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Subject: Almost twins and the new neighbour – chapter 4 This is my second story on (and it won’t be my last). If you want to read my other story (which is still an ongoing project) you can find it here: https://www.//gay/incest/my-straight-brother/ I want to thank J. for correcting my spelling and grammar (English is not my first language) and for his input in the story. Please consider making a donation to support . fty/ The Almost Twins and the new neighbour — chapter 4 Roman was just putting his weekend bag in the car, when he noticed one of the twins in the garden next door. He stood there, in just his boxers, his dick out as if it was the most normal thing ever. He stood there, pissing on the lawn, while he stretched. When he saw Roman, he greeted him with a quick wave of his hand. All the while he kept pissing, not trying to hide anything. Only moments ago, Evert was woken up by the snoring of Johan. He tried to get back to sleep, because it was fucking early, but his blather was straining. When he went to the bathroom to take a piss, he saw that Roman was awake and putting things in the car. Evert didn’t want the opportunity to reveal himself in front of the neighbour pass him by. Everybody was still asleep, so he could just piss in the garden without anyone noticing. “Why are you up so early, mister?” He shouted at Roman. Roman chuckled. “You can call me Roman! You must be Tristan or Evert? Hard to tell you twins apart, isn’t it?” Roman babbled on. Fuck, why did those twins make him so nervous? “Haha, we are not twins!” Evert laughed. “I’m Evert, By the way.” He said, while he walked over to Roman, his semi hard dick still poking out of the fly of his boxers. Roman didn’t know where to look. They both knew where he wanted to look, but he didn’t dare. It was different if it was from afar, but up-close, it was weird to look at this boy’s dick. But it was stronger than himself. He looked at the boy’s dick, which bounced when he looked, as if the boy did it on purpose. “Why are you up so early?” Evert repeated his question. “I’m going away for the weekend, to visit a friend in Germany.” Roman responded, while his eyes stayed focussed on the young boy’s dick. Roman began to worry that one of the neighbours might see this. Evert loved that the man was mesmerized by his dick. He even went as far as to slowly wank it. Roman saw it and wondered if the teen knew he was doing it, or if he did it without realising that he was doing it. “Oh, okay, have fun! We’ll see you on Sunday, when you return, I guess.” Evert said while he put his dick away. “I’m going back to bed, way too early to be up!” He responded while he yawned and turned around. “You can use the pool, if you want, while I’m away!” Roman shouted. The teen didn’t turn around, he just waved his hand to let him know he heard. Roman got in his car and started driving. Damn, those boys had a strange effect on him. Evert chuckled as he walked back in the house. Damn, that Roman was crazy for his cock. Evert loved how he had power over Roman with his cock. He yawned and walked past Johan and Tristan, who were still snoring. He got under the covers and a few minutes later, he was snoring too. While Roman was driving on the highway, his mind was elsewhere. He kept thinking of last night. He regretted the way he handled the situation with Pablo. After all, Pablo did come all the way to see him. When he had come at a different moment, it would have been different. But Roman was grumpy when he was disturbed in his sleep. He would make it up with Pablo Sunday, when he returned. Tristan was the first to wake up. He didn’t feel fantastic. He blamed it on the XTC. He regretted taking it. It was great when he took it, but he didn’t feel comfortable doing it. Both Evert and Johan were still sleeping. He grabbed his swimming gear and headed downstairs. His mom was sitting on the coach, watching all the programs she had recorded during the week. She was having breakfast while watching. Tristan gave his mother a kiss and headed out. He took his bike and rode to the local swimming pool. During the ride, he kept thinking about the XTC. What scared him the most, was how he had loved it. Was he addicted? It couldn’t be, now, could it? Surely not after one time? Fuck, he had to look it up. The other thing that kept popping up in his mind was that Johan had declared his love. Okay, technically, he had declared Evert his love. But still, thinking back on the words Johan said made Tristan feel strange inside. Happy, ecstatic. He couldn’t explain why though. Because of the early hour (it was only 8.30 AM), the swimming pool wasn’t crowded. Evert was the only one using the competition pool to swim laps. The other guests used the recreation pool. He still felt a little groggy, but he didn’t know if it was the early hour or because of the extravagance of last night. When he dove into the water, the coldness hit him hard, and he had to come up for a breath. The coolness helped to chase some of his thoughts, and he cleared his head while swimming. Just as he was doing his last lap, he saw this gorgeous hunk entering. He must have been in his early 20’s. He walked past Tristan and while doing so, he nodded to Tristan and said: “Whazzup?” Tristan could only smile sheepishly and said: “Hi!” but the hunk didn’t hear it, because in one smooth go, he jumped into the pool. `Oh my god, the hunk talked to me!’ was all that was going through his head. In his mind, he pictured him together with the hunk taking long walks on the beach by sunset and living happily ever after. Although he had decided that this was going to be his last lap, he kept swimming, hoping the hunk would make contact again. Upon his 2nd lap however, a blonde girl walked in. She sat on the edge of the pool. When his future husband approached the edge, he jumped out of the water and give the girl a kiss. Tristan’s dreams were shattered. There went his prince, stolen by him by this girl. Although he had to admit that she was attractive too. Only a day ago, Tristan had been a total virgin. He had been attracted to both boys and girls, but he was too shy to ever approach them. Since yesterday however, he was no longer inexperienced with guys. In his head he now dared to flirt with guys. But when it came to girls, he was still terrified of them, although he would never admit to that. Tristan swam another two laps, but when he saw the guy exiting the pool, while the girl kept on swimming, his imagination ran rampant with him. Maybe, if he followed the guy…? Who knows…? When he reached the end of his lap, he hurried out of the water and walked as fast as he could without running or drawing unnecessary attention, to where he had seen the guy leave the pool. The swimming pool complex consisted of five rooms, each with their own swimming pool. You had the recreation pool, the family pool, the kid’s pool, the competition pool and the pool with the slides. All those five rooms were centred around the shower area, which had an exit to the changing rooms and the bathrooms. Tristan entered the shower area and looked around quickly. His dreamboat was nowhere to be seen. He could eliminate the kid’s pool and the competition pool. That left 4 possibilities. He tried his luck in the recreation pool, but apart from some kids tossing a ball around, there was no one else. He walked past the pool to the far end, where a door led to the outdoor pool. He was in luck. The cute guy just dove into the water from the diving board. Tristan followed his example. It was still