All In Ch. 02

Sean woke up the next morning looking at the unfamiliar room before last night's memories came flooding back. Erick's room was bathed in the early morning light, the scent of their encounter still lingering faintly in the air. Erick lay on his side, snoring lightly. Sean looked at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. He couldn't fathom why he thought it was a good idea to have sex with Erick. He checked the alarm clock next to the bed. Six-fifteen. Almost four hours until his final. He knew that they had pushed boundaries last night, and he wasn't sure how Erick would react in the sober light of day.

His eyes traced the contours of Erick's face, the two moles under his eye, the scar on his cheek and the third mole in his chin. The softness of his features in sleep were a stark contrast to the intense passion of their encounter. He reached out, his hand hovering over Erick's cheek, before withdrawing it. He didn't want to wake him, not yet. Instead, he rolled out of bed, his muscles protesting slightly from the unaccustomed exertion. He padded over to the bedside table, grabbing his phone to check messages.

He had a few hours, but he knew he had to get his head in the game. He decided to give Erick some space, slipping into the bathroom to clean up and prepare for the day ahead. Maybe he could grab something from Dunkin Donuts and study in the library. He went to his room to grab his towel and turned to the bathroom, naked. The shower was cold, but it helped clear his head.

Erick rolled over and opened his eyes to see Sean slip away and a moment later decided to follow him. Naked as well he slipped down the hall and into the bathroom after his friend. "Room for one more?"

Sean's eyes widened in surprise as he saw Erick outside of the shower. He grinned, suddenly excited. He turned the shower knob to allow for more warm water.

"Always room for you, buddy," he said, the warm water cascading over his muscular body. He stepped aside, making space for Erick to join him.

They stood in silence, washing themselves and stealing sidelong glances. When Erick turned to wash his face, Sean spread soap on his hands and started to wash his friend's back. Erick's muscles tensed under Sean's touch, the soap slipping over his skin like silk. He couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure, his cock starting to harden again. He leaned into the touch, his eyes closed.

"Thanks, man," he murmured, trying to keep his voice even.

Sean's hand crossed over the front of Erick's chest, and he rubbed his soapy hands down to his friend's cock. He kissed the back of Erick's neck and nibbled his ear.

Why did he do that?

Erick's body jolted at the unexpected touch, his cock growing hard again in Sean's soapy grip. He turned to face Sean, a look of surprise and arousal on his face.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

"Yeah."

Erick felt a rush of excitement at Sean's willingness. He turned in the shower, their bodies pressing together, the water beating down on their skin. He took Sean's hand and guided it away from his cock, placing it on his shoulder. "Let's save that for later," he murmured, his eyes searching Sean's for any hesitation. "I don't want to rush this..." He looked into Sean's green eyes and remembered Sean's cock and its taste. It was different from pussy, and somehow more erotic. He felt a sudden urge. "But I do want to taste you again."

He leaned in, his tongue tracing the shell of Sean's ear before moving down his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He knew Sean was inexperienced, and he didn't want to overwhelm him. Plus, he had a feeling that if they started now, they'd never make it to their finals.

Sean smiled and took a step back. He felt a trail of kisses blazing down his body as Erick took his dick into his mouth again. Erick's eyes gleamed with mischief as he took Sean's cock in his mouth, savoring the taste of his precum and the musky scent of Sean's body. He sucked and licked with an enthusiasm that surprised even himself, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. He knew he had to keep things light, to not let the intensity of the night before overshadow their friendship - but he couldn't help himself. He hummed with satisfaction as Sean's body tensed with pleasure.

Sean held Erick's head as he began to pump his cock into Erick's warm mouth. Erick took Sean's cock deeper, his hand reaching around to cup his balls, gently rolling them in his palm. He could feel Sean's body respond, his breath hitching and hips jerking slightly. He knew Sean was enjoying it, and that only made him want to do it more. He bobbed his head faster, his tongue working its magic.

Sean pumped his hips matching Erick's mouth. He felt his cock swell and the orgasm well up inside him. He grunted and moaned.

Erick could feel Sean getting closer, his cock swelling in his mouth. He knew just how to make it feel amazing. Copying some of the better girls who sucked his cock, he pressed his tongue firmly against the underside of the shaft. He looked up, meeting Sean's eyes, and gave a little wink before taking him in deeper, his throat muscles working around the thick cock.

With a grunt Sean felt the surge of cum well up from inside him. Erick felt the familiar tightening of Sean's cock in his mouth and knew he was close. He sucked harder, eager to swallow the hot, salty liquid. Sean's hips stuttered, and with a low groan, he shot his load into Erick's mouth. Erick took it all, his eyes never leaving Sean's as he savored the taste of victory and the sweetness of their shared release.

