Stepping into the bar, I looked around and was relieved to spot Denise and Trey at a nearby table. My sister excitedly waved me over. As I headed toward her, I couldn't help but notice the quiet atmosphere of the place. It was far more subdued than what I was used to, and it also made me wonder how much a beer would cost.

Denise was on her feet before I reached the table. I moved into her embrace, quick to return it. "I'm so proud of you, sis." 

"Thank you!" She withdrew from me a bit, then gave my outfit an approving once-over. "You look really nice, Nick."

It was true I'd chosen one of my best shirts to wear, along with a pair of dress pants, but it still felt strange having my sister compliment me on my attire. And the last thing I wanted was for Trey to think I'd dressed up for him.

Finally, I made myself meet his eyes. He stood and extended his hand, and as I shook it, I couldn't help but recall the way he'd slid that hand over my chest the night before. "Great to see you again, Nick." His smile was pleasant but in no way overly familiar. 

"You, too," I replied a little too quickly. 

"I've already ordered you a beer," Denise told me as the three of us sat down. 

"And drinks are on me, of course, so get whatever you want," Trey added.

"Are you sure?" I said. "I can pay for—"

"I insist." His firm tone allowed no room for argument.

Looking over at my sister, I saw she was beaming. Her hair was the same shade of brown as mine, and the wavy locks just reached her shoulders. That sweet smile of hers tended to disguise the shrewd mind she had for business. I knew men in her line of work often underestimated her, but she'd once told me that Trey was never one of them. As she now looked across the table at her boss and mentor, I could see the gratitude in her dark blue eyes.

"Have you told your parents the good news?" Trey asked her.

Denise's smile faltered, and she glanced at me for help. "Uh, we're not really close with our parents," I explained. Nervously, I yanked at the collar of my shirt. "They're, um, very conservative, so we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things." I wouldn't embarrass Denise by going into the gory details of how our ultra-religious parents wanted her to get married straight out of high school. Not only that, but they hoped her husband would be a man fifteen years her senior. A prominent member of their church, he was recently widowed and looking to remarry. 

Needless to say, Denise refused. I'd moved out several years before, so we shared an apartment while she attended the local university, which had awarded her a scholarship. She busted her ass working a part-time job even as she took on a full-time course load. Knowing firsthand how much she'd been through made her current success even more meaningful. 

As Trey looked from me to Denise, he seemed to understand our reluctance to discuss the topic further. His smile remained kind and warm as he said, "Well, it's wonderful you two have each other."

Denise squeezed my hand. "I couldn't ask for a better brother than Nick."

Once our drinks arrived, the conversation grew lighter, and I listened in amusement while Trey and Denise exchanged office gossip. Taking a swig of beer, I noticed Trey had stuck with his Vodka Soda, whereas Denise had opted for some fruity drink, light on alcohol and heavy on sugar. Several times, they both tried to draw me into their discussion, but I was happy to sit back and observe them. The fondness Trey held for my sister was evident in their interactions. It was all the more bewildering that he'd initially held her promotion over my head. Had he really wanted me so much that he was willing to take such a risk?

As the evening went on, I realized I was no longer uncomfortable sitting at that table. Sure, the bar was a little pretentious, and no doubt the drinks were way overpriced. But I enjoyed the three of us hanging out and celebrating far more than I'd imagined I would. Staying quiet for the most part, I needed only to be careful about giving Trey any lingering glances Denise might notice. It was difficult to keep from staring at him. His tie was loosened, and his hair was a bit mussed from when he'd run his fingers through the strands minutes before. It made him look playful, the way he had in my apartment. 

It wasn't yet ten when Trey paid for our drinks and we left the bar. He and I walked Denise to her car, and before getting inside, she gave us both hugs. "Thank you for coming," she whispered in my ear.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." I kissed the top of her head, holding her tight for a moment more. Then I let her go.

Trey and I watched her drive out of the lot. Once her car had disappeared down the street, he turned to me, still wearing that pleasant smile. I expected him to make his move then, for wasn't that why he'd told Denise to invite me tonight?

But he merely said, "It was a pleasure seeing you again, Nick. Drive safe."

My own smile faded as he turned to walk away. "Hey!" My voice was harsher than I'd intended. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at me, his eyebrows raised expectantly. Speaking in a far softer tone, I asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

Even in the shadows of the lot, I could see the playfulness in his expression. "Well, I planned on going home."

I shook my head. "Night's still young. See you at my place."

I turned on my heel, striding toward my car without looking back, for I had no doubt he would accept my invitation. Leaving the bar, I went in the opposite direction that Denise had taken, and when I glanced in the rearview mirror, I saw Trey right behind me. 

He and I didn't touch, didn't even speak as I unlocked my apartment door, but as soon as we stepped inside and I turned on the light, we practically tore each other's clothes off. 