early and apart from them, no one else was using the outdoor pool. Tristan did an extra effort. He wanted to impress the guy. He didn’t know why actually, but he felt like he had to impress him. After 10 minutes of swimming, the guy left the pool. Tristan, who didn’t want to lose him again, followed him out of the pool, back into the building. In his mind, Tristan couldn’t decide whether he wanted the guy to notice he was following him or if didn’t want the guy to notice. He felt a connection when the guy had greeted him this morning, but now he was not so sure if he read too much into it. Truth was that his experience yesterday made him a bit cocky and made him believe that he could get sex easily. The guy passed the recreation pool, went straight through the shower area to get to the changing area. Was he going to lure Tristan into a changing room, to get a hot moment? Tristan’s imagination ran rampant. His dick began to react, which was a problem, because Tristan was wearing a tiny speedo. He followed the guy into the changing room area. He then turned left, into the bathrooms. Tristan’s heart was pounding like crazy. Was this going to happen? Was he going to have sex with a hot hunk in the bathrooms of their public swimming pool? When he entered the bathroom, the guy stood there, pissing at a urinal. Tristan didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t just stand in the doorway, that would be too weird, so he walked over to the urinal next to the guy. He took his dick out and tried to pee, but his dick was now fully erect, and he couldn’t get it down, much less starting to piss. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the hot guy. He tried to look over the partition, to catch a glimpse of his dick, but he didn’t know how to do so without being too obvious. He heard the piss stream of his neighbour getting less and eventually stop. The guy gave his dick a few shakes, which Tristan mistakenly interpreted as the guy starting to wank. He felt euphoric, but when he noticed that the guy put his dick back in his speedo, he knew he was wrong. The guy pushed the button to flush his urinal and turned around to walk away. But just before he did, he grabbed Tristan by the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: “Good luck, getting that back in your tiny speedo’s.” He laughed while he was washing his hands and left the bathroom. Tristan hadn’t moved in the meantime. He didn’t know what just happened. All in all, it made for an exciting moment. He waited a bit to get his dick to more manageable size and put it back in his speedo’s. He washed his hands and walked back to the competition pool. The girl and the guy were still there, resting on the edge of the pool. That is, the girl was sitting on the edge, the guy was still in the water, but between her legs. Tristan dove in, but he regretted it when he saw them looking at him. He must have told his girlfriend about him. Suddenly Tristan was embarrassed. He finished his lap and got out of the pool. He went through the shower area to his locker to get his soap and shampoo. He went back to the shower area and started washing up. He felt like such an idiot. He had his eyes closed while washing his hair. When he opened them, he looked straight into the sexy guy’s eyes. He stood in the shower in front of him. He stared at Tristan, with a smirk on his face. Wait, was he flirting or not? God, this was confusing. Just as Tristan had figured out that he should give a signal that he was open to anything, the girl came back in and walked up to her boyfriend. She gave him a kiss, totally ignoring Tristan. Tristan had to turn around, to hide his swelling bulge. Suddenly he started to think about how it would be to have a threesome with them. To his horror, he saw that his speedo was losing the battle against his hard dick. The top of his dick had found a way to peek out of the waistband. A mantra went to his head: `Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.” The shower area became more crowded, and Tristan stayed facing the wall, hoping his erection would go away. He heard the couple turning off their showers and when he looked over his shoulder, he saw they were going to leave. Just as they walked past Tristan, the guy winked at him, while he put his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder. “See you!” Was all he said. Tristan responded with “See you!” but he doubted they heard him. On his way home, he took the long route which passed the canal. He enjoyed the soothing sight of the water to clear his head. What had just happened? Was he still bi, like he always believed? He surely was attracted to the guy. He wouldn’t have refused him. But was he attracted to the girl? Well, he wouldn’t have minded if she was part of the deal, so to speak. But would he have actively pursued her? Like always, Tristan was overthinking things. Meanwhile, Johan and Evert had finally awakened. Johan was still a bit groggy. “Man, last night was fucked up!” He said while he wiped the sleep from his eyes. “Yeah but fucked up in a good way!” Evert smirked. “Fuck yeah, although I can’t remember it all. It’s a bit hazy.” Johan answered hoarsely. “I think I fucked you after we took some E.” Evert nodded his head. He regretted that it was his brother who got to enjoy being impaled on Johan’s dick. He was determined to have Johan’s dick up his ass soon. He was a bit jealous of Tristan. “Fuck, I never thought my first fuck would be a guy!” Johan laughed. “To even things out, I have to fuck a girl as soon as possible.” Evert laughed but was not amused. He wanted to be fucked by Johan desperately. Evert wondered if Johan remembered that he caught him fucking his brother. “Do you remember anything after you fucked T…me.” He nearly misspoke. “Fuck no, that’s what’s driving me crazy. I remember us fucking and then something about not having anything to sleep in.” Johan tried to recollect his memories. He went to his hair. “Fuck, I’ve got a bump!” He said. “Yeah dude, you passed out.” Evert explained. “Fuck!” Johan responded. It was not clear if he said it in awe, or in surprise. Evert was debating if he should tell Johan about him fucking Tristan or not. He decided not to, since Tristan had asked him not to do so. “Boys?” His mom called from the foot of the stairs. “Are you awake yet? It’s almost noon.” “Yeah! We’re up!” Evert yelled. “I’m going to Nadine, and on the way back, I’ll be getting the groceries. Is there anything you want?” She yelled. “No, mam, we’re good!” Evert responded. Evert waited until he heard the keys in the front door turning and his mom’s car driving away. He then grabbed the sheets of Johan and pulled them away, exposing Johan’s half naked body. He slipped out of bed and sat down on Johan’s mattress. He reached for Johan’s dick and grabbed hold of it through his boxers. “Time to suck this monster!” Evert said. The jealousy he felt because Johan had fucked Tristan, reared his head and made Evert want Johan even more. His plan was to get Johan in the mood so that he would fuck him. Johan pushed him away. He was troubled by the black-out. It felt weird that a part of your memory was gone. Evert didn’t give in that easily. He had taken Johan’s dick out and was sucking it, hoping it would get hard. It got harder, but he felt that it was no use, that Johan wasn’t in the mood, so he stopped. He was a bit sulky, but he did his best to hide it, because if he wanted to get Johan in the mood later, being sulky was not the way. “Roman is away for the weekend!” Evert announced. “Yeah?” Johan responded, a bit curious