Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2007 12:44:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER LEAVES FOR COLLEGE ....part 1 of 2    by Donny Mumford

Oliver telling his story.......

For most of my life people have been telling me how
smart I am and I guess in school work I am smart.  My
grades have been pretty much "A" all twelve years of
public education and those grades, plus my SAT scores,
plus my "special circumstance" were good enough to get
me a full academic scholarship to a top Ivy League
school,  The University Of Pennsylvania.  I'll be
there in less than two weeks, a university freshman.
Can't wait really..... and I'm not the least bit
worried about doing well in the academic part of it
either.  No sweat.

I worry about some things though because, aside from
being able to figure out math problems and being able
to remember a bunch of dates and names and formulas
and the like for school, aside from that...  I'm dumb.
 I'm dumb about common sense and I'm dumb about street
smarts and relationships and all kinds of stuff about
life....plus, I'm gay and in the closet,  that
complicates everything even more.

My first reaction whenever something unexpected
happens is to stutter when I try to say something and
that's what I was doing within ten seconds of entering
my brother's  condo in Seattle, Washington.  You see,
I thought I'd surprise him by coming all the way
across the country for an unannounced visit.  We are
wicked tight, Christian and me, and I was expecting
him to make the biggest fuss over me... hugging and
kissing me and spoiling me by taking me to expensive
restaurants and buying me some expensive gifts, a
Rolex watch perhaps.... and things like that.
Christian makes a lot of money developing cumputer
games.  He's brilliant in math and very creative too,
which apparently is just what ya need to be in that
field. Hell, he bought me a Mini Cooper S convertible
when I graduated high school...so you see what I mean.
 Rich, like that.

But,  as soon as I stepped into the foyer of his
expensive, elegant condo my jaw dropped open and right
after my jaw dropped open I started stuttering.
Here's why...  First off, Christian didn't answer the
door.  Someone I'd never seen before in my life
answered the door.  Someone that Christian would call
"Daddy".  This Daddy guy is very large.  I'd guess
he's about six feet, six inches tall with a very
athletic build, about thirty years old.  His hair was
cut Marine boot-camp short but he made up for that in
the hair department with thick, furry hair all over
the rest of his body.

The reason I could tell he had thick, furry hair all
over his body is simple.... the only thing Daddy was
wearing was a leather thong and it was a very small
leather thong at that.  He did have some thin metal
rings in his earlobes and nipples... and some small
studs in the side of each nostril and some sort of
needle through each eyebrow, but all those piercings
didn't cover-up much of him.  His really large balls
were easily visible on either side of the little thong
and the impression his cock made from inside that
fine-leather thong left very little to the
imagination.

As soon as most people laid eyes on this strange
"Daddy" person they would have immediately backed-out
the same door they'd just come in, but not me.  I
don't process real life as well as I do a geometric
equation.  In real life I spend a lot of time trying
to make sense out of impossibly complex situations and
circumstances.  For example, Daddy, said to me,
"You're early!" as if he were expecting me, but no one
knew I was coming.  Then he called out to someone
upstairs indicating that "Chrissie" should give
somebody named Felix a nice tip because this "chicken"
is choice, or something to that effect.  Instead of
getting the hell out of there, while I still could, I
frowned and tried to figure out what this could mean
and how it could possibly involve me and Christian.

I was confused even more when I heard my brother's
unmistakable voice from upstairs ask Daddy if he,
Christian, should take his shower while Daddy would
"do" me, or should my brother skip his shower and come
down stairs right now and join us?  That last choice
was the one I liked the best, by the way...  but I
didn't get to vote.  I didn't "get" any of it
actually.  So, my goddamn stuttering took over.  The
stuttering didn't last long though because Daddy,
moving as quick as a cat, twirled me around by my
shoulders and squeezed me up against his hairy body
with my back against his chest.   He had one arm
around my waist and the other hairy arm around my
neck, under my chin.  He mumbled to himself, "Might as
well get started right now."

I was shocked to find myself in this position, to say
the least.... but a flicker of a thought from long ago
swept through my conscious mind.  I remember feeling
similar thick chest hairs on the back of my neck and
under my chin earlier this summer.  It was when my 21
year old next door neighbor, Edward, had grabbed me
the same way this Daddy person grabbed me.  Both Daddy
and Edward are extremely hairy individuals.

