Another annual Thanksgiving dinner with the staff and their families had gone off without a hitch. Having gotten my driver's license in the summer and a truck of my own -- with the license plate "Ryan 81" -- meant I could do most of the shopping without a lot of help. I did get a lot of help from Tracer and Janet, as Mrs. Hansen now required me to call her.
Christmas was fast approaching and I had no clue what to get either Dad or Tracer. I had thought long and hard, but so far I had come up empty on ideas. Clothing and tack were two old standbys but I wanted to find something new and different to get them. I spent a little time on the Internet trying to see if I could find anything. No luck. I did have three more weeks to go; I'd fall back to the familiar if nothing else panned out.
Christmas was on a Thursday this year and school was going to let out at the end of Monday. I'd have off until the second of January. The phone rang one evening late and I grabbed it.
"Hi, this is Shirley. Is this Ryan?"
"Yes, Ma'am, good to hear from you. Do you want to speak to Tracer?" I replied.
"In a moment, how are things going for you, Ryan?" she asked.
"Well, thanks. School is good; work here on the farm is good. The only thing going wrong is trying to figure out Christmas presents but I will work that out."
"I'm sure you will. Let me ask you, do you think your Dad and Tracer would mind if the boys and I come for a short visit after Christmas?"
"Mind? I'm sure they would love it."
"Wonderful, let me talk to your Dad and Tracer then."
"Hold on a second." I put my hand over the phone and yelled, "Dad, Tracer, pick up a phone!"
"Hello," I heard from both of them.
"Hello to you both," Shirley responded. "I was talking to Ryan and he said you two might not mind if the boys and I came to visit after Christmas."
"Not at all," I heard Dad respond.
"That would be great, Mom," Tracer added.
I hung up the phone at that point. Later as I was in my room getting ready for bed, Dad stopped by and told me that they would arrive on Saturday the twenty-seventh and leave on New Year's Day. He wanted to know if the boys could bunk with me so that Tracer's Mom could have the guest bedroom.
"That's fine Dad. It won't be for too long and you know I get along with both of them."
"We'll pull one of the twin beds out of the guest room and put it in yours for you. Patrick and Will can share the double bed."
"That's fine, Dad. No worries."
I gave up on the `great ideas' for Christmas and got Dad and Tracer clothing and tack. I guess I'm not a creative thinker in that regards. I wrapped everything up and hid them under the bed in my room.
The Saturday before Christmas, Tracer and I took the ATV out into the woods and selected a tree for the house. We had a lot of fir trees at the edge of the woods. We spent most of Sunday decorating the tree.
Christmas morning we awoke to a pleasant surprise. During the night it had started snowing and now the entire area was covered with about an inch of snow. We took care of the horses and went back into the house for breakfast and presents. This year there were no big surprises, just a lot of nice things.
After the presents were opened and we had cleaned up all the mess we'd made opening them, I suggested that we head out for a ride in the snow. Tracer and Dad gave me skeptical looks but I pushed the issue a bit.
We all bundled up and off we went. I think once we were on the trails, Tracer's and Dad's attitudes had a change.
"Ryan, I'm glad you convinced us to go out riding. The snow isn't coming down all that hard and it's really pretty out here," Tracer commented.
"You did have a good idea," Dad added.
We rode in silence pretty much the rest of the time. When we got back to the house, the answering machine was blinking. I hit the button to play the message: "Guys, this is Shirley. Merry Christmas, y'all. Call me back when you get this."
Tracer called his Mom and wished her and the boys each a Merry Christmas. After he got off the phone, he informed us that Patrick would not be coming -- his girlfriend's family had invited him to go skiing at Ober Gatlinburg in eastern Tennessee. It would just be Will coming with her.
They arrived early Saturday afternoon and I helped Mrs. Klein get her bags into the guest room. Will carried his stuff up to my room. She and Will had gifts for all of us and of course we had gifts for them. They would take Patrick's gifts back with them.
After the gift exchange, Will wanted to go riding. Everyone else declined our suggestion to ride, though Mrs. Klein did look a bit interested. She said it had been far too long since she'd been on a horse.
