Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2000 11:35:02 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 59 of One Big Happy Family Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com. Chapter Fifty Nine Everyone was so excited when we got home, no one could even think about sleeping. We hadn't stayed for Kenny's band to play, and Jimmy was also extremely happy about that. He had found Kenny in his dressing room and made sure that he knew we were leaving early. Paul and BD went with him to make sure there wasn't any trouble. I finally got everyone to go to bed at 1:30. We all had plenty to do in the next two weeks, and I wanted to start tomorrow morning. I took Tim and Tom to bed with me, Robbie and Phill were in Robbie's old bedroom, Ed and Isaiah in Ed's, Paul and Jimmy were in Jimmy's new bedroom in the basement, and Brian and Nate were in the bedroom next door. Even with the two new bedrooms that we had just added, we still didn't have enough room. Time to think about a new house whenever we get a break from touring. As Brian and Nate started getting undressed, Nate kept rotating his head and stretching out his back muscles. "Your back hurting again, Nate?" Brian asked. "Yeah, neck and back. I don't have any idea why. BD lifted all the heavy stuff tonight. I must have sprained something last week," Nate answered. "You want me to give you another massage?" Brian asked hopefully. "You don't mind?" Nate asked. "No, not at all. We are friends, and I always try and help out my friends," Brian answered. "Well, it did help last time," Nate said. "OK, then. Hurry up and finish getting undressed and I give you my best effort," Brian said, taking off his pants. Nate quickly removed the rest of his clothes, making sure that his back was always to Brian. Nate was naturally shy, but he was also already getting excited about having Brian massage his back again. Soon, both boys were down to their boxers and Nate sat down on the bed facing away from Brian. Brian came up close as he could behind Nate once more, and started on his neck and shoulders. Neither said anything. Both were quite tense. But, both let the tension they were feeling drain from their bodies as something else kept on rising. And it wasn't their blood pressure!!! (Blood did have something to do with it, though!!! hehehehe) Brian had scooted up as close to Nate as he could get and still continue the massage. "Oh, God, that feels good," Nate said. "Is it helping your back?" Brian asked. "Yeah, it feels lots better but don't stop yet, OK?" Nate asked. "I won't. I am kind of enjoying it, too," Brian said. "You are?" Nate asked, and turned to look at Brian over his shoulder. Brian blushed when he understood what he had said. "Yeah, I guess I am. Nate, don't get mad at me for telling you this, but I get kind of, uhm, God, how do I say this? I get kind of, uhm, excited when I give you a massage," Brian said softly. "You do?" Nate asked, shocked. "Yeah," Brian said, looking down and avoiding Nate's eyes. "I mean, I'm not gay or anything, like the rest of the guys. At least I sure didn't think so until I met you. It's hard to explain," Brian said, as he blushed harder. "I guess I understand. I get excited, too, when you give me a massage," Nate confessed. "You do?" Brian asked loudly, looking up at Nate. "Yeah." "You are excited right now?" "Yeah," Nate said softly. "I don't believe you. Let me see," Brian said, as he moved his legs on each side of Nate's body, scooted up, and put his left arm around Nate's body, pulling his back up against his chest. His left hand was resting across Nate's upper chest, with his fingers close to Nate's right nipple. Nate didn't resist, and Brian heard him sigh deeply as he did this. Brian could easily see the head and part of the shaft of Nate's penis sticking out from the slit in his boxers. Brian had a big decision to make. He looked over at Nate, who had his eyes closed, with his head resting against Brian's shoulder. He made his decision quickly. He reached around Nate's body with his right hand and grabbed Nate's hard penis. Nate gasped, but did not attempt to move. His eyes did fly open, but he didn't look over at Brian, who now had his chin resting on Nate's right shoulder. He looked down, where Brian's hand was now stroking up and down on the shaft of his penis. "Oh. Uh. That feels. That feels so good," Nate said shakily. Brian was also feeling good. His hard penis was trapped between Nate's back and his stomach. As he continued to stimulate Nate, he rubbed up and down on Nate's back, making himself feel good, too. He quickly released Nate, brought his hand up to his mouth, and spit into his hand. He immediately went back and took Nate into his hand once more. Not the best lubricant that you can have, but certainly better than nothing. (Actually, it works pretty good - hehehehe) Brian started to rub and pinch Nate's right nipple with his other hand. Nate moaned and laid back more against Brian's body. He was clearly enjoying what Brian was doing for him, and was not trying to resist in the slightest. Brian just grinned as he looked down at him, as Nate was now almost laying in his arms. Brian needed some more saliva, but before he did, he reached over and unsnapped the top button on Nate's boxers, pulling them open and exposing Nate's pubic hair. He quickly spit into his hand again, and returned to what he was doing. Nate moaned again and laid down even more in Brian's arms. He was now almost half way from sitting up to totally laying down on his back. Brian speeded up his strokes, and he felt Nate tense. Nate's penis throbbed in his hand, and then Nate started coming and yelled out as he did. Nate's cum landed all over the place. On his stomach, on the sheet, on his boxers, everywhere. Nate went limp from the impact of