Making My Nephew, Part 2

When we got to the family room, we toasted again, and finished our glasses of champagne. I put our glasses and the remainder of the bottle on the bar, then asked, “Is Jenny expecting you home for dinner? It’s coming up 5:00.” “She figured we might want to talk for a while, but, anyway, she was planning a girls night out with her sister and some friends,” responded Simon, “but I’ll send her a text to give her the good news that you agreed!” As he was doing that, I sent our father a quick text with our agreed code word indicating that I needed the house to myself, in case he and mum returned early from their trip. I then ran to grab a sheet from the linen closet to use to protect the couch, and the little brown bottle from the dresser in my bedroom. When I returned to the family room Simon had just received Jenny’s reply. She was delighted by the news that I wanted to help them, but suggested we look out the window, as Simon should stay with me overnight. I went to the window and saw that heavy snow was falling, which is rare in Vancouver. I turned on the gas fireplace. Shortly after, I got dad’s reply…he and mum were still in Mexico for a few more days, as they had extended their trip. He add that he hoped I was having a good time! Lucky us, the stars were aligning! Simon helped me put the drop sheet over the big oxblood leather couch, and we moved the coffee table to the side. Then he grinned and said, “Fuck bro, I am so horny for you now! This will be a blast!”, and we kissed as we both jerked.

Simon then sat on the couch, then, with me standing, hugged me close. He kissed my belly, his hands on my ass, and moved my cock to the side of his face while he licked my balls hungrily. He then began stroking my cock as tousled his hair I admired his veiny forearm and put his mouth to my glans, slurping my precum and flicking my frenulum. I groaned my pleasure as he stroked harder. Then he released his hand and took my cock in his mouth. I moaned loudly and began thrusting my hips, forcing it in farther, as he rubbed my torso and tweaked my nipples. I could not believe this was his first sucking experience! He worked with his suction, tongue teasing the underside, slurping as saliva dripped onto his own cock, and I put my right foot up on the seat. Our bodies already glistening with sweat, he jerked me and sucked me and, now that he had better access between my legs, with his other hand he pressed on my perineum and tugged my balls, and I thrust harder. Then he began to finger my boyhole, which sent me into ecstasy! I felt myself nearing climax, so I pulled away and went over to the bar and grabbed my little brown bottle of joy. I returned to the couch and sat, asking Simon to stand up. I asked Simon whether he had ever tried poppers, and he said, looking at me quizzically, yeah we sometimes buy them frozen at Costco for party snacks. “Wrong poppers,” I said, grinning wolfishly (thinking my bro was clueless). I showed him my poppers bottle, saying, “I meant this stuff – it brings euphoria and is a bit of an aphrodisiac – its amyl nitrite, which sounds like an explosive, and that’s what it does for your orgasms!” I unscrewed the lid and took a snort in one nostril while plugging the other with my finger, then handed it to Simon, saying, “Don’t spill!”. He took a whiff and screwed on the cap. After a few seconds he was feeling the euphoria and said, “Fuck Fuck”, as he hopped around jerking frantically. Then I lay against the back of the sofa facing him and pulled him over me so he was kneeling astride my chest. I took a larger snort than I had the first time, feeling the almost out-of-body sensation, and took his cock in my mouth. He began fucking my mouth hard while I looked up at his body and face and jerked myself with my right hand. He rubbed his chest while I reached behind his right leg with my left hand and grabbed his balls from behind and tugged at them. At the same time, I pressed my hand into his perineum and he cried out in ecstasy, “Oh ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!” I cupped his ass cheeks and he pulled my head into his cock as I felt pulsing from his perineum. “Fuckbrogonnacumbrogonna cum” he screamed as I sucked him yet more urgently, then he tried to pull out. I put my arms around his bum to keep him in my mouth, and his whole body spasmed, as he unloaded shot after shot, and I felt his pulsating cock. I was getting very close now, as I tortured his post-cum glans with my tongue, causing his body to spasm more and him to groan hard and laugh with glee. Then I turned him over with his back on the couch and got on top of him just in time, shoving my cock in his mouth as I cummed. I kept fucking his mouth until my ‘gasm was totally over, then moved down so I could kiss him, both our mouths full of our love juice. We both slurped away for a long time, spreading cum on each others faces and chests before we swallowed what remained. Yum! Then I lay on top of Simon for a while, as I had after he had taught me to masturbate 10 years earlier, our sperm mingling. We smiled broadly as I rose to pour more champagne. We again toasted to our love as our erections and balls slackened, and I asked, “Was that really your first time sucking? You were so good at it!” He responded, “I have had girls who were quite expert, and I did the same thing for you! Sucking your beautiful cock was incredible, I am not sure why we never did that before!” I said, “We were just not ready to take that step, Simon, that’s all… we can now do it as often as we both want.”