Will and I walked out to the stables and saddled up. We chose the longer trail which now continued all the way through the Pittston farm and back.
We talked a lot about school; Will added a number of comments about Patrick's girlfriend. I asked Will who he was dating.
"Nobody at the moment," he replied. "What about you?"
"Same, man; no one. Single and free is what I tell all my buddies."
After the ride, as we entered the kitchen I discovered that Mrs. Klein had taken over the kitchen duties and was fixing some of Tracer's favorite foods. Will and I went upstairs to clean up. As we stripped down I noticed that he stole looks at me, a lot like I did of him. He grabbed a quick shower in my bath while I put all the dirty clothing in the hamper. Once he came out, I went in to get my shower. Clean and neat, we joined the others for dinner and then Will and I played PlayStation games until bedtime.
Having Tracer's Mom in the kitchen meant neither Tracer nor I had to worry about cooking or cleanup duties. The farm was closed the following Monday, but I still had my usual morning chores. We spent time around the house during the remainder of the day. Late in the afternoon, I found Will in the den playing on the PlayStation with Tracer.
"How about you and I go get pizza and leave the `adults' to themselves."
"I'd hardly call Tracer an `adult'," Will commented with a snort. "But pizza does sound good."
I told Dad, and Will told his Mom of our plans. Both were fine with it so we took off. We ordered a large pepperoni pizza and found a table in a far corner of the place. With the holidays in progress, the place was deserted. We talked more about school, sports and PlayStation.
After the pizza was delivered to our table and drinks were refilled we talked quietly about a few random topics. Will looked serious and asked, "What about your Dad and Tracer? What do you think of that?"
"I'm fine with it dude, they're obviously in love with each other. It's been over a year since they met and they don't fight - that I hear."
"Do you hear, ummmm... do you hear them at night?" Will blushed as he asked.
"Yeah, once in a while they get really loud. I just turn on some music to drown it out."
"You ever told them to be quieter?"
"No, I figure that would embarrass them as much or more than me!"
"Does your brother being gay bother you?" I asked.
"No. Not now. When Dad told us three years ago, I think Patrick and I were both a little freaked out. Having time to think about it and just really missing him, we both realized he's still our brother."
"That's good. It was a little weird when Dad told me. But I figured I'd adjust and I did. Now I really don't think about it -- except when they get too loud!"
Will almost fell out of his chair from laughing so hard.
"So, what about you? I know you're not dating now; anyone of interest?" Will asked.
"No. Between the farm and school I keep so busy I just don't pay any attention to it. I guess it will happen when it does," I responded.
"That sounds like me," Will replied. "Patrick always seems to be dating. I was surprised he came up here last summer because he had to leave his girl. But he dumped her and picked up a new one when school started."
"He seems to move from girl to girl pretty easily. I'm just awkward around them."
"They say you'll grow into it eventually."
"I guess, maybe."
The conversation drifted into other directions at that point. After we finished off the pizza we rode over to the Ice Cream Bar. After we finished the cones, I drove us around town for a while so we could see the Christmas decorations. It was pretty late when we pulled up to the house and other than the back light and a light on in the kitchen it was dark. We entered quietly and tiptoed up to the bedroom.
As we had the first two nights, we stripped down to our skivvies and climbed into bed. I woke up about two a.m. to find Will snuggled up against my back. He had one arm wrapped over my shoulder. It was comfortable and I just closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. When I woke up at six a.m. we were in the same position.
"Hey, Sleepyhead," I heard Will say. He didn't really move away from me.
"Morning," I responded. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, amazingly well."
I rolled over to face him. As I got face-to-face with him, he moved forward and kissed me. It was just a light peck. I kissed him the same way back.
We stared at each other with a bit of awkward surprise. "Dude, you OK with that?" Will asked.
"Yeah, I think I am." I replied. He kissed me a bit more deeply. I looked into his eyes and then gave him a deep kiss. He smiled at me and hugged me. As if on the same wavelength we each rolled over and climbed out of bed.
"Hungry?" I asked.
"Starved," he replied.