He pulled back and stood, licking his lips, and grinned up at Sean. "Now that's a way to start the morning," he said, his voice strained by his own growing arousal. He reached down, stroking his own cock that was hard from watching Sean's pleasure. He stepped closer, his hand still moving in slow, deliberate strokes. "How about we make this a little more... balanced?"

Sean smiled devilishly and he sank to his knees. He tugged the cock experimentally. The taut skin on his shaft was foreign to him. It was thick and hard and hard in Sean's hand. Erick's breath hitched, his eyes watching Sean with a mix of surprise and excitement. "You sure you know what you're doing?" he asked, his voice teasing.

Sean kissed the pink head, and he parted his lips. Erick felt a rush of pleasure as Sean's warm mouth wrapped around his cock. The sensation was new and thrilling, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan. He watched Sean's eyes widen with curiosity and determination as he took him deeper. Erick's hand rested on Sean's shoulder, his grip tightening as Sean's head bobbed up and down. The water from the shower ran over them both, mixing with their precum and making Erick's cock slick. The blow job was amateur, but with some directing Sean's skill improved.

He knew he wouldn't last long under Sean's eager ministrations. His hips began to thrust slightly, guiding the rhythm. The world outside the shower, with its looming finals and responsibilities, faded away as he focused solely on the feeling of Sean's mouth around him. He felt his orgasm building, a warm pressure in his balls that grew with each stroke of Sean's tongue.

"Fuck, Sean, you're doing so good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of approval. He knew he had to cum soon, and the thought of filling Sean's mouth was making him crazy. He tapped Sean's shoulder gently, indicating that he was close.

Sean, rather than pulling away soldiered on, sucking harder and using his hand to hasten the eruption.

Erick's eyes rolled back in his head as Sean's technique improved considerably, his hand joining in to stroke his shaft as Sean concentrated on the glans. The pressure grew unbearable, and with a guttural groan, he shot his load into Sean's mouth, his body convulsing with pleasure. He watched as Sean swallowed, a look of surprise and satisfaction on his face. He reached down, cupping Sean's chin, and pulled him up to kiss him deeply, tasting himself on Sean's lips.

"Fuck, that was hot."

Erick's heart raced as he was pulled into Sean's deep kiss, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could feel the warmth of Sean's mouth on his, and the taste was intoxicating. He broke the kiss, panting heavily, and grinned at his friend.

"You're a natural," he murmured, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and lust. He couldn't believe how far they'd come in just a few hours.

They finished their shower and had breakfast. Sean left for his final to study in the library without distractions. At the frat house Erick dropped Sean's clothes from last night on his bed. Each room housed two beds, and Sean's room was the cleanest with the bed still made.

Feeling a little anxious, Erick cleaned his own room and started packing. He also rounded up his dirty clothes for the trip and was cleaning the common areas when Sean returned a few hours later.

During the cleaning spree Erick mulled over this unexpected turn in their friendship. Twice in less than twelve hours he had had sex with a man. Twice. It wasn't bad. Far from it - the act was highly erotic. He also felt some sort of longing open within him.

"You know, we can always do that again if you want," Erick said casually as he wiped down the table in the kitchen. He didn't look at Sean when he walked in, afraid to see the judgment or disgust in his eyes. He could play it off with a joke. Erick looked up from his cleaning, a smirk playing on his lips. "Or, I don't know, man. Maybe we could try something different next time. Like, I dunno, a bit of role-play? Go out for dinner before?" He suggested, wriggling an eyebrow at Sean.

Sean expected the joke, but the second statement intrigued him. "Are you asking me out?" The statement was said with full earnestness. Sean could hardly concentrate on the exam as he replayed last night's and this morning's events in his mind. Sean didn't have the most exciting romantic history, but something was blooming in his chest when he thought about Erick.

Erick paused, the sponge in his hand resting on the stain he'd been scrubbing. He turned to look at Sean, caught by surprise. "Well, not exactly a date, but we could maybe, like, do... things... as friends... sometimes?" He suggested trying to gauge Sean's reaction.

"I'd like that," Sean said cautiously, feeling out the situation. "Doing.... things with you together sometimes..."

Erick's heart skipped a beat at Sean's response. He hadn't been sure if Sean was ready for more, but the tentative interest in his voice was all the encouragement he needed. He leaned against the counter.

"How about we go out tomorrow night, then? Maybe hit up that Italian place downtown, the one with the live music?" He said, trying to keep his excitement in check. The idea was thrilling, but he didn't want to scare Sean off.

They lived in the same town downstate but attended different high schools.

"Antonio's? Isn't that kinda fancy for 'friends?'"

Erick laughed, tossing the sponge into the sink. "Well, we do have a lot to celebrate, don't we? Your A in Anatomy, and... our newfound... um... thing." He winked, the corners of his mouth curling up into a knowing smile. "Besides, I happen to speak fluent Italian."

