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ST: The Agency 11 (t/t) 
 
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The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by 
location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended 
by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and 
is not based on any actual events. 
 
 
The Agency: Chapter 11 - Sleepover - Second Night
by 
Gymnopedies

It was early evening when Bryan, Jon and Toby arrived back at Jon's 
house. They had spent the day at Doggingham Park, a nearby theme 
park, and Bryan had enjoyed every single minute of it. Jon had paid 
the admission fee for all three of them, and this was something that 
Bryan had felt a little guilty about; especially when he remembered 
that the boy was supposed to be saving all his money for a computer. 
But Jon had insisted, and the boys had spent the entire day enjoying 
the various rides and eating hot dogs and popcorn and loads of other 
stuff that they probably wouldn't have been able to get away with 
had there been an adult with them. Poor Toby had paid the price 
around mid-afternoon, when he'd staggered off one of the rides and 
promptly been sick, but other than that, it had been a thoroughly 
fun day.

"You should have come with us, Jack," Jon said to his brother, as 
the four boys sat down at the table with Jon's parents, for their 
evening meal; Bryan was rather relieved to find that Rachel was not 
present.

Jack smiled at his younger brother's suggestion and shook his head. 
"I told you, I already had plans for this afternoon."

"So what was more important than spending time with us?" Jon 
demanded.

Jack's smile turned mysterious. "Wait until we've finished eating 
and then we'll go upstairs and I'll tell you."

"Why can't you tell us now?"

"It will be better if I show you," Jack insisted.

Jon turned to his mother. "Do you know what he's been doing?"

The woman held up her hands. "Don't bring me into it. It's more than 
my life is worth to say anything. You'll just have to wait until 
Jack is ready to tell you. Oh, and Jon, don't gobble your food like 
that; what will Bryan think?"

"Sorry," Jon said to his mother, shooting Bryan a quick grin.

Jon made several more attempts to get Jack to talk while they ate, 
but the older boy adamantly refused to say anything more, and even 
Bryan was starting to feel the excitement of the mystery. The 
younger boys had all finished and sat waiting, as Jack ate with 
deliberate slowness, obviously savouring the suspense.

"You're doing it on purpose," Jon accused, with a laugh. "You're 
still going to be eating at bedtime, the rate you're going. I bet 
when you do tell us, it's something really boring like you had a 
soccer match or something."

"You'll just have to wait and see," said Jack calmly.

Eventually, the fifteen-year-old finished eating and carefully laid 
down his knife and fork.

"At last," said Jon, getting up from the table. He made a dash for 
the stairs, Toby only a second behind him.

"Hold it!" Their mother's voice brought the boys to an immediate 
halt. "What about the dishes?"

"But..." Jon started to object, but one glance at his mother's face 
silenced him. "It's not fair," he sighed.

"It won't take long if we all help," Jack laughed. "Come on, let's 
get them done."

With the four of them pitching in, washing the dishes only took a 
few minutes and soon they were on their way up the stairs, the 
younger boys in front and Jack bringing up the rear.

"So?" Jon asked, expectantly, once they were all together in the 
boys' bedroom with the door closed.

Jack shrugged. "I had a soccer match," he said.

"Jack!"

"Alright," said the older boy, trying to control his laughter. "I'll 
show you where I've been. See how quickly you can guess." He paused 
for effect and then began getting undressed, pulling his shirt over 
his head.

"What're you doing?" asked Toby. 

"Watch," Jack repeated. He pulled off his shoes and socks and then 
dropped his jeans to reveal a brand new pair of Calvin Klein shorts.

"Wow! Cool boxers," said Jon, impressed. "You've been shopping?"

"Good guess, but not right. Nice, don't you think?" said Jack, 
running his hands over the tight, white shorts that he wore.

"Yeah, they're nice," Jon agreed. "But I don't understand how you 
taking your clothes off is supposed to help us guess what you've 
been doing."

"Keep watching," Jack grinned. His hands went to the waistband of 
his shorts, the only item of clothing that he still wore.

"Why are you getting naked?" asked Jon. "We've seen your willy loads 
of times; how will that help us guess?"

"Oh, so you don't want to see it again then?" Jack asked, pausing in 
the act of taking down his shorts.

"I want to know what you've been doing this afternoon," said Jon, 
getting impatient.

"That's what I'm about to show you," Jack insisted. He pushed his 
shorts down.