We padded downstairs to check on breakfast as if nothing had happened. Will helped me clean out the stalls that morning. With the farm closed until the second of January, we got through the chores quickly and then saddled up for a ride. We got down to the creek on the backside of the property, dismounted and tied the horses to a convenient tree branch.
"Hey, about this morning," Will started.
"Dude, it's cool," I replied.
Will looked a little hurt; I walked over close to him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." His reply was soft.
I looked into his eyes, leaned over a bit and kissed him on the lips. I ran my hands through Will's shaggy blonde hair. He pushed up on tiptoes to bridge the nearly two inch gap in our height. As the kiss continued, Will put his arms around me and kept it going strong. After he let go, I looked into his eyes. "That better dude?"
"Yeah," he said shyly. "I wanted to do that last summer a couple times. After I heard that Patrick wasn't coming I figured I'd have a chance to see if you were interested."
"I really hadn't thought much about it. Girls haven't interested me to-date and I figured I was a late bloomer. I guess I took after my Dad more than I thought!"
"Oh shit, Dad's gonna think Tracer `corrupted me'. Shit. Shit. SHIT!"
"Dude, chill. First you just won't tell your Dad now. If there's one thing learned from Tracer, it's that your Dad shouldn't find out till you've turned eighteen."
"If he throws me out I could come live here," Will suggested.
"I'd like that, but honestly it is probably best not to mention it to him. For now, we probably both should keep things quiet till we figure ourselves out more. Hell, this could just be a phase."
"I doubt that."
"I agree, but let's take it slow. All we have done so far is kiss."
"I'd like to do more Ryan." The look in Will's eyes almost begged.
"Saddle up," I said. "I have a brilliant idea!"
Will looked puzzled, but he got on his horse and followed me. About ten minutes later we broke out of the tree-line and rode to the old barn on the Pittston land. We let the horses have the run of the barn and I led Will to the house. I pulled out my keys and let us in.
The house was pretty much empty. Mrs. Pittston had taken all her furniture with her. We kept the heat on in the house at a low level to prevent pipes from freezing.
We both took off our coats and I led Will into the old living room which had wall-to-wall carpeting. We stood facing each other and started kissing again. Our hands roamed over each other as we kept the kissing going. I started unbuttoning Will's shirt. He stopped me and started doing it himself. I followed his cue and stripped down. Naked, we embraced and started kissing again.
As the embrace broke we both used our hands to explore the other's body. I had seen Will naked a few times and half-naked more times than I could count. This time was different; I was examining every detail with both my hands and my eyes.
"Stand still," I commanded. "I want to continue exploring."
Will had lost his summer tan and his pink nipples stood in stark contrast to his skin. There was a small amount of light blonde hair closely circling both of them. I let my hands brush over them a few times and the ends got hard, like little erasers.
I moved my hands down. As a football and baseball jock, Will kept in shape and his efforts had resulted in a set of tight abs. A very light dusting of blonde hair run down the middle of his abs starting just above his belly button and working down to his bush.
I ran my fingers lightly over his navel and Will's stomach twitched. I let my fingers continue down and played a little with his pubes.
Will had an uncut dick, unlike my cut cock. The foreskin was long; however, his dick was straining and the head was just starting to pop out of the skin. I dropped down onto my haunches and looked more closely at the skin. I took his dick firmly in my hands and peeled it back a bit, causing the head to pop out. Will moaned at the attention.
"Stand up. I want a turn," Will's voice sounded insistent.
I stood up and let my arms rest at my sides. Like me, Will started at the top. When he got to my tits, his touch sent shivers through me. They started to stick out, but even more amazing was the fact that my dick jerked with each touch. Like Will's, my tits had only a small amount of hair around them, but in my case, brown in color.
Will ran his hands down my stomach. I did not have the tight, chiseled abs he had. I may be taller, but my lean body did not have as much developed muscle as Will.
Will reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of my dick, obviously comparing our equipment. His hand felt amazing on my cock, no matter what he was doing.
I reached over and took his dick back in my hand. His foreskin slipped over the head of his dick and back. Damn, that was nice -- no lube required for jacking off.
Will started to work my dick, dry, and I winced. "I need a bit of lube, Dude. Without a foreskin or lube, it's a bit rough," I remarked.