I'd dropped my satchel during Daddy's quick assault so
both my hands were free to assist in my escape.  I
used them to try to pry Daddy's furry arm away from my
neck, but he casually rounded up my arms and pinned
them to my side with his free arm, the one that had
been around my waist...he did it so easily it was
disturbing. I began a frantic and spastic effort to
get lose.  Unperturbed, Daddy shouted up to my
brother, "Take a quick shower like you were going to.
I'll get our playmate here cleaned-up and situated
just right down in the playroom.  He's cute and
feisty."

Just a fraction of a second before I could shout-out
for help, Daddy cupped his hand over my mouth and
leaned his head down to moistly say in my ear, "Stop
squirming around, boy.  I like my boys docile.  Didn't
Felix tell you anything?"  Daddy's voice was very deep
and he spoke without haste...like he had all day.
Also like he was use to being paid attention to. After
telling me he liked his boys docile he dragged his
tongue along the side of my face, from my cheek to my
forehead.  Then he did it again.  I kicked my feet
against his shins,  but with sneakers on I did no
damage to this mountain of a man.

I tried to move my head away from that hand on my
mouth to avoid more large spongy tongue action.... and
also so maybe I could tell him who I was.  My movement
resulted in a long hissing sound coming out of Daddy.
Then he pinched my nostrils closed with his thumb and
index finger.  Now I couldn't speak or breathe.  I
tried energetically to get free, but Daddy was much
too big and strong.  All I could feel on the back of
my neck and on my bare arms and legs was Daddy's hairy
body.  I thought, "Gross!".

He casually leaned down again and in that deep,
hypnotic voice slowly said, "I told you, Daddy likes
his boys docile.  Shhhh, be still boy.  Calm down and
stop struggling or I'll keep your air pinched off
until you pass-out.  It's all the same to me, but if
you pass-out you'll have a bad headache when you come
to.  Now, calm down now you cute thing."  These
instructions were followed by a long wet kiss near my
mouth...his five o'clock shadow was like a wire brush
against my skin. He nuzzled his nose under my chin on
my neck and I heard him inhale deeply a few times,
smelling me....more scrapes from his stiff wire beard.

The fondling and the scratchy beard was of small
concern to me by now, however, because I needed air so
badly  I could feel myself drifting off as the feeling
of panic began to really set in.  With all the will
power I could muster I made myself fight off the panic
and stay still in his arms.  After a couple of seconds
Daddy said, "OK son, that's better.  Now let your body
go limp in my arms.  Do as Daddy tells you, son.  Be
docile.  Gooood boy.  Good boy."  I would have fallen
over if he wasn't holding me up.

He whispered, "Stay like this and I'll count to three
and then let you have the air you want so badly.  OK?
Nod your head, son."  I nodded my head once, but I was
sure I was going to pass-out before he got to three.
I felt nauseous as he began his slow count, but
finally I did hear the word "three".  He un-pinched my
nostrils and delicious air poured in.  I inhaled with
such force I could feel my nostrils quiver as the air
streamed in.  Exhale, and another long inhale.  Again,
and again.  Mucus ran out of my nose and tears flowed
from my eyes because of the nose pinching.  I didn't
care, I was breathing.

Daddy said, "That's my boy.  You'll be OK son.  Just
learn to do what your Daddy tells you.  OK, son.  Nod
your head."  Instead, again I tried to turn my head..
just enough to get eye contact with him, that's all.
I wanted somehow to signal him that I'm not who he
thinks I am.  I'm not who Felix sent him.  But, as
soon as I moved my head just slightly he clamped his
index finger and thumb shut on my nostrils again and
said, "OK, so you're a slow learner...doesn't make you
a bad boy necessarily.   That's OK son, we're not all
geniuses.  When you're ready you'll relax for Daddy
and be real docile for me again.  Won't you, boy?
Come on son, you can do it."

This time no matter how limp I made my body, and
believe me I tried,  he continued clamping off my air.
Punishment I guess.  He must have pinched off my air
for a longer time than before because I think I
blacked out.   All I know is that all of a sudden I
was inhaling tons of air, but I'd never heard him say
"one, two, three" like the first time.  Tears covered
my face now and all along my lips more mucus had
drooled from my nose....it had to be all over Daddy's
hand too.  "That's my good boy.  Stay docile son.  By
the way, you smell good... like a baby, anyone ever
tell you that?"