"Do you?" Sean asked, half believing, half expecting it to be BS.

"Yeah, I picked it up from my year abroad. It's surprisingly useful for ordering food... and other things." He winked, and Sean felt his cheeks flush. "But don't worry, I'll keep it PG for our... hang out session"

He grabbed the bag of chips he had been working on and offered it to Sean. "So, you in?"

"Okay." Sean took some and munched on them. The chips were a mutual favorite - cheddar and sour cream.

"Are you ready? I need to piss and pack. We can grab burgers at a rest stop on the way," Sean said through a mouthful of chips.

Erick grinned, his heart racing at the prospect of driving down with Sean. "Sounds like a plan," he said, trying to keep his voice even. He grabbed his phone and started to text a few of their frat brothers, letting them know they'd be leaving that night. Theo was watching the house as his family lived in town. He didn't live in the frat house, although he was a member. Still, Theo being around meant that everyone could go home without needing to work out who would be caring for the place during breaks. He also sent a text to his mom. She would likely leave it for hours or even days unless there was something she needed.

Sean peed and began packing. As he gathered the dirty clothes Erick left on his bed, he noticed the shirt was Erick's. He looked around before breathing in Erick's scent deeply. Why did he feel this way?

Erick's phone buzzed with reply notifications as he climbed the stairs to grab his bag. He peered into Sean's bedroom door to see Sean looking zoned out.

"You okay there, buddy?" he asked, his own voice threatening to betray him. "You look a little... lost in thought." He stepped closer, his own clothes hastily thrown into a duffel bag. "What's going on in that noggin of yours?"

Sean blushed and shoved the clothes he was holding into his bag. "Nothing!" His voice cracked.

Erick's eyes narrowed playfully, not quite convinced by Sean's response. He stepped into the room, his bare feet silent on the floor. He could see the embarrassment in Sean's eyes.

"Come on, Sean," he said, his voice low and coaxing. "You can tell me." He took a step closer, stealthily, like a cat.

"Uh, ummm. Our clothes got mixed up." Sean took the T-shirt out. It was definitely one of Erick's.

Erick chuckled, stepping closer to Sean. "Looks like we're going to have to get a bit more organized next time," he said, his hand moving to touch the t-shirt. "But, I gotta admit, the idea of you wearing my clothes is kind of...."

"Kinda what?"

Erick's grin grew wider as he reached out to Sean, his hand sliding down to rest on his waist. He could smell Sean's deodorant. "Hot," he murmured, his eyes narrowed with desire. "It would be like having a piece of me with you all the time."

He leaned in, his breath warm against Sean's ear.

"And I like the idea of you having a piece of me, too." He kissed Sean's neck softly, his other hand reaching for the hem of Sean's shirt.

"How about you take it?"

Sean looked at the shirt. It was black with a rude slogan on it. Typical Erick. "Okay. Do you have mine from last night?"

Erick's hand paused on Sean's shoulder, his eyes lighting up. "Oh, I do," he said. He reached into his own bag and pulled out the shirt Sean had been wearing last night, holding it up with a flourish. It was a simple black tee, now slightly wrinkled and musky with the scent of their combined sweat and arousal.

"But I think you'll look better in this," he said, pushing his own into Sean's chest. He watched as Sean brought it up to his nose again to smell it. His eyes lingered on Sean's face as he closed his eyes and inhaled.

The sight of Sean smelling his shirt was surprisingly erotic, and Erick felt his cock stir. He quickly turned away, pretending to be busy with reorganizing his own packed bag.

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

Sean snapped back to reality. "Oh, um. I finish packing and then we hit the road. The car's open so you can throw your bags in. I can take you home when we get back to Long Island. We'll be back for the graduation barbecue next weekend, so if you don't need anything right away, we can leave it. I'll borrow my dad's van for the big stuff."

Erick couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that their time together was coming to a temporary end, but he knew they had to face the real world eventually. He tossed his own bag into the hallway and went back to help Sean finish packing, the intimate moment from the shower still fresh in his mind. As they packed, Erick couldn't resist stealing glances at Sean, his mind racing with the possibilities of what might happen tomorrow night, and beyond. He tried to keep his thoughts in check, not wanting to get ahead of himself. But the way Sean had responded to him, the way he'd looked when he'd taken Erick's cock into his mouth, it was all so incredibly hot. Erick had never been with someone so eager to please, so open to exploration. He found himself growing hard again at the thought of it, and he had to remind himself that they had a long drive ahead.

"You're right - let's just grab what we need and go. Did you tell your folks we're on our way?"

"Yeah. I'm glad Professor Wang had moved the final after all. It could have been next Monday because of make-up classes. Did you let your mom know that you'll be home."