Will put his hand up to his mouth and hawked up some spit. The spit eased the friction and each of us started working the other's dick.
"Oh, fuck, Ryan, I'm gonna shoot," Will panted.
"Damn, yeah Man! Me too," I replied.
We both shot big loads onto the carpet, each other's hand milking the last of the cum out of the tips. I leaned over and kissed Will deeply once again.
"That was hot," Will sighed. "But too damn quick!"
"Yeah. More is a good thing. More practice; more experience; more time!"
We cleaned up a bit and headed back to the house. As we road side-by-side, Will looked at me funny.
"What?" I asked.
"More is good, but what more can we do?"
"I don't know, but I know a place where we can find out!" I replied.
"Shit, Dude, we can't ask your Dad or Tracer." Will sounded terrified.
"Naw, we're going to search the Internet. We'll check online after dinner tonight."
We tried to be `normal' at dinner but I think both of us were anxious to explore. Everyone was in the den watching TV after dinner when I mentioned that I wanted to go up and play on the computer. Will joined me a few minutes later.
We got onto Excite and did a few searches. Most of what we wanted to read required a username and password. Finally we found a site that described in detail the things two guys could do together.
"So, Ryan, do you think is the `top'; your Dad or Tracer?" Will asked.
"From what I've heard coming from the room, Dad."
"I'm not sure I could get fucked," Will said defensively.
"I'm not asking you too. I'm not sure I could either. There are a lot of other things I'd like to try with you."
After reading a bit more we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I shut down Netscape and switched over to a computer game.
"Night guys," Dad stuck his head through the door.
"Night Dad, night Tracer, night Mrs. Klein." I said as I looked beyond my Dad into the hallway.
"Night all," Will added.
A chorus of "Nights" rang out from the hallway. I went over to close and lock the door. We stripped down quickly and climbed into bed.
"So what do you want to try?" I asked.
"Hmmmm. Licking," Will grinned wickedly.
I lay on my back and Will stuck out his tongue and licked my chest. He ran his tongue over my stomach and made me jump.
"Ticklish?" he asked.
He continued licking here and there. Finally he licked down to my dick which was hard as a rock. He ran his tongue up the shaft and over the tip, making me shiver.
"Whoa, that felt great. My turn," I stated. "I don't want you too far ahead of me!"
I pushed him over onto his back and started licking his chest and abs. I moved down under his dick and licked on his balls. Finally, after exploring around his body a bit I licked his dick from the base up to the tip. Instead of stopping, I opened my mouth and took his dick into my mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Will moaned.
"Shhhh. Not so loud!" I commanded.
I took the first inch or so of his dick into my mouth and sucked on it. He tapped my shoulders.
"Spin around so I can do this too, like that web site showed."
We got into what the site called a sixty-nine position. Each of us was trying to figure out how to suck cock. Periodically, one of us would gag a bit as we tried to get more into our mouth. Mostly, we were using our mouths on the tip while jacking each other off.
I lifted off Will's dick for a second. "I'm not too good at this, but I'm willing to practice!"
"I can't take more than an inch or two of you without choking. I wonder what the trick is to taking more?" Will asked.
"I guess we need to read, learn and practice," I replied.
We both returned to trying to suck, but we kept gagging as we tried to suck on more than a portion of each others' dicks.
"Flip back up this way, Will. We'll practice sucking later."
Will put his head on the pillow next to mine. I reached over and took hold of his spit-slicked dick and started jacking. He followed suit.
Will turned his head and started kissing me. I leaned into the kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth.
I broke off the kiss as I got close. "I'm gonna shoot," I warned.
"Me too, Man," Will sounded ready.
We shot in close succession with cum flowing across each others' chests.
I used a couple of fingers to scoop a bit of my cum off Will's chest. "Salty, I like it."
Will leaned forward and licked a blob of cum off my tit. "Yeah, it is salty. I wonder if it's really different from guy to guy."
"I don't know. We should check the web."
"We can do that tomorrow," Will replied. "Right now, I think we need to sleep."