 I just made myself stay like a rag doll.  What's the
use of trying to fight him.  That's stupid.  It seemed
like he was talking to himself when he said,
"Wonderful smelling boy, but all this nasty hair is
going to have to go first thing."  Then to me, "I'm
letting go of your waist for a second.  Keep your body
limp, boy, but keep it leaning back against me or
we'll do the nostril thing again."   Then talking to
himself again,  "Let's see what we got down here."

He let go around my waist and shoved his hand down the
front of my cargo shorts, inside my boxer underwear.
The force of this move was such that the button on the
shorts popped off and landed on the hardwood floor
where I heard it bounce a few times and then roll
somewhere.  My zipper split and that big hand of his
cupped my cock and balls.  "Just about what I expected
considering you're not that large, but all this bush
hair.  Didn't Felix even tell you about that?  This
has to be shaved too.  Daddy likes his boys
smooth...totally smooth.  Everybody knows that."

He squeezed my nuts a little and kept the pressure
slightly tighter and then a little tighter....all the
time I'm desperately trying to stay limp as a rag
doll.  Daddy whispers, with that deep voice of his, "
That's Daddy's good soldier.  I'm going to squeeze
your little nuts a tiny bit harder now.  Take
it...take it...a little tighter.  Good boy!"  I was
whimpering quietly to myself from the pain in my
balls, but he didn't hear it.  Then he moved his hand,
still inside my boxers,  around past my hip and
grabbed a big handful of my buttocks.

"Oh yeah, son.  This is excellent.  Tight and full.  A
high mark for this bumper of yours, boy.  Very nice."
He squeezed it hard, but I stayed limp like he'd
instructed.  He said, "That's my good boy."  I felt
his finger up and down my crack now.  He said in a
quiet, surprised voice, "Can I believe this?  You are
naturally hairless around your hole?  That's so rare,
son.  Later on I'm going to lap at that hole of your's
till you squeal like a piglet."  That sounded OK.

Then, the very next second,  I was in big pain because
he'd stuck his fat index finger in my dry hole...no
lube, no spit, no rubbing.  It was agony and I
struggled to get free. Right away my nostrils were
clamped shut and shortly I stopped struggling and
concentrated on tolerating his rough, dry finger
pressing up further and further inside me.  Daddy
absently mumbled, "Good boy.  Be docile for your
Daddy."  He was breathing with short panting breaths
as he said it.

Some of my hole's natural lube came to my rescue as he
finger-fucked me with long strokes the full length of
his index finger.  I swear he has the fattest finger
of any human alive.  He found my prostate button after
a bit and began massaging that.  Very quickly I felt
my nuts start churning sperm around and in less that
thirty seconds cum streamed out of my soft penis and
continued drooling out as Daddy  kept rubbing the same
spot.  I was squirming again and the fingers clamped
off my air again.  I immediately stopped squirming and
in an instructional manner Daddy said, "Everyone lets
loose their cum when their button is pressed a few
times, did ya know that, son?  I just needed to milk
you out now so you don't blow that teenage spunk all
around when the three of us are playing together a
little later on.  You teens can't control yourselves
all that well."  His fingering was beginning to feel
good now and even though I didn't want one, I was
getting a boner.

Daddy noticed the slight swelling in my cargo shorts,
which were by now hanging half off of me,  and he
said, "That's right boy, enjoy yourself.  It will be
fun,  but first I have to get you cleaned-up.  I like
my boys real smooth."  He increased the pressure on my
hole and said,   "Up on your toes now boy and tip toe
over to the little elevator over here and we'll go
downstairs where I'll buzz all this hair off your head
in less than two minutes flat.  Then those pubes of
yours will come off right after that and we'll be
ready to have a good time.  Chrissie should be here
any minute now.  Oh my goodness...are you ever going
to turn him on...'hot' ain't going to cover how
turned-on Chris is gonna get with you."

