I quietly moved away so I didn't give it away I'd overheard them. It made me incredibly horny. I went home and tore Pete's clothes off and told him al... about it. For a couple of weeks after this Pete would get me all hot and then start whispering scenarios to me. In the end he told me of I wanted to have some fun then to do it.Once a month many of us from the office go for a drink on the Friday night straight after work. One of the guys Phil had asked me before if I needed a lift to work. He smiles and follows me to my room. We get inside and lock the door. With the lights off he gets naked I respond with getting on my knees and begin sucking his cock again. Sucking on his cock he holds my head and Bobs my head up and down his hard cock. He presums so much I have to swallow. He pulls me up and begins kissing me. We romantically kiss as his hands make their way to ass. With both his hands cupped on my ass he pulls me tight against him. He begins pulling off my shirt and it falls. Thenervous energy meets in your belly, causing pandemonium, as ifyour internal organs were playing musical chairs in your pelvis. You are tossing you bagged head, moaning, straining at thewires which bind you, sweating, on the edge of an orgasm, whenthe tongue stops, leaving you frustrated and angry. How darethey! The nipple pinching stops, and you feel a warm hard bodyclimbing onto you. "No, Angelo. You got AIDS. You go last." A shiver of horror erases the lust you felt seconds. He was the one who was more conservitive, studied hard, loved money, was involved in some groups, such as Chess, Theology study, and he went to church often. I on the other hand. was more of the artsy type. I always wore black and a lot of my time was spent alone painting, drawing, art was my only release for expression. Not much has changed for me, I am still very much like that. Even though we were different, we got along better then most siblings did at that age. We were both more mature.