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Subject: The almost-twins and the new neighbour Chapter 3 This is my second story on (and it won’t be my last). If you want to read my other story (which is still an ongoing project) you can find it here: https://www.//gay/incest/my-straight-brother/ I want to thank J. for correcting my spelling and grammar (English is not my first language) and for his input in the story. Please consider making a donation to support . fty/ The Almost Twins and the new neighbour — chapter 3 Tristan tried to stop Evert, warning him he couldn’t open the door in his underwear. But then he realised who he would be talking to. Now that he knew Evert was an exhibitionist, he knew that it wouldn’t stop him. On the contrary, maybe he would even strip totally naked before opening the door. As if Evert had guessed Tristan’s thoughts, he rolled his eyes and reassured his brother: “It’ll probably be Johan, I texted him to come over.” Tristan started to panic a little. Did he want Johan to know? He said earlier that he wanted to see the look on Johan’s face, but that was when his dick was doing the thinking instead of his brain. That’s when he fantasised about Evert and him both servicing Johan. It was too late to talk to Evert about it now, because Evert was already at the front door, ready to let his best friend in. “Hey Motherfu…” Tristan heard his brother say, but he abruptly stopped and changed tone. “Oh, sorry sir.” Tristan couldn’t see who was at the door. A voice, in English, with a heavy Spanish accent responded. “Does Roman live here?” He asked with a bit of suspicion. Evert stared into the handsome face of a tall dark stranger. Obviously, he was foreign. Mediterranean, without a doubt. The stranger didn’t seem to notice that Evert was almost naked, much to the annoyance of Evert. Evert started scratching his balls, to make the stranger look at him. The stranger ignored it. “No, no Roman here!” Evert responded. He was kind of being an asshole, thought Tristan. He knew where Roman was, why didn’t he just tell the stranger? “Isn’t this number 67?” The stranger looked at a piece of paper with an address scribbled on. Evert stepped outside and placed himself next to the stranger and looked over his shoulder. It was totally unnecessary, but that way he could make body contact with the stranger. He looked at the paper. “Ah, 67 is next door. This is 69.” It hit the stranger that he was at the wrong house. “Oh yes, I see. Sorry about that!” He apologised. Evert was a little surly that the stranger hadn’t given him the wanted attention. “No problem!” He said while he slammed the door. Roman finally drifted off to sleep, when the doorbell woke him up. At first he was so disoriented that he didn’t know what was going on. He was confused because he thought it was morning and it was his alarm clock that was making that noise. He started pushing the screen of his cellphone, but the sound wouldn’t go away. It was only then that he figured out it wasn’t his alarm after all. Still half a sleep it dawned on him that the invasive noise didn’t come from inside his bedroom. Only then did he realise it was his doorbell.. “Fuck!” He yelled. Ugh, why wouldn’t they just let him sleep. He had to get up early as he had a long drive ahead tomorrow. He had planned a weekend with a friend who lived in Germany. He would have to leave at 5 to be on time. At first, he thought about ignoring the bell, but the one who was ringing it had other plans. He kept ringing the bell. Roman finally gave in. He stumbled out of bed, cursing the one who disturbed his sleep loudly. Roman, who was only wearing a boxer at that point, opened the door. “Is it custom here in Belgium to open the door in boxers?” Pablo joked. Roman was too flabbergasted to speak. He didn’t know how he felt about his ex-boyfriend standing on his doorstep. He was the last one he expected to see. Pablo had broken his heart. They were together for 2,5 years, when Roman got the promotion and the chance to come to lead the new plant in Belgium. At first, Pablo agreed to come with him to Belgium. They were making plans and learning Dutch together, when suddenly Pablo broke it off. Without much explanation, he had just left. One day, Roman came home from work, and Pablo had moved out. At first Roman was mad and they didn’t speak for weeks. Then finally a few weeks before Roman left for Belgium, Pablo contacted him again. They talked it all out, but they both knew they would never be a couple again. Roman really loved Pablo, even though it was hard for Roman to stay faithful. Pablo was a very traditional guy. They would have been the perfect couple, if there was not one thing where they didn’t see eye to eye. Pablo believed in monogamy, where Roman believed in having sex with whoever you wanted. For Roman it was easy to separate love and sex. Pablo on the other hand, didn’t understand how you could have sex with someone who you didn’t love. Roman did have mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was happy to see Pablo, but he didn’t like surprises. To make matters worse, Roman had a busy weekend ahead of him. He didn’t have time for Pablo. He had planned this weekend a long