Bryan watched, strangely fascinated, as Jack casually stripped 
completely naked in front of the younger boys. This was way outside 
the experience of the thirteen-year-old, who had grown up in an 
environment where people were much more inhibited about such things. 
If Robert had suddenly walked into his bedroom at home and started 
undressing, Bryan would have thought that his older brother had gone 
completely insane. But Jon's family seemed to take this sort of 
thing in their stride.

"Jack, your pubes have gone," Jon gasped as he got his first clear 
view of his brother's groin. He gave the older boy a surprised look 
and then broke into a grin. "You've shaved them off." He stepped 
forwards, his hand outstretched, and ran his fingertips over the 
smooth area above Jack's soft penis.

Toby too had moved in closer and was giggling as he too had a feel.

"What do you think?" Jack asked.

"I think you look great," Jon grinned. "Bryan, come and feel him, 
he's really smooth."

"No thanks," said Bryan, who had been watching silently, feeling a 
little uncertain about this casual nudity.

"Come on, Bryan, he won't bite," Jon laughed, catching hold of 
Bryan's arm and pulling him closer.

Reluctantly, Bryan reached out his hand and allowed his fingertips 
to briefly stroke Jack's upper groin area, being careful to stay 
well away from the boy's dick, and after a momentary contact he 
snatched his hand away, an embarrassed grin on his face.

"See, I told you he wouldn't bite," giggled Jon, having another 
feel. "Hey, you've done your balls as well," he observed. Then to 
Bryan's complete amazement, Jon took hold of Jack's cock with one 
hand and held it out of the way while he felt his brother's balls 
with the other. "You're shaved all over."

"I think that's enough touching," Jack grinned, pushing Jon's hand 
away.

"I want to be shaved as well," Toby suddenly announced.

"You don't have any pubes to shave," said Jon.

"I have too."

"Yeah, but two's just about all you have got," said Jon, laughing at 
the joke. "And it's a wonder you haven't had them pulled out before 
now."

"I want to be shaved, like you and Jon," said Toby, looking at Jack. 
"I can be shaved, can't I Jack? Will you do it for me?"

"We'll see later," said Jack, dismissively. "You still haven't 
guessed where I've been. I thought you'd have worked it out by now."

Jon looked thoughtful and then suddenly his face lit up. "You've 
been to the agency! That's it isn't it? Was it Damian who shaved 
you?" he asked excitedly.

"About time," said Jack. "Yes, I've been doing a photo-shoot. I got 
Mum to take me to see Sean on Friday and he agreed to take me on. I 
had my first shoot this afternoon."

"Why didn't you tell us about it?" demanded Jon. "That is so cool. 
We could have come with you. Tell us what happened. What costumes 
did you wear? Did you go nude?"

"I didn't tell you about it because I wanted to surprise you," Jack 
explained. "Yes, I did a nude shoot, and a non-nude one as well. Oh, 
and you might be interested in this." He squatted down and pulled a 
large, rectangular box from under his bed, laying it down on the 
mattress. "This is for you. Well, I guess it's for all of us really, 
but it's mainly for you."

Jon looked suspiciously at the box for a moment. It was standard, 
brown packaging with some red writing saying something about 
electronic equipment. "What is it?" The boy asked. He pulled open 
one of the flaps at the side and gasped aloud. "It's a computer. 
Jack, it's a computer." His hands were trembling as he pulled the 
computer's box out of the brown packaging and then stood frozen, 
staring at it.

"What's the matter, don't you like it?" Jack grinned, moving up 
behind his brother and putting his arms around the boy's shoulders.

"It's a computer," Jon repeated, again. Then he suddenly spun around 
and wrapped his arms around Jack, hugging him tightly. 

"This is great," Toby grinned, already starting to unpack the 
laptop. "Does it play games?"

"I expect so," said Jack. "And it will connect to the internet and 
everything. Once it's set up we should be able to share the 
connection with the computer in Rachel's room."

"Cool," said Toby.

"It look's really good," said Bryan, examining the specs on the now 
discarded box. "It must have cost you a bomb."

"Not really," said Jack. "I explained the situation to Sean and he 
did us a special deal. He knows someone who can get them much 
cheaper than in the shops." He detached himself from Jon and stepped 
into his shorts, pulling them up.

"I thought it would be months before we got one," said Jon, happily. 
He hugged Jack again and gave his brother a quick kiss on the cheek.

Bryan watched with a momentary pang of envy for the closeness of the 
brothers. He wished that he and Robert could be more like that. 
Perhaps not so much the kissing part, he didn't especially want to 
kiss Robert, but it would be nice if there could be at least a small 
amount of affection between them instead of the almost constant 
animosity.



