Subject: My Straight Brother chapter 12 Please make a donation to Nifty. https://donate./ This is a mutiple chapter story. If you wish to contact me, you can do so by email. I’ll respond to every email. Before you start reading, I want to thank Valentin Delgrado for his help to check my chapters. I got in contact with him after reading his beautiful story Brotherly games. If you want to read a good story check out: https://www.//gay/incest/brotherly-games/ I recently started a new story, which you can read fty//gay/incest/almost-twins Chapter 12 After dinner, my classmates started to arrive. I had warned them not to reveal where we were going and told them that I was not out yet. They were very discreet. When Tim entered the room, my female classmates couldn’t keep their eyes off him. When he left the room, Valerie said in a low voice so that only the people around us could hear her: “Your brother is so hot!” “Is he?” I responded nonchalantly. “I never noticed, he’s just my brother.” I kind of felt like a hypocrite, but at the same time, I was so proud and my heart rose in my chest. Jordi and Joni entered the living room, but before I could introduce them, they turned around and went back to the dining room. They were not very polite. They made me insecure, it was like they looked down on me. When everyone had arrived, we rode our bikes to Bar Rock. When we entered inside, all my classmates looked around as if they were in some strange place. For them it was like a curiosity. “Sander!” I heard my name and the second I turned around, someone hugged me tight. It was Brecht. “You’re looking better, are you better?” He whispered in my ear. I nodded. “Good!” He said, while he gave me a peck on the cheek. My classmates stood around looking a bit uncomfortable with it all. I introduced them to Brecht. “Welcome, friends of Sander!” He exclaimed. “The first round is on me, what’s everyone having?” When everyone had ordered, we went to a table. When we sat down, Valerie said: “Everyone looks so normal.” “What did you expect?” Lien responded. “People with two heads and a tail?” “Hey Lien!” a young man greeted Lien. Everyone turned to Lien, waiting for an explanation. “He’s my brother’s ex” Lien shrugged. “You never told me your brother was gay!” I exclaimed. “You never asked!” she shot back and took a gulp of her coke. Bar Rock started to fill up nicely. “Is that Brecht-guy your boyfriend?” Valerie inquired. “No, he’s just a good friend.” I said while I smiled and waved at Brecht. When my classmates were more at ease, we moved upstairs to dance. We were having a lot of fun and were full of energy. Suddenly I turned around and my heart sank in my stomach. Nathan and Tijs had just arrived. I quickly turned my head; I didn’t want to see them. “Isn’t that Tijs? Yeah, it is!” Tommy exclaimed. “I didn’t know he was gay!” He then started waving to get Tijs’ attention. “Tijs, hi! Over here!” I had forgotten that Tommy was in our class in elementary school. He knew Tijs too. Tijs came over and gave him a hug. He looked at me and I looked back. I was not going to say hello first, but if he gave any sign that he wanted to make up, I would feel so happy. This situation was killing me. He didn’t say a word, though, and when he was done exchanging small talk with Tommy, he went back to Nathan. He looked behind him when he walked over, but I shot him a dirty look. Maybe I was the only one who missed our friendship after all? The rest of the night, we danced and drank. Once in a while I looked with a little bit of jealousy at Tijs and Nathan. To be honest, I didn’t know who I was jealous of. I made extra effort to dance and to show that I was happy, just to make Tijs jealous. If only he gave me one sign that he wanted to be friends again. I was thinking about setting the first step, but I was way too stubborn. When it was time to go home, I went to say goodbye to Brecht. It had been a busy night, so he hadn’t had much time to talk. He told me he was glad that I was doing better. I kissed him on the cheek and joined my classmates outside. All agreed that we had a good time, and that we should do this again. It made me wonder why I waited so long to come out of the closet. The first week of my summer holiday was filled with relaxation, reading and talking with Brecht over WhatsApp. I had moved out of my room and into Tim’s room. The twins ignored me rather rudely the whole time, which got on my nerves. They only were friendly towards me when their mom was around. On Wednesday, Tim invited me for a swim at the local open-air pool. I agreed happily, but was less enthusiastic when I came down, and Daphné was standing there. I liked Daphné, but if she was there, I would have less alone time with Tim. “Hey Sander! Enjoying your holiday?” She asked while she hugged me. “It’s okay.” I shrugged. “So, are you ready for your last high school year ?” She asked. I simply shrugged. What the hell! It was only my first week of holiday, way too soon to think about my senior year! Let me enjoy my