My Sister's X-Boyfriend, Greg, Part III

When Greg and I finally managed to get out of bed that afternoon, we were both starving. I hadn’t eaten in almost 24 hours and Greg only had a sandwich before he picked me up at the airport the night before. Before we got dressed, we wanted to take another shower together first. Both of us wanted to experience each other’s soapy bodies in the steamy hot misty air again before we went out to brunch.

Greg could tell I was kind of sore from the two hot ass fucking he gave me. For one thing, I was so fudge packed from his big thick cock, I could hardly walk. He sat me down on the pot and told me to relive myself so I would at least feel a little better. With a smile on his face, he stepped over to the shower, turned on the water and hopped in.

After I did my business on the throne, I felt somewhat better although I was still very tender when I strolled over to the shower. When I opened the door, Greg had just finished lathering his soapy body all up and boy did he look so damn hot covered in studs from head to toe. Immediately I had to wrap my arms around his neck and give him a giant kiss so I could feel his masculine soapy body caress mine.

Of course I let Greg soap me up all over and rub soft circles around my boy-pussy while we deep frenched ever so lustfully in the hot misty air. By now, I was getting use to bathing with Greg and having him wash my entire body. One thing I enjoyed about showering more than anything was it made me feel that Greg and I were completely isolated from the rest of the world and could just relax and enjoy our indisputable love for another. At one point, Greg put his firm soapy hands around my stomach from behind, kissed me on my neck ever so lovingly and said, “Let’s just take it easy today sweetheart , we can fool around tomorrow, OK?”.

I didn’t say anything, but I knew Greg was right. My ass was raw and it definitely needed a rest.

After our bathing session, we stepped out and dried one another off. Just after we hung our towels up, brushed our teeth and were about to get dressed, Greg pulled out a three-pack of exotic silk string bikini underwear (one spotted leopard, one spotted tiger and one spotted cheetah) from his dresser drawer.

Greg explained that he bought them over a year ago, but when he open the package ,he realized he purchased the wrong size and they were much to small for him. He felt perhaps they would fit me and wanted me to try one of them on because he thought I’d look hot in silk briefs. Even though I grew up wearing boxers, I gladly agreed cause I knew they would definitely excite him.

I picked the cheetah spotted pair because I thought they looked the most sexy. The minute I put them on, an erotic feeling came over me unlike anything I ever felt. Greg’s eyes became twice as big and he exclaimed, “Wow Scotty, you look so damn hot --heck, you want to make me pick up on you all over again--damn I can’t get over how sexy you really look”.

I asked with a smile on my face, “ Do you really like them , Greg?”

Greg exclaimed, “Heck yes,” as he grabbed me by the hand and led me into the bathroom so I see for myself what I looked liked in the mirror.

When I first saw my reflection, I had to admit I really did look pretty darn hot. I turned, wrapped my arms around Greg and gave him a big kiss in my new skimpy attire just to turn him on.

Greg exclaimed in delight, “Why don’t you wear those today for me sweetheart so I can think about you in them and I want you to wear the leopard ones to bed for me tonight, OK?” Of course I gladly agreed cause I wanted to do anything to make our love life more exciting.

Little did we know that when I agreed to wear the briefs that day just how handy they would come in only a few hours later.

Just after we got dressed and were about to head out the door to grab a bit to eat, the phone rang. It was my sister! The minute Greg answered it, I knew it was her.

Allegedly, she was calling to see if I got their OK and to find out how we were both doing. But I knew what she really wanted to do was talk to Greg. There was no doubt in my mind that Lori felt me being with Greg was a way for her to hopefully wiggle her way back into a relationship with him. Little did she know however that her former boyfriend was gay and sleeping with her little brother.

I could tell by Greg’s voice and body language their conversation was going to be a long drawn out one if I didn’t do something. As Greg leaned up against the kitchen counter facing me with the phone pressed in his ear, the devil suddenly came over me. I leaned up against Greg and gave him a kiss on his neck. Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt and put my hands in. Once I could feel his warm flesh, I began rubbing both my hands across his chest & nipples every so tenderly. While I could feel Greg’s body twitch somewhat, I wasn’t doing it in such a way where it rattled his voice. He kept his tone nice and steady as a continuous stream of words flowed out of his mouth and over the phone.

I couldn’t help but admire what a lovely pair of nipples. They were so much more sexy than my girlfriend’s, Melissa or for that fact any female’s on earth. His nipples were a beautiful rosy-red and garnished in soft brilliant chest hair. As I stroked my fingers over them, occasionally I would lean over and softly kiss each one. Of course I could see something growing in Greg’s pants and I had a pretty good idea what it was.