The rest of the evening was spent setting up and playing with the 
laptop. Jack got his dad to help and after a fair amount of arguing 
about how to do things, constant reference to the instructions and 
several visits to Rachel's room, they managed to get it connected to 
the internet.

Bryan had taken a back seat during this, watching with some wry 
amusement as the introduction of the new technology almost caused 
the complete breakdown of the close relationships within Jon's 
family. Jack argued with his father, Jon argued with Jack, and Toby 
was just a general pain in the backside. However, once everything 
did eventually come together, everyone was all smiles again.

"Sorry Bryan," Jack apologised with a grin. "Inviting you to stay 
and then ignoring you all evening was pretty bad mannered."

"No problem," said Bryan. "I'm glad you managed to get it all 
working. Do you fight like that often?"

Jack laughed. "Of course we do. You should see us when we really get 
going. But we love each other really." He grabbed Toby and holding 
him firmly he kissed him on top of his head.

"Gerroff!" Toby giggled, struggling to escape, his attention 
entirely on the computer. Jon had already logged into the Boys On 
View nude site using details that Bryan had supplied from the 
account that his dad had set up. This was the first time that Toby 
had seen this site and the youngster looked on wide eyed as his 
older brother clicked through the various picture sets.

"I wonder when my nude set will appear," said Jon. "I did it last 
Wednesday, and it's now Monday. It should be on there soon."

"At least now you'll be able to keep a check for it appearing," said 
Bryan. The young teen wasn't sure he shared Jon's eagerness for his 
own set to appear. He felt a slightly sick feeling in the pit of his 
stomach as remembered that he'd promised himself that he would show 
his parents the nude print from under his mattress when he got home 
tomorrow. He decided that he would do it the coward's way and give 
the print to his dad, and then his mother could look at it when 
Bryan wasn't around.

"Hey, he's only about my age," said Toby, pointing to the boy that 
Jon had brought up on the screen. "That means I should be able to do 
modelling as well. Then I could have loads of money and buy my own 
computer."

"Who's going to want to look at you?" Jack teased his brother.

"What do you mean?" asked Toby, indignantly. "I'm cute; everybody 
says so."

"Including you," Jack laughed. "If you want to try the modelling, 
you'll have to talk to Mum about it. Though when she mentioned it to 
you before, you told that her you weren't interested."

"That was before. Now I've changed my mind. Won't you ask her for 
me?" Toby looked at his brother with his eyes lowered in a well 
practised expression of pleading.

"No, I won't. You can ask her yourself," said Jack.

"It's not fair," Toby pouted.

"Well here's something else that isn't fair," said Jack. "It's 
getting late and time you were getting to bed."

"What about shaving my pubes?" asked Toby.

Jack shook his head. "You're not serious about that, are you? You've 
hardly got anything to shave."

"I still want it done. You're shaved and Jon's shaved, so I want to 
be the same.

Jack gave a sigh. "I suppose if it will keep you happy. But you have 
to promise not to say anything about it in front of Mum; she knows 
about me and Jon, but I don't know what she'll say if she finds out 
I've done it to you. Also, you go straight to bed when we're done."

"It's a deal," Toby giggled. "Let's do it now." He set off for the 
door.

"Where are you going?"

"The bathroom."

Again, Jack shook his head. "If we're going to do this, we do it in 
here."

Toby looked uncertain. "But then Jon and Bryan will see," he said.

"They've already seen everything you've got anyway," Jack pointed 
out.

"Yeah, but this is different." Toby's head had gone down and his 
voice had gone very soft. The eleven-year-old actually managed to 
look shy.

"We won't look," said Bryan, amused by the exchange, but at the same 
time feeling a little sorry for the boy.

"Oh yes we will," said Jon, without even looking round from the 
computer screen, where he was watching the video of Danny.

"We do it in here, or we don't do it at all," said Jack. "Let's see 
how seriously you want it."

Toby was silent for a moment as if weighing his options and then he 
nodded. "Alright, you can do in here."

"Damn," Jack grinned, in an aside to Bryan. "I was hoping that would 
put him off." He looked back at his youngest brother. "Alright, 
let's get it done with. Get your clothes off and I'll go get the 
things."

While Jack went to the bathroom, Toby quickly stripped down to his 
briefs and then sat down on one of the beds to wait. He looked more 
than a little apprehensive.

