Before the Stuy

By Ish Grayson

Published on Feb 6, 2024

Gay

CONTENT WARNING: This story is for adults only. You must be of legal age in your area, in order to read this! This story depicts adult males having sexual encounters with each other. If it is not legal for you to read this (or if you're offended by it), please close this story!

Please feel free to send me as much feedback as possible, as well as any hot lewds/nudes you think might inspire me at ishgrayson1@gmail.com

I'm letting you guys figure out which parts are true, and which are fiction. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent :P

While I love having bareback sex, I also know that STDs and laws exist. Please be sure to be responsible, and caring, towards yourself and others.

Thanks Nifty for providing us all with a resource for being able to spill our nut! Please donate to Nifty if you can! They're doing this for all of us! ------------------------------------------ This story is a spin-off of Back To The Stuy (in Adult Friends), and takes place when the main character, Ish, is learning how to be a proud slut. ------------------------------------------ Before The Stuy Chapter 26

I spent all of Sunday worrying about Dig and Scooter. With the exception of them going to see their family a few times, this was the longest I'd gone without seeing them since the start of the school year. I didn't receive any calls or texts from them. I woke up early to clean the kitchen and parlor, before walking around the campus. Ending up at the diner for lunch. Afterwards, I found myself reading comics on my phone while sitting on a bench in the quad. I needed to keep my mind off of my boyfriend and his brother.

"I heard a rumor," a familiar voice said, blocking the sun.

"There's always a rumor," I looked up to see Sean standing in front of me. "What are they saying?"

"Sticky's off limits," he smirked. "Dig finally domesticated you?"

"We both know I'm too feral for that," I joked.

"Walk with me."

I found myself standing, then following my house president through the quad, towards the main street.

"Where are we going?" I asked him, as he magically hailed a cab, barely waving his hand.

"Get in," he instructed, holding the door open. He seemed stern, almost daring me to protest. I did as I was told, sliding all the way in so that he could sit next to me in the back seat. Patting my leg as he gave an address to the driver.

I knew that wherever High was taking me would be better than moping around the campus. I trusted my big bro to be there for me. He always was. There had to be something that would distract me in the apartment building that we were dropped in front of.

"Why are we here?" I asked him, looking at the old brownstone.

"You needed to get off campus, and I needed to feed my friend's cat," he responded. "Two birds, one stone."

"I don't know if I'm mad or not," I admired his... efficiency?

"C'mon kid," he said before leading us up the stairs of the building, then into the apartment on the parlor level.

"Who's place is this?" I looked around the open living and kitchen area. White leather couch and matching chairs, with even whiter walls. Stainless steel appliances and marble countertops. The wealthy minimalist theme really stood out. It almost seemed like the place was barely lived in.

"It's Beaver's," he responded, making his way to the kitchen area, as I sat at the custom made island. "He's gone for a few days, so I'm feeding the cat." He moved around the new looking kitchen with ease, as if he'd been there a thousand times.

"I thought he moved to the city," I mentioned. Remembering that Dig once told me that his Big Brother Chad, aka Beaver, was in Manhattan.

"Nah. His girlfriend lives there. Stays with her when he's working," he stood from putting food into a bowl. "Get some beers, I'm gonna handle the litter."

I walked towards the fridge and saw three different kinds of beer with no food. Chad definitely lived like a bachelor. Putting one to the side for High, I popped a bottle for myself, then sat on the leather couch. I kept wondering about Dig and Bat, afraid of what might happen to them, and if they'd come back. I'd heard of horror stories about people whose parents had bad reactions to them coming out. I blamed myself for any part I had in their father's reaction. Thankfully, High distracted me from my thoughts when I felt the couch shift as he sat down.

"So, how long is Chad outta town?" I asked.

"Til Wednesday," he answered, taking a sip of his beer.

"I didn't know you were close."

"There's a lot you don't know, lil dude," he smirked. "Besides, us house presidents have a special bond."

"I guess," I shrugged. "Cool place though."

"His dad owns the building."