We started toward the elevator with me up on my toes
and Daddy's fat, strong forearm tight under my chin.
The elevator, which I couldn't see yet, was apparently
was just around the corner of the foyer. Daddy stopped
fingering my hole and began stroking my cock using his
thumb and index finger.  I could feel the wetness from
my hole on his index finger and it mixed with my cum
making a slippery substance to aid in the boner
stroking.  Almost immediately I had a hard boner that
stuck straight out. Daddy chuckled and I think it was
my boner that caused the laugh. He whispered, "You're
something alright.  Give me a kiss," and he twisted my
head around uncomfortably and kissed my lips.  His
whiskers scratched my face and his fat tongue went
inside my mouth.  I tried to stay docile.

It was a quick kiss but even so I thought I was going
to throw-up before it was over.... in the nick of time
my stomach settled back down.  He had me tip toe
around the corner and there it was,  a small, open
elevator.  It was the kind you might see in an old
movie about Europe ...kind of fancy, but definitely
nothing you'd see in a modern hotel or anything.  I
could feel my cooled-off cum drooling down the inside
of my left thigh.  My boxers were saturated with my
spunk and a big round wet spot showed through on my
cargo shorts where my boner poked them out, tent
style.

Daddy said, "When we get downstairs to the playroom
take all your clothes off and then stand still with
your head bent forward over the big trash can in the
corner.  This way your hair will fall in the trash
when I buzz it off....then I'll do your bush.  You'll
be all smooth and cute and young looking.  Can  you do
that for Daddy?  Stay still for me while I clean you
up?  Huh?  Nod your head if you can."  I nodded my
head.  What choice did I have.  Hair grows back and I
felt completely powerless with Daddy.  I didn't want
my nostrils pinched again either.  He said, "Good boy,
but be a little more docile for me now, son.  You're
tightening up some."  I let my body get even more limp
and Daddy said, "You're going to be Daddy's good
smooth boy."

I was resigned to my fate and even felt, in a weird
way, safer this way with Daddy.  Contradicting him
seemed foolish and anyway he wasn't talking about
castrating me for Christ sake...just cleaning me up a
bit because he cared how I looked.  I know it seems
crazy or weird that I so easily fell under his
control, but you weren't there so you don't know.  He
has a special way about him and my boner and my hole
felt real good and.... having someone take care of you
and make decisions for you sometimes takes all the
pressure off and can be a relaxing thing.  With all
Frankie's problems and me being in the closet and now
this Christian/Daddy thing, I didn't want anymore
stress in my life right now.  I couldn't handle
anymore. Best to just go along and do as I'm told.

Plus, Daddy was so hypnotic about everything he
did...the way he talked, moved and controlled me.....
I actually felt hypnotized to some degree.  There was
a part of me that wanted to do what Daddy told me to
do and I was starting to try hard to please him and
get him to say "Good boy" some more.  I was being so
docile I almost had no bones in my body at all except
for the six inch one that felt so good being stroked.
Fuck my hair.  Sure, I had been saving it for
Alexander to cut, but Daddy wanted it all buzzed off
and so what.  What's the big deal.  I'd wear a hat
when I went to see Alexander. Plus, it was going to
feel so sexy when Daddy lapped my hairless hole till I
squealed like a piglet...I was kind of interested to
hear how a piglet squeals too?

The elevator clunked to a halt, up from the basement,
and Daddy opened the door which was just brass bars
with a few brass ornamental decals of flower here and
there.  Daddy said, "Oh, wait a minute.  I think those
barber clippers are in the kitchen 'junk drawer'.
Wait in the corner of the elevator for me, son.
Further back, tight in the corner.  Don't move."  I
pressed myself in the corner of that little elevator
and waited for Daddy who returned in less than a
minute carrying professional barber clippers in one
hand along with a tube of KY jelly.  "I can't find the
clipper attachments, son, but we'll just go with the
bare #1 blade.  OK, boy?  Nod your head if it's OK."
I nodded my head and realized I hadn't spoken a word
since my initial stuttering.  Some how I knew Daddy
didn't want me to speak.

He got me back into his bear-hug again and by now I
felt comfortable there.  The arm around my waist held
the lube and the clippers.   His thick chest hair
tickling the back of my neck didn't bother me now, it
was Daddy's chest hair so it was OK.  He gave me the
same, "Good boy" and kissed, than licked the side of
my face muttering, "This goddamn hair is in my mouth".