his orgasm, and Brian gently laid him down and went to the door to their bedroom. He looked out and did not see Paul or Jimmy, so he quickly ran to the bathroom and got a hand towel. He ran back and cleaned up the mess as best he could. Nate was still out like a light. Brian got into bed, turned out the light, and slipped his arm under Nate's head, pulling him close to him. What the Hell? He might as well sleep close to Nate for the rest of the night. Nate was going to hate him in the morning, and would never sleep in the same bed with him again, anyway. What had made him take such a big risk in the first place? Brian wouldn't sleep very well for the rest of the night. (Ok, Brian and Nate, this was for you. I know it wasn't exactly how your first time happened, but hope you enjoyed it. Maybe you can re-enact the scene!!! Keith, Mark, and Alex said they might try and re-enact what I wrote about them. Might be fun!!! Hehehehe) **************************** Nate woke up first. His face was inches from Brian's, and he almost jerked himself away before he remembered what had happened last night. His arm was across Brian's chest and stomach. Brian was still in deep sleep. Nate raised up slightly, and stared at Brian's face. Brian was a good looking guy, and Nate found himself thinking that for the first time. Damn!!! What was happening to him? He wasn't gay!! Was he??? If he was, how could that have happened??? In any case, Nate started to run his hand lightly across Brian's chest and stomach. He was just curious. Brian woke up and felt Nate's hand rubbing across his stomach. "That feels really good, Nate," Brian said softly. Nate pulled his hand away like he had touched a live electric wire and sat up quickly. "I'm sorry, Brian," he said. "There isn't anything for you to be sorry about. Especially after what I did last night," Brian answered. Nate turned and looked at him. "Don't worry about last night. I enjoyed it. It felt really good." "You aren't mad at me?" Brian asked softly. "No, why should I be?" Nate answered, smiling a little bit. "Well, I really don't what made me do it. I was just going to give you a massage like the previous time, and things kind of got out of control, I guess," Brian said, also smiling. "We don't ever have to do that again, unless you want to." "I might want to. I just need to think about it, OK?" Nate asked. "Sure. I think we both need some time to think about what happened. You want to shower first, or me?" Brian asked. "You can go first. I think I just want to lie in bed for a few more minutes," Nate answered. "OK. I'll be back in a few minutes," Brian said, as he got up and walked over to his bag. He got out a fresh pair of boxers and walked out of the room towards the bathroom. Nate watched him go, as lots of new thoughts raced through his head. **************************** The two weeks went quickly for the boys, and even quicker for me. I had more to do than I could ever hope to fit into two weeks. Nate's family was set to move immediately after the tour started. I had hired a tutor named Mr. James, and we had selected a bus driver named Jason. Mr. James had very impressive credentials, but seemed very stuffy. Jason was 21, and was a very big man, standing 6'2" and a little over 300 pounds. He looked like he could double as our bodyguard if we ever needed one. We all hoped that would never be necessary. Mike had insisted that we all join a national health club where we had a personal trainer making sure we all hurt the next day after working out. And everyone was working out, even Nate, Brian, Tim and Tom. Nate and Brian were both kind of funny the first several workouts. I had bought everyone work out clothes, jocks, and warm up suits, but they were both clearly nervous when it came time to change clothes next to us. Taking a shower afterwards was even more stressful for them. I just figured they needed some time to understand none of us cared what they looked like and wouldn't ever try anything with them. Straight people have some funny concepts about gays, you know? What I didn't understand was they were nervous about being naked around each other, not us. They couldn't stop themselves from sneaking peaks at each other's naked bodies, and even were caught by each other a couple of times looking at each other. Each time, both blushed hard and immediately turned away from each other. Everyone was spending as much time with their families as possible before the tour started, so almost every night it was just Paul, Jimmy, Ed, and myself. Robbie stayed over a few nights when his mother was working, but she even took off for four days so they could have twelve days in a row together. Everyone was happy about the tour, but saddened that they would be away from their parents for so long. I had found a long term storage garage for both vehicles, and had finally made piece with my editor. She was really upset when I told him my plans for the next six months, and I had to promise to keep her updated regularly on how my writing was progressing. Editors can be more like mothers than business partners some times when it comes to publishing a novel. Everyone was packed and ready a day early. All of our equipment had been loaded into a trailer, so the boys couldn't even practice any more. Mike had handled all the travel reservations, and we were as ready as we could possibly be. Robbie and I dropped off both cars, and Mike picked us up and took us home. We were having one last cook out with all the parents before we left the next morning. Mike wanted to cater it, but all the parents wanted to bring their son's favorite dish, so all I had to do was cook the meat. The evening was over way too quickly for everyone, and many tears were shed before everyone left for the night. We had to be up early the next morning, so