time ago. He hadn’t actually met this friend he was going to visit; he only knew him from chatting. But they had had some hot conversations, and Roman was looking forward to making their hot chats into reality. He couldn’t take Pablo with him. He just wished Pablo had notified him. He stood in the door, still speechless. “Can I come in?” Pablo asked. Roman stepped aside and made a welcoming gesture, but with a crossed look on his face. Pablo sat down on the sofa, without waiting for an invitation to sit down by Roman. Roman was a little irritated. “What are you doing here?” He said, a little ruder than he had planned. “I don’t know. It was an impulse….” Pablo paused and looked at the floor. “I missed you.” Many times, Roman had hoped to hear this from Pablo. He didn’t know how he felt about Pablo being here. And frankly, he was just too irritated to think about it now. He just wanted to go to sleep and deal with Pablo later. He was calculating how little sleep he would have now. He didn’t have the patience to listen to Pablo. Roman went to his bedroom and came back with his credit card. How could Pablo just show up and expect everything to be okay? As if Roman had his life on hold until he showed up again? Roman wanted to listen to Pablo’s story, but boundaries were broken. He was not going to let Pablo stay in his house when he was absent and he wasn’t going to change his plans either. If Pablo wanted to talk, it would have to wait until monday. “Here’s my credit card. I’ll call you a taxi.” Pablo frowned his eyebrows. He didn’t understand what was going on. “I’m going on a trip tomorrow morning, so you can’t stay here. Go to a hotel, until Sunday.” This was not what Pablo had expected. He didn’t know what he had expected but not this. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could utter a word, Roman halted him. “I’m not in the mood to talk about it now. I’ll call you a taxi.” 15 minutes later, Pablo sat in a taxi, a bit disappointed and Roman was back in his bed, trying to go back to sleep. Meanwhile, Evert had witnessed the handsome stranger leave Roman’s house. He had gone to his room, because he had hoped to witness a hot fuck scene. But instead, all the lights had gone out next door. Slightly disappointed, Evert went back downstairs, to join his brother. When he sat down next to his brother, Tristan started a conversation: “About Johan…” Tristan stopped there. “Yes?” Evert urged him to continue. “Well, does he have to know?” Tristan looked a little bit worried to his brother. With his eyes, he was pleading with his brother to agree with him. “Yeah, it will be awesome to see his face.” Evert laughed out loud. “Man, he’s going to feel so stupid. Hahaha, the idiot!” When Evert noticed that Tristan wasn’t laughing along, he stopped. “Don’t you think it’ll be hilarious?” Evert exclaimed, surprised. Tristan didn’t know how to explain to his brother why he wanted to prevent Johan from knowing the truth. He didn’t fully understand himself; it was just a feeling. So, he decided to lie and give a reason Tristan would agree upon. “I think it would be more fun to fool him.” Tristan said silently, almost whispering. He was not sure if this would convince Evert. Evert busted out in laughter. “Yeah, the idiot will never know!” Tristan wasn’t surprised that Evert called his best friend an idiot. He and Johan were always insulting each other, without really meaning anything bad. Tristan laughed along with his brother. Not to laugh at Johan, but more out of relief, that Evert had bought his excuse. They just wanted to resume the movie, when the doorbell rang again. This time it was Johan. Evert greeted his buddy with a fist bump. “Jo, Loser!” He grinned When he saw Tristan he nodded: “Feeling better?” Tristan wondered for a second and then remembered he was supposed to be sick: “Yeah, much better, I’m as good as new!” Johan sat himself down. He sat with his legs widely spread apart. Tristan couldn’t help himself and starred right in Johan’s crotch. He remembered how great it felt to suck on Johan’s dick. In the past, Tristan had wanked off thinking of Johan on a few occasions. But since this fateful morning, he saw Johan in a whole new light. Suddenly, he noticed that Johan was kind of sexy. He wasn’t the stereotypical hunk. In fact, you wouldn’t call him pretty at all. But there was something there. Tristan couldn’t explain what it was, but suddenly, he was much more interested in Johan than before. He had to refrain himself from going down on his knees and crawl between Johan’s manly legs, to put his face in Johan’s crotch and to start licking… Tristan’s train of thoughts was interrupted when Evert came back from the kitchen with a soda for Johan. He handed Johan the can and plopped down on the sofa, next to Tristan. It was only then that Tristan noticed that the head of his dick was poking out of his briefs. He quickly grabbed a pillow and casually laid it on his lap, to hide his arousal. He looked at Johan, to see if he had noticed anything, but if he did, he didn’t show it. Evert and Johan were chatting away about this and that. Tristan didn’t pay attention to what they were saying. He pretended to listen, because that gave him an