holiday first! We laid in the white sand, enjoying the sun. When it got too warm, we jumped in the pool. I stole some moments with Tim when Daphné went out of the pool and Tim and I stayed behind. Bystanders would have seen two brothers frolicking in the pool, but once in a while he touched each other inappropriately, which was followed by a smirk from both of us. When we finally left the pool, we went to lay in the sun to get dried. Much to my dismay, Tim started to make out with Daphné. I shouldn’t be jealous, but I couldn’t help myself. I did my best not to show it. If I was completely honest, Daphné and Tim were a perfect match. She was a great girl. You had to know her, because sometimes she was rather direct. But she had a heart of gold. We remained friends even after we broke up. Suddenly she turned to me. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I would think he was cheating on me.” I was just taking a sip of my soda. I was so surprised that I spat out my drink. I saw Tim turning crimson. Daphné started laughing. “It’s just that until a few weeks ago, he was a lousy kisser. But lately, he’s improving.” She gave him a peck. “It must be that I bring out the best in people.” She started kissing him again, but before he closed his eyes, Tim winked at me. I smiled at him. Some may find Daphné a bitch or arrogant, but she actually was sweet. You just had to know her. When they were done making out, Daphné turned to me again. “Hopefully next time, you can bring a boyfriend.” I turned red. I saw her panicking. It was clear it was a slip of the tongue. “Oh Sander, sorry…I…uhm… Tim told me, but told me not to say anything. I’m so stupid sometimes.” I shot an angry look at Tim. He looked remorseful. “I’m sorry Sander, I didn’t mean to tell her, it slipped out… It was an accident.” He stammered. “Don’t worry, sweetie.” Daphné took my hand. “I think it’s great that you can be yourself with us. Don’t be mad at Tim. He said one thing and then I pestered him until he told me. It’s my fault.” I wasn’t mad. Not really. I had to come out one day. And I did trust Daphné. She gently slapped me. “But don’t go around saying that I turned you gay!” She teased me. She ordered Tim to get us more drinks. “I’ll stay here with Sander. We’re going to rate the guys.” All in all, we had a great time, and I was glad that she took it so well. After it was too late to swim, we headed for dinner at a restaurant. Afterwards, when we dropped her off, Tim started apologizing. “I’m şişli travesti so sorry Sander, I didn’t mean to tell her, it was an accident.” “I’m not mad, really, it’s not a big deal!” I reassured him. To which he responded by giving me a peck on the mouth. We hadn’t had much chance to have sex now that it was so crowded at home. But we did make out before going to sleep. It was great to sleep next to Tim, sometimes I fell asleep in his arms. When we were home, Tim took a shower first. With all these guests in the house, I didn’t have a chance to join him. While he was showering, I went to my room to get a book to read. I knocked at the door. Since there was no response, I went in. Joni was laying on my bed, watching a movie on his phone, while Jordi sat at my desk, playing a game on his laptop. At first, they didn’t acknowledge my presence. I found the book I was searching for and went back out, when I heard Joni smirk. “Jordi, turn your ass to the wall, to be safe!” I froze in my tracks. Fuck! What did he say? My heart skipped a beat. “Better lock the door tonight, to be safe.” He laughed. I turned around. “What’s wrong, princess?” Joni provocatively said. Shit, was I this obvious? Fuck, I didn’t like were this was going. “Here, you dropped this!” He said while he tossed me a paper plane. I took the paper plane and unfolded it. I recognized it immediately. It was a flyer of a gay mid-summer party. On the flyer, Brecht wrote: `Want to go together? -x- Brecht.’ Fuck, I hadn’t thrown it like I intended. The twins started laughing. Joni got off the bed and walked towards me in a very effeminate way. “Am I your type?” He said in a high-pitched voice. I was mortified. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I was so angry I wanted to hit him, but I couldn’t move. “You’re a fucking faggot!” Joni hissed in my face. What happened next went so fast that it took everyone in the room by surprise. The door swung open, and Tim stormed in the room with only a towel around his waist. He pressed Joni against the wall. Jordi was so startled that he jumped up off his chair. Tim held Joni by his throat. Joni was extremely pale and scared. “Don’t ever talk to my brother like that again!” Tim hissed while he pointed his finger at Joni. I never saw Tim so angry. He clenched his teeth and his eyes shot fire. He was breathing heavily. All Joni could do was softly whimper. Tim loosened the grip on his throat. “Now apologize!” Tim commanded. “I’m sorry…” Joni whispered. Tim let go of his throat. Joni grabbed his neck with both hands, visibly in shock. He coughed. “You’re