We went to the main bathroom and peed together, arms around each other’s waists, jousting with our streams, and laughing. Then I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, and we hopped into the large stall. We grinned at each other and embraced, then kissed under the stream of water. After we each shampooed quickly and rinsed, I soaped Simon’s torso and he mine, and we rubbed our bodies together. It was a rapturous feeling, and we both got semi-hard. I then knelt and soaped Simon’s feet, and worked my way up his legs. When I reached his crotch, he gasped and moaned as I slipped my right hand against his anus and applied pressure to his perineum, while with my left I applied pressure to his lower abdomen above his cock. As I moved my left hand along his cock and started stroking, his legs began to shake and his hips to buck. “Fuck, bro…” he gasped. Then before I went too far he stooped and reciprocated, beginning with my feet. I stopped him from stroking me as I felt myself getting close, and we again rubbed our bodies together as we rinsed off. “Let’s save it for later,” I said to Simon.

After we dried each other, I went to my bedroom and got a couple of fleece bathrobes. We then went back to the family room, grabbed our phones, our glasses, and the rest of the champagne and went to the kitchen. “You must be starving, I’ll rustle up something.” Simon said that he had enjoyed his protein snack but was left wanting more! “I have leftover spaghetti sauce, how about that? I just need to boil up the spaghetti and heat the sauce.” Simon said, “Sounds like just the thing on a wintry night!” After I got things ready, we looked at our phones. Simon had another text from Jenny, and I had two missed calls from unknown numbers and two text messages. Simon poured us the last of the champagne, and checked what Jenny had to say. She had to stay overnight with her sister because of the weather, and was curious about our dinner plans. As Simon replied as I opened my texts. The first one was from Joey, the nurse. He said that he had just finished his shift and this was his first chance to send a message. I had enjoyed meeting me and would probably see me on Tuesday when I would get my test results. “Perhaps a coffee or drink afterwards?” The second was from Declan, who said he was heading home from work on a crowded, slow-moving bus and thinking about me. “Maybe we could hang out sometime soon?” I decided to mull over my answers before texting back. Simon went to the wine shelf beside the bar and found a nice Italian red to accompany dinner. I told him about the texts. “Wow, bro, two quick results. How do you do that?” I said, “Well, it’s just a matter of being attentive and knowing when another guy is flirting or eying you up. Joey was pretty obvious and Declan was worth the chance, and I’m glad they both got back to me!” “You fancy both of them, eh Nathan? I thought they were both pretty hot too! Maybe I could join in with you and either of them sometime!” said Simon. “Let me, um, size them up first,” said I, and Simon nearly choked on his remaining champagne as he laughed. I went on, “Experience tells me that hot Filipinos are either very high maintenance (as am I) or carry a lot of family and religious baggage. I don’t know much about Irish guys, other than the ones with huge dicks I have seen on PornHub! Redheads like Declan look like their crotches are on fire! Simon burst our laughing again, “He could sure set fire to you, I am sure! And maybe me!” I texted Joey that I would have to go for my results late in the day on Tuesday as I had classes at UBC, so we could get together for a coffee after his shift. He quickly responded that he had already made me an appointment for 4:30 Tuesday with the specialist, Dr. Epstein. Then I texted Declan and asked what days or evenings he had off work, explaining I was a student and free most evenings. He replied with his sched and suggested someplace in the Davie Village sometime, confirming my suspicions about him! I replied that I would pop by the pub during one of his shifts in the next couple of days so we could set something up.

