Mystery Threesome 3 - Reboot

(Part 1 from 2)

*** This story is 100% fiction and not meant to offend anyone in anyway & ALL characters are over the age of 18 years

I’m staring up at the white painted sealing in my room, lying on my King size bed with my left hand on the back of my head hearing the sound of my hard dick getting wet while my shirt was unbuttoned and my ugly grey school long pants and briefs were off, along with my shoes & socks. The grip of the hand that was around my cock got tighter as I felt the wet tongue drawing circles all around my head at first then the tongue began to slide down my shaft and back up to my head. Total warmth and wetness covered half of my cock and the lips locked and started to slide up & down.

The moans I was listening to in the back ground weren’t mine since I was just lying there in complete silent staring up at the sealing thinking about my day while the whole time I was getting a blowjob. My right hand bounced up and down in same rhythm as those lips where sliding along my shaft with strips of blond hair in between my fingers. I was totally lost in thought that I didn’t care about the blowjob that I was getting and soon all the sounds I was hearing faded away in the distance when I looked back on my day.

I was so horny for him that I really wanted something to happen, hell if it was just a blowjob, hand job or if he bent over for me I would have fucked him right there and then, not caring who will walk in. I must say he is attractive and has got nice looking ass “NO, NO why do I think of this stuff” but fuck those lips of his, god how I wish those lips where on my cock right now but I can only imagine what it’s like. Shit the way he tells me what to do but I don’t do it drives him crazy and I think deep down he likes me with my bad boy attitude and my shirt all hanging out and the name calling. Today when I showed him my cock, the look on his face and how it felt when I touched his ass with it.

“You like that?” I hear very softly in the background

Sure today was something and I couldn’t wait for tomorrow but I know what I’m doing is wrong but I can’t control how I feel about someone and yes he would be a good fuck but he can’t compare to who I really have feelings for. He’s my best friend and every time that I’m around him he makes me happy but he has no idea how I feel, heck I don’t even know how I feel about him? I know I shouldn’t be going down this road and that this is the road I meant to be on. Fuck if anyone found out what I was thinking, my life will be destroyed and there is only one other person who kind of knows and doesn’t stop calling and texting me and in a way I wish it never happened and my friend, my best friend, god only knows what he will do or say to me if I talk to him about what’s going on inside my head but he’s a cool guy, we’ve been friends since the age of 6 and he will understand because we did fool around when we were 13 or 14 but not sexually, just touching each other’s chest, stomach and so on, skin to skin contact…

“MATTHEW!!!!”

“Huh what?” I replied in a shock as my thoughts got interrupted

“Where the fuck are you?”

“I’m right here babe” I giggled stroking her hair

“Bull shit, you were thinking of something or someone, who the fuck is she?”

“Babe there’s know one”

“I’m outta here”

Keira got off the bed and grabbed her stuff and walked towards the door. Being totally naked apart from my unbutton shirt I was wearing, I quickly got up and ran to the door to stop her with my dick semi hard and wet. Keira told me to step aside and that I must call that girl she thinks I’m imagining to come and finish off what she started and pushed me aside before opening my bedroom door and walked out. I would have ran after her but I was sort of naked so I threw my door which it slammed hard and loud and pulled off my white shirt, rolled it up into a ball and tossed it across my room with anger as it hit one of my favorite football player posters.

Completely naked now from head to toe I walked across to where my pants are and grabbed my boxer briefs up from my pants and threw them on as the elastic strap band slapped me against my waste. I then walked over towards my draw and pulled out the first pear of shorts and t-shirt that I can get my hands on and threw them on.

“FUCK” I yelled at the top of my voice

I grabbed my new iphone that I got a month ago which just got released in the stores 3 and a half weeks now that cost me basically nothing, and I checked to see who texted me and go onto my Apps. I walked out my bedroom down the huge hallway, down the stair case towards the kitchen to grab a bottled water out the fridge. Heading to the lounge I saw my annoying little brat brother of mine busying playing Call of Duty on his Play Station 4. Ever since dad bought that fucking massive flat screen TV, Rob has been playing his Play Station non-stop 24/7, eats and sleeps next to it, “Mental” is the only word I can use for that.

I went outside in the nice warm but cool sunny afternoon and walked towards the old tree house in the back garden. Once I climbed up, I sat down on one of the old beanbags and began looking at my phone.
2 New Whatsapp Messages

First message: Hey Matt, it’s me Austin. Why haven’t you replied to my messages or calls?

Second message: Dude I’m fucking bored, where u?

Rolling my eyes at my first message from that faggot from school and got replying to my best friend, Richard who called Austin a looser earlier today at school.