His mouth found mine while I unbuckled his belt. That second kiss was just like our first: hot and full of hunger. In moments, we were both naked, with our cocks rapidly hardening. Trey stepped closer, lining up his dick with my own. Looking down, I let out a moan at the sight of him stroking us simultaneously. I never imagined it would be so arousing to feel his flesh sliding against mine.

It wasn't long before we were both fully erect. I began thrusting my dick toward Trey in blatant need. "Bedroom," was all I managed to say through my quickened breaths.

He grinned and slipped his arms around my neck. "I wasn't expecting you to invite me back here."

I offered a sheepish smile. "Yeah, well, I kind of surprised myself, too."

After another lingering kiss, I led him down the hall. I'd left the bedside lamp on so the apartment wouldn't be completely dark when I arrived home. The bed was unmade, and my work clothes were strewn across the floor.

Trey didn't seem to notice any of that. Sinking to his knees before me, he kept his stare riveted to my cock. "I can't wait to feel you in my throat again," he whispered.

Then he took me deep.

I allowed myself to bask in the sensation of his mouth eagerly accepting every inch of my dick. Holy shit, he was amazing at giving head! But even as my knees weakened a little and my grip on his hair tightened, I realized I had to be careful. That talented mouth of his would have me right on edge in no time, and I didn't want to spend the entire evening in such a desperate state. Tonight, I longed for more control.

Reluctantly, I pulled him off. While he caught his breath, I took hold of my balls, squeezing gently so that my sac stretched over them. That slight pressure made each nut more defined beneath my skin. "Suck them," I urged in a thick voice.

Trey jerked his cock as he followed my order. His tongue swirled over my smooth sac just before he opened his mouth wide to latch on. "Oh, fuck yes!" I sighed. He was gentle, moaning while lavishing attention on both my balls. I couldn't get over how incredible it felt to have each one held in his warm, wet mouth. 

Finally, I drew Trey to his feet and guided him toward the bed. He lay on his back, with his cock standing at attention. I gazed at his erection, trying to imagine taking it between my lips. 

After retrieving some lube from the drawer, I joined him on my bed. He opened his arms to me, and I eased my body upon his. I kissed his mouth and neck with the same passion I would have shown a woman I'd brought home. Of course, I knew this was different. Trey was different. But he summoned forth the same lust from within me.

Lashing his nipple with my tongue, I delighted in the sound of his needy moan. As I sucked and licked that hard peak, I felt his coarse chest hair against my face. He held me fast, eager for more. "Yes! My God, Nick, you have me so hard for you!"

As my lips traveled farther down his body, I feared I'd lose my nerve upon reaching his cock. Already, I knew I wouldn't try to deepthroat him. But I had to admit that his tip was quite enticing. Now flushed pink, it was moist with smeared precum. 

I gave it a tentative lick, but that was enough to make Trey release a soft cry. Growing bolder, I took his cockhead in my mouth. I tasted salt while drawing in the scent of his musk. It was more than a little surreal to discover I liked both. Abandoning my inhibitions, I sucked his tip. With my tongue, I massaged his frenulum. 

"Ah, fuck!" It sounded as if Trey's voice caught in his throat. He propped himself up to watch me, and when our eyes met, the abject lust in his gaze persuaded me to lower my lips a bit farther down his shaft. By this point, he was so excited that I could feel him throbbing between my lips. "My God, I never dreamed you'd..." His words trailed off into heavy breathing. I noticed he'd begun shaking a little.

Pulling off his cock, I lifted and spread his legs. He was quick to hold them aloft for me, and I finally got my first glimpse of his tight hole, which was completely hairless. I wondered if it was still tender.

Trey let out a whimper as I caressed his puckered skin. Before I could stop myself, I buried my face between his spread cheeks and grazed his entrance with my tongue. The sensation caused him to make a guttural sound. "Nick, please!"

"Mmm, you like me licking and kissing you here?" I murmured.

"So much!" 

Trey roughly jerked his dick as I opened him wider, eager to witness his hole stretching. Then, I set about working the tip of my tongue inside. When I began fucking him in such an intimate, forbidden way, I realized that while he might not have expected me to invite him back to my place tonight, he'd clearly prepared himself for the possibility. 

"I'm gonna come!" he cried. 

"Don't you dare," I told him firmly. "Not yet."

Immediately, he stopped stroking, whereas I took my time enjoying his ass. I wasn't sure why this act was easier for me to perform than a blowjob, but I knew Trey was about to offer up his hole for another fucking, and I wanted him plenty relaxed beforehand.

It was only when he began begging for my cock that I lubed us both up. Once we were good and slick, I balanced on my knees, positioning myself to take him. 

He drew in a deep breath, then released it slowly before nodding. My movements were gentle, and I found it fairly easy to work my dick into his ass. Seeing my cockhead disappear, only to be surrounded by his hot flesh, made me tremble. 