as to what Evert would suggest next. istanbul travesti “That guy must be filthy rich. I mean, have you seen his car? He’s loaded.” Evert started. “Uhu,” was all that Johan responded. “Though he seems like a real nice guy too.” Evert continued. “It’s not like it’s your first theft…” Johan stated as he raised his shoulders. He was aware of the petty crimes of Evert. He didn’t participate in it, though. “Yeah, I know… but only from people who can afford it…” Evert tried to justify himself. Although he did steal sometimes, he still had a conscience. He only stole cash. Never anything that could not be replaced, and certainly nothing that could have sentimental value. In his head it made sense. It was like Robin Hood, stealing from the rich, to help the poor. Although in this case, he was `the poor’. It started a few years back, when he was sick and tired of being poor. To never have the newest stuff, or cool clothes. He saw his mother struggle daily to make ends meet, without any support from their deadbeat father. The first time he stole, it was from an elder gentleman. His mom cleaned his house. She did her best, but he still treated her like shit. Never letting a moment go by to act superior and that let his mom feel that she was inferior, because she was only the hired help. One time, he heard his mother crying on the phone, as she told her best friend how humiliating she was treated that day. She was done cleaning the house, then the gentlemen came home and entered with his dirty shoes. He claimed his mother didn’t clean thoroughly enough and said he would only pay half what she was owed, or that she should clean again until it was perfect. Because she needed the money badly, she did the extra work, but only got paid the normal wages, nothing extra for the extra work. When Evert heard his mom crying and telling the story, he felt so angry. He rode his bike to the house. In his anger, he wanted to teach the bastard a lesson. He peed in his mailbox, and after that, he took a stone, intending to throw it through a window. Just before he launched the stone, he noticed a window was open. He saw that the man’s car was gone, so there was no one home. Instead of throwing the stone, he looked around and noticed that the window was not visible from the street or from the neighbour’s house. He crept in and looked around. His heart was pounding like crazy. The adrenaline rushed through his body. He looked around, to see if he could find any cash, lying around. He could not find any. Evert went upstairs. In the bedroom, he found what he was looking for. On the dresser was a shoebox filled with cash. The guy didn’t seem to believe in banks. He knew how much his mom made hourly and how long she worked. He was tempted to take it all but decided to only take what his mom was owed. He placed the box back and headed downstairs. He climbed out of the window and rode his bike back home. All the way home, he kept thinking what to do with the money. He knew his mom wouldn’t accept it. He didn’t want to spend it on his own either. He kept it in his wallet, not telling anyone about it. The solution came two weeks later. For a school trip, they needed to ask their parents for a fee. The amount was a little less than the money he stole. Instead of asking his mom for the money, he used the stolen money. Things worked out fine and the little guilt he had felt was gone. It became a slippery slope, because after that, he did it a few times more. Always with people who could afford it, though. Roman could definitely afford it, but he was a nice guy too. “What do you think, should I break in at Roman’s?” Evert asked Johan’s opinion. Johan just shrugged. He was aware of Evert’s criminal activities, but he never participated. He never even shared his opinion on the matter. Johan was still a bit freaked out about the black out. He wanted to be alone, so he took a shower and headed home. Evert didn’t stop him. He sensed that his buddy was not in a good mood and didn’t want to aggravate him. When he was alone, he started to think about his dilemma. He decided that he should have a look. By entering, he was not obliged to steal. Once inside, he could make up his mind. He dressed and checked to see if he was definitely alone. He wore a black hoodie, and black trackies. Although it was day and they wouldn’t make him as invisible as it would at night, he felt more secure in them. He headed downstairs, went outside and took a quick look to be sure no one was around. He then went to the backdoor and used his skills to gain entry. Roman had stopped for gas. When his tank was full, he parked and went inside to have a bite to eat. While he was chewing on his sandwich, the scene from this morning with Evert flashed his mind. His cock started to chub in his pants. Damn, that boy was sexy. Roman kept playing the scene over and over in his mind, how the teen had touched his dick, how cute he looked with his sleepy face. Roman leaned back a bit to enjoy his sexual reminiscence. But he couldn’t enjoy it, not fully anyway. In the back of his mind was a little voice which bothered him. He felt guilty about how he treated Pablo. He was a bit ashamed. His dick got flaccid, and his horniness subsided. “Fuck!” He said beneath his breath. He took out his phone and started typing. Evert took his time to look around, once inside. He knew Roman wouldn’t be back today. He was not wrong about Roman being filthy rich. Everything in the house was expensive. Evert marvelled at all the cool gadgets, all the luxurious items and all the advanced technology. He headed upstairs and went to the main bedroom. The bed was of a modern design. He jumped on it and felt how great the mattress was. He imagined fucking with Roman on this bed and his dick started to grow. He put his hand in his trackies and gently massaged his dick. He thought about making out with Roman. He laid on his back, his legs spread apart, gently massaging his dick while moving his whole body. He enjoyed the feeling, but he first wanted to explore some more. He walked into the ensuite bathroom. This guy had the bathroom redone. Evert had been there when the previous owners lived there. It was a state-of-the-art bathroom. There was a large Jacuzzi/bath, a big shower and a hammam. There was no door between the bathroom and the bedroom, which made the space look bigger and more open. “Damn, it would be hot to start in the jacuzzi, move it to the bed and then shower together!” Evert said to himself. He often did this when he was nervous, talking to himself, that is. It made him feel not alone. He walked over to the next room, which was rebuilt as a dressing. It was huge. And filled with clothes. Man, he could wear a different outfit every day and it would take months before he would have to wear something he wore before. In one of the closets were about 100 shoes. All sorts of them, sneakers, dress shoes, boots. It was clear that Roman loved to dress differently for each occasion. He had suits, but he also had skater-clothes, designer jeans, as well as trackies. In a large drawer, he found Roman’s underwear. Like his clothes, it was a mix of different things. There were various jockstraps, boxer shorts, tighty whities from expensive designers and almost see through underwear. Like the rest of his wardrobe, he had an eclectic taste in underwear. Evert opened the last closet. It made him chuckle: “Roman, you dog!” The closet was filled with leather harnesses, leather chaps, leather caps. There was also a large collection of dildos, handcuffs, mouth gags, masks and so on. Roman was kinky. Evert