As we waited for dinner to be ready, we at the kitchen table and reminisced about our teen escapades. “Remember when I was about 16 and I developed an obsession with being an absolute “sex machine” before my first time with a woman?”, said Simon. “Of course I do, bro,” said I, “We would attach wrist weights to our erect cocks! I also used to tie your hands behind you, coat your cock with baby oil, then masturbate you repeatedly to the verge of orgasm, you begging me to let you cum. I developed a very keen sense of when you were reaching the point of no return! I dunno how I resisted sucking you, but there you go!” “Fuck Nathan”, Simon said, opening his bathrobe to reveal his huge erection “look at me now!” I took off my bathrobe to show him I was equally hard, then went down on him, taking his cock into my mouth as far as I could. Then the spaghetti nearly overboiled! I let him go and ran over to the stove, then told Simon we should have dinner; afterward we could get up to all sorts of mischief. I donned my bathrobe because it was a bit cold in the kitchen. Once I had plated our dinners, I turned down the dimmers on the room lighting, lit candles on the table, and we sat at the table while dining on the delicious pasta and washing it down with Valpolicella, while watching through the window the heavy snow fall. We were both ravenous and made a lot of exaggerated slurping sounds while sucking in the spaghetti. After we finished eating, we remained at the table nursing our wine, holding hands, and continued reminiscing about our past sex lives. We had enjoyed a lot of antics with three of our boy cousins, and Simon had lost his virginity to Cousin Patrick’s girlfriend in a 3-way with him. “Remember Patrick always avoided tanning his ass, cuz he said she liked his tan line?” asked Simon. I responded, “You always called him ‘moonbeam’ after taking turns with him on his girlfriend and watching his ass as he pummeled her!” Then he recalled, “It was the next day that Dad surprized the five of us when he came home as we were having one of our sessions? He was angrier with our indiscretion in case Mum had come home than anything else. Then he dropped the bombshell that he was still having fun with our two uncles!” We laughed as I said, “I gotta tell you about the time I caught our uncles together after I got home from uni!” And so it went while we finished our glasses of wine, and then washed the pots and dishes. “Let’s go back to the family room,” said Simon, wiggling his eyebrows. I said, “PornHub?” Then “woohoos” erupted from both of us as we scurried from the kitchen, our bathrobes open to reveal our again rampant cocks. It was as though we were both teenagers again and enjoying every minute of it!

I got my laptop from my bedroom and set it up to use the big-screen TV as a monitor. After I logged on to PornHub we had a quick discussion of what we would watch and settled on wild Japanese orgies. We anointed each other’s cocks with my very silky coconut oil-lube, and we sat with my left leg over his right and jerked each other, kissing, nibbling ears, and biting nipples while watching the beautiful men and women in multiple simultaneous couplings and turn-taking in the videos. (The women kissed each other while being fucked, but unfortunately the guys hardly touched each other, except during double penetration, as is typical of those videos, and I think entirely unrealistic.) “Holey fuck!” we both screamed out several times! We laughed, cringed, and commented a lot, Simon telling me what positions Jenny enjoys. I said, “I hope she doesn’t squeal like those Japanese girls!” Simon said, “Her voice is huskier as she groans!” We repeatedly jerked each other slowly, then quickly, then stopped. As I our bodies became shinier with sweat, I unscrewed the lid from the poppers and let Simon have a snort, then took one myself. As the ethereal feeling took over, I held Simon’s cock with my left hand and pulled the skin down so his purple glans was tight. I then reached over with my right and began making circular motions on his oily glans with my spread-out palm. “Oh fuck, bro, so intense!”, Simon screamed out as his hips bucked, his body tensed, and his toes pointed. Knowing he was about to explode I went back to furiously jerking him with my left hand and took over on my own slick cock with my right, and we both cried out simultaneously, “Fuck man, gonna cum!!!” I quicky got us both to the point of no return, and we groaned, our bodies spasming while our first shots of hot jizz hit our faces, and rope after rope landed on our chests. Before my shots subsided, I straddled Simon and unloaded the last ones into his mouth while he stoked wildly and continued spurting until sated. I then collapsed onto him as we panted, and our chests heaved. After a minute or so I levered myself up and stood facing my beautiful brother as our smiles beamed and our cocks gradually softened while still spasming a bit. He put his hands behind his head, enabling me to fully admire his biceps, lats, and washboard tummy. I took our final drops in my hand and licked them up.