all the boys were spending the night here. ****************************** "Man, I can't wait. I am so excited about the tour," Brian said, as he and Nate undressed. "Ow." "What happened?" Nate asked. "My shoulder muscles are just sore from working out at the gym. I just stretched something taking off my t-shirt, and it pulled," Brian answered, wincing. "Well, why don't I return the massage that you have given me before? Maybe I can work out some of the soreness," Nate said. "Ok by me," Brian said, as he stepped out of his pants and sat down on the bed. "It hurts more in front than in back, though." "OK, well, I will just start on your back and then you can lie down and I will work on your front muscles. OK?" Nate asked. "Sure. Thanks," Brian answered. "No problem," Nate said, as he also removed his pants. Brian sat down on the bed facing away from Nate, and Nate started the massage, concentrating mostly on Brian's shoulder muscles. He then worked his way further down his back, as Brian slumped down towards the bed from the effort Nate was putting into his massage. "That feels great, Nate," Brian said. "I'm glad," Nate said, as he went back to work on his shoulders, making him straighten up once more. After a few minutes of working on Brian's shoulders, Nate said, "OK, why don't you lie down so I can do the front of your shoulders. "OK," Brian said, as he stretched out on the bed. Nate sat down cross legged next to him. It was impossible for him not to notice the big tent in the front of Brian's boxers. Brian also noticed that Nate was in the same condition before he quickly turned his head and shut his eyes. Nate started working on his front shoulder muscles, and Brian let out a small moan. "Is that too hard?" Nate asked. "No, that's fine. It feels really good. Keep doing it," Brian answered. Nate continued on his shoulders and then worked on each arm. Brian's arms were showing that he had been working out hard the last two weeks. Nate then started massaging Brian's chest without even thinking about what he was doing. He had started on Brian's back shoulders and then massaged down his back, so that is what he did with Brian's front. Before he knew it, he was massaging Brian's stomach and Brian was breathing hard and moaning a little bit. Nate looked up at Brian, who had moved an arm over his eyes. Brian was clearly enjoying what Nate was doing. Since he knew Brian couldn't see him, he was able to stare closely at the tent that was sticking out in Brian's boxers. He was now massaging Brian's lower stomach and his strokes even were going over the band of Brian's boxers. Nate took one more look at Brian's arm covering his face, then back to his boxers, and let his hand travel over the material of the boxers till his hand went around Brian's hard penis. Brian moaned loudly, but didn't tell Nate to stop. Brian slowly started to rub up and down through the boxers, and Brian was now making more sounds. Nate decided if he was going to do this for Brian, he might as well do it the best he could, so he tapped on each side of Brian's hips, and said "Lift up." Brian lifted his hips off the bed as he had been told, and Nate pulled the boxers down to his knees. He immediately returned his hand to Brian's shaft, and looked up to see Brian grinning at him. "That feels awesome, Nate," Brian said. Nate just blushed a little bit, and then smiled back. He got off the bed and ran over to the suitcase he had with him. "What are you doing. Don't stop," Brian said. "I'm not going anywhere," Nate answered, as he opened the suitcase and got out a plastic container of hand cream, showing it to Brian. Brian's smile just got bigger, and he kicked off his boxers completely. Nate climbed back in bed next to Brian, and put some of the hand cream in his right palm. "You have dry hands, do you?" Brian kidded. Nate looked up and grinned. "I don't think so, Tim," he said, giving his best Home Improvement impersonation, as he reached for Brian once more. The cream made his hand slide up and down much easier, and Brian moaned in appreciation. Nate started off slowly, like he liked to do to himself, but as Brian's sighs and moans became more frequent, so did his hand motions. It wasn't very long, and Brian tensed, and then shot all over his stomach and chest. He lay there trying to get himself back under control, as Nate went to the bathroom and returned with a roll of toilet tissue. A towel would have been better, but with his parents and younger sister moving in tomorrow, he didn't want to take any chances, even if he would be gone when they got here. He cleaned up Brian as good as he could, and then looked up to see Brian staring at him with a grin on his face. "Thanks. That was great. Lots better than a massage," Brian said. Nate just smiled back at him, and giggled. "Well, you said we didn't have to do this any more if I didn't want to. I decided I wanted to. That's why I brought the hand cream." Brian and Nate laughed together, and then Brian asked, "You want me to return the favor?" Nate just grinned and nodded his head yes. They traded places and Nate immediately raised his hips off the bed without being asked. Brian just grinned and pulled Nate's boxers completely off. One of the first maintenance jobs Nate's father had to accomplish when they moved in the next day was to take a snake to the trap in the toilet downstairs. It seems that there was a huge blockage in the drain, and the toilet wouldn't flush. He had no idea that the blockage was caused by a huge ball of toilet tissue that Nate had flushed down the toilet earlier the previous night. Not before he and Brian each had several turns each, though. They ended up sleeping in each other's arms, and were considerably better friends from that point on. 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