excuse istanbul travesti to stare at Johan. Suddenly, he heard his name, which brought him back into the conversation. “So with Tristan being sick, your project hasn’t come to reality, huh?” Johan teased Evert. Tristan did pretend as if he didn’t know what Johan meant, but of course he knew, since it was him that told Johan that he would pop his cherry. Evert didn’t exactly know what Johan meant, but he guessed it would be about fucking his brother. He played along: “Oh, but I think he’s much better, so maybe tomorrow.” He laughed loudly. Both of them were acting like assholes at the moment, talking about him as if he was not there. But strange enough, it turned him on even more. Tristan kept fantasising about Johan, while they were shooting the breeze. Johan exuded sex. And the way he dressed was so not how Tristan would dress: old worn-out sneakers, baggy worn out jeans, t-shirts and hoodies. And most of the time a baseball cap. Tristan didn’t know why, but something had changed, and he saw the hidden gem that Johan was. Sure, he had some zits, and he wore braces, but still, he was attractive, in a way that teenage girls didn’t notice yet. “I gotta take a piss!” Johan announced, while he stood up and left the brothers alone. Tristan would have gladly followed Johan to the bathroom, to hold his dick while he was pissing. But he refrained from doing so. “Thinking about my mates dick?” Evert guessed right, while he reached under the pillow and put his hand on Tristan’s hardon. “Oh fuck, you are, aren’t you? Fucking horndog!” He laughed, while he grabbed the pillow and moved his face to Tristan’s crotch and took his dick in his mouth. Tristan sighted lustfully. It felt so good to have his dick in his brother’s mouth. Suddenly they heard Johan’s stream of piss stopping. Tristan pushed Evert off his cock and grabbed the pillow again. Evert grabbed his own crotch and gave him a good squeeze, to let Tristan know he was hard too. Just at that moment, Johan came back into the room. Johan was barely seated when he took out his package of cigarettes. Mom knew Evert smoked. In the beginning she had forbidden it, but she had given up. She let him smoke, but he was forbidden to do it in the house. Not that Evert always obeyed, but he did his best. “Want to go outside?” Johan asked Evert. “For a smoke?” “Yeah, sure” Evert stood up and grabbed his cigarettes. While Johan walked toward the backdoor, Evert turned around and walked backwards behind Johan. He looked at Tristan, and put his tongue in his cheek, while he moved his fist sideways, to indicate he was going to suck Johan. Tristan felt a hint of jealousy but didn’t know how to react. “You should go to mom’s bedroom; I think there is that movie you should enjoy seeing.” Evert hinted to Tristan, while he winked. Tristan took the hint right away and rushed upstairs, to his mother’s bedroom. He left the light out, so he could see better. The twilight was setting, but you could still see clearly enough. At first, Tristan didn’t see his brother and Johan, so he opened the window a little, to listen if he could hear them. “Yeah, probably.” He heard Evert saying, but Tristan didn’t know to what he had reacted. “So you’re still planning on going ahead with it?” Johan asked. “Yeah, sure, you heard him, he’s better now. Maybe tonight, or else this weekend. I’m going to fuck him.” Evert boasted. Tristan smiled. He knew they were talking about him. Evert was a convincing liar. “And how’s your sex life?” Evert asked as he took a drag from his cigarette. Johan laughed, but not out of joy. “If it weren’t for you giving my dick some attention from time to time, I wouldn’t have a sex life.” “And what about Ines? I thought you said you had a change?” Evert inquired. “Yeah, I thought so too. She was nice and all, but she started seeing Jochem.” Johan said with dismay in his voice. “Girls are stupid!” He said after a short pause. Evert knew the struggle of his best friend. He was simply not the guy where girls fell for directly. Pity they didn’t see he was actually not bad looking. Evert knew that Johan would be popular with guys in their twenties or early thirties. He was not some teenage heartthrob, but he was very manly in a boyish sort of way. Although he definitely looked like a teen, you could see the man he would become. And Evert knew that Johan would be a stud when he would lose all the teen characteristics. Ironically, girls fell more for Evert, but he wasn’t interested at all. Evert didn’t want to hide his homosexuality, but he also didn’t feel like coming out. It was a non-issue for him. If anyone would ask if he was gay, he would confirm, but he was not planning on making statements. For him it was natural, and he didn’t feel like he should actively come out, just as a straight person wouldn’t have to come out for being straight. That was how all the sexual favours for Johan started. When they were 14, Evert was fully aware of his homosexuality. He had no problem with being gay whatsoever. Evert couldn’t remember the exact context, but he did remember where it happened. They were in Johan’s room, on a Wednesday afternoon. Johan’s father was at work, his mother had taken Johan’s siblings out. They were home