"More!" Trey demanded as he clawed at the bedsheet. A thin layer of sweat had formed on his brow. "Give me all of that dick!"

I thrust inside, groaning when I bottomed out. Planting my palms against the bed on either side of him, I asked in a low voice, "Doing okay?"

He flashed a grin. "Never better."

When I began moving my hips, I found that the lube, along with Trey's ability to relax his muscles, made my thrusting almost effortless. He released those now-familiar cries in time with my pumping. All the while, his arms wrapped around me, and I felt the caress of his hands sliding over my back. He lifted his head as I lowered mine; the kiss we shared was fervent and demanding. It made me take him faster, yet I searched his face for any sign of pain. 

"Fuck me!" Trey urged in that desperate voice. "Faster, Nick. I'm close now!"

It felt incredible to let go and claim his ass with such a powerful force. Soon, droplets of my sweat rained down upon him. "I want to feel you come around my dick!" I growled. Though his moans were high-pitched, sounding almost wounded, I knew better. He reached between us to furiously jerk his cock. I loved the way his features drew taut and sharp as his orgasm approached. 

Sucking in a sharp breath, he tensed so fiercely that I felt his muscles tighten around me. "Gonna come!" he managed to shout just before a rope of semen struck his chest. His hand was relentless in stroking his dick, milking it of every drop.

"I'm gonna fill that tight ass!" I was panting, driving myself into Trey balls deep. He gazed up at me in a kind of lust-filled desperation. No turning back now, I knew. I just had to surrender to it.

And I finally did, letting out a labored groan as I violently shuddered. It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced, equal to the one I'd had the night before.

When I was completely spent, I sought out Trey's mouth for a kiss. Suddenly a little embarrassed, I asked him, "Do you mind if I, uh, look at you after I pull out?"

His grin was knowing. "You want to see how you've stretched my ass?" he asked in return, and I could only nod. "Of course, baby. Get a good look at what you've done to my hole with that big cock of yours."

Gently, I pulled out, then moved to kneel between Trey's legs. He lifted them even higher, his palms spreading his buttocks for me. I moaned at the sight of his opening, pink and glistening with remnants of lube. It was so stretched and tender, so well-fucked. My cum slowly seeped out of him. 

"You like that?" he whispered.

Tearing my stare away in order to meet his gaze, I answered, "I fucking love it."

Once I'd grabbed some tissues so that Trey could wipe the semen from his chest, we lay side by side, our breathing returning to normal. Studying his face, I could tell he was a little tired, for his eyelids grew heavy. But when he started to leave the bed, I gently seized his wrist. "Hey. Where do you think you're going?"

He feigned an innocent expression. "Well, the night is no longer young, and neither am I. I figured I'd get dressed and head on home."

"Stay," I quietly insisted.

And he did.

My alarm was set to go off early the next morning, but it was Trey who woke me with his mouth. Beneath the covers, he planted kisses along my belly, then settled between my thighs. That skillful mouth of his took full advantage of my morning wood, and in the heavy shadows of the room, I could just barely make out the movement of his head bobbing up and down as he worked to swallow my dick. 

"Oh, fuck, I could get used to this!" I groaned. "Trey, I'm close."

He sucked me with a vigor that stole my breath. It was as if the man was dying to taste my cum. When I climaxed with a muffled cry, I heard his eager gulps as he swallowed my seed. 

"You always have a nice load for me!" he murmured. Once he'd tossed back the covers, I pulled him to me for a kiss that clearly took him by surprise. Yet he readily returned it, even daring to slide his tongue between my lips.

After that, we saw each other almost every evening. If he had a long day at the office, we'd usually meet for a drink before heading to my apartment. But sometimes we went out to dinner, frequenting out-of-the-way places where neither of us was likely to be recognized. I knew Denise's favorite restaurants and was careful to avoid them. 

We didn't talk of the future; it was an unspoken agreement between us that we had no expectations for each other. This was so new, so vulnerable and full of tenderness. Trey and I didn't want to put unnecessary strain upon it by making demands.

We thought we could go on like that in secret. And for a few months, we did. But one summer evening, everything changed. 

Trey showed up at my apartment a little before seven, when there was still plenty of light left in the sky. We'd planned on going out to dinner, but mutual horniness prevented us from leaving my place. Now, we were on my bed in a sixty-nine position, which wasn't as easy as porn made it look. I was on top, with my palms braced against the mattress, while Trey was beneath me. Whenever I lowered myself downward, my dick slid deep into his throat. I was obviously getting the better end of this deal, because his mouth felt so damn good that I often lost my concentration and let his cockhead slip from my lips. 