"Why do you want to be shaved?" Bryan asked the boy, not able to 
fathom why anyone would actually want this.

"Because he's mental," said Jon, casually, not looking up from the 
laptop screen.

"I just do," said Toby. "I want to be the same as Jack."

"Like I said, he's mental," Jon repeated, with a short laugh.

"You must be mental as well then," said Toby to his brother. 
"Because you're always copying Jack."

At that moment, Jack returned. He was carrying a bowl of water, a 
razor, and a can of foam. He had a towel over his shoulder. "You 
talking about me?"

"He's only talking rubbish, as usual," said Jon.

Jack glanced at his youngest brother. "You've still got your undies 
on," he said.

"I was waiting for you to get back," said Toby. He pushed his briefs 
down, and stepping out of them he stood naked, waiting for further 
instructions.

Jack spread the towel out on his own bed and indicated that Toby 
should sit on it. The younger boy sat down on the edge of the bed 
and leaned back, his legs open wide. Now that the show was about to 
start, Jon closed the laptop and moved closer and even Bryan stepped 
forwards to get a better view.

"Do you all have to watch like that?" Toby giggled, shyly. 

"Maybe we should have sold tickets," Jack laughed. "I wonder if 
Rachel is home yet. Maybe she'd like to come and watch."

"No way!" Toby suddenly looked afraid. He snapped his legs shut and 
covered his groin protectively with his hands.

"I was only teasing," said Jack. He pushed the boy's hands away and 
pulled his legs open again. "Here we go," he said, giving the can a 
shake and squirting a small amount of blue gel onto Toby's almost 
hairless groin.

Toby watch in wordless fascination as Jack began to rub the gel 
around, working it into a white lather. The older boy grinned as he 
stroked the foam down across Toby's small, limp penis and then 
around his tight ball sac.

"That feel's funny," Toby giggled, squirming. A moment later, his 
dick started to harden, rapidly coming upright until it was standing 
up hard and proud from his white smeared groin. "Oooh!" he said, his 
face colouring slightly as he looked around at the boys standing 
watching.

"Why am I not surprised that that happened," Jack laughed, enclosing 
the stiff organ in his foam covered hand and wanking on it a couple 
of times.

"Don't," Toby complained, blushing as he pushed Jack's hand away.

"I can't shave you without touching it," said Jack.

"Yeah, but you don't have to play with it," the youngster admonished 
his brother.

"Oh, stop complaining," laughed Jack, taking the tip of the boy's 
foreskin between his thumb and forefinger and wiggling the shaft 
from side to side.

"Jack, don't." Toby once more pushed his brother's hand away, though 
he too was laughing.

Jack rinsed his hands in the bowl of water and then picked up the 
razor. "This is Dad's," he said. "I've put a new blade on it. I'll 
put the old one back on when we're done, but it's probably best if 
he doesn't find out that we've been using it, and especially that he 
doesn't hear what we've been using it for. I'll get us a razor of 
our own when I go to the shops."

"Why do we need one of our own?" asked Jon.

"Because hair has a habit of growing back," Jack explained. "If you 
want to stay smooth for the modelling then you're going to have to 
keep shaving every so often. Unless you want Damian to keep doing it 
for you."

"Well, that was sort of fun." Jon glanced at Bryan and then blushed. 
"I might as well tell you," he said to his friend. "Damian jacked me 
off after he'd shaved me."

"He did what?" Bryan could hardly believe his ears. "You let him do 
that?"

"He asked if I wanted him to, and I said yes," said Jon, with a 
shrug. He was trying to look casual, but his face was scarlet.

"You mean..." Bryan hesitated, not sure how to frame his question. 
"You mean he did it until you... shot your stuff?"

Jon nodded.

"Cool!" Toby was looking up at his brother wide eyed.

Bryan just stared. He found it hard to imagine even letting another 
guy touch him when he was hard, let alone make him shoot.

"It was no big deal," said Jon. "Guys do that sort of thing all the 
time."

"They do?" This was news to Bryan.

"Yeah," said Jon. He glanced at Jack for support.

Jack nodded his head. "I've jerked off with guys a few times, and me 
and a mate have done each other a couple of times. Like Jon says, 
it's no big deal; it doesn't mean anything. It's just fun, that's 
all. And it feels much better than when you do it yourself."

Bryan just shook his head in silent amazement. This was going to 
take some thinking about.

"I've never done it with anyone," said Toby, looking disappointed.

"I was doing it to you a moment ago, and you stopped me," said Jack, 
giving his youngest brother a grin.