crazy!” He whimpered. “All I did was make a joke and you went full psycho on me!” “As long as you’re staying here, I want you to treat him with respect. If I ever hear you making such remarks again, you’ll have to deal with me!” I had mixed feelings about it all. On the one hand, I never saw Tim in this state. It scared me a little bit. But on the other hand, this aggressive behavior also turned me on a bit. He suddenly became the tough protector. But mostly, I felt grateful that he had my back. I felt loved. We left my room together, leaving the twins dumbfounded. After dinner we all watched a movie. The twins were still ignoring me, but it was a different kind of ignoring. They no longer were arrogant; it was more as if they were scared to talk to me. It felt less intimidating. I made sure to wish them good night when we went to bed, to show that as far as I was concerned, it was all in the past. As soon as I entered Tim’s room, he shut the door behind me and pushed me against it. He pressed his lips on mine and his tongue entered my mouth. I put my arms around his neck. “I’ve been waiting all evening to do this!” He whispered. His hand wandered over my backside to my ass. He cupped my ass and pulled me closer. “And I wouldn’t mind fucking your sexy ass again!” I made a face. “We can’t… Not with everyone in the house.” I reasoned. “Yeah, I know, but next weekend, when we’re alone in the woods, we can make up for that.” He said with a horny smirk on his face. He took my hand and guided me to the bed. He sat down, and I sat next to him. “I took Friday off, so we can leave in the morning instead of after work. And we can stay till Monday afternoon. If we leave at 2pm there, there is plenty of time to get ready for Tijs’ birthday party.” I let my head hang down. I had long hoped that Tijs would invite me. That would allow us to talk it all out. But it was now clear that he didn’t want me there and that all the changes of talking it out were evaporating. I hated myself for being so stubborn. Tim noticed my sudden change of mood. “Hey, what’s wrong?’ He asked I was hesitant to tell him all. I saw what he did to Joni for calling me a faggot. I could only imagine what he would do to Tijs if I told him he broke my heart. On the other hand, I had to give a reason why Tijs did not invite me. “I’m not going to the party.” I whispered. I looked away from Tim. I didn’t want to look at his face. I was thinking of a way out of this. I didn’t want to drag Tim into this, but I couldn’t find any good excuse to use. I had to tell him the truth. “Why? Tijs is your best friend!” He seemed puzzled with my reaction. “We are no longer friends.” I said silently. Tim turned my face towards him with his hand. “Why not? What happened between the two of you?” He inquired with concern in his voice. He must have seen the tears in my eyes. I told him everything. About how Tijs stole Nathan from me. How it hurt me when I saw them together. I saw Tim clenching his fist. “How could he do that to you? The bastard.” Tim sounded angry. “Wait till I see him next time…” “No!” I exclaimed. “No, don’t do anything! Please!” I pleaded. I was scared. I didn’t want Tim to do anything, because I feared what he might do to Tijs. Deep down, I still cared for Tijs and I didn’t want him to get hurt. Also, I didn’t want Tim to be in trouble. I knew Tim was much stronger than Tijs. In a fight, there was no contest as to who would win. “Promise me you won’t do a thing!” I pleaded with Tim. “Tim! Please!” Tim nodded. “Okay, I won’t. But if that jerk thinks I’m coming to his party… or ever be friends with him…” I put my head on Tim’s shoulder. I hope he kept his promise. That night we slept in each other’s arms, but neither of us were in the mood for anything else than a cuddle. Tim was getting up early every morning to go to work. I always woke up and most of the time we just made out a little. But today, I felt extra horny. When the alarm clock went and we both woke up, I pulled him in for a kiss, and I grabbed his hot morning erection. The first rays of sun shone through the blinds and made Tim look even more handsome. “You horny slut!” Tim giggled. “Guilty as charged!” I replied. I started stroking, while Tim moaned softly. “You’re going to make me late for work!” “You’re the boss, no one cares if you’re late!” I retorted. “True, but I’m still responsible. I’ll have to lead by example.” He said, while he gently pulled my hand from his cock. I didn’t give in so easily. I moved fast and was on top before he could get up. I straddled him and took both of our cocks in one hand. I gently started to wank them. Tim laid back against his pillow and started to moan. “You make an excellent point, though!” he sighed. I stopped wanking and scooted back so that my mouth was at his crotch. I engulfed his dick in one swift move. I was getting better at this. Because Tim didn’t have much time, I sucked hard beylikdüzü travesti and fast. Tim turned his body, so that his face was near my crotch. He took my dick in one