"Oh, fuck yeah!" I groaned, unable to resist thrusting into his throat a little. He tapped my thigh as a signal that he needed air, and I was quick to withdraw. It was during those times, when he was catching his breath, that I could fully focus on giving head. Over the course of our relationship, I'd become less tentative about it, even allowing Trey to come in my mouth. He always wanted to share a kiss right afterward, during which he sucked his semen from my tongue. It was a filthy act we both loved. 

That evening, he had me close. Our moans were muffled due to both our mouths being full of cock. I was about to pull off and tell him to get ready for my cum when a knock sounded on my apartment door.

Trey and I froze, as if under some kind of spell. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me while I wondered who had stopped by. The first knock was followed by another, this one more insistent. Easing off the bed, I went to the window and peered through the blinds. I saw my sister's car parked next to mine.

"Shit, it's Denise," I told Trey. "She knows I'm here, and I have to answer or she'll be worried."

I didn't look at him while quickly dressing in jeans and a T-shirt. My erection had waned to the point of giving me only mild discomfort, and I hurried down the hallway, trying to come up with an excuse that would send Denise away. 

When I unlocked and opened the door, she didn't greet me with her usual smile. Instead, she stared up at me in confusion. "Hey, sis!" I spoke in a rush. "I wasn't expecting you, and honestly, I'm not feeling too good right now. I don't want you to catch anything, so..."

"Is that Trey's car parked outside?" Denise pointed toward the lot. 

My anxiety ratcheted up to panic. The situation would end up far worse if I tried to lie to my sister, but I couldn't very well tell her the truth, so I ended up floundering helplessly. "Um, what? I, uh..."

Denise tried to look around me, as if to catch a glimpse of her boss. My attempts to block her view only made her more determined. "Nick, what's going on?" A note of alarm had crept into her voice.

Before I could answer, I saw her eyes grow wide. I looked over my shoulder to find Trey standing in the living room. His clothes were rumpled, and it was clear that he'd hurriedly pulled them on. 

With a heavy sigh, I opened the door wider and asked Denise to come in. She kept looking from me to Trey in disbelief. 

"Hello, Denise," Trey greeted her with a faint smile. 

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

I glanced at Trey, clueless as to how to handle this. He was quick to come to my rescue. "Nick and I have been seeing each other for a few months," he revealed. Denise's mouth dropped open. "It started that evening he joined us for drinks. After he and I saw you off, I, uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "I invited him back to my place. He and I had a few more drinks, and one thing led to another."

It was difficult to hide my own astonishment. I realized Trey was rewriting history for my sister's benefit. In his retelling, our first encounter occurred after her promotion; he didn't want her to think I had anything to do with that. And he also made himself the sole pursuer, when I was the one who'd invited him back to my apartment that night. I felt such a rush of warmth toward the man that it was all I could do not to reach for his hand.

"Holy shit!" Denise shrieked. "But... aren't you straight? You were married to a woman before." Turning to me, she added, "And I know you're straight. Or at least I thought I did."

I merely shrugged, still unsure of what to say. Again, it was Trey who answered. "Since my divorce," he told Denise, "I've decided not to get hung up on labels. And I'm reluctant to talk about falling in love. The end of a marriage makes one far more hesitant in that regard." His gaze met mine. "But I know that being with Nick makes me happy. Happier than I've been in a long time. And I hope I'm able to make him happy as well."

My voice was quiet and full of tenderness as I said, "You do, Trey."

He gave me an affectionate smile before turning back to Denise. "And I promise you that this won't affect our working relationship in any way. Still, I'm glad you'll be able to join me and Nick for dinner or a movie. I'm fond of you both, and I love it when the three of us spend time together."

Denise still looked a bit dumbfounded, but she rushed to respond. "I'm very surprised, of course, but all I want is for my brother to be happy." She beamed at me, her expression so loving that it brought tears to my eyes. "It's obvious he's happy with you, Trey. And," she went on with a giggle, "it's obvious I've interrupted something, so I'll get on out of here. Let's do dinner tomorrow, okay?"

"Absolutely," Trey said, and I quickly nodded.

Denise kissed my cheek, then gave Trey a brief hug before leaving the apartment. The moment the door closed behind her, I let out the breath I'd bottled up in my lungs, and my shoulders slumped in relief. 

Closing the short distance between us, Trey said, "I think she took that very well."

"She did," I agreed while drawing him close. "And that's all because of you, you charmer. But be prepared for twenty questions at dinner tomorrow."

Trey laughed. "Thanks for the warning." Pressing a hand against my cheek, he murmured, "Say it again, Nick."

I cupped that perfect ass of his and gave it a squeeze. "Say what?" 

"Say that I make you happy."

Gazing into his eyes, I said, "You make me very happy. And very horny."

"Mmm, my favorite combination." Trey kissed my mouth, his lips deceptively gentle. Then he whispered, "Let's go back to the bedroom. You and I have unfinished business."