“At my place also bored”

Minutes after I hit send Richard replied to my message…

“Cool, got some weed with me”

“Well bring it round and we can smoke some up here in the tree house”

“Be there in 5”

I got up off the old beanbag, sliding my new iphone into my pocket on the right hand side of my shorts before I began to climb back down to the round. As my bare feet touched the grass at the bottom of my tree house, I started to walk over towards a white panted light pole that was all over the place in the back garden. I went to the closet light pole near the tree house and looked for my little rock and lift it up as I began to dig in the dirt to find that small plastic container. I opened it and grabbed a key as I closed it again, putting it back into the dirt and covering it up.

With the key in my right hand I started to climb back up to the tree house, looking around to see if anyone saw me picking up that key of mine by the small white light pole. Once I was back up inside the tree house, I walked over towards the small set of draws that were near the window and I slide the key into the key hole, unlocking the top left draw and then opening it to see my porn collection and an old Apple laptop that I got 3 years ago.

Moving 4 of my porno magazines plus a few DVDs out of the way so I can get my laptop out and putting it on top of the set of draws while I closed my porn draw that no one knows about. I locked the draw, leaving the key inside the key hole as I stood with my back turned to the entrance while I lift my old Apple laptop screen up, to find a photo of myself & Richard. He had his right arm over my shoulder, smiling at the camera. Using my right index finger I touched his face on the photograph as I smile, wishing that this photo was a picture of us kissing.

“I love you Richard, but how can I tell you that if you are straight and also thinking I’m straight too?”


I shook my head while still smiling as I exhaled, putting the photo down next to my old laptop while I switch it on. My user name popped up asking me to type in my password, which I did and went onto my main screen when I saw a new email has come through. Right away I didn’t recognize the email address so as I was about to delete this email, thinking it’s spam or one of these viruses messages I sometimes get, I notice the subject of this message that says…

“Your Little Secret”

Just as I was about to open this email, I heard Richard calling my name from below as he started climbing up. In a panic I quickly grabbed the photo of us and placed it on the key pad of my old Apple laptop, where I always hide it and pulled the screen down. Richard climbed into the tree house and I managed to pick up my laptop and slide it back into the left draw.

“What’s up” I said while closing the draw

“Got a joint here with your name on it”

“Sweet”

I walked up to him and took it as Richard got his lighter out. He lit the joint for me and I could tell by the smell of his breath that he has been smoking a few before he came. Still wearing his school uniform with the white shirt not tucked in his pants, Richard stood with his short black hair that was spiked up in a Mohawk, holding the lighter in his right hand, smiling at me with those amazing green eyes.

After my joint was lit up that he gave me, Richard pulled out the packet of weed that he got plus the other stuff out to make a joint for himself, I walked over towards my secret porn draw and locked it, sliding the key into my pocket. When I turned back around to look at Richard, he was sitting on the old beanbag with a magazine on his lap busy making up a joint. I grabbed the ashtray, tossing out all the cigarettes that I smoked the other day in the small bin that I bought up here a couple of years ago, while I sat down on the second beanbag next to Richard.

One joint became two and then later was three, between the both of us we finished the weed while Richard asked me if I still had that bottle of tequila lying around. Being stoned I got up off the old beanbag and went over towards a poster of a swimsuit model that I put up, to cover up the huge hole I made in the trunk to hide the liquor in-case my annoying little brother comes up and gets pissed and I get blamed. With the tequila out now and both sharing it by taking turns drinking it out of the bottle, Richard & I began talking and sitting close to each other on the 2 old beanbags, that our knees where touching…

“How can you live right next door to that homo?” Richard asked me in a drunk low voice

“I don’t know”

“HA it’s bad enough you have to see him at school”

“Well thank goodness there’s a wall separating him from me and our houses”

“Yeah dude but still he can still annoy you, call the house phone, asking to speak to you, or sending you love letters in the mailbox and stalking you”

“Please he’s not doing that and if he was stalking me I would have known about it years ago when he first moved in” I lied not telling Richard that Austin does have my cell number

“Well I’m surprised that faggot hasn’t climbed over this wall and raped you in your sleep yet since you live right next door”
Nearly at the bottom of this bottle of tequila, I took a sip trying not to laugh of the thought of Austin breaking into this house and raping me in my sleep I replied…

“Austin wouldn’t be able to pull his cock out in time if he breaks into my room threw the window to rape me in my sleep, I would hear him and he will be dead before he tries anything”

“Haha true he will be dead but anyway, what you doing tomorrow night?”

