a few moments, I realize that my cock stroking is following the pattern of his breathing, and I'm more or less locked into a beautiful fucking bate groove. Reveling in the satisfaction of it all, I close my eyes and lean my head back. A deep, growling moan escapes my throat. This feels so fucking good. This feels so fucking good. So much penis pleasure and grippy fucking bliss. I'm totally giving into the joy and letting my mind slip away, and my palm pumping is on autopilot, and I'm stroking up and down on my beautiful donger. And I must be precumming a ton because my hand suddenly feels so much wetter. And warmer. My cock feels so good, and this is so hot that it almost feels like I have a hot, wet mouth sucking on me... I open my eyes, and when I look down, I realize the reason why it feels like I'm getting head is because Jay is in fact on his knees in front of me, and he is going to fucking town on my hog. While I was in my mindless pumping with my eyes closed, he must have stopped working out and seen me. Fuck. He's working me so fucking good, and I swear to God, I'm about to just blow a gallon of load right here. I have had three different sexual encounters without shooting spunk, and I don't think my bull tanks can hold any more in. "You feel so fuckin good, Jay. Your mouth feels so fucking beautiful," I moan. A few gurgly groans from below confirm that Jay is enjoying himself, too. And the vibrations from his vocalization send me over the edge. "I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" I warn him. But he keeps his steady pace, throating my rigid dong. Where I might start to pick up pace, Jay keeps his sucking and slobbering to the exact same steady pace. He must know how excruciating it is as he edges me with his supple teen mouth. My legs tense, my balls hike up, and my abdomen starts to contract. I'm seeing stars, I'm breathing like I just ran a fucking marathon, and I'm yelling--actually yelling--for Jay not to stop because I'm going to cum. I release a primal yelp as the first rope of load escapes my cock, directly into Jay's mouth. Now he sucks harder and bobs faster, encouraging my volleys of cum to evacuate with more intensity. Six, seven...all the way to ten fucking times do my legs buck as my ass clenches and I fill my teenaged cocksucker with my adult cream. He moans as he takes it all like a champ. Even after I finish, he keeps my cock in his greedy little mouth, and he sucks one final deep suck, emptying the very last of my edged load. Then he releases my manhood, but goes back for clean up, licking the shaft, swirling his tongue around the head, and slurping the area around my balls. I shudder in excitement and exhaustion. Jay stands up, and pulls my hands, leading me further into his room. "Now, you're going to finish me, okay?" He says quiet, like we have to keep it a secret. I nod, still reeling from my insane orgasm as Jay sits on the edge of his bed. Kneeling down, I lean my face into his crotch and inhale deeply. Fuck! His cock and balls smell so fucking good. I pull his shorts down by the waistband, and his engorged cock springs free, directly in front of me. With the solemnity of worshipping a deity, I grab his shaft and gingerly flick my tongue on his cock head. He leans back and moans. Using my other hand to cup and massage his balls, I start to follow my gripping fist with my mouth, consuming his pecker as I stroke. As his dick slicks up, I try to give him the same treatment he gave me with the steady edging, but I'm too horny and greedy, so I increase my pace and intensity. Jay's groans match the intensity, and in a short while, he's warning me that he's going to get his nut real soon. "Fuck, baby, it's gonna be a big load," he whines. And I increase my intensity. I'm furiously fucking my own face with Jay's cock, and soon his hips buck, releasing his teen wad into my mouth. I swallow it gratefully, and I return his favor of spending some extra time cleaning everything up. As soon as I pull off his cock, he leans down, holds my chin in his hand, and kisses me hard on the mouth. "Well, fuck..." I say with a sigh. "Yeah," Jay replies. "Exactly." I get up off my knees and sit next to him on the bed. I put my hand on his smooth thigh. I rub it a little, and lean over to nuzzle his neck. I kiss him so softly, and I feel his whole body shiver. "That was really nice," I mutter as I retract. After he puts his hand on my thigh, Jay replies, "It was. I was working out, and suddenly my favorite teacher was in the doorway jacking himself off to me. Doesn't get much better than that!" My heart flutters hearing him refer to me as his teacher. "Jay...are we--are we okay now? Are YOU feeling okay? With everything?" I ask. Even though it's only been a few hours since our blow out, I want to make sure he hasn't changed his mind. "Yes, Grey. I really am. I know we only have this little vacation, and then it's back to...well, I don't know if we'll ever really go BACK to anything. I'm going to community college in the