"Rich kids always have a hookup."

"Look who's talking. You've got a whole apartment in Brooklyn."

"But I'm not rich, and it's not mine."

"It will be one day. You know Dad wouldn't let you go without."

"Same could be said for you."

"That's because I'm the favorite," he winked at me. "So, which one are you more worried about?"

"It's not that I don't love Bat, but he's not gonna be as fucked up by this. Ya know?" I tried to answer the question.

"I get it," he nodded. "Little Bro told me what happened after he came out. He's used to his dad being an ass. But Dig..."

"Is the favorite son," I finished. It was true, Dig was the perfect All-American athlete and dutiful Catholic son who helped his parents with all four of his siblings.

"Did he ever tell you how scared he was when you guys got together?" This was news to me. "Was so afraid about his dad finding out. Kept saying he was supposed to get married and have kids."

"He never told me any of that," I responded.

"Probably didn't want you to worry too much." Silence. "Listen dude. Whatever happens, those two will be fine. They've got us, the house, their team."

"I guess."

"Trust your bro. Family takes care of each other."

"You sound like Dad," I told him.

"Gotta learn from the best, lil dude."

"He teaching you how to be a whore too?" I'd heard rumors about High's hookups becoming more frequent.

"Nah. Learned that from watching you," he chuckled.

"And yet, you never take the time to study my techniques." If I couldn't have my boyfriends, then I was gonna get High.

"You know I can't do that, bro," there was sincerity in his eyes. "The guys -"

"The guys aren't here," I interrupted him, as I scooted closer to him on the couch. "They don't have to know."

"But Dig is my best bro," he stated.

"Your best bro who won't mind if you hooked up with me." We both knew that excuse wouldn't work. I watched his eyes as he seemed to be searching for something to say.

"If we do this, no one can know," he told me. Spoken like a straight man.

"They won't," I reached over to undo his pants. I knew better than to look into his eyes, afraid that he'd stop me. When he lifted up to let me work his pants down his thigh, his beautiful 8.5 inches slapped against his sweater. It looked like a missile waiting to launch. His dark tan smooth balls, nestling below his thick cock. The evenly dispersed width leading up to the pulsating head. I was finally going to touch it.

Quickly getting to my knees, I pushed his pants down to his ankles with one hand while using the other to slowly jack him off. I leaned forward to lick his balls, causing his body to shift in reaction as I repeatedly lapped them. "Holy shit" I heard above me as I worked my tongue along the underside of his dick. Licking up to the tip, then swirling my tongue around the head. His moans encouraged me to slowly start bobbing my head up and down. Still using my tongue to tease him as I made my movements.

"Fuuuuck yeah," he let out before using his hands to push my head down further. His dick was too wide for me to fully deep throat, but he seemed content with what I was giving him. Wrapping my hands around his thick hairy calves as he slowly started to fuck my face. Heavy amounts of spit started to cover his cock. "Fuck yeah," he picked up the pace. Forcing his cock to go as deep as it could into my mouth. Pulling me up when I'd gag, holding me down for a few seconds when I didn't. He knew how to fuck a face. His left hand holding my chin, while his right held onto my locs. Pushing me all the way off of it, then rubbing his saliva covered dick on my face before putting it back into me. Giving head wasn't my favorite thing to do, but giving head to High? That was perfect. We bonded as he used me. When his balls hit my chin, I knew that I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. To service the man I'd had a crush on since I was a child. I hated when he came in my mouth. Eight strong shots of sperm hitting my tongue as he moaned above me. The sweet and salty taste that I savored before swallowing. I didn't want this to end.

We each had another beer after he'd adjusted his clothes. Silently agreeing to never mention it again. Knowing that there wouldn't be a repeat. When we left the apartment, he bribed the cab driver with a hefty tip to speed to Mohinder's condo. We were already late for Sunday dinner.

TO BE CONTINUED ------------------------------------------ Let me know what you guys think! I love getting feedback about my writing! And don't forget to donate to Nifty!

Next: Chapter 29


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