"Yeah, I texted her last night and again today," Erick said, folding a shirt and tossing it into Sean's bag. "No answer. Typical."

"Great," Sean remarked wryly. "I know she's not easy to get along with. You can spend the night, if you need." At this point, Erick was practically adopted by the Hunter family.

Erick's hand paused mid-fold. "Yeah, she's... a piece of work," he said, his voice tight. He didn't talk about his home life much, preferring to keep that part of himself private despite the closeness that had developed between the two of them in the past three years. But something about the way Sean looked at him, with genuine concern and acceptance, made it easier to open up. He took a deep breath and continued packing. "But enough about that. What's the plan for tonight then?" He tried to lighten the mood, his eyes darting to Sean's half-packed bag.

"Haha. Well, I don't know. My folks will be around. I don't know if anyone else will be." Sean was the youngest of four brothers and his parents delighted in hosting the small army of grandchildren when their parents needed a break. Sean resigned himself to being the fun uncle, and Erick was a good sport about being played with, even letting Sean's nieces give him disastrous "make overs."

Erick chuckled, the tension in the room dissipating. "Well, we'll have to keep it PG-13 then," he said. "But who knows, maybe we can sneak in some... a 'hands-on' anatomy tutorial when everyone's asleep." He winked at Sean, the thought of their secret rendezvous making his heart race. He knew Sean's family was welcoming, and the idea of being surrounded by their warmth and chaos was oddly comforting. It had been a long time since he'd felt truly at home anywhere, and the Hunters had always made him feel like part of the family.

Erick tried to keep his mind on packing, but the anticipation of the nights to come was too much. He couldn't wait to explore Sean's body again, to see what else he could make him feel.

"Sounds good." Sean said. He was holding himself steady. The thought of being intimate with Erick at home was both exciting and terrifying. What if they were found out? At last, they zipped up Sean's bags, grabbed his teddy bear (the ratty old thing lived under Sean's pillow, a known secret that was never openly acknowledged), turned the alarm on, and hopped in Sean's car. It was a beaten-up old Honda that was tough as nails and reliable. The thing would probably outlive the apocalypse.

Erick couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Sean's teddy bear. He knew it was a sensitive subject, but he couldn't resist teasing him just a little. "You gonna tell me its name? Tell me his name!" Erick had been pestering him all the way out the door.

"Mr. Boppo," Sean growled. He asked as they pulled out of the frat house driveway. The car rumbled to life, the engine purring as they drove away from the place that had been their home again for the past year. Erick felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension at the thought of going to Sean's house. He'd been there before, but never like this. This time, they were going there together, with a secret that could change everything.

They stopped midway for some burgers at a rest stop and to use the bathroom. As they pissed next to each other, each snuck a peek at the other's cocks and snickered. Things had gotten weird, but the laughter always lightened the mood. The laughter was a good sign, a sign that despite the new dynamics, their friendship remained strong. They grabbed their burgers and fries, the greasy scent filling the car as they hit the road again. The conversation flowed easily, but Erick couldn't shake the feeling that there was something unspoken hanging in the air.

Sean too danced around the issue but went for it. "So, aren't you straight?"

Erick took a bite of his burger, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. "I mean, I thought I was," he said, his eyes flicking to Sean's briefly. "But, you know, life rolls the dice on you, and sometimes you find out that you've made a bad bet." He grinned, trying to make light of the situation. "You're the first guy I've ever... you know, done stuff with. But I'm not complaining. It's been pretty amazing."

"You're my first anything. I thought I was straight, too. But last night felt... right. Anytime I was with a girl before kinda felt good, but this was different. It's like... girls are these burgers. THAT was a steak from Antonio's."

Erick's eyes lit up as Sean spoke, the burger momentarily forgotten in his hand. He felt a rush of warmth at Sean's admission, his own thoughts echoed back to him. He nodded, swallowing the mouthful of food.

"Yeah, I get that. It's like we've been eating fast food our whole lives and suddenly we've found this gourmet meal that hits the spot in ways we never knew existed." He took a deep breath, his eyes searching Sean's for any sign of regret or doubt. "But hey, we don't have to label it, right? We're just two guys having a good time. And if that good time happens to involve dicks, well, who's to say that's not as natural as fucking a burger?" He winked, hoping to ease any tension with his usual brand of crude humor.

Sean laughed, almost choking on his Sprite and the car swerved as he tried to compose himself. "Don't get us killed." They rode in silence for a moment.

"Suppose we wanted to put a label on it?"

Erick took a sip of his drink, considering Sean's question. He didn't want to push him into anything he wasn't ready for, but the idea of defining their relationship was intriguing. "Well, we could call it... a special friendship with extra benefits," he suggested, trying to keep his tone light.