This went on for about ten minutes, when, finally, I was getting sick of listening to Greg and my sister’s long boring conversation. There was no chance of them ever getting back together, therefore what was the point in such a worthless discussion? So, I kissed Greg’s nipples back and forth and lowered my hand down to his crouch. I placed my hand on his stiffy and began rubbing it through his jeans while I sucked his appetizing nipples at the same time . Needless to say my actions definitely rattled Greg’s voice to the point of where he struggled with his words. I just smiled into Greg’s eyes because I wondered if my sister noticed the sudden high- pitch stir in his voice.

Greg quickly told my sister he needed to get going because he was taking me out to brunch and that we were both starving. Once he finally said his goody-byes and hung-up, he exclaimed, “Geeeze Scotty, if your sister only knew what you were doing to me while we were talking ”, as a giant smile crossed his face.

I exclaimed, “I know, I sure wished Lori could have seen it too, Greg. I bet it would have stroked her out,” as I then began to rub his nipples with a smile on my face.

Even after all that hot sex we already had, standing in the kitchen with Greg, with his shirt unbuttoned, and with my hands on his masculine chest & nipples was every bit as exciting as the first time we fooled around. I didn’t ever want to take my hands off him. But I kissed Greg’s nipples back and forth a few more times and then helped him button his shirt back up. Greg giggled and exclaimed, “Come on Scotty, we better get going before we change our minds and I take your clothes off right here--you’re so darn cute after all, and you’re tempting me”.

I gave Greg one of my dubious smiles and planted a kiss on his cheek. He in turn grabbed my hand and lead me to the door. From there, he unlocked it and we walked out into the lobby. Greg hit the elevator button, looked both ways to make sure the coast was clear and gave me a sweet little kiss on my lips while we waited for the elevator. When the door opened, two guys who Greg knew, (Harold and Mike) were on their way down to eat at the same cafe we were headed to. Being the gentleman Greg always was, he quickly introduced us. I could tell immediately that both guys really liked Greg and looked up to him just by their words and body language. Just as the elevator reached the bottom floor, Greg invited them to join us for brunch given the cafe was just two short blocks away. Of course it was obvious that both guys were as queer as a three dollar bill, but I didn’t care because so were we. And it was at that point I realized I was taking my first baby steps into the gay world that awaited me.

When we walked in the door to the cafe, there was a whole table full of Greg’s friends having brunch together. Greg gave me a kiss on my lips, grabbed my hand and lead me over to their table. Of course Greg’s sudden outward display of affection in public really shocked me. But he whispered on the way that we were in a gay friendly restaurant and had nothing to worry about. “Gay friendly restaurant?”, I asked myself. I didn’t know there was such a thing, but I sure did like the fact that Greg could hold my hand and give me a kiss in public without worry.

The minute we sat down, I felt somewhat uncomfortable because I had never sat at a table with a group of gay men before, and I was by far was the youngest one there.

Greg quickly introduced me to everyone. One thing I appreciated about Greg was the fact he introduced me as “Scott” instead of “Scotty”. Only my mom still called me “Scotty” and of course I knew I would always be Greg’s little “Scotty” when it was just the two of us.
After a couple of minutes of his friends eyeing me over, Greg wanted to end any speculation that I was some young guy that he picked up on, or some young kid that was hitting on him. Right away he politely explained that I was visiting him and that he had known me since I was a boy. Of course he added that before he came out of the closet, he use to date my sister. Then Greg added in a round about way that we kind of found one another after all these years as he reached over and held my hand. I could tell some of his friends were kind of jealous, but I didn’t know whether they were jealous of me or Greg.

One of Greg’s friends, Patrick, exclaimed, “You and Scott, Greg, sure do make a great looking couple---I’d be all over him too if I was you, ” as the table broke out in laughter. While both Greg and I felt a little embarrassed, we could tell it was just all in good fun.

One of Greg’s friends, Ralph, was extremely nice and polite to me. He made me feel comfortable right away since he knew all of this was new to me. At one point he whispered in my ear and told me not worry about what anyone at the table thought because they were probably just jealous. Then he snuck me a Bloody Mary because he could see I needed a drink given my uneasiness.

Once we finished eating, we sat around the table and talked mostly about what everyone’s plans were for the weekend. Being that it was “Good Friday”, and everyone was off from work, one of Greg’s friends, John, asked us if we wanted to go with him to fund-raiser for the Gay Men’s Choir of Chicago. Given we didn’t have any plans, Greg gladly accepted. I could kind of sense that Greg wanted me to get a taste of what the gay lifestyle was all about. I asked Ralph if he would go along with us because I liked him and wanted him to hang out with us.