alone and playing videogames, when something Evert had said or done (he couldn’t remember what it was), caused the following reaction by Johan: “Dude, you’re so gay!” Lately, Johan had started to use `that’s so gay’ for basically everything, but actually never in the context of homosexuality. Evert just responded, without missing a beat: “Yeah, I know.” “Dude, you just don’t agree to be gay” Johan explained, as if Evert was stupid. “Why not?” Evert asked, while still playing his video game. “Only gay guys agree on being gay.” He laughed. “Yeah, I know…” Evert retorted without taking his eyes off the game. “So don’t say you’re gay if you’re not!” Johan was getting annoyed with Evert at that point. “Okay!” was all Evert said. “So you’re not gay, okay?” Johan responded. It was more reassuring himself than an actual question. “I’m not?” Evert joked. “Damn, now you made me lose my focus, I’ve been killed!” Evert said annoyed. “Don’t be such a pussy, you lost because you’re a terrible player! And stop saying you’re gay, that’s so gay!” Evert didn’t respond but started the game again. Johan, getting more anxious, asked again: “Are you gay?” “Yeah, I am.” Evert admitted, quit casually, while he kept his eyes on the screen and concentrated on a new monster to slay. “Come on dude, be serious!” Johan urged him, a bit annoyed. He continued, more serious: “Are you gay?” “YES-I-AM!” Evert responded, with emphasis on each word. He didn’t seem bothered by it all. He continued playing the game. Johan didn’t respond for a while. It was as he was trying to grasp the meaning of it all. After a pause, he asked: “I mean, gay as in a dude who loves dick?” “Yeah,” Evert scoffed. “I do love cock.” Suddenly, the tone in Johan’s voice changed: “Have you ever had cock?” “No, but I know I’ll like it. I like my cock, but I guess any guy loves his cock, so that’s not a reference.” “Would you suck dick?” Johan asked, not looking at his best friend, but focussing on the battle he was fighting on the screen. “Of course I would! Can’t wait to taste some guy’s dick!” Evert assured Johan. After a brief pause, Johan confessed: “I want to get sucked, but no girl sucks dick.” Evert didn’t respond, he was preoccupied with the monsters on the screen. “Is it gay to have your cock sucked by a guy?” Johan inquired, as if Evert was the one who knew all the answers to anything gay related. “Guess not.” Was his short answer. “It’s not that I want to suck dick myself.” Johan continued. Evert didn’t respond. He never expected Johan to want to suck dick, so it was not a surprise. “I would still be straight if I let a guy suck, wouldn’t I?” Johan’s voice changed tone. It sounded more like curiosity. Evert paused the game. He looked at his best friend. He looked him straight in the eye. “Do you want me to suck your dick?” He asked. And that’s how it started, and till today, it’s still going on. When Evert suggested to Johan to go behind the garden shed, so they wouldn’t be visible, Johan knew what Evert’s plans were. To tell the truth, he was in the mood for a blow job. The boys had just shared a joint and the relaxing feeling and hormones were getting Johan in the mood. Up from his mom’s room, Tristan had a perfect view. He saw Evert grabbing Johan’s crotch and giving it a good squeeze. Johan chuckled: “Hadn’t had enough this morning?” “There’s always room for more dick!” Evert winked, while he unbuttoned Johan’s jeans. Johan was not wearing any underwear. That was a sign that he was expecting some action. He always went commando when he expected a blowjob, because underwear would get in the way if it had to be done quick. While he stood there, his legs spread and his dick sticking out, he imagined that it was some girl going down on him instead of his best friend. He placed his hand on Evert’s head and directed the pace in which he sucked his dick. Upstairs, Tristan felt a shot of jealousy, as he saw his brother suck on that glorious dick that he had sucked this morning. How he wished it was him, on his knees. He saw Johan lighting up another cigarette, while held his head back, visibly enjoying the attention his dick got. For Evert it felt great to suck the first dick he ever sucked. He was as familiar with this dick as he was with his one. Evert couldn’t even say how many dicks he had sucked, but this one still was his favourite. It was straight, quite big, with a veiny shaft. Johan had low hanging balls, which often hit Evert’s chin, especially when Johan took control and bucked his hips back and forth. But that was not the case tonight. Johan was more mellow and just leaned against the garden shed. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the house. Tristan froze. He couldn’t see Johan’s eyes, because of the baseball cap he was wearing, but he feared that Johan had seen him. In a panic, he ducked down and stayed on the floor for a few moments, before slowly getting back up and peeping through the window. Maybe Johan hadn’t seen him? After all, the lights were out in the room, and it was getting darker. When he looked at the place where just a minute kadıköy travesti ago his brother had been sucking Johan, he gasped. They were gone. Shit! What if Johan had seen him? Tristan quickly scanned the garden , to reassure himself. Suddenly, he felt relieved. Johan had moved to the oak tree in the back of the garden. He was stroking his cock, now in frontal view to Tristan. Evert was nowhere to be seen. Johan was slowly moving his hand up and down his uncut cock. He was looking at his own cock and seemed to enjoy what he was doing. Then he looked up, straight at the house. Tristan’s heart skipped a beat, but this time he didn’t flinch. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced Johan couldn’t see him. Johan was just looking up, not looking at him. “I’ve prepared him for you, you should go out.” Evert whispered in Tristan’s ear. Just before Tristan could have shrieked, Evert had placed his hand on Tristan’s mouth. Tristan’s heart was racing. He hadn’t heard Evert come in. When Evert removed his hand, Tristan hit his brother. Not hard, it was not his intention to hurt him, but he was so startled that he had to react. “What the fuck, dude! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Evert found it funny, because he started to laugh uncontrollably. “Dude, your face, hahaha, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”. While he kept laughing, he took his boxer briefs off and tossed them to Tristan. “Here, put this on, fix your hair, and pretend you’re me!” Tristan hesitated a second. “Go on, he’s waiting!” Tristan slipped off his white briefs and stepped into his brother’s boxers. They were wet with precum, and oddly enough, this turned Tristan on, even more. He quickly fixed his hair to make it look more like Evert and headed downstairs. Just before he reached the backdoor, Evert called him back. He handed him a small red pill, shaped like a pair of lips. Tristan looked confused to his brother. “It’s just some E.” He said as he rolled his eyes. Tristan still looked confused. “XTC!” Evert explained. “It was the excuse I used to go inside, so you could take my place.” Tristan felt uneasy. He knew he was a bit of a nerd, and that Evert was a bit of a bad boy. But XTC? He had never guessed. He felt conflicted. He was anti-drugs, but he was also horny for Johan’s dick. Evert noticed Tristan’s reluctance. “It’s harmless!” He sighed. Tristan looked at the small pill in his hand. “Fine, I’ll bring it to him and suck his dick!” Evert said as he grabbed for the pill. Tristan pulled his hand back. “No, I’ll do it!” He exclaimed. His hormones had taken control. He justified his action to himself. If he wouldn’t give it to Johan, Evert would. So there wouldn’t be any difference, except that he would lose the chance to suck Johan. “There you are, I thought you would leave me here, taking care of myself!” Johan joked. “No, I couldn’t find it at first.” Tristan said reluctantly. “Do you have it?” Johan asked eagerly. Tristan handed him the pill. Johan looked at it for a few seconds. “Are you sure it’s okay?” This was a relief for Tristan. It seemed that Johan wasn’t experienced with drugs at all. “I guess so, but you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to.” Tristan said quickly. “Na, it’s cool, I want to try it. See what all the fuss is about.” Johan scoffed. He kept looking at the pill in the palm of his hand. He let his dick go. Tristan starred at the gorgeous dick. He took his change and grabbed it. He started to gently play with it. Johan scoffed again. “Man, you’re eager for my dick today!” Tristan only smiled, a little sheepishly. Johan was still debating whether or not to take the XTC. Tristan hoped that Johan wouldn’t do it. “Want to take the other half?” Johan suggested. To his own surprise Tristan nodded yes. He immediately regretted it, but he didn’t know how to take it back. Johan struggled to break the pill. At long last, he placed it on his tongue and bit it in half between his teeth. He stuck his tongue out with the two halves on it. Before he could do anything, Tristan stood on his toes, because Johan was taller than him and with his lips, he took one half of the pill. “Fuck dude! That was so gay!” Johan exclaimed and laughed. He then swallowed the pill. Tristan did the same. The taste was bitter and unpleasant. Tristan’s heart was racing. It was too early to be the XTC, it was because he did something that scared him. Fuck, why did he do it? It was too late to do anything about it now. He started to wank Johan again. He sank to his knees and wanted to take Johan’s dick in his mouth, but Johan stepped back. “Let’s wait until the XTC kicks in. I want the full experience.” He explained. Reluctantly, Tristan stood back up. Johan put his dick back in his pants. “Have you met your new neighbour?” Johan asked. “Yeah, he came over earlier tonight. He seems cool.” Tristan shrugged. “He seems rich. Have you seen his Mercedes? That car costs more than some houses. I’m telling you, this guy is loaded.” Johan said while he lit two cigarettes. He gave one to Tristan. “Maybe he can `sponsor’ you.” Johan giggled. Tristan looked confused. “Come on dude, don’t tell me you haven’t thought of picking the lock and see if there are valuables.” Johan snickered. Tristan was shocked. He learned more about his brother this one day than all the years before. Suddenly, things fell into place. Even though