fall, so I can get rid of gen eds for a lot cheaper than the big schools. But either way, we won't...you know...be..." as he trails off, he gestures his hands as if to indicate all of the space around us, and I understand that he's referencing all of the illegal sex we've been having. "Wow. I'm really impressed, Jay. And I'm grateful that you're respecting my needs, too. Very mature of you. Seriously." "Aw, shucks, I bet that's what you say to all the minors you feed your loads to." Jay says with an impertinent smile. "Okay, bud, let's maybe cool it a bit with all the references to how young you are," I offer through some chuckling. "Fair enough," he replies. He exhales deeply, and he looks at his watch. "Oh, fuck! It's already eight??" "I look at my watch top confirm. "Yup. Eight-oh-seven, to be exact. Why?" "Fuck fuck fuck fuck...I was supposed to meet my gran at the gas station down the way to pick Liam up. She's gonna kill me!" "Are you that late?" I ask, reading the situation and getting out of his way as he scrambles to put clothes on and gather his things. "Not yet, but I will be. I was supposed to leave like twenty minutes ago since I'm going by foot." "By foot? Why by foot?" "Because I don't have my own car, and I get around here either by skateboard or that little scooter, but it's too dark to board, and...well...you've been using the scooter, so I didn't want to, like, ruin your time here." "Jay. You can't ruin my time here. Not after what we've--well, just don't worry about that, okay? Also, fuck the scooter...do you just want to take my car? I haven't used it in days, and there's plenty of gas." "Oh, no...I couldn't. If something happened, I'd freak out." He made a good point. And how stupid of me to offer him my car. He's a minor and not covered on my insurance. I feel instantly stupid for thinking with my dick so much. Then it dawns on me. "Hey, Jay...couldn't I just drive you? I don't mind, and it'll make everyone's lives easier." Jay looks like I just offered him a hundred dollars. "Really? You'd do that?" "Of course! It'll be nice to get out of the house and take a drive. And I really don't want you worrying your gran or making your brother wait too long." "Well...let's do it! Thanks so much. I'll text Gran and Liam that I'm leaving now." And with that, we're off to pick up Jay's little brother. I know we're not in a real relationship, but there is something exciting about being out and about with Jay in my car. We have a really pleasant car ride, and it turns out we have some similar taste in music, too. "I can't believe you listen to them!" I say after Jay joined me in singing along to my favorite group from the nineties. "Oh, they're on of my favorites! I love that old classic stuff..." Jay says. "Woah, there, buddy! Careful with what you call `old' and `classic'." I warn with a chuckle. I rest my hand on his thigh, and he grabs my hand. At a stop light, after I check all the windows and mirrors that were alone, I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. I don't know what makes me do it, but it feels good. Before I can pull my head away, Jay turns and kisses me on the lips; our tongues dip lightly into each other's mouths, and we both make little groaning noises. My cock stiffens, and it takes someone behind us honking the horn to get our attention back to the real world. "Fuck," I mutter as I stare into the rear view mirror, trying to confirm that the person in the car behind us can't tell who we are. Jay makes a gentle, but noticeable scoffing snort. "What?" I ask, my eyes on the road. There's a little sigh before he says, "Just, like, you're so fucking worried...except when you aren't. Like, when you're not thinking about all the outside bullshit, you're so fucking hot. You're like this fucking, pile driving, comfortable sex master. But as soon as some little blip comes up, you're like this sniveling, afraid guy that I feel like I don't even know." "Okay, but tell me how you really feel, Jay," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well...?" "Well...let's just remember, okay? All that `outside bullshit,' you call it, that's real fucking life, dude. That's vigilante parents, police officers, courtrooms, and any other damn thing that could get us in huge fucking trouble. And those `little blips' are me remembering that, if anything goes even point-zero-zero-zero-one percent wrong, I'll be arrested, convicted, and if I get out of jail, my entire career will be ruined. Even if you promise with all your might that you wanted it as much as I did, nobody fucking cares." I can feel myself getting more and more worked up as I rattle on, and luckily there's another stoplight for me to stop and catch my breath. "Oh," Jay says. "Yeah," I reply. "Greyson, I'm sorry...I really didn't think about all that." "I know you didn't. That's why I told you. And I know you think I'm being hard on you, but--" "No. No way. Considering everything you just said, you've been fucking amazing. Seriously. I'm so sorry. I take it all