“Don’t know, might go to the movies with Keira”

“So cancel, you and I are hitting the clubs tomorrow night and picking up hot chicks” Richard said with excitement as he grabbed the bottle of tequila from me

“I already have a hot chick and that’s Keira and what about Carrie?”

“I’m going to dump that controlling bitch in the morning and go out tomorrow night and find a hot chick who is not controlling”

“Oh okay”

“And I also need to get laid, Carrie and I haven’t been fucking in a while”

I felt kind of bad that Richard hasn’t been getting any action lately. I sort of got a blowjob earlier on by Keira but I would be more than happy to suck Richard’s dick so he can release all that sexual needs down my throat right now if I ask him but if I do that, I would have to come clean about my feelings for him which I’m not ready or going to do. I’ve been in love with him the minute we became friends which was 13 years ago and now we’re both 19 years old and Richard still has no idea that I love him.

It was just after 5:00PM and the hot sun slowly began going down but it was still hot outside and also inside this tree house, that Richard removed his white school shirt. Unbuttoning every button on the shirt relieving his smooth hairless chest, a six pack rock hard abs that all the girls in the school wish they can put their hands on and feel those hard steel abs of his. Don’t get me started with his guns? Richard goes to the gym basically every day after school or after practice and sometime on weekends, lifting up weights, doing push ups you name it, like myself but Richard is more serious than I am. I go just to look good but he goes to look good and build up muscle.

Once Richard removed his shirt and tossed it away, lying back against the beanbag with his hands above his head, I quickly got a chance to see what kind of boxer briefs he was wearing and they were Calvin Klein. The elastic waste band of the Calvin Klein boxer briefs where red and the name Calvin Klein was in black.

Looking away quickly in-case Richard saw me staring at his Calvin Klein boxer brief waste band, I leaned back with my hands above my head like Richard was doing and we both stayed sitting and leaning back on the old beanbags for a few minutes without saying a word to each other. It was a wonderful moment hearing nothing but the leaves blowing and crashing into each other outside from the soft wind that blew, the birds twitting away here and there. It was perfect and I wanted this moment to last forever but as this silence was amazing, I could feel my eyes getting heavier as I slowly drifted away into a sleep.

I dreamt of nothing as I slept next to Richard on the beanbags but when I woke up something happened, a feeling that I treasure and remember every time when Richard & I get this close. My eyes slowly open, right away I knew it was dark and there is only a little bit of the day light left before it turned into night. In my guess it was after 7:00PM or around that time when I woke up lifting my head up from Richard’s left shoulder, trying not to wake him as I do. My left hand was on his hairless chest and my left leg was crossed over one of his legs. I took a moment to smile at myself how I slept on Richard’s shoulder and cuddling up next to him. He was still sound asleep, breathing in & out softly from his mouth. I laid my head back down gently on his shoulder as I closed my eyes and held him closer to me while still smiling at myself. God this is want I look forward to every time we hang out but at most times this never happens, that’s why I treasure these moments. I know we’ll never be together because he is straight and so am I, well apart from Richard there’s Mr. Kenny that I kind of have feelings for but Richard, dam I’ll do anything in the world to be with him and only him.

Just as I was about to fall asleep again with my head on Richard’s shoulder, my left hand on his smooth hairless chest and also my left leg hanging over one of his legs, Richard moved a little as he groaned. I froze with my eyes close pretending to be asleep when I heard him waking up. I could tell that Richard was awake because I could feel his breath on my hair as he moved. To my surprise he didn’t do anything, there was complete silence for a few moments before I felt his right hand brushed gently down my left arm towards my hand where he placed his hand on top of mine.

Trying so hard not to move a muscle as I laid there pretending to be sleeping while Richard’s hand was on top of my hand on his hairless chest. He gripped his hand gently on mine but not hard enough to wake me and then lowered his head down, so I can feel his head gently pressed against my head. I couldn’t believe that this was happening, Richard had his hand on mine and our heads touching each other. This only lasted for about a minute or two when Richard lifted his head back up while removing his hand from mine. I did a fake sleeping turn as I turned onto my left hand side with my back turned to him, giving Richard the freedom to get up without waking me as he tries to get off the beanbag.

Once he was off and putting on his white school shirt back on, I hear Richard walking across towards my set of draws. I slowly opened my eyes and I could just barely see him stand with his back turned to me. The next thing I started to panic because that’s where I keep my porn stash, he must be wondering what I was doing when he climbed up and I couldn’t remember if I locked it and left the key in the key hole. I heard Richard trying to open the draw softly but that’s when I knew he couldn’t get it open and then whispered something under his breath before he walked away from the set of draws, making his way towards the exit and climbing down.

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