Daddy hit the button on the elevator and things began
grinding and then a jolt, but just before it started
up Christian shouted from the second floor that he was
done his shower and could he watch Daddy train the new
boy.  Daddy shouted back up, "Hurry-up Chrissie, but
forget about watching the training... this one is
Daddy's boy already.  It took about ten minutes."  I
heard the slap, slap, slap of leather sandals on
hardwood steps as Christian hurried down to join us.
"No shit, Daddy.  Ten minutes? A new record for you."


Absolutely amazing, but just hearing Christian's voice
again snapped me right out of my hypnotic state...it
was like a hard slap in the face.   I blinked my eyes
a number of times to clear my head and help me leave
behind that rather pleasant trance-like state I'd been
in.  What the fuck was I thinking?  Now it was hard
for me to even believe that I'd been so willing to be
this nitwit's "boy" or whatever-the-fuck this is all
about.  I shook my head slightly to clear my mind some
more and Daddy said sternly, "Docile, boy".  I
thought, "Fuck you!  Docile this!"

Christian came around the corner and I saw him out of
the corner of my eye.  His hair was almost as short as
Daddy's and it looked very odd on Christian who never
had a short haircut in his life back home.  He was
very thin and very naked....except he did have on
sandals and a dark leather doggie collar with a silver
chain link leash that hung down his back.  The leash
had a leather handle at the end of it that almost
touched his heel.  If I could speak, which I couldn't
because Daddy had his hand across my mouth, I would
have started stuttering. A dog collar?

The only other thing on Christian was a leather belt
around his thin waist that had a hard leather flap
hanging from the front with two round holes outlined
in silver or chrome.  In one Christian had somehow
gotten both his nuts squeezed through the small hole
and in the other his semi-hard penis.  When he walked
he gave himself a little jerk-off from his cock
sliding a bit forward and then backward in the
just-big-enough ring opening.  His balls were dark red
from being strangled in their too-small opening.

Christian acted like a little kid with a big excited
smile on his face and a conscientious attitude toward
pleasing Daddy.  "What's he look like Daddy?"
Christian asked in his imitation of a little boy's
excited voice. Daddy said, "Here, take these fucking
clippers from me so I can get this boy posed.  He's a
beauty."  Christian took the clippers and the KY jelly
and I heard him gasp.  By just taking the two steps
inside the elevator.... even though he only saw one of
my eyes, half my forehead and some of my hair...and
even though it couldn't possibly be me here in his
house, not in a million years, he instantly knew it
was me. Christian  screamed.... LET GO OF HIM, GLEN!
HE'S MY BROTHER, OLIVER!  LET FUCKING GO OF HIM RIGHT
NOW!!!

Daddy, now Glen, apparently, stepped away from me
truly taken by surprise.  Maybe Christian had never
yelled at him before, about anything.  I stood in
place with my boner sinking away quickly.
Daddy, with a sincerely confused look on his face,
said, "What..?"  The doorbell rang loudly, followed by
a single knock of the big brass door knocker on the
outside of the big front door. I watched Christian and
Daddy's startled look at each other....they held the
look for a second and then Daddy said, "That's Felix's
real boy prostitute now.  Right?  It's exactly 7:30.
Jesus Christ, Chris, I'm sorry.  How could I know
though?"

Then Daddy looked at me and said, "I owe ya one, kid.
Man, I'm so fucking sorry.  I'll make it up to you
somehow.  Fuck,  I really am sorry."  He went to
answer the door.  His demeanor was now totally
different from one minute ago.  Now he seemed like a
nice person, perhaps a Physical Education teacher in
drag.

Christian held up his index finger at me indicating
"Hold on for just a second" and he may have thought he
was talking when he moved his lips to, "I'll be right
back" ...no words came out though.  I'd read his lips.
 Christian flew up the stairs and I cautiously walked
out of the elevator and around to the foyer in time to
see Daddy opening the door the same way he opened it
for me, standing behind it with his head sticking out,
making sure it wasn't the Avon Lady or something. I
leaned self-consciously up against the wall just
around from the elevator.  My hands were loosely
clasped together in front of me covering the big, wet
cum spot on the front of my shorts.   As Daddy opened
the door I felt I had to do something so I did one of
my fake coughs, just from nervousness.

Daddy gave me a quick glace at the sound of the cough
and then checked to see who was at the door.  It
wasn't the Avon lady.  Standing there was a tall thin
guy about twenty-two years old.  Real short haircut,
longish plain-looking horse face.  He had big hands
and feet, big bobbing Adams apple too.  This goof was
incongruously dressed in a pair of little boy's
short-shorts and a wife-beater T shirt that was a few
sizes too small for him so that it didn't reach down
to his belly button, which had a large ring in it.
On his feet, ballet slippers.

