bernardo-2

Subject: Bernardo 2 Bernardo 2 Ok, if you've gotten this far you know the deal. This is a work of gay fiction. It is the sole property of the author and may never be reused or reprinted without his written permission. It contained descriptions of sex acts between consenting adults. If you enjoy the stories on fty please consider an ongoing contribution to the site- at fty/donate. Remember that not to long ago gay stories were banned and the authors jailed or worse. Now sit back, unzip, and enjoy. Bernardo 2 cajuncock So we got into a routine of sorts. My summer job fished in the early afternoon. This gave me time to get home to fix dinner. I'd gone to a used bookstore and found a simple cookbook. So each day I'd decided to fix dinner. But there was a hitch in my plans. Bernardo's job came with a family membership inthe local YMCA. Twice a week we'd go to the Y to exercise and use the pool. Bernardo praised my developing body. I felt good about it too. I knew that the issue of the locker room would present problems since many of his coworkers were regulars at the Y. Over a few weeks I got to know some of them. We avoided socializing with them aside from the Y's coffee shop visits. Our parents only visited the apartment once to check that we had everything that we needed. Mom, being the noisy one, noticed that it was a one bedroom place. But dad showed her the pull out sofa bed. We'd promised them that we'd go home for Sunday dinner each week. Summer's end soon came rushing upon us and the start of my freshman year loomed ahead. We spent a lot of time looking over the possible courses I could take. Only realizing that freshman year was principally devoted to the core, required courses. I did get to skip the PE class for freshman by joing a team, soccer. I was pretty good at it after all those years of traing with Bernardo. I spent a lot of time in the library during the first 2 months. I needed to get ahead of the course work for the core courses on my schedule. My classes had various hours during the week. Some days I had to be on campus at 8AM, others noon, still others in the late afternoon. It sort of wrecked our domestic situation. Carry out meals took the place of my cooking. Fridays were my light days with only one class escort izmit in the morng. I used the free time in the library and keeping the apartment neat and tidy. Bernardo insisted on coming to all of my soccer matches, usually Friday evengs or Saturday morngs. We'd manage to squeeze in grocery shopping during the week. Benardo insisted on taking over the household duties to allow me time for school work. My scholarship money and a small part-time job in the school library gave me some extra spending money. Being more experienced in college life and also finances, Bernardo advised me on dealing with some of the professors and academic requirements. Early on I had a problem in deciding on a major. I did not have a mind for math or business. But I did not want to go into education as some of the other students had done. We looked at other options. I was a pretty good writer and had an interest in public affairs. This led me towards liberal arts or pre-law. I made a decision to make those two the focus of my studies. With the start of the school year our domestic routine also changed. I had no interest in the wild drinking scene that came with college life. We would often sneek in movies after the Sunday dinner with the folks. We vowed that each ght, no matter how our day went, we'd end it in bed making love. Now Bernardo, being Italian, was a passionate lover. His vigor and strength in the bedroom often left me dazed and breathless. His well toned body was just sidelight to his equipment. He was uncut which continued to fascinate me. I marveled at his hairy chest and smooth balls. But the real treasure was the cock. It was somewhat darker than the rest of his body. Erect the foreskin pulled back to reveal a pink mushroom shaped head topping his eight inches. The tip would open and close weeping a steady stream of precum for me to savor. Some ghts he'd suggest an early bedtime right after the dinner things were done. He'd have a twinkle in his eyes and a prominent bulge showing in his pants. He took to wearing sweat pants around the house, going commando. I could clearly see his swinging erection when he suggested an early bedtime. Luckily for both of us we were not one shot bedmates. Most ghts I tried to hold back knowing izmit escort that after he came inside me, he'd want to switch positions and offer me his hole. While vigorous, our love making was also tender. Repeatedly, we'd tell each othr how much love we felt for each other. The pleasure we gave each other was an expression of that love. Now we were both matched pretty well in our equipment, both about 8". My lack of experience was never a problem. Bernardo seemed to a natural when it came to satisfying me in the sack. I was his eager student. He'd slowly, almost tenderly, enter me, pausing to let my body get used to his stiffness. When I responded by moving back on his cock, he'd go into overdrive. Pounding me harder and harder while telling me how good I felt on his cock. This stimulation usually resulted in a hands free orgasm on my part. We continued going to the Y twice a week. Sometimes I'd notice certain men offering to spot me on the various pieces of equipment. This did not go unnoticed by my lover. It seemed to stimulate him even more in bed. After a particularly vigorous session in bed, he decided that we had to talk. He began "I noticed Paul and some of the other single guys from work offering to help you. Be careful of Paul he has a reputation, not a good one too." I was puzzled and asked "What do you mean? Have I done something wrong?" He pulled me into a hug saying "No you haven't. I know that you are mine, my one true lover." He then kissed my head and ran his hands down my chest, stopping to squeeze a pple. He continued "Even though we are a very liberal work place, I'm not out there. Most know that you are my brother and that you live with me while you're in college. But there's no reason for them to know any more." I raised up and moved my lips to his whispering "Don't worry I can handle myself without putting our private life out in public." I told myself to be more aware of the attention other men paid to me. But as always happens life threw a wrench in. We were having coffee after the gym one eveng. Kyle, one of Bernardo's workmates, had joined us. The conversation was light, almost boring for me. Benardo excused himself to take a piss. As soon as he left, Kyle put his hand over mine and izmit kendi evi olan escort whispered "I like you a lot. You're very handsome, just my type of guy." I pulled away staring at him, "Do you think that I would date you? Is that what you're asking?" He blushed mumbling "I just hoped that you might be into guys. I don't know maybe I was wrong." I felt sorry and said "I have someone in my life and I have my school work. I don't have time for dates or complications. I know that you and my brother work together so let's just be friends." Just then Bernardo returned. I'm sure he could see that something was wrong. But he said nothing. Kyle fished his coffee and told us that he had a date to get to. As soon as he fled the scene, Bernardo looked at me with that serious expression that told me he needed to understand. I explained that his coworker had asked me for a date. I saw Bernardo's face turn red with anger. I continued telling him that I'd told Kyle that I was seeing someone and might be in a serious relationship. Bernardo reached across the table to grab my hand saying "Might be!" That ght was a really hot session. I think that my lover/stepbrother was really turned on at the thought that another man would want me. He wanted to prove that I was his possession. His lovemaking left me with a few hickies on different places on my body. I hoped that they would disappear before our next time at the Y. My lover had other ideas as he continued to leave his mark at different places on my body. I was sure that the next time in the showers at the YMCA there'd be some lewd comments made about the marks. But at least it would restrain some of the possible difficult propositions that I wouldn't have to face. Bernardo, on the other hand, might have to come up with a story about the supposedly hot woman I was dating. We'd have a good laugh over that one. He knew that the only lips or hands to touch my body would be his. As the year wore on the Sunday dinners with the folks became less frequent. Both of us had busy work and social lives on top of an increasingly busy academic schedule for me. The parents took it well. I'm sure mom was glad we were able to lead separate lives in that small apartment. Dad would occasionally let us know that he suspected. But he never verbalized his thoughts. He sometimes would offer financial help but never pushed it or our situation. Ok don't forget to clean up the mess you made! Remember that fty needs your support. Comments welcomed: ail