back." "What do you mean?" "I mean, considering all of that, you're really brave. Yeah, I really think you're super brave." "Thanks, Jay. I don't feel brave though. I feel stupid. For putting it all on the line. I feel like I'm letting my desires run my life instead of being careful and thoughtful. I really should be better about--" Jay stops me from speaking, and spiraling more, by kissing me hard. He cups my face with his hands. When we pull away, he speaks quietly and with a calm confidence. "There. I just kissed YOU. That wasn't you showing weakness. You're too hard on yourself. I promise I'll never say anything, and I promise I'll be better about remembering the risk you're taking." "Thanks," I say quietly. The rest of the drive is very quiet, the music turned way down low. After a few minutes, we arrive at the gas station. Sitting on the bench just outside the convenience store is a carbon copy of Jay, just slightly smaller. It's uncanny. Liam has a duffel bag with him, and he has earbuds in, so he doesn't look up when we pull in. Jay exits the car and I see him greet Liam by kicking him the shin. Brothers. Liam gets up, and Jay takes his duffel, and so I pop my trunk as Liam takes the passenger seat. From the back of the car, Jay yells, "What do you think you're doping, dickhead?" Liam yells, "You didn't call dibs, beeyotch!" "Well, I didn't think I needed to because you're the beta, dumbass." Jay returns as he closes the trunk maybe a little too hard for my taste. The next thing I know, Jay is at the passenger window, which is open, and he's shouting at Liam. "Seriously, idiot! Get the fuck out...that's my seat!" Liam laughs and says, "Snooze you lose, fucker!" And he starts putting the window up. I see Jay roll his eyes and slink back to the back seat behind me. I know from the outside this probably just seems like brothers bickering, but I'm pretty sure Jay is upset that he won't be sitting next to me. It's kind of adorable. As we drive back to the cottage, Jay fills Liam in about the power still being out in the pool house. He tells him that even though I've been very nice to pick him up, that they are supposed to leave me alone, as per Gran's instructions. I have to suppress a knowing giggle when Jay says this, considering how little he has left me alone during my vacation. I giggle also because as he chats, he draws his fingers across the back of my neck through the head rest. I can't be totally certain, but at least it feels like Liam has no idea. The last few minutes of our drive, Liam fills us in on what he's been up to since summer break has started. "I'm mostly just happy not to have Mrs. Stapleton anymore. She's a major cunt," Liam says. "Dude!" Jay says, "We have a teacher IN the car with us!" "I don't care. I stand by it. Mr. Smith knows what I mean, right, Mr. Smith?" Nancy Stapleton, for the record, is a huge cunt. However, I have to have some version of professionalism, so I smile and say, `No comment." "I knew it!" Liam says. "I didn't say anything, bucko!" I say, and I playfully swat Liam's arm. He over-dramatically pretends to be hurt, and so I tell him, "Toughen up, wuss!" We're all laughing as I pull the car into the driveway of the cottage. I send Jay in to show Liam around, and I tell them I'll grab Liam's bag and bring it in. The boys run off, and when I open the back to get Liam's stuff, I pick his duffel up, but it's a lot heavier than I anticipated, so I stumble a bit, falling onto the bag. And I don't notice it at first because I'm cursing myself out loud that I'm a klutz, but after a moment, I hear a buzzing sound from inside the bag. I must have set his toothbrush off when I fell on the bag. Because I don't want the battery to drain, I unzip the bag, figuring I'll just switch it off. Except when I open the bag, not only do I see three skimpy jockstraps, but what I thought was his toothbrush is a vibrator. Next to it is a double-headed dildo. "Fuck," I mutter to myself staring at this treasure chest of sexy stuff. And goddamn, these are the sluttiest teenagers I've ever met. Or maybe all adolescents are like this, and I've just never known? I pick up the vibing dildo and turn it off. Without really thinking about it, I put the realistic-cock-shaped toy up to my nose and inhale deeply. And I may be too hopeful, but I swear I can smell his pucker juices on there. My dick hardens instantly. "Mr. Smith? Everything okay?" I hear Liam calling out, and it snaps me out of my intense pervy moment. I quickly toss the vibe back into the bag, zip it up, and close the trunk door, heading to the front door. Liam is out of the house, standing on the stoop, and fuck, I don't know if he saw me sniffing his sexy toy or not. If he did, he's not letting on. We walk into the place, and I hand the bag to Liam. He says, "Thank you for getting this, Mr. Smith." "Don't mention it!" I say, mentally crossing my fingers that I'm in the clear. Then, before he turns to head to the room he'll share with Jay, he looks at me with a grin and says, "I