He glanced at Sean's profile, the early evening light playing across his features.

"But really, man, we can call it whatever you're comfortable with. I'm not looking to define it, if it means you're not happy with it. It's all about what feels right for us, you know?"

Sean sighed. "Well, for the summer let's see how it goes. I don't want to mess anything up between us. But I'm not saying no to 'us'." He let that "us" hang.

Erick felt a warmth spread through him at Sean's words. He knew that Sean was still figuring things out, but the fact that he was willing to explore this new aspect of their relationship meant the world to him. He nodded, smiling genuinely.

"That's all I ask for, buddy. Just take it one day at a time, and we'll see where this takes us. No pressure, no strings, just two friends having fun. And if it turns into something more, then that's just the cherry on top of the sundae, right?"

He took another bite of his burger, his eyes never leaving the road. The silence that followed was comfortable, filled with the crunch of fries and the occasional slurp of soda. Erick's mind raced with all the things they could do together over the summer, but he forced himself to focus on the here-and-now. They had plenty of time to figure out the details once they were safe at Sean's house.

They pulled into the driveway at half-past-eight. Sean put the car in park and turned off the engine and sighed.

"Here we are." Sean's house was nice. Not huge by any means, but not small. Erick's own home was a dingy apartment on the bad side of town.

Mrs. Hunter, ("Call me Diane," she insisted) kept the flowerbeds well-manicured. Mr. Hunter (Big Bill, to distinguish him from Bill Jr., the eldest son, and Billy, his own son) kept the lawn trimmed and the house in good repair. To Erick, it was a mansion. Erick looked over at Sean, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Yeah, here we are," he echoed, his eyes scanning the familiar yet somehow different house. The thought of what might happen between them here was both thrilling and terrifying. He reached over and gave Sean's shoulder a squeeze. "Let's do this."

Sean leaned over and gave Erick a quick peck on the lips. "Let's keep this under wraps for now, okay?"

Erick's heart fluttered at the sudden affection. He nodded, his eyes locked onto Sean's, feeling a strange mix of emotions. He knew that if they continued and things developed, coming out could be tricky, but the thought of hiding something so intimate and beautiful from them stung a bit. Still, he understood Sean's desire for caution. He leaned in, whispering against Sean's lips, "I promise. Our secret's safe with me."

He took a deep breath, inhaling Sean's scent, and stepped out of the car. The warmth of the early summer evening wrapped around them as they grabbed their bags from the back seat. The crunch of the gravel driveway under their feet was a stark contrast to the softness of their stolen kiss. As they approached the house the automatic light snapped on and Erick couldn't help but feel a bit like an intruder, or a thief, despite having been here countless times before.

The difference was palpable, like the air was charged with the electricity of their secret. He followed Sean up the porch steps, his mind racing with thoughts of what might happen. Sean opened the door.

The house was quiet except for the news streaming in from the other room. "I'm home! Erick's with me!" One of their two black cats looked at them lazily from its search on the cat tree near the door. It yawned and stretched.

Erick followed Sean into the house, his eyes taking in the cozy, lived-in feel of the place. The scent of Mrs. Hunter's cooking still lingered, and he felt a pang of hunger despite eating on the way home.

"Home sweet home," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He forced a casual smile, trying to ignore the throb in his cock at the thought of what they might do once everyone else was asleep.

Diane came into the foyer, all smiles. "Sean! Erick! How are my boys?" She kissed them both on the cheek after one of her patented mom hugs.

Erick returned the hug, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden warmth and affection. "We're good, Mrs. H," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. He knew Sean's mom well, but this was the first time he'd be staying over under these circumstances. He couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something, his cheeks flushing slightly as he stepped back. "Just here to help Sean with some last-minute studying."

Sean stepped on Erick's foot "accidentally" and shot him a look. "Please, call me Diane! Sean you still have tests?" She looked at her son.

"No, Ma. He's teasing me." Sean's adherence to his academics wasn't a secret by any means, although Diane often worried about her son's anxiety around tests and grades.

Erick gave Sean a playful smirk, the kind that said, 'you're busted'. "Yeah, Mrs. H, we did all our cramming last night," he said, hoping she didn't notice the double meaning. "But we're both free men now." He glanced around the house, his eyes lingering on the stairway that led to Sean's room.

"We'll go unpack. Can we do laundry tonight, or should we wait?"

"Do it tomorrow! Aren't you tired?" Diane chided

Erick felt a sense of relief at Diane's nonchalance, his heart rate slowly returning to normal. "Yeah, we can do laundry whenever, Sean," he said, his voice low and gentle. "But tonight, I think we both deserve a break. How about we crash early, and we can tackle it in the morning?" He glanced at Sean, hoping his casual tone masked the burning anticipation within him. The thought of sharing a bed with him, even if just sleeping, was almost too much to handle.