their mother had a limited budget to spend, and their father didn’t pay his child support, Evert did seem to have brand clothing, the newest Nike sneakers, an expensive iPhone and all he wanted. Tristan always assumed that Evert got the money from his summer jobs. During the summer he worked as a waiter, and sometimes during the year, he had odd jobs, like stocking shelves in the supermarket, or working for the city council to maintain the parks. He even had been delivering hamburgers at one point. But now it felt to place that none of these jobs were so high earning to explain all of the luxury Evert had. Tristan was a bit naïve and only now he realised that his brother did not always earn his money the honest way. Tristan’s train of thought was interrupted by Johan. “Do you feel hot too?” He asked Tristan. Tristan had started sweating, despite being naked, except for Evert’s underwear. He felt his hard racing and he felt a rush of energy coming over him. “Man, my dick is rock-hard, better take care of it soon, or else I’ll shoot my load before you get the chance to take it in your mouth.” Johan talked extremely fast. While he was talking, he leaned against the oak and kept rubbing his crotch with both hands. Tristan sank to his knees and freed Johan’s racing dick from his denim prison. As soon as Tristan took the tip of this monster in his mouth, Johan, started violently fucking his mouth. He took Tristan’s head in both his hands. While thrusting his crotch in Tristan’s face, he lost his balance and fell over, pushing Tristan to the ground. It didn’t faze him, though. He leaned on his muscular arms and started pumping his dick in Tristan’s eager mouth. Tristan touched Johan everywhere he could. He caressed Johan’s upper legs, his ass, then he moved his hands over Johan’s torso and then back to Johan’s ass. It was as if he didn’t have control over his arms, they moved faster than he could think. Johan kept pumping his face. Johan’s dick hit Tristan’s throat a few times, which caused Tristan to gag a little. “Dude, I want to fuck you, give me your ass, I want to put my dick in your ass!” Johan suddenly rambled. He retracted his dick from Tristan’s mouth and stood up. Tristan didn’t need to be told twice. He took off his underwear. “Get on all fours, dude, stick your ass up for me!” Johan ordered in a rapid tempo. Tristan did as he was told. He sat on his knees and rested his elbows on the ground. He was barely ready, when Johan started pushing his dick against Tristan’s ass. They hadn’t any lube, but Johan’s dick was slick with the saliva from the mouthfuck. Tristan pushed his ass a bit up, to let Johan enter more easily. Johan, or rather the XTC, didn’t take his time, and in one trust, he entered Tristan. “Oh fuck! This feels awesome!” He exclaimed. For Tristan, it hurt like hell, but at the same time, it felt great to have Johan’s dick in him. “Fuck dude, I love you!” Johan said while he started bucking his hips. His dick almost completely retracted and then he plunged it all the way back in. He was not a patient lover, that was for sure. He grabbed Tristan’s hips and with all his power, he lifted Tristan almost of the ground. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck man, this feels great! Your ass feels so tight.” Johan grunted Tristan felt Johan’s balls violently slam against his ass. It turned him on even more. He loved how Johan was the stronger one of them two and how he took control. It felt great to be overpowered by him. “Can I fill you up?” Johan asked, but before Tristan had time to process that question, Johan let out a loud groan. “Fuck, I’m shooting in you, dude!” Johan reached over and took a fistful of Tristan’s hair in his hand, while he slapped Tristan’s ass with his other hand. Tristan had concentrated to not cum, but now, he let go, and rope after rope of hot cum shot from his dick on the lawn. Both boys were heavily panting. “Fuck, the cum is dripping from your ass!” Johan exclaimed. Tristan shot two more shots of cum. Johan didn’t pull out. He stayed there, frozen. Tristan was still jagged up by the XTC. He took his cock in his hand. It was still hard. He started jerking it. Apparently, Johan didn’t come down from his high either. He started thrusting his dick, which was still in Tristan’s ass. Not before long, they were fucking again. This time, the pace was less frantic, but still hard enough. Instead of thrusting, Johan now had taken Tristan’s hip and used Tristan as a fuck doll. He moved Tristan up and down his dick. Tristan was leaning again on his elbows. He turned his head to watch Johan. Johan kept looking at his own dick disappearing in Tristan’s ass. Tristan dug his nails into the dirt. The roughness of Johan’s fucking was hurting his ass, but strangely enough, that pain also gave pleasure. He groaned and wanted to talk dirty to Johan, but he had no inspiration, so he let the silence linger. Suddenly, Tristan sat up and leaned against Johan’s torso. Johan kept fucking, while Tristan was jerking his dick. This bakırköy travesti time, it was Tristan who fired the first shot. A barely audible moan escaped his mouth, while he leaned his head back on to Johan’s shoulder. The spasm in Tristan’s