liked it. He closed the closet again and walked into the guest bedroom. It was stuffed with boxes yet to be unpacked. Evert opened one of the boxes. One contained photo-albums. He went through them. There was Roman in his youth, as a hot teen. “Damn, Roman! you were a hot twink!” Evert placed the photo-albums back in the box and opened a new one. In it were halters and other sports equipment. In the third box he found CD’s. Roman was old school, still into physical discs instead of streaming. A fourth box revealed Roman’s DVD and Blu Ray collection. It was clear he was a movie buff. In the next box, Evert discovered Roman’s porn collection. Evert went through the titles. There were some with cute twinks, there were some more kinky titles, some DVDs were daddies and twinks. Roman seemed to be both into younger and older guys. Evert found a DVD with an incredible hot twink. He was cute, but also seemed devilish. He put it aside while he loaded the other DVD’s back in the box. Evert walked back to the bedroom and put the DVD next to the big screen TV that was in the bedroom. It would have to wait, he needed to see if he found cash in the house. He would probably not find any. Nowadays, it was rare for people to have cash lying in the house. Evert went into Roman’s home office. He rummaged through the drawers. Against all odds, he did find an envelope with cash in it. He started counting it but got bored. It was more than 2000 euro. Evert took 200 euro and put it in the pocket of his trackies. He did his best to put everything back as it was. While he walked back to the bedroom, he kept thinking about the leather in the closet. He had fucked guys who wore chaps but had never worn it himself. To be honest, the thought of wearing leather chaps turned him on. He felt at ease, no one was around… so, why not? Evert went to the dressing room, undressed completely. He stood there, his dick rock hard, trying to figure out what he should try on. He took the chaps and pressed them against his body. The smell of leather, the feel of it, it made his dick leak precum. Evert took out a leather jockstrap, a harness and a leather jacket. To complete the look, he chooses a leather cap. The chaps were a bit too loose, but it worked. He ogled himself in the mirror. He had to admit to himself that he looked hot. He chooses one of Roman’s boots. Lucky for him, Roman had the same foot size. He snapped some pictures, which he thought he could use in his porn-portfolio. His dick was rock-hard, and the leather pouch could barely contain it. The jockstrap had a zipper in front. Evert teased himself by opening it slightly, so that the top of his dick poked out. He kept making pictures. Evert took out one of Roman’s dildos. He started sucking on it, pretending it was Roman’s dick. The frustration of not being fucked by Johan, last night made him want release even more. He returned to the bedroom. He grabbed a condom from the box Roman kept in his nightstand. Just before he opened it, he decided he wouldn’t take the money from Roman. He went back to the bathroom, took the money out of his pocket and put it on the nightstand, so that he would not forget to put it back where he found it. He placed the DVD in the player. He gently massaged his hard dick with one hand, while he rolled the condom over the dildo. On the screen, he saw the twink from the cover kissing a guy in his 30’s. They were both dressed in jeans and bare chested. Evert sat down on his knees on the bed, his face to the screen, his back to the door. He put a generous amount of lube on the dildo and his ass. He squatted over the dildo and lowered himself, while moaning. Evert was in a slutty mood. He grabbed the poppers he had found next to the lube and took a good whiff. He was totally in the zone. He watched as the man ripped the jeans from the twink to get him ready to fuck. He imagined Roman doing this to him. While he kept bouncing on the huge dildo, he started moaning Roman’s name. “Fuck me Roman! Fuck me!” He groaned loudly as he wanked his dick like crazy. He stopped wanking, to prolong the pleasure. He kept reading the dildo and touched himself all over. While the twink in the video was being fucked, Evert felt great. He was so in the zone that he could imagine being fucked right now. He grabbed his dick. He was ready to cum, when suddenly…. “Enjoying yourself?” Evert turned around in one swift move. His heart was beating in his head. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He was caught. Roman stood there, leaning against the doorpost. He was more turned on than mad, if he was honest. He had been standing there for a couple of minutes. At first, he was mad, ready to call the police on this punk, but when he took out his phone, he had heard Evert call out his name. Since that moment, he had been looking, mesmerized. His dick had begun to chub up and was now fully erect. The outline of his dick was clearly visible in his jeans. It could have assured Evert, if he had seen it, but Evert was way too upset to notice. Earlier that day, just after he had his lunch, Roman had contacted his German chat-friend and had let him know that something had come up and he had to cancel. He couldn’t leave it with Pablo where it had ended the other night. If his German friend (who he didn’t even know his real name) wouldn’t understand, then so be it. In the long run, Pablo was more important to him. He had jumped in his car and headed home. Evert jumped off the bed, the dildo fell out of his ass. He started to take Roman’s clothes off. “No, leave it on!” Roman said in an authoritarian voice. Evert startled. He didn’t know what to think. He was never caught. What the fuck was Roman doing here, he would be away for the weekend. He was in deep shit now. “You look hot in this outfit!” Roman said. For the first time, Evert dared to look at Roman. It was hard to read his face. He didn’t seem mad, but neither happy. Evert saw that Roman’s dick was pushing his jeans. Roman walked in the bedroom. He went straight to the nightstand and took the money that Evert had left there. Evert closed his eyes and hung his head. This looked so wrong. Roman would never believe him, if he told the truth, that he was going to put it back again. He couldn’t blame Roman for that, if the roles would have been reversed, he wouldn’t believe it either. Nevertheless, he should try. “I was going to put it back…” Evert said in a small voice. Roman scoffed. Just as Evert expected, Roman didn’t believe him. In Roman’s head, a plan started to form. He wanted this teen, this teen seemed to want him too. He never had to pay for sex before. He was good-looking and hardly ever got turned down. He had to be careful now. If he explained it wrong, it might scare Evert off. He stood there, the money in his left hand. He looked at the money, put it back on the nightstand and then looked Evert straight in the eye. “The money is yours… if you want to earn it.” Evert was not sure how to interpret this. He hoped that Roman hinted to sex. In that case, he would be more than willing to oblige. He would do Roman for free. But he was not sure. Uncharacteristic for Evert, he was suddenly less cocky and even a bit shy. He was looking at his shoes. The silence lingered between them. He finally gathered enough courage to look at Roman. It was hard to read Roman’s face. He didn’t seem mad. Roman was afraid of what might happen next. He didn’t dare to suggest sex. When Evert finally looked at him, he did his best to look as neutral as possible. kadıköy travesti They were at an impasse. Neither of them dared