After we cleaned up in the bathroom, we again donned our robes and, as we walked to the kitchen, I suggested I make us some hot chocolate, which I knew Simon enjoyed. He said, “Just the thing on a snowy evening”. After I put large mugs of milk to heat in the microwave, we stood looking out the large kitchen window as the snow fell heavily and twinkled in the porch light and it formed a thick blanket over everything we could see. It was now only about 9:00 pm and the snow showed no sign of abating. After I added and stirred in the chocolate powder, I asked Simon, “So what will we spike this with? Kahlua? Whiskey? Grande Marnier?” He said his favourite is Amaretto, which is also mine, so I got the bottle from under the bar in the family room. “This is so yummy, bro!” said Simon after taking his first sip.

As we sat at the table facing each other, we talked a bit about my courses, as he had studied with many of the same profs, and about Simon’s job with an engineering firm. But inevitably the topic returned to the procreation situation. I said, “Well bro, you sure have nothing to worry about in the virility department!” Then he took my hand and surprised me with, “Well, a couple of times during the non-spontaneous fucks with Jenny, I felt so much stress that I nearly lost my erection, and I had to really concentrate and make myself cum quickly, which was not satisfying for either of us. Of course, she knew what had happened, and would give me the silent treatment afterward instead of being sympathetic. Then, when we got home after finding out my sperm count, Jenny went to our bedroom, and I could hear her crying through the closed door. Instead of comforting her, I downed a couple of full glasses of whiskey and fell asleep on the couch. I felt terribly down and emasculated.”

“Geez bro”, said I, “I am so disappointed that she took it that way, particularly with her being a doctor. Your count is not bad, just low-normal, and you sure produce a lot of semen. You’re like Willy Wanka and the Yoghurt Factory! It could be just temporary. Did your doctor offer any solutions or hope?” He grinned at my humour, and said, “Well, given my excellent physical condition and high level of physical activity, and the fact that I don’t abuse substances or use hot tubs, he put it down to just randomness or possibly stress of my transition from school into my career. The bottom line is that there is a ‘slightly lower chance of impregnation after a given instance of coitus’ as he put it. But the lab noted the unusually high volume of my sample, so there is nothing wrong with my plumbing! I’m glad I used good porn!” I said that my sample was also of impressive volume and it will be interesting to find out my count, and I hoped it would be high enough to increase that fertilization probability. Simon smiled and said, “And with you there with us next weekend, Jenny and I will be crazy enthusiastic! I feel so comfortable with you, bro, and so loved.” We hugged, as I thought how surreal the situation was.

When we finished our mugs of hot chocolate, I asked whether he’d like another. He suggested I make a pot of tea and, after it had steeped and I poured, we both added milk to our mugs. I got some gingersnap biscuits out of the cupboard as they are great for dunking. “Nothing more British in a crisis than milky tea and bickies!” I said in my best English accent. Simon suggested we move to the family room and watch some thriller on Netflix. We first went and moved the coffee table in front of the couch, then we took in the teapot, mugs, and a plate of the biscuits. We decided to watch one of the Mission: Impossible movies with Tom Cruise that neither of us had seen. I picked up the poppers and lube and went to my bedroom and returned them to my nightstand (in case needed later, hehe) and got a big cozy blanket from the linen closet. When I returned to the couch, we took off our bathrobes and cuddled naked under the blanket. I recall that we each had two cups and several biscuits while watching some tense chase and fight scenes, but I don’t remember anything else until I woke up at around 3:00 am under the covers in my bed pressed up against Simon’s back and his head on my left arm. He had carried there, to the same bed where he had taught me how to masturbate 10 years earlier! I needed to pee, and my piss hardon was between Simon’s legs just below his crotch. I almost always jerk off in the morning if I have a piss hardon, cuz why squander a good erection? I started to thrust with my hips, my lower abdomen against his ass, and felt for his cock with my free hand. It was just as hard as mine, but I knew from his breathing that he was fast asleep. As I bucked my hips I knew it wouldn’t take me long to cum. I stroked Simon’s cock until he became aware, and moaned, rolling onto his back and releasing my cock, with my arm still under his head. I guessed that he also needed to pee and would cum quickly, so I threw back the covers and continued stroking him. He took over jerking himself, still half asleep, as I nuzzled his face, played with his nipples, and rubbed his torso. He pulled up his knees, lifting his hips into the air, and began thrusting his cock into his hand. I felt his abs tense as he groaned, began to shake, then released shot after shot across his body as far as his chin. I rubbed his body with his hot “yoghurt” as he dropped his ass back onto the bed and extended his legs, and then I began furiously stroking my own cock, using his cum on my hand as lube. I moaned loudly as I got closer, then let out a “Fuuuuuck!!” as I shot my wads. After lying there panting for a minute or so, I realised my pee was urgent, and I hurried to my ensuite bathroom with Simon hot on my heals. I barely had time to find the light switch and lift the toilet seat before we both unleashed torrents of pee, again jousting and laughing. Then, after we cleaned up and brushed our teeth (I always have an extra brush available for “guests”) it was back to bed, us quickly falling back to sleep, entwined in our love.