ass, caused Johan to cum too. For the second time, he shot his load in Tristan. The two teens panted and stayed connected. After they caught their breath again, Johan gently pulled out. He had never undressed. The front of jeans was sticky with cum that had dripped out of Tristan’s ass. Tristan searched for Evert’s boxer briefs. He put them back on. The boys sat down on the grass. Johan lit two cigarettes again. They sat there, smoking, and watching the moon and the stars. “Man, fucking is even better than I imagined.” Johan confessed while he took a drag of his cigarette. Tristan was surprised. He had never thought that Johan was a virgin. He knew that Johan rarely had a girlfriend, but he imagined that he at least had fucked someone. “Imagine how it would be to fuck a girl…I just hope her pussy is as tight as your ass.” He joked as he gave Tristan a playful stomp on the shoulder. While they sat in the grass, Tristan was suddenly aware of the grass. It was as if he had never felt grass before. It felt so intense. And the stars were so beautiful, lighting just for them, with the pale moon as the central spot. Tristan felt things he never felt before. He wanted to hug Johan, but he refrained from doing so. “We should get back in, or Tristan will wonder what we are doing?” Johan announced. “Nah!” Tristan responded. “He’s probably watching some boring documentary and has forgotten about us.” Nevertheless, he stood up and walked to the house. Johan followed him. Walking was a strange feeling. It felt as if he had to think about every step. And every step felt as if he was taking giant leaps. Once inside, he saw Evert sitting on the coach, in his white briefs. Sure enough, Evert was pretending to watch a documentary. He turned it off when Johan and Tristan sat down. When Johan announced he had to take a piss, Evert urged Tristan to change again. They swiftly changed from underwear and tossed their hair. They switched seats and they both were relieved that they could be themselves again. “Did I see it right? Did he fuck you?” Evert hissed in his brother’s ear. Tristan nodded to affirm it. “Oh man, lucky bastard, I wanted to be his first one. I had suggested it so many times, but he never wanted it, because it would be too gay.” There was some awe in Evert’s voice. “And how does the XTC make you feel?” He asked curiously. “Well, you know…” Tristan said. “You have taken it more than I did.” “No, I just sell that stuff, I’ve never taken it myself.” Evert answered decisively. This surprised Tristan. Maybe his brother wasn’t such a bad boy as he imagined. Johan waddled back in the room. His movements were a bit strange. More robotic than normal. “Man, that XTC fucked me up!” He sighed while he sat down on the sofa. He threw a leg over the armrest of the seat. The way he was sitting, his crotch was in full view of Tristan. Tristan couldn’t help but stare. He noticed a wet spot, probably the last drops of piss. “I can’t go home like this; dad will immediately see there’s something going on.” He sighed. Evert agreed. Johan’s pupils were so dilated that he seemed an alien. He glanced at his brother, who had the same effect. He just hoped Johan wouldn’t notice, because that would give them away. “You can sleep here, we can put an air mattress on the floor of our room.” Evert offered. “I’m sure Tristan won’t mind.” He turned to Tristan. “You don’t mind if Johan sleeps with us, do you?” He asked pro forma, because he knew the answer. Johan called his mom, who would be the easiest to convince. To his relief, she agreed. The boys left Johan alone in the living room, while they went to the basement to find their old air mattress. When they were in the basement, Evert pinned Tristan against the wall. He planned his lips on his brother’s lips. Tristan welcomed Evert’s tongue and they were making out. “Bro, that was such a hot sight, to see you getting fucked by my mate!” Evert whispered between two kisses. Tristan could feel that his brother liked it, by the hardness of his cock. “You took my chance to be the first one fucked by Johan. To make up for it, I think you should suck me!” He hissed. Tristan didn’t protest. Although he came several times today, he was still horny. Probably the XTC was responsible for it. But his dick wasn’t cooperating. It got only semi hard. Tristan knew he wouldn’t be able to cum again, but he sure didn’t mind servicing his brother. He got down on his knees and yanked his brother’s underwear down. He engulfed Evert’s dick and sucked with all his might. “Oh yeah, you’re an eager cocksucker!” Evert whispered. Tristan sucked while he played with Evert’s balls. Soon his hands slit underneath his balls, and he reached Evert’s hole. He started fingering his brother. “Oh, you fucking bastard!” Evert groaned approvingly. Tristan let Evert’s cock almost entirely slip out of his mouth, before sucking it back in. This was met with approving groans by Evert. Suddenly, he stood up and turned around. Before Evert could react, Tristan had Evert’s dick in his hand. He guided it to his hole and impaled himself. He reached around and put his arm around his shoulder. “Fuck me hard, bro!” He begged. That was more encouragement than Evert needed. He