Sean nodded. "Lemme see if Dad's awake."

Erick nodded, his eyes following Sean as he peeked into the living room. He couldn't help but admire the way Sean's ass moved in his jeans, and he felt his cock stir again. He took a deep breath, trying to get his thoughts in check. He looked around the hallway, noticing the family photos lining the walls. The Hunters looked so... normal. Happy. It was something he hadn't seen much of growing up.

Big Bill was predictable asleep in his Lay-Z-Boy, dead to the world. He'd wake around 11 and head to Sean's parents' room.

As they ascended the stairs, the silence was thick with unspoken desires. He knew Sean was still processing their newfound intimacy, and the last thing he wanted to do was push too hard. Erick's mind racing with the possibilities of the night. The quiet of the house was a stark contrast to the cacophony of the frat house. Luckily Sean's room was in the far end of the house, should anything develop.

He took a moment to appreciate the peace before following Sean back into his room, his eyes lingering on the family photos. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at the apparent happiness they shared. Sean's bedroom was neat, as expected. Trophies and ribbons hung on the wall with dinosaur and space posters. Sean was fascinated by science from a young age. Sean put the clean clothes in his dresser and Mr. Boppo on his bed. He looked at the shirt Erick gave him and gently tucked it in his pillowcase. Diane hadn't done Sean's laundry for years, so it was safe there.

"It's like a museum," he teased, trying to keep the mood light.

"Yeah." Sean visited Erick's apartment once. There wasn't much in the way of sentimental keepsakes. Even Erick's room was almost barren. He felt his heart heave in his chest. Frick was too nice to deserve a woman like that as his mother. Erick told him once that he tried to find his father, but had the door slammed in his face. He felt terrible that he had a loving family and Erick didn't. Even if... when... he came out, Sean knew he'd be accepted. It would be like telling everyone his eyes were green. Erick would probably be run out again for daring to be gay, or bi, or whatever.

"You know, you always have a home here."

"Thanks, Sean," he murmured.

Erick felt a warmth spread through him at Sean's words. It was clear that Sean was trying to protect him, to keep their secret from potentially damaging their friendship or their lives in the frat. He knew it wouldn't be easy. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the elephant in the room.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes lingering on Sean's body. "So, what do we do now?" He asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

Sean smiled. Erick usually used one of his brothers' old rooms, but it wasn't unusual for them to hang out until all hours and wind up asleep in his bed either. That would be easily explained if Mrs. Hunter came in the morning. Sean closed the door.

"Can we just cuddle naked?"

Erick's eyes widened a bit at the question, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. "Cuddle naked?" He repeated, trying to keep his voice even. "Well, I guess that would be fine." He took a deep breath, trying to keep his arousal in check.

"But sure, if that's what you want." He began to strip, his eyes never leaving Sean's. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he revealed his toned body, his cock starting to stand at attention despite his best efforts to keep things casual.

Sean watched Erick strip. His handsome face was topped with thick black hair, which tended to curl as it grew long. He was more muscular, with a larger chest. Freckles tended to bloom across his shoulders and nose in the summer as his skin bronzed. Dark hair cascaded down from his chest and stomach, as well as covering his globular ass, powerful legs and feet, cablelike arms and thick hands. Erick's circumcised cock was pink towards the tip with a large head, with a deeper color behind the dark brown ring. Toward the base was a thicket of pubic hair. His balls were held tight in his scrotum like two hard boiled eggs.

Erick watched Sean follow suit, his eyes drinking in every inch of Sean's body. The sight of Sean's naked body made his heart race. Sean's face was a little more angular with large, green eyes. It wasn't a feminine countenance, but it could easily be called "beautiful." Sean's wavy long brown hair draped over his shoulders which topped his trim waist formed a V, supported by muscular legs. He wasn't as bulky or hairy as Erick, although a dusting of hair blessed his body. Of course there was that large, penis with his voluptuous foreskin. Soft, the skin covered the glans, with the very tip peeking out, like a rose bud. Hard it would roll back to expose the purple head. A thick vein ran the length of his shaft. The organ looked primal and masculine.

Sean laid down in bed naked. He moved toward the wall, giving Erick room, his skin cool against the sheets. Erick scooted closer to Sean, feeling the heat of his body.

"Is this okay?" He whispered, his heart racing. He didn't want to push too far, too fast. But the urge to be close was overwhelming.

"Yeah." He grabbed the remote mounted to his headboard and adjusted the lights and put some soft music on the stereo. "I just want to talk and kiss. I don't think I can get off again."