to make the first move. After what was an awkward silence, Roman finally dared to do something. He grabbed, as casually as possible, his bulge. This set Evert at ease. “It’ll be a pleasure, servicing you.” He grinned. Roman couldn’t hold back any longer. He placed one hand at the back of Evert’s head, the other at his lower back. He pulled Evert in, and his tongue found a way into Evert’s mouth. Evert started moaning. Roman was a passionate kisser. Evert cupped Roman’s ass and pulled him extra close, so that their crotches were rubbing against each other’s. “Fuck me, Roman!” Evert moaned into Roman’s ear. Roman loved to hear that sweet twink craving for him. He grabbed Evert’s legs, just behind his knees. Evert jumped up into Roman’s arms and put his legs around his waist. Roman grabbed the bare ass of Evert and brushed with his fingers through his ass trench. Evert pushed out a little, to let Roman know he was ready for it, but Roman was patient, he would claim his prize, but he wanted to enjoy this boy. Roman moved towards the bed and placed his knees on the bed, all the while making out with Evert, who had his hands around Roman’s neck. Roman bent over and laid Evert on the bed. Evert let go of Roman’s neck. Roman looked deep into the boy’s eyes. God, he wanted this boy so bad. From the very first time he saw him, less than 24 hours ago, he desired this boy. The boy could ask him anything, and he would give it. He was totally under the boy’s spell. Evert was so horny. Although he didn’t have one type he liked, he had a weak spot for guys who were mature (without actually being old), but who dressed and acted younger. Those guys were casual enough to be hot, but old enough to know how to fuck. Even though they were both versatile, Evert wanted to be fucked by Roman badly. He wanted to be his bottom slut. He reached out and undid Roman’s t-shirt. He tossed it aside and caressed his naked torso. Roman went wild with desire when he felt Evert’s hands across his body. His dick was leaking precum in his jeans. He kicked off his Nikes. In the meantime, Evert had slid under him and his face was now at Roman’s crotch. He started nibbling at Roman’s hard dick. Roman moaned in pleasure. The boy was young, but he knew what he was doing. The cheeky bastard even bit in his dick. Evert kept teasing Roman’s dick. He was up-close to Roman’s treasure trail; he went with his fingers through the little hairs. He then pushed Roman to his back and straddled him. His bare ass was now grinding Roman’s throbbing dick. Roman took off the leatherjacket Evert was wearing. He grabbed hold of his nipples and squeezed the boy’s nipples, until he let out a soft cry. He let go and grabbed the little steel ring from the harness to pull Evert in for a hot kiss. “You’re so sexy in leather!” He whispered in Evert’s ear. “I do, don’tI?” Evert, who has never been accused of being too modest, answered. “Yeah, maybe we should shop so you have your own gear.” Roman answered, a bit shy, because he didn’t know if Evert thought about it. Evert didn’t respond but placed a kiss on Roman’s lips. While making out, they rolled around in the bed, all the while, grinding and moaning. They both got sweaty. When Roman stood up, Evert grabbed him. “Where are you going?” He asked. “To put on the airco…it’s hot, and I’m sweating.” Roman explained. Evert grabbed Roman by his hair. “I like it sweaty.” And pulled him in for a deep kiss. They were both sitting on their knees in the middle of the bed. Evert broke off the kiss and started kissing Roman’s neck. He licked at Roman’s earlobe, which caused Roman to have goosebumps. Evert hesitated a moment. He wanted to dive into Roman’s armpits, but he was afraid that Roman would freak out. Totally out of character for Evert, he actually cared about making the right impression with Roman. It was as if he felt a click. He wanted this to be more than just a one time thing. Evert decided to go for it nevertheless. He raised Roman’s arm above his head. He smiled at Roman and dove in. It was heaven. He sniffed and licked as if there was no end. Roman had been on the road the biggest part of the day. He hadn’t showered since, which give him that natural masculine musky scent. When Roman didn’t freak out, Evert felt more at ease. He decided to test Roman. “I love your sweaty scent! I’m glad you have built up a great aroma!” He said while he looked defiantly into Roman’s eyes. Roman smirked. He put his nose towards his own armpit and took a whiff. “Yeah, it’s a nice aroma.” He took another whiff. “I love it when a guy smells a little sweaty.” Evert was so happy Roman said that. He dove into his armpit even deeper. Evert licked his way over Roman’s torso, stopping at each nipple and giving it the proper attention. Roman leaned back a little. He loved when guys played with his nipples. Evert made his way to his bellybutton, and from there, he went straight through Roman’s treasure trail. He stopped when he reached Roman’s jeans. He took off the belt and placed it behind Roman’s neck. He laid down and pulled Roman with him by the belt around his neck. “I want you to fuck me mercilessly.” He growled. He was hoping that Roman would be a hot fucker. He needed a good fuck. Even if there were moments that Roman thought about being gentle with this young boy, they were all gone by now. He wanted to fuck like a beast. Pounding the shit out of this slutty teen. Desire was controlling him. Even though Evert was acting like a slut, there were still moments when he wanted control. The belt was still around Roman’s neck. Evert twisted it around his fist, so that it was like a leash. He pulled Roman down to his crotch. “Suck me!” he hissed. Roman was happy to oblige. He opened the zipper of the leather jockstrap pouch and took out Evert’s dick. He started at the bottom and licked in one swift move to the top of the dick, where a pearl of precum came out of Evert’s dick. He licked it off with his tongue. The boy tasted sweet. He engulfed the hard dick. Evert laid back and put his hands behind his head. He enjoyed the blow job Roman was giving. He raised his legs and placed his lower legs on the shoulders of Roman, while Roman kept sucking his dick. He reached and went with his fingers through Roman’s hair, while moaning to encourage Roman. Roman could keep this up for hours, if needed to be. He loved sucking a guy. He had his hands on Evert’s upper legs, caressing the leather. While he was sucking, he couldn’t help but hump the bed, to stimulate his own dick. He was just so horny. Evert felt that if he let Roman suck, he would cum, and he was not ready to end this. In one swift move, he managed to get up so that both were facing each other, sitting on their knees in the middle of the bed. They looked deep into each other’s eyes, all the time panting and sweating. The electricity between the two of them was almost tangible. “We should fuck on a regular basis!” Evert smirked, after which he went down and kissed Roman’s abs, slobbering his way back to the waistband of his jeans. He took the tip of the jeans between his teeth and in one move, he opened Roman’s jeans. It was not hard to do, since the jeans were well worn. It revealed Roman’s hard cock, dripping with precum. He was going commando. “Hmm, I like that!” Evert confessed. Roman didn’t know if he meant going commando, or if it was a compliment to his dick. Evert grabbed the base of Roman’s dick and guided it to his mouth. He slowly licked it, almost as a tease. It did send shivers down Roman’s spine. Roman, who was quite experienced when it came to sex, felt