hand, and with the other he started to rub my hole. He took two of his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. Then he started to massage my hole again. “Man, too bad we don’t have more time, because I would love to fuck that hole again.” He whispered. “Well, we will have all weekend.” He kept fingerfucking me and suddenly took my dick in his mouth. He started to blow me. Hesitantly at first, but he built up the pace gradually. I never had expected Tim to suck me. While we lay there in 69, Tim kept fingerfucking me more vigorously. It felt great. Suddenly, he took his mouth off my dick. “Warn me before you cum, I don’t want your cum in my mouth!” He ordered me. I was a little disappointed, I wanted to cum in his hot mouth, but I did understand. After all, this was the first time he gave a blow job. He was doing a good job too. It didn’t take long before he shot his load. I guess he was pressed for time and didn’t hold back. I held back because I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could. However, once he had cum, he took my dick out of his mouth. He repositioned himself, so that he sat on his knees between my legs. He still had his fingers up my ass. With his free hand he wanked me. It felt great and I could enjoy this for hours, but I knew he was in a hurry. When I came, it was hard to be silent, but I did my best. Tim went to take a shower and left for work. I fell back to sleep. When I woke up, at 10am, I went for a bike ride. I didn’t feel like seeing any of my friends. I just rode around without a specific goal. Before I knew it, I was in the street where Tijs lived. I stepped off my bike and stood there at the gate. I wondered if I should ring the bell. I missed him so much. I stood there for at least 15 minutes before I decided that I missed him more than that I hated him. I walked over to the bell. It took me several more minutes to find the strength to ring. As soon as I did, I felt the urge to run away. What would I say to him? “Yes?” a woman’s voice said. “Uh… is Tijs, uh… home?” I stammered. “No, he is not home at the moment? Can I take a message?” The woman asked. I didn’t respond and jumped back on my bike. I rode to the park, tossed my bike by the gate and walked in to find a place in the grass. I took the book I brought out of my backpack and put my headphones on. I laid in the grass reading. It was so hot; I took off my shirt. I laid there in the sun, letting the rays of the sun caress my body. I must have drifted off, because suddenly I woke up when I felt water running down my back. I gasped. “What the f…” I exclaimed while I jumped up. I looked at the smirking face of Brecht. “Hi gorgeous!” He giggled. “I saw you there and thought you could use some refreshment.” “Hey! How are you?” I said while I gave him a hug. “I was just jogging in the park when I noticed you.” He said while breathing heavily. He was all sweaty. His hair hung in wet wisps along his temples. It made him look very sexy. We sat down again and started some small talk. “How is it now with you and Tijs?” He asked with a concerned look in his eyes. I shrugged. “We’re still not talking.” I said while I pulled a daisy from the grass. “I went to his house earlier today, but he wasn’t in.” “Will you go back later?” He inquired. “I don’t know. I want to talk this out, because I miss him. But I don’t think it’s my fault, so I had hoped that he would make the first move.” I looked at the daisy in my hand. “But I guess he doesn’t miss me as much as I miss him.” “Hey, you don’t know that! Maybe he’s missing you too, but he doesn’t contact you, because he thinks you will not forgive him.” I never thought about it that way. But I wanted to change the subject. It was such a beautiful day, and I didn’t want to be sad anymore. “So, how are you?” I asked Brecht. “Do you really want to know?” He asked with a smile. “Yeah, of course, I wouldn’t ask you otherwise.” “Well… truth being told… I’m horny as hell.” He smirked. “I came to the park, to see if I couldn’t pick up some guy for hot sex.” I started to blush. Not that I was an innocent virgin, but to openly declare that I was horny… “Let’s see if we have the same taste.” He declared. “You point out guys that you think are hot, and I’ll see if I agree.” “Uhm, okay.” I smirked; this was indeed a fun game. I looked around and pointed out a young blond guy, around my age, who was skating nearby. He was topless and wearing baggy jeans that hung low. He looked like a poster boy for an underwear commercial. “Yeah, he’s cute.” Brecht agreed. “I bet he’s a great sucker” He added while playfully bumping my shoulder. “Okay, my turn…” He said while scanning the park. “That guy, who just got off his bike.” He pointed to a guy I knew. I mean, not personally, but I had seen him around before. “I know him, he’s straight though.” I replied while I made an apologetic face. “So?” He shrugged. “Spaghetti is also straight, until it gets hot.” We both burst out laughing. It was the first time in weeks that I was really enjoying myself. I looked at Brecht and I felt the urge to cuddle him. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He seemed somewhat surprised. He looked me straight in the eyes and the next second we were kissing. I felt his tongue lick my lips. Suddenly he broke the kiss and looked at me. “Sander, I like you very much… I do! And you’re very attractive, but I’m not in love with you.” He looked at the ground. “You’re so innocent, and I don’t want to take advantage of you.” I knew what he meant. All the drama I had caused because I fell head over heels for the first guy (apart from Tijs and Tim) who I was intimate with. I guess I was naïve. But the thing was, I was not in love with Brecht. I liked him very much, but I never had pictured us in a relationship. I did find him attractive, and I wouldn’t mind being more intimate with him but I didn’t see us as a couple.. “Don’t worry, I’m not expecting anything but a good time!” I whispered while I leaned in and kissed him again. He put his hand at the back of my head and went with his fingers through my hair. I never thought I would ever kiss a guy in public, yet here I was doing it, in broad daylight. And it felt good. I didn’t think about what others might think about it. When we broke the kiss, we smiled at each other. “I think we have company…” Brecht whispered. I looked around. Behind us was a young man, mid-twenties, casually leaning against a tree. He looked at us but did his best to do it discreetly. He was at least 10 years older than me, but age has never bothered me. “What do you think of him?” Brecht asked with a devious smile on his face. “He’s not bad looking.” I admitted. “Yeah, I would do him.” Brecht winked. I sat close to Brecht and I could smell his manly scent. His shirt smelled of the sweat he had built up during his run. It drove me crazy with lust. I felt my dick chubbing up in my shorts. Brecht caressed my cheek and kissed me again. He was a great kisser. Tender and sweet, but with a hint of passion. I bet he would be hot and passionate during sex. From the corner of my eye, I saw the blond man looking at us. He was no longer leaning against the tree. He had started to walk casually but kept glancing at us. I had to admit that it made me even more excited. Brecht laid back and crossed his fingers behind his head. I followed his istanbul travesti example. We laid there side by side, listening to the sound around us. “Can I cuddle you?” Brecht asked with a shy voice. “Sure!” I said, because there was nothing that I wanted more at that moment. He rolled over and nested his head on my chest, with his arm around my waist. “Hi there!” A strange voice interrupted our revery. The blond man had come closer. “Mind if I sit next to you?” “Sure, no problem!” Brecht agreed. “I watched you both, and I thought you looked like fun guys.” He said, a little bit clumsily. “Oh, we are!” Brecht said flirtatiously. “And you? Are you a fun guy?” The blond guy simply nervously chuckled. It was clear he was out of his comfort zone. “I’m ChristofBert.” He said with a quiver in his voice. “Brecht. And here is Sander.” He said while finger-pointing towards me. “Are you guys…together… I mean… as a couple?” He nervously inquired. “No.” Brecht answered, who seemingly did all the talking for us. “We’re just very good friends… with benefits.” While he said `good friends’ he had taken my hand and squeezed it. I nodded to confirm. “You guys are really sexy!” Bert said more confidently. He was getting over his shyness, so it seemed. “Thanks!” Brecht replied. “You’re not bad looking yourself!” Bert smiled, but didn’t dare to look us straight in the eyes. “I wish I had the courage you guys have. I mean, when I was your age.” He said melancholically, as if it was all too late now. “You can’t be much older than me.” Brecht said. “I’m 33.” Bert said. I had guessed him to be at least 5 years younger. “I’ve always knew I was gay, but I didn’t want to be gay. I had one experience in high school with a classmate. But I decided I didn’t want to be gay and made myself belief that with enough willpower, I would be straight. So, I met this girl and married her, but with each passing year, I became more unhappy. This spring, when my wife was at a two-day conference, I caved in and hooked up with a guy I met online.” He paused and looked in the distance. It was clear that he just needed to tell his story. It was like you could see his loneliness. He was 33, but at that moment, he made me think of a lost boy. I saw tears swelling up in his eyes. “My wife came home earlier because the guest lecturer for the second day had cancelled. She found me in bed with another guy.” He wiped his tears with the palm of his hand. “I’m living on my own now. I’ve lost most of my friends, and my family.” He bit his lips and paused for a moment to compose himself. “But for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m being true to myself.” I felt sorry for Bert. Brecht put a hand on Bert’s shoulder. “I’m sorry that I laid it all on you guys. But