Erick's heart skipped a beat at Sean's words. He slid closer, his cock brushing against Sean's thigh. "Okay," he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. He wrapped his arm around Sean's waist, pulling him in close. Their bare skin made contact, sending a shiver down his spine. He placed a gentle kiss on Sean's shoulder, his eyes closed, savoring the moment.

Sean smelled Erick's hair. It was just a generic shampoo smell, but it was intoxicating. He kissed Erick's head and directed his gaze at his eyes. "You have nice eyes. What color are they?"

Erick's eyes fluttered open at the gentle touch of Sean's lips on his forehead. He chuckled softly, feeling warmth spread through his chest. "They're blue, like the ocean on a clear day." He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against Sean's. "And yours are like a warm forest meadow, inviting and comforting." He took a deep breath, his chest pressing against Sean's. "I've missed this place. It's so much quieter than the frat house." He whispered, his hand tracing lazy patterns on Sean's chest. The music played softly in the background, a gentle serenade to their tentative exploration of intimacy.

Sean's hand gently stroked Erick's side. He glanced down, noticing both his and Erick's erections subsided. Both of them were about the same size, with one difference. Sean's fingers gently took Erick's penis in hand. Erick's eyes followed Sean's hand, the intimacy of the moment making his heart race. He took a deep breath, feeling Sean's delicate fingers on him. The touch was surprisingly tender. He felt suddenly a bit self-conscious about his circumcision, knowing Sean was uncut. Was Sean disappointed? Was Erick being pitied? But the way Sean touched him made him feel like it didn't matter. He watched Sean's face, looking for any sign of discomfort or rejection, his own hand moved to mirror the motions on Sean's cock.

"What's it like," Sean asked. His fingertip lightly traced the scar around Erick's cock. "Growing up, almost all I'd see are dicks like yours. I thought there was something wrong with mine," Sean confided.

Erick's eyes searched Sean's, finding a new depth of vulnerability in their shared moment. He took a deep breath, his hand pausing on Sean's cock. "It's... different, I guess," he said, his voice a soft murmur, referring to Sean's foreskin. A lifelong athlete, cocks like his were the rule, not the exception. "But it doesn't make you any less... you know, manly. Or any less attractive." He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on Sean's lips. "You're perfect just the way you are."

"You sure?"

Erick nodded, his heart racing. "Yeah, I'm sure," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "It's just new for me, that's all. Everything about this is new to me." He kissed Sean again, his hand moving back to Sean's cock, feeling the velvety foreskin slide over the head. "But it's something I want to explore with you."

Sean returned the kiss. "It's kinda fun playing with something different." Their innocent fondling had awoken both dormant snakes again. "How do you jerk it without skin?"

Erick chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I use lube, sometimes, but it's all about the grip," he murmured, taking Sean's hand in his and guiding it along his shaft, showing him the way he liked it. "You just have to get used to the bare head." He took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of Sean's hand on him. "But, you know, I've had plenty of practice."

He leaned closer, his breath warm against Sean's ear. "And I'd love to practice with you, too." His voice was a low rumble, filled with desire. He kissed along Sean's jawline, his hand moving to cup his cheek.

Sean directed Erick's hand. "If you grab it here, like this, the foreskin moves freely. I don't use any lube." Erick watched his hand glide up and down Sean's shaft easily, aided by the foreskin. Erick nodded; his eyes glued to the mesmerizing dance of Sean's hand on his cock. He felt a mix of excitement and curiosity. He'd never been with an uncut guy - or any guy for that matter - before, and the novelty was intriguing.

"It's like a built-in sleeve, huh? It's gotta feel intense," his voice low and husky. He took over, mimicking Sean's movements, the sensation of the foreskin gliding over the sensitive head was alien to him, but he liked it. It was different. And very erotic.

"Yeah. I like yours. Being focused in this area must feel intense." Erick's technique focused just below the glans, around where his frenulum was. He also liked a milking grip on the head Erick had demonstrated.

Erick nodded, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. The sensation was indeed intense, and the way Sean's hand moved was unlike anything he'd felt before. He leaned into the touch, his breath coming in short gasps.

"It does," he murmured. "But there's something... primal about doing it with yours."

He kissed Sean's neck, his hand still on Sean's cock, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive spot beneath the head, using his own technique in Sean.

Sean moaned and kissed Erick. Their hands working on each other's cocks in a silent dance. "Cuddling" had clearly evolved into hand jobs. Erick's hand moved in a steady rhythm, feeling the difference in texture and sensation. He was getting used to the newness of it, the way Sean's skin moved differently. The way Erick's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure made Sean feel powerful, like he was the one in control, despite their roles being reversed from their usual friendship dynamics. He kissed Erick's neck, his teeth grazing the skin lightly. "You like that?"

"Yeah. Keep going."