again excitement as if it was his first time. It was not so much what Evert did, even though he was good at what he did, it was more the person itself. Ever since he saw the brothers, he wanted them. And especially Evert. Although the boys looked remarkably the same, there was something about Evert that was lacking in Tristan. For Roman it was lust at first sight when he had seen him. Evert took Roman’s dick in his mouth and with remarkable ease, he deepthroated him. Evert loved to show off. He loved to surprise guys at what he was able to do. He wanted to impress Roman. When he felt Roman’s dick enter his throat, it felt like a connection was established. He tried to look Roman in the eye, which was no easy feed while deepthroating him. Roman started to thrust his hips, fucking Evert’s mouth. While he did this, Evert held on to his ass. He pushed it up, to let Roman know he could go harder, if he wanted to. Roman got the hint and went for it. He grabbed Evert’s head with both hands and lifted his ass off the bed with each thrust. It was slow at first, but he picked up the pace and suddenly, he was at the point he had to stop immediately if he didn’t want to shoot his load. He pushed Evert off his dick and brought his face to the boy’s face. They made out, groping each other’s body like madmen. Evert pushed Roman away and laid on his back. He decided it was time that Roman fucked him. He brought his knees to his shoulders, leaving his ass exposed to Roman. He looked mischievous at Roman. Roman, who at that point had lost all self-control, dove right in. He brought his face to the boy’s ass. He kissed it and sealed his lips against the boy’s hole. He brought out his tongue. At first to lick up and down the hole, but then he started pushing his tongue in, fucking the boy’s eager hole. “Oh yeah! Fuck! That’s it!” Evert almost screamed. “I love my hole being eaten! Prepare my hole for your dick!” Evert enjoyed the rimming. Roman knew what he was doing. Roman was getting so hot, he didn’t want to wait any longer to fuck Evert. He placed one hand behind Evert’s knee and pushed Evert’s leg down to his chest. Evert held on to the other leg. Roman placed his throbbing dick against Evert’s hole. He was ready to fuck. The only problem was that he was so turned on at that point, that he knew he would cum, just by pushing his dick against that hole. That would be a major anti-climax. He gathered his thoughts; he had to buy some time. Suddenly, he thought about condoms. Roman was on prep, so he would be safe, but he needed something to distract, so that he wouldn’t cum right away. He didn’t know how Evert was when it came to fucking. Did he want to do it bare? Or did he prefer safe? Maybe he should give a good example and fuck with a condom. He stood up and went to the nightstand. “Hey, where are you going?” Evert asked, a little disappointed. Roman didn’t reply, just waved the condom he had taken to Evert. Evert was a bit relieved. He had fucked bareback with his brother, and he swallowed Johan’s load on many occasions. But when it came to strangers and customers, he had a strict `Better safe than sorrow’ rule. He only fucked with a condom on, even if they would offer more cash. He never swallowed from a client. He may have been a slut, he still cared about his health. He was too young to get prep, so with strangers, he used a condom. He was so into Roman, and strangely enough, he trusted Roman so much that he wouldn’t have made a point of it with him. But secretly he was relieved that Roman suggested a condom himself. Roman used the time to take off his jeans. Evert jumped off the bed and came to him. He took the condom out of Roman’s hand and kissed him. He put his arms around Roman’s waist. He was a little bit shorter than Roman, so he had to reach up a little. Roman put his arms around the boy’s shoulder. While kissing, he moved up his arms and went to the boy’s hair. The cap he was wearing had fallen off earlier. He moved his hands down, and caressed Evert’s ass. Softly at first, but harder and harder the more they made out. Evert had grabbed Roman’s dick and slowly wanked it while squeezing it hard. This made Roman intensely hard. Evert went down on his knees and took the condom out of the rapper. He placed the tip of the condom between his lips, took Roman’s dick by the base and brought it to his lips. With his lips, he rolled the condom over Roman’s cock. When he was done, he stood back up. Roman grabbed the boy’s face between his hands and kissed him, while Evert played with Roman’s nipples. Evert broke the kiss and went to the bed. He sat down on his knees and leaned forward on his forearms. He hollowed his back, so that his ass stood up and out, inviting Roman to make use of it. The sight of it drove Roman nearly crazy. That sexy teen, in chaps, harness and jockstrap, his ass open wide for him to take. Roman wished he could take a picture, because it was about the hottest thing he had ever seen. Roman paused for a moment to marvel at it. As if he could read minds, Evert said: “If you want, you can take a picture…” Evert turned his head over his shoulder and looked straight at Roman. “In fact, I would love it if you did.” Was this kid for real? It seemed that everything Roman fantasised about, this kid was into it. Roman took his phone to make the pictures. He snapped a picture of Evert sitting on the bed. Evert got into it and started to pose. The poses were daring. Evert wanking his dick, Evert with his legs in the air, exposing his hole, Evert playing with his nipples, Evert fingering his ass. “Now Fuck me!” Evert interrupted the photo session. He loved posing, but he wanted to be taken by Roman. He sat again on his knees on the bed, leaning on his forearms. This time, Roman wasn’t distracted by the look. The hunger to fuck was too big to ignore. He grabbed some lube and put it on his dick. The rest he used on Evert. Not that he needed it, his hole was already coated with saliva. “Are you ready?” Roman asked “Oh yeah!” Evert responded with a smirk. Roman climbed on the bed, on his knees. He placed himself directly behind Evert. He could feel the heat the buy was exuding. He placed his dick at the entrance of Evert’s hole. He only pushed a little, but his dick entered easily. Evert whimpered a little, but Roman sensed that it was more for show. This boy was an experienced bottom. Roman saw that as a challenge. He needed to show Evert that he was good too. Roman placed his hands on Evert’s back. He started to fuck slowly, but when he felt there was no resistance, he picked up the pace. It didn’t take long before he was slamming his dick hard in Evert. Evert loved the feeling of a hot dick in his ass. Roman was a good fucker. While Roman was digging his hands in Evert’s hips, Evert looked over his shoulder. He liked what he saw: a hot man, in the heat of the moment, pounding his ass. Evert was so turned on now. He hoped that Roman would make it a regular thing. When Roman stopped a second for a break, his dick still in Evert, Evert started to back up and impale himself on Roman’s dick, he rode it in a high tempo, while Roman just held still. He looked Roman straight in the eye and smirked. He moaned and panted. Roman couldn’t believe how hot this teen was. He started fucking again, slamming hard against Evert’s ass. The sweat had made him sticky, and each time his groin touched Evert’s bud, there bakırköy travesti was a sticky, wet sound. “Take a picture of your dick in my hole!” Evert egged him on. Roman reached behind him, took his phone and shot a couple of pics. He tossed the phone