We lay there for a few moments relaxing. Will turned so we were face to face and kissed me deeply and then rolled into my arms. We fell asleep tangled up together.
I woke up about four a.m. I was a bit cold on my back but warm on my front. Will's body pushed up close to my front had kept me from getting cold. I reached down as best as I could without disturbing him and pulled the covers over us.
I woke up at six a.m. and Will was still in my arms. He stirred a bit and gave me a peck on the lips.
"Good morning," his voice was soft.
"Good morning," I replied. "Sleep well?"
"Yes, second night in a row that I've slept soundly."
We found every reason to spend all of Tuesday and Wednesday together. We continued a bit of mutual exploration. The web provided inspiration and the other house gave us lots of opportunities.
Wednesday night, Mrs. Klein made a great New Year's Eve dinner and then we sat around and watched Dick Clark count down to the New Year. Dad pulled out a bottle of champagne and handed both Will and me a glass. Mrs. Klein's only comment was a slight nod of acceptance.
As the noise rang out of the television, Dad held up his glass, "A toast -- to love, family and friends; may we always enjoy good times together!"
"Cheers!" came from all of us and we sipped the champagne a bit.
Tracer held up his glass, "A toast -- to love both old and enduring and new and budding." As he said this toast he looked over at Will and me, standing side-by-side, and winked. I caught it, but Will must have missed it. As we lay in bed that night, I decided not to mention it to Will at this point. No need to worry him if I was wrong.
After Will and his Mom left the next morning, Tracer asked me to help him with a couple things in the stables. Dad indicated he was going to check on a few things in the office and would see us back in the house in a little while.
"What help do you need," I asked Tracer.
"Not help really, but I have a question. It may be none of my business, but I want to ask it anyway."
I decided to beat him to the punch. "Yes, your Brother and I had sex."
"Oh, shit. That's what I thought, but I wanted to make sure."
"How did you figure it out?" I asked.
Tuesday night after everyone went to bed, I got the munchies. I heard you two as I passed your bedroom going to the kitchen.
"Shit, do you think your Mom heard us?"
"I doubt it. She's a heavy sleeper. I could barely hear it, but once I heard a noise I got closer to your door and eavesdropped. She would've had to have her ear to the wall on the opposite side from the bed."
"So, Ryan, why haven't you told your Dad or me about being gay?"
"To be honest, Tracer, I didn't know myself. Things have been building -- little cracks in the shell I guess. But with Will, the shell just split wide open. He told me I was his first as well."
"I'm happy for you. Are you going to tell your Dad?"
"Yeah, I will. Mind being there when I do?"
"Why do you want me there?"
"Since you already know, it will be easier having someone there with me. He may be my `gay' Dad, but he doesn't know about his `gay' son yet."
"I'm there for you when you're ready."
"Thanks!" I hugged him.
I thought about things for a few days. I wasn't in a hurry to talk with Dad about it. Finally in mid-January at dinner I decided it was time.
"Dad?" I started.
"Yeah, Ryan, what's up?"
I looked over at Tracer as he took a sip of his tea. He saw the look in my eyes and almost choked.
"Dad, I wanted to tell you something."
"Yes?" His tone was suddenly serious.
"I think I'm gay."
"What?" It came out in a stunned yell. His tone returned to a more normal level. "How did you come to decide this?"
"I've never had any real interest in girls," I put in.
"That could simply mean you're a late bloomer. Just because Tracer and I are gay, you don't have to emulate that."
"OK, how about having sex with Will when he was here after Christmas."
Dad, who had taken a drink of tea, spewed it out across the table. "You had sex with Who?"
"I had sex with Will several times while he was here. He was my first and I was his."
"Erik, just sit and be calm for a minute," Tracer interjected. "They were exploring. Nothing more."
Dad turned to Tracer. "You knew about this? You didn't tell me?"
"Yes, I found out about it and confirmed my suspicions after Will left. I didn't tell you because Ryan asked me not to. He wanted time to really think about things before broaching it with you."
"Like Father, like Son I guess. Good taste, too; Will is a handsome young man. I guess a gay Dad can't be too upset about having a gay Son."
"Not at all," I ended.
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