As soon as he moved he looked like someone miming a
stereotypical gay man with limp wrists and a mincing
step.  When he spoke to say "How's everyone doing?" he
lisped so heavily Daddy immediately said, "Shut the
fuck up".  The visitor held up his hand then, like he
was in class, and looked expectantly at Daddy who made
a face like "what now?'   Daddy rolled his eyes at the
raised hand and exasperatedly said, "yeah?".

"My name is Martin."  He looked first at Daddy, then
at me.  To me he said, "Yumm" and to Daddy, while
reading from a piece of paper,  he said,   " Mr Felix
said I'm to report to a Mr Daddy.  Would that be you?"
 Martin lisped all this out with a spray of saliva and
a girlish tilt of his head.  "Oh fuck" said Daddy.  He
looked over at me and shook his head saying, "You see
now why I was so excited when I opened the door and
saw you?  Huh? Do ya?"  I was still too unnerved by my
experience with Daddy to see the humor in anything so
I stared at Daddy blankly and he mumbled, "Sorry,
Oliver.  My bad."  Then to Martin, "Let's go sweetie.
You're paid for.... so, I guess you and I will adjourn
to the playroom in the basement.  There's a few things
I need to explain to you before we begin though."

Martin looked disappointed and nodding his head
towards me lisped, "Mr Felix said it was a three-way.
He's not coming?"  When Martin was informed I wasn't
part of tonight's activities he put on a furious pout
and informed Daddy, "Just so ya know, I don't rim
uncleaned doo-doo holes."  and minced off in the
direction Daddy was pointing.  Daddy shook his head
and went around the corner after him.  Being alone for
the moment I grabbed a clean pair of shorts out of my
satchel and put them on.  I was jamming the cum soaked
boxers and cargo shorts in the bag when I heard the
elevator start up and, at the same time,  Christian
coming down from upstairs.   I had to smile...Daddy
and Martin "the odd couple".

Christian, now fully clothed,  turning down a hallway
at the bottom of the stairs,  said, "In here Oliver, I
need a drink."  I followed him into a room with a bar
like you might find in a small upscale hotel.  In
front of the bar were six beautiful dark red leather
stools with arms and backs and brass foot rails.  The
bar stools swiveled too.  A long, thick mirror behind
the bar with about thirty bottles of booze all lined
right up in front of it reflecting back to the room.
There was a large flat hi-definition TV hanging on the
wall, like a picture.  Also hanging on the dark,
wood-paneled walls were a couple dozen autographed
photos of a number of sports and entertainment
personalities that I recognized.  I wondered how
Christian had met all these people so quickly.  He
poured Jack Daniels into a short, squat glass and
drank it in one swallow.  Then poured a larger one and
began sipping it.

"You want something to drink, Oliver?"  Christian
asked the question without actually looking at me. In
a flat sounding voice I told him "no thanks".
Christian started slow by saying he didn't know what
emotion he felt strongest about.....his really
pissed-off frame of mind one.  The one caused by the
fact that I would sneak up on him totally unannounced
and cause him this tremendous amount of anxiety.
After pausing to think about that for a second he
admitted that perhaps that thought wasn't completely
rational, but he was pretty fucked-up at the moment.
This got me a little pissed-off too, and I said,
"What's the other emotion in competition with that
one, Christian?"

He looked up at me now...probably because of my tone
of voice.  After staring at me for a few seconds with
a hurt look on his face he said, "The other emotion is
embarrassment....I'm embarrassed you saw me like that.
 Actually, embarrassed doesn't begin to cover it.  It
was way past embarrassing."  He took a long pull on
the bourbon and said,  "It's just role playing ya
know.  Glen and I do it for sexy fun every so often.
Maybe about once a month at the most.  I don't expect
you to understand or relate to that, but there it is."
  He did an ironic chuckle then followed it with a
groan, and said, "And it had to be the one night you
decide to fly in from fucking Pennsylvania.  I can't
believe my fucking luck."