aside and grabbed Evert’s loins, hard. He held Evert in place. He fucked like crazy, hard and relentless. Evert pushed himself up until his back was against Roman’s chest. “I love how you fuck!” He whispered. Roman loved to hear that. His thrusting became more rapid and shorter. He wanted to cum, but also wanted to postpone. He wanted Evert to cum first. Suddenly, Evert bent forward again and got himself off Roman’s dick. Evert turned around and pushed Roman, so that Roman was now lying on the bed. Roman thought that he had done something wrong, but that wouldn’t correspond with the horny smirk on Evert’s face. Evert straddled Roman, took Roman’s dick in his hand and held it in place, while he lowered himself on it. Evert started riding Roman’s dick. “Oh, this feels so good!” He moaned softly. Evert started to bounce on Roman’s dick. He looked straight at Roman’s face. He loved how rugged and handsome he was. Roman placed his hands on Evert’s flanks. He loved how it felt to hold the boy. Roman didn’t plan on laying there all passive. He put his feet on the mattress, to get some grip and started to thrust up. While he did this, Evert bent closer to him, and put his hands on Roman’s shoulders. Their faces were only inches from each other. Their eyes locked. Roman couldn’t believe this was reality. He had fantasies about this, since he first saw this boy yesterday, but he never thought it would happen. In the back of his mind was this horrible thought that Evert was only doing this for the money, but Roman shut that thought about, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy this. He leaned back, but his hands behind his head and let Evert do the work. While Evert bounced on his dick, Evert’s dick slapped against Roman’s abs, leaving a trail of precum on his abs. Evert felt that he couldn’t hold on much longer. He just had to cum. He tried to hold off as long as possible. He wasn’t even touching his dick. But it was no use. He felt it starting in his balls. The hormones shot right to his head and before he could do anything to stop it, he started moaning and his dick shot ropes of hot cum onto Roman. Roman was surprised that Evert hadn’t announced his orgasm. The first drops of cum landed just beneath his eye. He kept pounding Evert’s ass, while Evert shot his load. It seemed that Evert was a heavy shooter. It kept coming and soon, Roman felt as if he was covered in cum. As soon as his orgasm was over, Evert let his head hung low. He panted. Roman felt a little disappointed that it was over, but that feeling only lasted a moment. Evert got off of Roman’s dick, only to turn around and to sit again on Roman’s dick. Evert laid himself down, so that the cum, mixed whit their sweat became the stick lubricant that joint their bodies together. Evert took Roman’s hand and put Roman’s arm around his chest. With his other hand, he guided Roman’s hand to his dick. Roman was surprised that Evert was hard again (or still?). Evert had spread his legs, and Roman placed his feet back on the bed, to have a good grip. He started pounding Evert’s ass hard. He had no reason to hold back anymore. While he fucked, he wanked Evert’s dick. It didn’t take long before Roman started shooting his load. It felt great to cum into this boy. He kept pounding. Evert had taken Roman’s hand that lay on his chest and their fingers intertwined. Evert guided Roman’s hand all over his chest, while Roman kept wanking. It didn’t take long before Evert started shooting again. Both guys were moaning and groaning while they came. When they were done, Evert reached behind his head to caress Roman’s hair. They laid there for a few minutes, just getting down from their orgasm-high. After a while, Evert rolled off Roman. He laid next to Roman, and put his hand on Roman’s pec, Roman put his arm around Evert. While in the house next door, Roman and Evert were enjoying their post-orgasm cuddling, Tristan was acting like the nerd he was. He sat at his desk, with his laptop in front of him. The last half hour, he had spent his time searching everything online he could find about XTC. He now knew how it was made, when it first became popular, what the difference was between the different forms of XTC, he even knew the chemical formula. He was now searching for the effect of XTC. He learned that it was possible to find the XTC in his blood for 72 hours, which made him panic. If someone would test him, they would know. He would die if someone found out he took drugs. Before he became full of anxiety, he started to think logically. Why would anyone test him? It’s not like anyone would suspect him of anything, and he was not planning on getting an accident or anything. Then his eyes fell on what the effects were during the trip. He recognised many things. When he read, however, that people on XTC were often declaring love to random people, he felt a little sad. He still heard the sound of Johan saying he loved him in his ear. But maybe it was just the drugs talking. He felt sad because since he had heard these words, they got stuck in his mind. He had thought about what it could mean. He had started believing that Johan had meant it, that Johan loved him. That Johan was in the belief that he was talking to Evert, didn’t hinder him to fantasize about Johan and him, together. He had never thought about Johan as a love interest before. Sure, he had noticed that Johan was sexy, in his own way. He had beat off something thinking about Johan. But he never had fantasized in a romantic way about Johan. While he sat at his desk, images of yesterday flashed to his mind. How yesterday morning, Johan had presented him with his dick. How he tasted his first dick. How later that evening they were making love. Or were they fucking? Could it be called making love, when one of them is only `in love’ because he’s drugged? Ugh, why did he have to over analyse everything? Why couldn’t he just go with the flow, so to speak. Although his mind was messed up, his body, and more specifically his dick, had another reaction. He closed his laptop. Behind was the mattress where Johan slept last night. The boxer shorts that Johan had used to sleep in, laid discarded between the messed-up sheets on the mattress, where Johan must have casually thrown it. Tristan tried to resist, but the pervert in him won the fight. He went over to the mattress and laid down. He sniffed deeply. The pillow and the sheets still smelled like Johan. Tristan basked in the glory. He wallowed in the closeness he felt to Johan. He grabbed the boxer shorts and brought it to his face. It was moist, from Johan’s sweating. Since Johan hadn’t showered after the sex, Tristan found some dried cum that must have dropped from Johan’s dick. He hesitated, but only for a second, before he brought it to his mouth. Even before he could taste it, he smelt Johan’s scent. His natural scent, sharpened by the sweat and the unmistakable scent of Johan’s crotch. Sweat, mixed with a hint of piss and some cum and pre cum. Tristan caved in and stuck his tongue out. He tasted the rich taste of dried cum on his tongue. While he pressed the boxer shorts to his face, he started humping the mattress. He took a short pause to get naked. Even though it was a hot day, he laid himself back on the mattress and covered himself with the blankets. It was the closest he could be with Johan now. To lay naked in the blankets that an (almost) naked Johan had slept in. He took the boxer shorts again and pressed it with one hand in his face, while his other hand travelled his body. When he took his dick in his hand, it was wet. He