would never mention it, Mr. Smith. To anyone." And what the fuck does that mean? Now I'm worried, but I don't really know what to do about it. The only thing I can think to do is go into my room, so I can close the door and have a solid barrier between me and the boys. I just lay on the bed, mostly replaying as much as I remember about our car ride and me finding Liam's stash, trying different camera angles to see if there's any way I've been found out by him. As far as I can remember, I don't think I have. But what about Jay? Maybe he told Liam? Except he wouldn't because we just had that conversation in the car. Except what if he did before we had the conversation? My heart is racing, and my mind is reeling. It's pitch black outside, and the lights are off, so I just sit, worrying, in the darkness of the room. I'm not sure how much time it is, but after a while, I hear a gentle knocking. A low whisper calls out my name. I'm almost afraid to open it, but the rapping gets quicker and the voice says "Hurry! Please open up!" I quietly groan as I get up, and I open the door. It's Jay, and he rushes in quickly, closing the door behind him. I'm not sure what he tries to do, but we fumble a bit in the darkness. "Are you cosplaying Dracula or something?" Jay snickers. I reach over and turn on the bedside lamp. A gentle pool of off-white light fills the space. "Jesus, Grey. You look like shit." Jay says. I plop down on the bed, muttering "Thanks." "No...I just mean...what's wrong?" I have eight million things I could and very much want to say right now, but I keep feeling a little catch in my throat, and I do not want to cry. I settle on simply asking, "Jay, have you...said anything? About us? To anyone?" Jay sits on the bed next to me. "Holy shit, I thought we were over this. No, Greyson. I have not shared anything about your juicy cock--" "Sssshhhh! Jesus!" I whisper-shout. "You kidding me?" Jay giggles. "Kind of. What's the matter?" "I just...I got a weird vibe from Liam, and I didn't know..." "LIAM? Liam. You think I'd tell my idiot brother about the amazing sex I'm having with my teacher? You really think I'd risk everything we--" "Okay, okay!" I say. I feel a little better already, just hearing him tell me that. "You probably got a weird vibe from him because he's weird. And dumb. He's fifteen...and annoying. I mean, I love him, but the kid's the worst. Did I tell you he's a dickbag?" I chuckle softly, "And an idiot," I mutter. "Exactly. Now...please, please, please trust me that I have not, and I will not tell anyone about our...shared interests. Do you? Trust me?" Jay puts his hand on my thigh and rubs it gently...like I usually do to him. "Well, I suppose I do. I'm sorry, Jay. I just got all--" "You got all worked up because you're worried. I know. You want me to suck you off?" I snort. "Jesus! Jay! Why would you say that?" "What? It always makes me feel better." "You're ridiculous. And kind of weirdly sexy right now. But, no thanks. I really think we shouldn't push our luck." "I suppose." "How long is Liam staying with us?" Jay thinks and replies, "Just a long weekend I think. I wanna say Gran is picking him up on Tuesday." "Okay...so we'll just have to keep hands off until then." "The fuck?" Jay snaps. "What? We can't...do what we've been doing...while he's here. Way too risky." "But! I thought..." Jay's shoulders slump in disappointment. "I know. I figured. But it's just too--" "Risky. I heard you." Jay stands up abruptly, and starts to move away. I reach out, grab his arm, and pull him back down to the bed, so he's sitting next to me again. "Woah. Buddy. Don't get upset." "I'm not upset. I mean, like not AT you. Just...this fucking sucks." "It's not easy. That's what I keep trying to...I mean, that's why I've been kind of..." "Yeah," Jay says matter-of-factly. We sit in the silence of our resignation for a few moments. After a sigh, Jay clears his throat a little. He says quietly, in almost a whisper, "Um...Greyson?" Because of the power of suggestion, I whisper, too. "Yeah?" "Can I...like, before I leave and we have to be hands off for the next few days, can I kiss you?" My heart flutters, and I feel a tingle deep in the base of my balls. "Yeah, Jay. Of course." And with that, he leans forward, and I wrap him in my arms, and we passionately kiss. After we break away, I ask, "Do you not want me to bring anyone home? Keep my hook ups separate?" Jay chews on his lip a little, and he says after a few moments, "No. Not because of me. I know you're not looking for a monogamous thing right now, so I don't want to ruin it. I meant it when I said I wouldn't cockblock you." "Wow, Jay. That's really mature of you. Thanks." "Sure. And maybe I'll bring some guys around, too." A little flame bursts inside my chest, and I can't quite place the connected emotion, but whatever it is, it's intense. "Of course. We're our own people, right?" I say, trying not to grit my teeth too much. I can't be jealous. It wouldn't be fair. But jealousy seeps in nonetheless.