He finished off his second drink and put ice in the
glass for his third.  Lot of Jack Daniels too, and a
splash of water.  Christian lit a Marlboro Lite 100
with a shaky hand holding a fancy silver cigarette
lighter.  "I don't suppose you're dumb enough to
smoke, are you Oliver?"  I was sitting in front of the
bar on one of the beautiful bar stools.  Christian was
behind the bar,  close to the booze.  I picked-up his
pack of cigarettes, shook one out and lit it with the
silver lighter.  My hand was shaky too.  Christian
said, "Oh, shit."

I ignored that and instead tried to blow a smoke ring
like Pete had been teaching me to do.  It didn't work,
just a cloud of smoke that Christian first frowned at
and then waved at to help dissipate it.  I did one of
my fake coughs and sat there in silence,  smoking.
"God damnit, Oliver.  Talk to me.  You can't be
surprised I'm gay.... so it's just the bizarre
circumstance you saw me in that's so upsetting.
Right?  Is that it?"  I didn't know why he thought I
shouldn't be surprised he's gay, but something scary
ran around in my head when he said it.  Something
wasn't right about that....but, what?

Biting my fingernail in between puffs on my smoke I
asked, "Why shouldn't I be surprised?"  He looked at
me like I was nuts and then said to me, "As if you
don't know.  It's because of the whole Edward Knight
deal of course". The way he said it was like it was
the most obvious thing in the world.  This
conversation made me feel really nervous,  but I still
didn't know why.  I nodded at Christian like I knew
what he meant while I racked my brain trying to think
what the hell it could be.  The "Edward Knight deal"
didn't mean anything to me.

Edward Knight is our neighbor.  He's a year older than
me and I'd mentioned him earlier because of his hairy
body, like Daddy's.  Years ago I'd had a big crush on
him.  I'd known I was gay early in my life, but no one
else knew.  I certainly didn't think Edward was gay.
He was the big man on campus at the high school back
then...a real chick magnet.  Mr macho sports hero, the
whole deal.  I don't particularly care for hairy
bodies now, but back when I had my crush on Edward I
fantasized him hugging me against his hairy body with
both of us in speedos.

Crazy, I know, but I liked to wear Christians old
speedo back when I was a kid.  I remember jerking-off
so many times thinking about that hairy body of
Edward's.   Actually, thinking about all that right
now had my willy moving around in my cut-offs a little
bit.  Weird.  On the negative side of things,  Edward
has always been a blow-hard and a bully.  He's also
someone who has an impossibly high opinion of himself,
so all and all... he's an asshole as a person.

None of that stuff bothered me when I was fifteen
though.  I was a lonely gay kid with an active
imagination.  As a matter of fact,  just recently
Edward played a small part in my real-to-life life.
It was no big thing, but he gave me a hard time at
that Bar-B-Q the day I got home from our Wildwood
vacation.  Edward had been drinking and said something
about how I didn't use to want to squirm out of his
arms.  He'd made that comment when I broke free of a
rough-house thing between him and me when I'd first
arrived at the Bar-B-Q.  I was puzzled by what he said
then and I can't for the life of me make any sense of
it now either.  And now Christian goes and mentions
Edward as the reason I shouldn't be surprised
Christian is gay.  It all had my fucking head
spinning.

"What do ya got that I could drink, Christian?" I'd
decided I needed to get a little drunk.   We decided
on  vodka and grapefruit juice for me.  It was real
tasty.  I drank some, lit another cigarette and said,
"OK.  Here's the deal, Christian.  I don't know what
you mean about the Edward Knight deal."  At first he
wouldn't believe me,  but as we talked he came to feel
it had to be a suppressed memory for me.  The Edward
Knight deal occurred during the time-frame I'd had the
huge crush on Edward.  What happened was I'd bumbled
into our garage during a rain storm and caught Edward
fucking Christian.  I still didn't remember it even
after Christian told me about it.  And I found it
mighty hard to believe too.

We talked it through and eventually we believed each
other...Christian believed me that I can't remember
anything about it, and I believed him that it
happened.  At that time in my life I was trying to
recover from Tyler's death and all the trials and
tribulations that I went through with that process was
a factor too, maybe.  We made more drinks and smoked
more cigarettes as we talked about that time and about
Christians' gayness.  Frankly, it was one of the
biggest surprises of my life.  The thought Christian
might be Gay had never, ever entered my mind.  After
he told me, though,  I did think back to his recent
kiss on my lips just before the Wildwood trip and,
hell...to all the kissing between us... initiated by
Christian.  But at this point that's just the
20/20 hindsight that we all have..