started driving his dick deep in his brother, while the two brothers looked in each other’s eyes. Evert had hooked his hand under Tristan’s right knee. He leaned a bit back, to be able to fuck Tristan deeper. “I’m lucky to have you as a brother!” He exclaimed before planting a kiss on Tristan’s lips. While they were making out, Evert started shooting his load in his brother. Just as he was coming, they heard a voice at the top of the stairs. “Fuck, dude, you finally convinced your brother?!” Johan exclaimed, before passing out. The boys were scared. They rushed up the stairs to find Johan laying there. Evert started slapping his face. Johan slowly opened his eyes. He then turned his head to the side and vomited on the floor. “Yuk!” Evert exclaimed in disgust. Tristan rushed to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel. He put it on Johan’s brow. Evert went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. Tristan took the glass of water from his brother. He sat down and placed Johan’s head in his lap. He helped him up a bit to have a sip of water. Meanwhile, Evert had begun to clean the vomit up. When he was done, he threw the towel in the washing machine and put in some other towels. He started the washing machine, to hide this episode for his mom when she would return. When he came back to where Johan and Tristan were, he saw that Tristan was better. He sat up, leaning against the wall. “I’m sorry!” Johan whispered hoarsely. “Don’t worry about it!” Tristan assured him. “How do you feel now?” “Better, actually…” He responded while he smiled at Tristan. This made Tristan weak inside. “You should drink, but no more than one pint each hour.” Evert explained. Johan stood back up and went to the living room, where he sat back on the sofa. They waited another hour, but when they heard their mom’s car pulling up the driveway, Evert rushed upstairs with Johan. They had agreed it was better that Tristan informed their mother that Johan would stay the night. Tristan had put on his pyjamas and sat on the sofa, seemingly nonchalant watching TV. “Hi mom!” He greeted his mom when she entered. “How was your night?” “It was okay. And how about you guys?” She inquired as she took her jacket and shoes off. “I see the house is still standing, so that’s good news.” “Mom, you know we always behave.” Tristan said as he rolled his eyes. His mom came over and gave her son a kiss. She then hesitated a moment. “What’s with your eyes?” Blood pumped to Tristan’s head. Fuck, he had totally forgotten about it. “Euhm, I had some allergies, and I did some drops in my eyes.” Tristan lied. He was lucky that it was him and not his brother. His mother would never believe that he had taken XTC, so she bought this story. “Listen, mom, I hope it’s okay, but Johan is staying over.” “Oh.” Was all she said. It was not the first time Johan stayed over, but mostly; it was prearranged. She grew suspicious. “Have they been drinking?” Tristan judged it better that they were guilty of a lesser crime, so he sighed: “Yes, Johan is a little drunk and didn’t want to face his parents. But mom, please, don’t say I said anything.” His mom rolled her eyes. “Teenage boys…” She walked over to Tristan and took his face in her hands. “I’m lucky that you’re such a good boy. I can always rely on you.” Tristan felt guilty. If his mother knew what he did today, her heart would be broken. He looked at the floor. Lucky for him, she interpreted as if he was being shy thanks to the compliment. “I’ll go check on those two rascals, to see if they are okay.” While his mom walked up the stairs, Tristan prayed that they would be decent. Apparently, they were, because five minutes later, his mom was back downstairs. “I’m going to bed.” She kissed Tristan goodnight. Tristan headed upstairs to his room. When he entered, Johan and Evert sat on Evert’s bed. Johan looked better. Tristan was relieved. “I don’t have a pyjama.” Johan said to Evert. “Just sleep in your underwear.” Evert responded. “Dude….” Johan widened his eyes and slightly tilted his head towards Tristan. Tristan immediately got what he wanted to say. It was funny that Johan tried to hide things from Tristan that Tristan already knew. It finally hit Evert too. He chuckled. “Tristan, maybe you should get some extra water, in case we get thirsty tonight.” Evert said to Tristan. Tristan got the hint, he walked downstairs to fill a pitcher with water, and he brought three glasses. When he returned back to their room, Johan was lying, in what Tristan recognised as Evert’s underwear, on the mattress. The boys quickly went to sleep. Tristan was the last to fall asleep. The XTC had made him so energetic that now he had a hard time sleeping. His brother was snoring, and he heard the rhythmic breath of Johan. From his bed, he looked right into Johan’s sleeping face. The moon shone between an opening in the curtains and a beam of light hit Johan’s face. Tristan was watching Johan’s face until finally he drifted off. Only four hours later, when the first birds started to sing, Roman pushed the snooze button on his alarm clock. He was still tired and used the extra 9 minutes to gradually wake up.

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