when I saw you two together, I felt hope that the future will be better. I didn’t mean to spoil your afternoon!” He said while he stood up. “I’m just so lonely.” “Stay!” Brecht urged him. “Don’t worry, you didn’t spoil our afternoon.” I nodded affirmatively. Bert’s face lit up. “Maybe we can go for a drink?” I put my book back in my backpack and we walked to my bike. We went to the city center, but all the terrasses were loaded with people. “We can go to my place…” Bert suggested. “I’ve got plenty of drinks at home. In case someone might come and visit me.” He lived close by. In an industrial warehouse that had recently been refurbished as a bunch of luxury lofts. We took the elevator to the top floor. We entered a spacious loft decorated with designer furniture. It was clear Bert was well off. I guess the old saying that money doesn’t buy happiness is true. He poured us some wine and we started talking. He really was a sweet man. He came from a very conservative background, so when he came out, almost all of his friends and family had abandoned him. “I know I should make new friends, but I don’t know where to start.” He concluded. “Well, you spoke to us, that was a good start!” Brecht said. “Yeah, normally I wouldn’t do that, but it was just such a turn on to see you guys kissing.” Bert admitted. Suddenly my phone warned me I had a message. It was from Tim. “I’ll be home at 4pm, be ready, we’ll go shopping.” I was a bit confused. Tim and I shopping? I looked at the time, it was 3.15. “I have to go.” I announced. To be honest, I didn’t mind leaving. Bert was a great guy, but I felt a little like the 3rd wheel. Not that I begrudged them anything. “Shall I accompany you?” Brecht asked. “No, I’ll be fine!” I answered. Behind Bert’s back, he mouthed “Thank you!” It seems Brecht wanted to be alone with Bert. I was home at 3.45. Nobody was home, so I decided to get a quick shower. The bike ride home had made me sweaty. I had just put on fresh clothes after a cooling shower when I heard the front door open. It was Tim. “Are you ready?” He asked when he saw me come down the stairs. I nodded. “Okay, I’m going to freshen up and we’ll leave in 10 minutes.” He said while he rushed upstairs. 10 minutes later we sat in Tim’s truck. He only rinsed off in the shower, much to my delight. He did smell like him, and not some soapy perfume. While he was driving, I scooted closer to him, and put my hand on his thigh. I saw a smirk appearing on his face. This encouraged me to move my hand higher up. I reached his crotch and started rubbing it softly. I could feel he was free-balling in his denim shorts, as usual. “Stop it!” He laughed. “I’ve got to concentrate on the traffic!” “No!” I teased. I started to unbutton his shorts and reached in his shorts with my hand. I started to rub his hard dick. I took it out and leaned over. I took his dick in my mouth while he was driving. “Sander!” He reprimanded me, but I knew he didn’t really want me to stop. He sighed deeply and caressed my hair. “Sander… Sander… we are there.” He urged me to stop. When I looked up, we were at the AS Adventure, a shop that sells everything for hiking, camping and other stuff that I never do. I decided that I was going to finish what I started, so I went back down on him. Tim had parked at the far end of the parking lot, no other cars around. I picked up the pace. Tim leaned back and started to thrust his hips into my face. Tim started to breath heavyly, and he cried out “Fuck!” when the first spurts of cum coated my throat. I licked his dick clean and then we went into the store. When Tim started putting things in our cart, it started to hit me what camping meant. He bought things I never thought of using, like a portable stove, gaz and a sleeping bag for me. He started to hand me clothes, all ugly, but according to him, I would need them. And they were practical, the one word I never want to hear when talking about clothing. When I protested, he laughed: “You’ll thank me when we’re in the woods, princess!” I hit him playfully, to which he reacted by grabbing me by the neck. I loved roughhousing with him. When we were loading everything in his truck, he said we would next go grocery shopping for the weekend. “Can’t we just go to a restaurant, or something?” I pleaded. “Where do you think we’re going? To some resort? There aren’t any restaurants anywhere close to where we are going. It’ll be just you and me for four days. I would be surprised if we saw another living soul.” That part I did like though. “We’ll fish for our food.” He announced. Was he serious? Fishing? Ugh, he was so straight sometimes. My face must have shown how I felt about it, because he laughed and pulled me by my neck and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. “You’re so cute!” He told me. I had mixed feelings. I expected to hate the whole back-to-nature thing, but I knew I would love the male bonding thing. I guess 4 days alone with Tim would make up for all the horrors of sleeping in a tent in the middle of nowhere.