"Yeah, but that was before I knew."

"Well you've missed your chance now, haven't you?" Jack laughed.

"Jack! That's not fair!"

"Well it serves you right," said Jack. "Now hold still, unless you 
want me to chop your dinky-winky off." He took hold of the boy's 
hard dick and bent it aside while he slid the razor gently through 
the white lather.

Toby froze and appeared to be holding his breath as he watched Jack 
shave his groin with the razor. The boy had his arms at his sides 
and he clutched handfuls of towel so tightly that his knuckles 
turned white. "Be careful," he whimpered.

"Hey, relax," Jack laughed. "I've never cut anyone yet. Mind you, 
since I've never done this before, I suppose that doesn't mean 
much." He stopped laughing, and his brow furrowed in concentration 
as he worked the razor over his brother's pubic area and the small 
mound of the boy's tight ball sac.

The whole process didn't take very long, since there wasn't much to 
shave, and after just a few moments, Jack announced that he was 
finished and began to wipe Toby's dick and balls with a corner of 
the towel.

As soon as Jack had finished, Toby got to his feet, and grinning 
happily, he ran his hands over his groin. "It's really smooth now."

"It doesn't look any different to me," said Jon. "Let me have a 
feel."

"Go on then." Toby moved is hands away so that Jon could run his 
fingers over the shaved area; the thirteen-year-old also had a good 
feel of the preteen's erection in the process.

"Do you want a feel, Bryan?" Jon asked his friend.

"No thanks, I don't think so," Bryan smiled, not too comfortable 
with all the touching that was going on.

"How about I do you while I have all the stuff here, Bryan?" Jack 
suggested. "It would only take a couple of minutes."

"Yeah, go on Bryan," said Jon. "You'll have to have it done 
eventually anyway."

"No, I'm OK, thanks," said Bryan, quickly.

"Go on, let Jack do it," Jon insisted.

"Jon, leave it," said Jack. "Bryan's said he doesn't want to. 
There's no rush. He can have it done anytime. Maybe he'd prefer to 
wait and let Damian do it for him." He gave Bryan a wink.

"No, it's not that," said Bryan. "I just don't want it done yet."

 Jack gave the boy a nod and an understanding smile, then without 
any warning, he grabbed Toby's arm and yanked the eleven-year-old 
back down onto the bed. "Come here you!"

"Noo!" Toby put up a token fight but after just a few seconds he 
relented and lay back, his eyes sparking.

Jack took a hold of his brother's hard cock. "Now, last chance; you 
want it?"

Toby licked his lips and nodded eagerly.

"Alright." Jack slowly began to wank the slim shaft, using just his 
thumb and his first two fingers, working it up and down. Then he 
paused for a moment, easing the skin back away from the small, 
cherry coloured head.

"Oooh! Toby groaned as his oldest brother continued to massage the 
aroused organ.

Without thinking, Bryan stepped closer until he was beside Jon, 
standing over the bed. Bryan's own cock was hard and he could almost 
imagine the feeling of someone else's fingers stroking along his 
shaft. He gave a small sigh, and Jon looked around at him and smiled 
knowingly.

Jack had now picked up his pace and Toby was breathing heavily, his 
eyes glassy as he focussed on the older boy's hand moving steadily 
up and down his dick. Jack began to caress the youngster's bare 
chest with his free hand. Toby groaned again and his squirming 
intensified. "Arghh!" The sound seemed forced up from the boy's 
throat as his back arched upwards. "Hmmmfff!" Toby's body went rigid 
and a few drops of clear fluid spilled from the end of his dick to 
dribble down onto his stomach.

Jack slowed his stroking and brought it to a stop. He grinned down 
at his brother. "Right, now you know what it's like when someone 
does it for you."

"Yeah," Toby returned the grin. "It was cool," he said, a little 
breathlessly. He reached for the towel to wipe the drops of liquid 
from his stomach, but Jack pushed his hand away.

"I made the mess, so I'll clean you up," he said, as he tenderly 
wiped the end of the boy's penis.

Bryan looked at Jon and then quickly looked away. He had never felt 
so turned on in his life. He could feel a wetness in the front of 
his shorts where his dick had been leaking precum as a result of his 
excitement from watching Toby being jerked off. "I need the 
bathroom," he muttered, and without another word, he headed for the 
door.

However, before Bryan reached the bathroom, Jon had caught up with 
him. "I'm coming with you."