Erick felt a thrill of excitement at Sean's aggression, his hand moving more confidently on Sean's cock now. He knew he had to be careful not to go too far too fast, but the desire was overwhelming. He leaned in closer, his breath warm on Sean's ear.

"Tell me what you like, Sean. I want to make this perfect for you." He kissed along Sean's jawline, his teeth grazing the skin gently. His hand worked in tandem with Sean's, finding a rhythm that seemed to resonate with both of them. The tension in the room was palpable, the soft sounds of their breathing and the occasional squeak of the bed the only noises besides the soft music.

"A little faster and not so tight. Is this good for you?" Sean's hands stroked Erick's pole, now slick with precum.

Erick groaned in response, his eyes fluttering closed. "Yeah, that's perfect," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, but he didn't want to come just yet. He wanted this moment to last, to savor every touch and sensation.

"What about you?" He asked, his hand mimicking the speed and pressure Sean had just set.

"I'm..."

"You're close, aren't you?" Erick asked, his voice a low murmur in the quiet room. He could feel Sean's cock pulsing in his hand, the heat of his arousal almost burning his palm. He matched the pace, his thumb circling the wet tip of Sean's cock, his own breaths coming faster now.

"Tell me, Sean. Tell me when you're going to cum." Erick's eyes searched Sean's face, seeing the concentration and need in his eyes. He felt his own breath quicken as he watched the other man's hand move in long, sure strokes along his shaft. The friction was building, his body tightening with each pass. Erick's hand mimicked Sean's, and he felt Sean's cock twitch in his grip. He knew they were both close, and the urgency in the air was intoxicating.

He leaned in, whispering, "You're so turned on, aren't you." His free hand trailed up Sean's chest, finding a nipple and giving it a gentle pinch, his touch as curious and exploratory as their conversation. It was too much for Sean.

"Ah! I'm-I'm there. I'm there. Cumming. Oh my god. I'm cumming."

Erick felt a rush of satisfaction at Sean's words, his own climax building as he watched Sean's face contort in pleasure. He stroked Sean faster, feeling the cock in his hand pulse and throb. He watched as Sean's body tensed, his hips bucking slightly. Then, with a low groan, Sean released, hot cum spurting out and coating Erick's hand. Erick's own orgasm hit him like a wave, his body tensing as he emptied himself onto Sean's stomach. They both lay there, panting, a sticky mess between them.

"Shit..." Sean started to lick Erick's cum from his hand. He sat up and cleaned the semen off of Erick's stomach in the same manner.

Erick watched in amazement as Sean tasted him, his eyes widening with surprise and arousal. He had never seen anything so intimate, so raw. It was like watching someone claim him, marking him as their own. The sensation of Sean's tongue on his skin was electrifying, and he felt his cock twitch again. He reached out to cup Sean's face, his thumb tracing a line of cum along Sean's jaw.

"What are you doing?" He whispered, his voice hoarse.

"I just need you inside me. Give it a taste..." Sean directed Erick's cum glazed hand to his mouth for Erick to sample.

Erick's heart raced as he felt his hot breath on Sean's hand, the intimacy of the moment washing over him. He leaned in, his eyes locked with Sean's, and took his hand into his mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of their shared release. He groaned, the act making him feel even more connected to Sean than ever before. The action was so primal, so raw, it was like a silent declaration of ownership. He could feel his cock stirring again, already eager for more. He pulled his mouth away and kissed Sean deeply, sharing the taste of their passion. His hand slid down Sean's body, his fingers tracing the line of cum on Sean's stomach before sliding lower, playing with the patch of hair leading to his cock.

After they licked each other clean they each pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and turned off the music and lights. They shifted and rolled for a while until they found the perfect position - Sean's arms wrapped around Erick's chest, pulling him into a tight spoon. Their eyes fluttered closed and their breath deepened.

Erick felt Sean's warmth against his back, the steady beat of his heart comforting in the quiet darkness. He couldn't believe what had just happened between them. The feel of Sean's arms around him was both foreign and exhilarating. He took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing thoughts.

"So, we're doing this for real?" He whispered into the dark, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Yeah. I wanna go strings attached."

Erick felt a jolt in his chest at Sean's confirmation. He knew they were treading uncharted waters, but the excitement was intoxicating. A smile playing on his lips. "Strings attached, huh?" He whispered, his hand took Sean's. "What kind of strings are we talking about?"

He waited for any hint of doubt or hesitation, but there was no fear or worry.

"I'm your boyfriend. And you're mine."

Erick's heart skipped a beat at Sean's declaration, a warm feeling spreading through him. He rolled over to face Sean, his expression a mix of shock and elation. "Your boyfriend, huh?" He whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out to cup Sean's cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing over the soft skin.

"I like the sound of that." They shared a kiss and slept.