I awoke at about 7:30 am to the beautiful smell of frying bacon. I quickly turned to see whether Simon was still next to me, but his space was empty. Whew! I stretched in bed, then went to the family room to retrieve my bathrobe and continued to the kitchen. Wow, Simon was making not only bacon but also had prepared a bowlful of blueberry pancake batter! I put my arms around his waist from behind and nibbled his earlobe. “Good morning, bro!” said Simon, I know this is your favourite!” Then he continued, “You wouldn’t believe the crazy dream I had…I hot man was jerking me off and I had a huge cum!” I wasn’t sure whether he was kidding until he winked. I gave him a little slap on the shoulder, “You had me going there for a sec!” I filled the kettle and rinsed the teapot and put a small cruet of Quebec maple syrup in the microwave. Then I set the table and even lit a couple of candles. I helped Simon with preparing the rest of our breakfast and made the tea. I had not realized how ravenous I was until everything was ready, and Simon likewise. We scarfed down the first batch of two pancakes each and Simon made four more. By the time we finished, it was bright enough outside for us to assess the snow. “Holey moley!” I said when I saw that around 10 inches had fallen and it was still coming down. I tuned to an all-news station on the radio and it was full of news of the paralysis in Vancouver. Vancouver is famously known as the only Canadian city that seems to have only one snowplough! Yet there is a bylaw that says homeowners can be find if the sidewalks along side their houses are not cleared by 10:00! I have never heard of anyone being fined but have always suspected the City depends on neighbours ratting on neighbours! I suggested to Simon that we venture outside to shovel in an hour or so, after we had done our bathroom business, just to keep on top of it before much more fell. I found Simon a jacket, tuque, scarf, and boots and similarly outfitted myself from stuff we had shared as teens. We decided to clear only the sidewalk and front path, as no one would be using the car. Together we made pretty quick work of the job, then when done I made the foolish mistake of turning my back on Simon. He lobbed a soft snowball at the back of my head and half of it went down my neck. “You fucker!” I cried out, then I tackled him, and we went rolling in the snow in the front yard. I got astride him and washed his face with snow as we both laughed hysterically. I heard a neighbour we knew call out, “I see the Wong boys are up to their old mischief! Nice to see you, Simon! It’s been a while” He greeted her in return, “Nice to see you, too, Mrs. Craig!”, and offered to shovel for her. She said, with a smile, “I’m getting my lazy husband out of bed to do it!” Still on top of Simon, I said, “Dunno ‘bout you, bro, but I’m so horny right now!” Simon grinned, then flipped me over and washed my face in return! We wrestled a bit more, then, panting, we decided to go inside. We put the shovels back in the toolshed, then went in and quickly stripped, revealing our raging erections. Shivering a bit, we hugged close and started passionately kissing, then I suggested we take a shower to warm up. We again enjoyed soaping each other and rubbing our slippery bodies together, while jerking ourselves and each other. We ended the shower before cumming and, as we dried off, I suggested Simon call Jenny for an update before we carried on. Simon said, “Yeah, I’d better call to see how she’s doing.”