took hold of it and started to move his hand up and down the shaft. He milked his dick and then let the precum coat his hand. With his wet hand, he went further down, between his legs, past his balls, to his hole. He raised his legs up and tilted his hips a little, so he had easy access to his hole. He circled his hole, to tease himself. He finally let one finger slip in. He moaned when he did. “Johan…” He whispered beneath his breath. He let the boxer lie on his face, while he moved his other hand to his dick. While he jerked his dick off, he put a second finger in his ass. He tried to go as deep as possible. He imagined how Johan was kissing him. How Johan was taking care of his ass, like he had done last night. His wanking and fingering got more rapid, almost frantically. He started to breathe heavily, which soon went over in panting and eventually in moaning. Flashes of Johan kept going through his mind. Johan sitting with his legs spread, Johan’s dick in his face, Johan fucking him. Finally, all the images in his mind, combined with the stimulating his hands were giving him, resulted in a hot orgasm. He was only just in time to kick the blankets away. Still fingering and wanking like crazy, he shot load after load on his body. “Oh fuck Johan! Yeah Johan, fuck me, fuck me!” He kept groaning while he came. In that one moment, where the orgasm clouded his mind, he believed it could be possible, that it could happen. A few moments later, he lay there, sweaty, sticky from his cum and panting heavily from the physical exhaustion. He had his dick still in one hand, and his fingers buried in his ass. He slowly pulled his fingers out, which, to his surprise, was more painful than going in. He grabbed Evert’s boxer shorts that Johan had used last night and used it to clean himself up. Tristan needed one last make-believe moment before he would let reality take over. He licked the boxer shorts and pretended that it was Johan’s cum. He stood up and walked naked to the bathroom. He looked one last time to the boxer shorts, before dropping it in the hamper. He let the water in the shower run. While he stepped in the shower, he felt sad. He realised that he would never have what he wanted. Maybe he could have sex with Johan again, but Johan would never be in love with him. Tristan started crying. It was the first time his heart was broken. While Tristan was showering, Roman and Evert still lay on the bed in each other’s embrace. Roman was the first to speak. “Want to take a shower? Together?” He suggested. Evert looked up to Roman. “I noticed you had a jacuzzi in there…” He started. “Yeah, next time… to be honest, I need to be somewhere, so I don’t have the time now.” Roman explained. He had planned on seeing Pablo right away after he had found out where Pablo was staying. He had come home to contact the credit card company to see where his card had been used yesterday. Of course, it would have been easier to just contact Pablo, but he wanted to surprise him. His whole plan had changed when he had caught Evert. But now he didn’t want Pablo to have to wait any longer. He felt a little guilty that had blown off Pablo last night, and now had chosen his own desire to fuck the boy over seeing Pablo right away. “Oh… Okay.” Evert responded. He had hoped to spend some more time with Roman. When Roman heard Evert’s response, he felt a bit guilty. But also confused. After all, Evert had only fucked because of the money, so why would he be disappointed now that Roman wasn’t able to take a jacuzzi together. He got up and walked to the bathroom, followed closely by Evert. Suddenly, he felt Evert’s hands pulling him closer. He stopped. Evert nestled against his back. The cynical part of Roman thought that Evert was hard earning his money, but there was also another part of him that started to wonder if Evert might possibly like him. He took Evert’s hand and the entered the bathroom. Roman helped to take all the leather off. When they both stood there naked in front of each other, Evert placed his hands on Roman’s hips and pulled him in for a kiss. Evert was in doubt. Had Roman just fucked him to avenge the fact that he had broken in? Or was there something else? He had started believing Roman liked him, but when he suggested the jacuzzi, he felt brushed off. He wanted to reassure himself and kissed Roman. He had never felt so connected with any of his clients, or with anyone else he had sex with. They cuddled and kissed some more while showering. After they were dried off, Evert started to put his clothes back on. Roman went to the dressing room to dress. Evert made sure he had everything and was ready to go. Roman was putting on new sheets on the bed, for the 3rd time in two days. “Well, I’ll see you later…” Evert said insecure. Roman didn’t know how to react. He wanted to take Evert in his arms, kiss him and tell him that he hoped they would repeat this soon, but he didn’t want to come over as an obsessed pervert. He wasn’t sure Evert wanted this again. Evert wanted to stay with Roman, hang out, make out, fuck again. But it was clear Roman had only seen him as a good fuck. At least that’s what he believed. Usually, after he was done with a client, he couldn’t wait to leave. Some clients tried to make him stay, promising him a fun time, but he always declined. Now he realised how they must feel, rejected. Just as he turned around to walk out of the bathroom, he heard Roman call his name. “Evert!” Roman called him. Evert turned around, with hope in his heart. With a smile on his face, he walked back to the bedroom. “Yes?” He asked hopefully. “You forgot your money.” Roman pointed with his chin to the nightstand, while he was putting a pillow in a pillowcase. “Oh” Evert said quietly. “I meant what I said, I was going to put the money back. I don’t want it.” Roman dropped the pillow on the bed. Was Evert being honest now? Was he not going to steal the money? Had he really had sex because he wanted Roman, instead of the money? Roman dared to hope. He grabbed the money and walked over to Evert. He placed his hands on Evert’s shoulders. Evert avoided looking at Roman. Roman hooked his finger under Evert’s chin and lifted his head up, so that he could look into his eyes. “I believe you.” Roman whispered. He planted a kiss on Evert’s lips. Evert responded by opening his lips and letting his tongue enter Roman’s mouth. “I have to go now, but I hope you want to repeat this… soon.” He said, still holding Evert. “I would love that!” Evert beamed. “But I want you to take the money. It’s a gift. It’s not to pay you for your company.” Roman looked to the ground. He wanted to make sure that Evert understood that he didn’t see him as a whore. He sighed: “If you broke in to steal it, even though you changed your mind, I believe that you needed the money. So, I want you to have it. No strings attached.” Evert opened his mouth to protest, but Roman placed his hand over Evert’s mouth. “Take it, please, without protest.” Evert reluctantly put the money in his pocket. He could use the money, for sure, but he didn’t want that Roman thought that he only had sex with him, for the money. He hoped it would be clear. When he got home, he bumped into his brother who just came out of the bathroom, only wearing a towel. He planted a kiss on his brother’s lips, which startled Tristan. Evert had never done that before. “Get dressed, bro!” He laughed, seeing the confusion on Tristan’s face. “I’m taking you out this evening for a burger and a movie. Just us brothers, bonding together.”

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