"No..." Bryan halted, starting to object, then, without quite knowing 
why, he changed his mind. "Alright."

The two boys entered the bathroom together and Jon bolted the door. 
"You need to jack off?"

Bryan nodded, nervously.

"Me too." Also looking nervous, Jon gave a forced smile and then 
began pulling off his clothing. A moment later he was naked, his 
stiff shaft pointing out and up from his slim frame. "You going to 
get undressed?"

"I guess." Bryan followed his friend's example and pulled off his 
own clothes. He hesitated a moment before dropping his shorts and 
stepping out of them. He'd been right about the wet patch, and as he 
stood upright, the end of his hard cock was shiny with sticky 
precum.

"Wow!" said Jon, his eyes on Bryan's erection. He stepped closer. 
"Can I touch it?"

The words were a repeat of what Jon had asked that very morning, 
though that now felt to Bryan like a lifetime ago. Bryan didn't 
reply. He recalled what Jack had said about boys touching each other 
and it not meaning anything, it was just in fun. He thought about 
Jack stroking Toby's erection and what had been going through his 
own head as he wondered what it would be like to have someone 
touching him like that. He opened his mouth to reply to Jon, but 
nothing came out.

Jon looked directly into Bryan's eyes and then put out a trembling 
hand. Slowly, Jon's fingers moved closer to Bryan's dick.

Bryan tried to speak, to tell Jon that he didn't want this, but it 
was as though his vocal chords were frozen. More than that, his 
whole body was paralysed. Then, Jon's fingers were around Bryan's 
cock, holding it tightly, and Bryan let out a deep shuddering 
breath.

"Feel good?" Jon asked, his voice a nervous croak.

"Yeah."

Jon's smile became a little more confident and he slowly began 
sliding his hand up and down the length of Bryan's shaft. "You're 
all sticky."

"Uh-huh." Bryan was still struggling to get his brain working. All 
he could think about was the incredible sensation coming from his 
cock.

"You do me as well," said Jon.

Automatically, Bryan's hand moved away from his body and his 
finger's sought out Jon's hardness. He took the shaft in his hand, 
feeling it slide along his palm. It was warm and the skin was smooth 
and silky. It felt good.

"Urghhh!" Jon groaned and thrust his hips towards Bryan. "Jerk me," 
he begged.

The two thirteen-year-olds stood facing each other, their hands on 
each other's cocks, wanking each other. Their pace started slowly, 
but quickened as both seemed to gain in confidence. Soon both of 
them were breathing heavily.

Bryan kept his eyes downwards, focused on his own shaft and Jon's 
hand moving up and down it. He had never dreamed that having someone 
else touch him like this could feel so good. As his pleasure 
increased, so did the pace of his stroking of Jon's hard boyhood, 
which in turn encouraged Jon to increase his own pace. 

As Bryan felt the pressure growing in his groin he screwed his eyes 
closed and pushed his hips forwards into Jon's willing hand. A 
moment later, he felt his dick begin to throb and he let out a 
strangled moan as cum erupted from the swollen head. Almost 
instantly, Jon's cock jerked in his hand and he felt Jon's cum 
splash onto his thigh and begin to run down his leg.

The boys leaned into each other, each using the other's body to 
support themselves. Bryan's legs felt like they had no strength in 
them as he fought to keep his balance and milk the last drops from 
Jon's cock. As the intensity of orgasm faded, he forced himself to 
stand upright and let his hands drop to his sides. He felt a strange 
mixture of emotions; both euphoria and guilt, and he didn't know how 
to deal with them.

"You OK?" asked Jon, still breathing heavily.

"Yeah, sort of."

"You're not mad with me, are you?"

"No, of course not."

"It doesn't make you gay or anything, you know. Jack told me. Lots 
of guys do things like this with their friends and it doesn't mean 
anything."

Bryan forced a smile. "I'm fine, really." His smile became easier. 
"It was pretty good."

"You thought so?" asked Jon, with a relieved grin.

"Yeah."

"Good."

"You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"

Jon shook his head. "No, I won't tell anyone. Though Jack's probably 
guessed what we're doing."

"OK, you can tell Jack; Jack's cool. But no one else. Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise." Jon was silent a moment. Then; "If it was good, 
maybe we can do it again sometime."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Great." Jon gave a happy grin. "We'd better get cleaned up before 
Jack comes looking for us."

*****

Bryan's relationship with Robert takes a turn for the worse in 
Chapter 12: Brother Trouble. Coming soon. 
 
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