We went naked to the kitchen with our phones, and I put a couple of mugs of milk in the microwave. “Fantastic, Nathan, hot chocolate!” said Simon, then he picked up his phone and made his call, both of our cocks still very rampant. They spoke a few minutes, Jenny describing her evening and how she was still snowed in, and Simon describing our dinner and how we loved Mission: Impossible, then our breakfast and shovelling. I am sure she suspected we had watched porn together but said nothing. He also told her how sure I was about the plan for the next weekend, and I heard her give a “whoop”. Simon handed me the phone and I said, “I heard that, sis! It’ll be a lot of fun! I just hope my test goes well, or does that even matter? She laughed and called me a bad boy. We chitchatted a bit more, then she said she wasn’t sure when she’d be able to get home, and that Simon should stay with me at least until the snow ended. She added that she hoped I had a lot of food and booze (mentally I added “lube”) before we said out goodbyes. “Great, Nathan,” said Simon, “We have lots of time!” I then went to get our bathrobes as the kitchen was a bit cool, while Simon prepared the hot chocolate. We decided on Grande Marnier that time!

When we finished our hot chocolates, Simon took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Then we stood beside the bed and pulled each other’s bathrobe down from our shoulders and let them drop to the floor. We looked into each other’s eyes as he gently pushed me onto the bed and climbed astride me his knees against my hips and our cocks joined. We both developed our strong sexual flushes as he bent his face to mine, and we began kissing hungrily, my hands exploring his shoulders, back, and bum. Simon then moved down, kissing my neck and clavicles, then sucking each of my nipples before moving farther to lick my abs and lower belly. He took my cock in his mouth and began sucking me noisily while jerking himself. My full-length mirror positioned on the wall behind allowed me to see his parted knees and his exposed anus. He got off the bed and took my legs to pivot me around so they hung over the bed, and knelt between them. He licked and slurped my balls while we both jerked ourselves. I reached to the nightstand, grabbed the poppers, and took a snort, then passed the bottle to Simon. Euphoria took over and Simon climbed on me again, straddling my chest and thrusting his cock into my mouth. I sucked him deeply for several minutes, then he moved back and knelt with one foot on the floor and his cock atop mine, reached for the lube, then generously coated our cocks. He took our cocks in his hand and frotted us while simultaneously moving his hips rhythmically. We admired ourselves in the mirror. I said, “Bro, that’s how it would feel if we did double penetration on Jenny!”, which made Simon jerk us as thrust his hips more. I watched his veiny forearm pumping us while his right pec flexed and he thrust with his hips, making his abs undulate. I felt as though our cocks were united as one, and I said, “Simon, I want you to fuck me, I want to feel you in me, I want you to explode in me”. He whispered, “Are you sure about that, bro?” I replied, “Doing that will feel like a part of our baby making”. I had not planned for that to happen; it was spontaneous, and I am glad of that because of the emotional honesty. He replied that he had never fucked a guy before, so I enjoyed teaching him. I asked him to move down between my legs, and I raised my knees. I reached over to the nightstand again and picked up the lube, then generously anointed our cocks and my anus. I asked him to push a couple of fingers in, then three, to help get me ready. I unscrewed the poppers bottle and passed it to him, then took a snort myself. I bent my knees over my tummy to fully expose my hole, knowing that the poppers would relax my sphincter, and said, “Fuck me bro, fuck me hard and deep!” as I then put my legs to the outside of his legs. I could feel him tentatively holding his cock and rubbing his glans against my anus, then he pushed in slowly. I grunted as the head of his penis fully entered, then he started to push further in. I grabbed the poppers and we each took another snort. I began furiously jerking myself while Simon pushed all the way in and then stopped. He asked whether I was ok, and I grinned and told him I felt fantastic. From there, he needed no more instruction! He bent over me and we kissed as I put my arms around is back and cupped his ass cheeks, then he returned to kneeling, not only fucking me but also jerking me. “Nathan, bro, you are so beautiful…” I have never been so glad I can stay hard when being fucked! I was entranced by his muscles as he undulated his chest, abs, and hips as he thrust into me, first many times long and deep, then he put one knee up and began moving his hips like a piston as I ran my hands over his body, and I watched is flexing ass muscles in the mirror. He alternated between deep thrusts and quick pulses for several minutes, with me moaning and encouraging him. He was an amazing fucker! I said, “Fuck, your sex-machine training when we were teens sure worked!” When I sensed he would soon get close, I held the poppers to his nose and then took a snort myself, which made his piston action faster. His forehead was dripping with sweat as his brow knotted. “Oh fuck, Nathan, this feels so good, bro!” I took over jerking myself like crazy, also sweating heavily, and could feel my rising climax. Simon began to moan as he switched back to deep thrusts. “Oh fuck, bro, I’m getting so close, I wanna cum in you!” “Oh Simon, I love to so much, I wanna feel your hot jizz!” Then he began furiously pistoning into me as I got closer and closer to cumming. Then with a loud “Aaaarrrgggghhh” he gave a very deep thrust and his body tensed, and I felt his semen pulsing into me and the spasms along his cock. I came right afterward, grunting with each of my own pulses that reached my face and covered my abs and chest. Simon was shaking and breathing heavily as he continued to thrust, then he stopped and pulled out. I asked him to push back in, and he writhed and threw his head back laughing at the feeling of his now sensitive glans and continued spasms. Then he leaned onto me, and we kissed tenderly, his cock still inside. “I wanna feel you inside me too, Nathan,” he said. We rolled over so I was on top, and I declared, “Next time, I fuck you Simon, I promise! It will feel like we have fully consummated our love.” He grinned at the prospect of feeling me inside him. He quipped, “You’ll be way better than the battery-operated dildo Jenny uses on me!” I responded, “’Tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d”, to which Simon responded, “I know you like Shakespeare, but I prefer Haiku!” “Do you mean you want me to cum after just 17 thrusts? Does that make my ‘gasm the kireji? I want to be at least a sonnet, in iambic pentameter rhythm!” We giggled and wrestled and tickled for a while before cleaning up and the slipping under the covers for a short nap.

