I was trying to reorient myself. It was already after midnight. I had more cum in me than I had ever imagined. Adrian had shot twice in my ass and once in my mouth. Jamar had shot twice in my mouth and I don't even know how much up my ass.
I felt so violated I didn't know what to think. My ass hurt deep inside. My hole still hurt, now from the pressure of this assplug which seemed to come out of nowhere. But I had already known Adrian way too long to believe he had meant to hurt me. And I had worshipped Jamar ever since I met him.
So instead of being drunk on alcohol on the night of my eighteenth birthday, I seemed to have lost my entire identity. That was what I thought there naked, worn out, with this crazy buttplug in me.
And then Jamar gave one of those kind smiles and said he did have one more present he wanted to give me, as he pulled out a wrapped gift from behind his seat.
I had no idea how to react, but I couldn't help but say thank you and slowly unwrap it, as he very sincerely told me he really did hope I'd like it. And then he added 'some day you might actually know how long I've waited for this.'
At this point Adrian was also curious. And he seemed as surprised as me when I opened the box and found what looked like three pairs of panties: one pink, one purple, and one white. And I still am shocked remembering how sincere he was when he said he really did hope I'd like them, and that the white pair was for helping me learn how to be brave enough to wear the other two full time, as he then picked up the pink pair and said 'you have no idea how much it would mean to me if you'd start wearing these now.'
Somehow it was so tender I would never have dreamed of saying no, as I begin to slip them on. And Jamar bothered to let me know he knew they'd be tight, but he really did want me to keep the plug in if I would.
So there I was. Wearing pink panties, at least one size too tight. Pulling the buttplug in even tighter. Gripping my own dick and balls so tight they couldn't help but go a bit hard in reaction. And flanked by two of the most handsome black men I could have ever imagined. One in silence. The other almost in love, if I dared guess.
As Jamar leaned in and quietly kissed me for putting them on. And added to that one of the most tender hugs I have ever had. As his brother simply rubbed my back silently.
I knew as Jamar kissed me that I was his. I silently cried, and tried to fight back the tears. He held me more. It was crazy. And then he silently whispered to me how much he loved me. And I just held him a bit more. And wished more than anything that I could be his wife somehow.
I couldn't help but brush past his dick, which was quietly going hard again. But I knew it was not my place to say or do anything except what he wanted. So when we broke away and he noted the time, and said we really should start heading back, of course I agreed.
So we silently dressed, Jamar handing me my clothes once his were on. Everything but my pants. And just before we started to head off he asked me whether I was ok with how this had all gone down, quietly holding my hand, almost so Adrian couldn't see.
And I couldn't lie, even if I couldn't explain it. So of course I told him I was ok. And the best I could come up with was something along the lines of always having felt like I was their brother, just not so sure what that means anymore. And it was Adrian who laughed and told me I knew they'd always love me. 'But you really are 18 now, baby.' And we all quietly laughed.
And there really is way more than just this one night, so long ago, but I have never bothered putting any of it down in writing, as it keeps taking way longer than I had hoped.
So we drove back. Somehow in a way that led us to Adrian's place first, which confused me because I was somehow sure we were closer to mine. As Jamar stopped and let him out and said he would see him either tomorrow evening or on the weekend. And Adrian gave me a nice hug and kiss, and I returned both, even as he added 'you know you have to be up for a hard practice tomorrow, no matter what you may look or feel like'. And that almost brought me back to reality.
Until Jamar pulled around the block and pulled to the side, then insisted that I sit closer to him, which of course I immediately accommodated.
And then he looked so penetratingly into my eyes as he said I really didn't need to stay at my place that night, and started driving towards his place. With his big strong hand rubbing the inside of my leg, all the way up to the tight pink panties I was wearing for him. And me almost automatically responding by kissing his bicep, then rubbing down his chest to his crotch, where he remained unzipped, with his dick protruding more and more as I explored, stealing just one kiss to his wet dickhead as he pulled me off by the back of my hair, then quickly kissed me, as we headed down the road.
And me yet again curious what lie ahead, although I was definitely just hopeful now.
ron | 13 Sep 2010
bcl | 26 Aug 2010
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