After about half an hour we got up and showered together, during which I had to kindly fend off Simon: “Simon, Jenny will be super horny when you get home, so you should save up!” “But when am I going home, Nathan?” It was now approaching noon and, after towelling off, we looked out the window in my bedroom. It was still snowing a bit, and the sky was still full of dark clouds. I suggested I make us some lunch, then decide whether Simon should head home. I had earlier left a package of potstickers out to defrost, so fried those up, and we had them with Worcestershire sauce and pickled ginger. Yum! Then for desert, we had some fresh-fruit salad I had made the day before going to the clinic. We washed it down with some nice craft apple cider. As we ate, we were near the kitchen window, and watched as the snow fell. I asked Simon whether he needed to work the next morning, and he told me he could work from home; he had done so on Friday, so his laptop was at home, and he had VPN access to the server. I told him that I had a couple of scheduled lectures, but no labs, so I could attend on Teams, even though I was hoping a snow day would be declared. Simon decided to text Jenny for an update. After a few minutes, she replied by saying that she figured she would drive home later in the afternoon as the main streets were being well maintained. She also said that she missed him, implying one thing: she wanted a good fuck. I told Simon I would walk home with him to get some exercise. I then asked him whether he was still having any anxiety with having sex with Jenny. He told me it was sort of unpredictable. I said, “Just a sec,” and went to my bedroom. I returned with a couple of little yellow pills. “Cialis? You don’t need that,” he questioned. I replied, “I get it from a friend, and use it sometimes recreationally to increase my own horniness…it makes me absolutely frantic to alleviate my erections, so I fuck like a maniac!” He said, “In that case, thanks, I’ll use them.” “Take one now,” I suggested, “so you will be raring to strip off and get at it when you get home!” He swallowed one with his remaining cider. I also suggested we both use it the next weekend to make us go nuts on Jenny and each other!

In Part 3, I receive my test results and join Simon and Jenny for a wild weekend.