Later we heard the roar of a motorcycle muffler and
tires squealing on the pavement.  Christian told me
that was Glen's way of saying good night.  Christian
had met Glen at a gay pick-up bar his first month in
Seattle. They are sex buddies and friends, not a
"couple" or anything like that.  Glen spends an
occasional nights/day here so he's very comfortable
and familiar with the place.  Just a good gay bud and
really not the tough dominate type at all.  Only when
he's playing that role.

All very interesting, but where do I find an opening
to tell Christian that I'm gay.  The truth is,  I
didn't want to tell him now.  Hell, Christian was
going on and on about how I have to be the one to
present our folks with grand children and how
traumatic it's going to be when Christian tells them
about his gayness.  And how much everyone depends on
me to do the right thing and stuff like that.  I
needed to do a lot more thinking about this whole deal
so I put the idea of "coming-out" to Christian on the
back burner.  It wasn't happening on this visit.  Too
much else to digest.

Christian was getting drunk, but not sloppy or
slurring his words.  Just tipsy and loose.  I thought
I was doing pretty well, but I probably wasn't much
more sober than Christian.  I started in telling him
about Frankie.  I described Frankie as my best friend
and that's true, he is my best friend.  I didn't tell
Christian I was in love with Frankie obviously. My
brother was thrilled I actually had a best friend
now..... I'd never made friends easily in the past.
Through most of my teens I mostly moped around trying
to understand Tyler's death while at the same time
dealing with my secret gayness and the constant
yearning for gay sex.  So, the idea of me making and
having a best friend now made Christian happy, he felt
it was kind of a big deal, a positive step for me.

I switched topics to give myself time to work-up the
courage to ask for the two thousand dollars I needed
to save Frankie's ass, literally save his ass.  I told
Christian about my girlfriend, Pattie, but I had to
really embellished the relationship Pattie and I have
quite a bit to make it sound somewhat meaningful.
Christian was sincerely happy for me.  He said it
seems that my life was shaping-up at last.  I told him
about the great times I had in the Mini Cooper S he'd
given me and it all seemed grand for me.  "The family
has always known that you were the best of us, Oliver.
 We all knew it was just a matter of time before you
started showing the world what Oliver Nickerson is all
about.  We've always been so proud of you."

I know, I know...that's the kind of statement you make
when you've had one too many adult beverages.  So
what, I liked hearing the praise... Jack Daniel's
induced or not.  I made myself another drink too and
slipped my best friend's troubles into the
conversation while I drank it.   I told about the debt
Frankie had with the bookie, Fallon, and about the 5%
per week interest.  I told about the torture done on
Frankie to get him to promise to do gay prostituting
in order to pay down the money.  Actually, I shed a
real tear or two reciting Frankie's dangerous
position.

Christian got bullshit mad hearing about the torture.
I didn't even have to ask for the money, he insisted I
take it before I even mentioned it.   He took me to
his bedroom and showed me a hidden safe.  He told me
the combination was my birth date so it would be
simple for me to remember.  If anything ever happened
to Christian, car accident or whatever,  everything in
the safe was mine.  He took out two thousand dollars
in hundred dollar bills....it didn't look like much
money when he handed it to me.  I put it in my satchel
feeling positive now that Frankie was safe.

Christian said, "Please Oliver, I love you... so don't
ever insult me by mentioning this money again.  It's a
gift and it's already forgotten by me.  You need any
money, ever...tell me and it's yours."  I nodded my
head and even though I didn't want to,  I did cry a
little when I was saying thank you to Christian.  I
was thinking "when hasn't Christian been there for me
when I needed him".  I found out later that most of
the money in the safe was from one stupid, drunken
night in Las Vegas when Christian had won almost five
thousand dollars playing blackjack and then he put the
whole thing on number nineteen at the roulette wheel,
number nineteen because it's how old I am, and it hit
for a 34 to 1 payout ....about $170,000.  Guess he
isn't going to miss two thousand of it.

Christian got pensive and then told me that his gay
friend Glen was a good guy, but that Glen knew guys
who weren't good guys.  He said there was no way he
wanted me to know more than that, but... maybe Glen
could check who in Seattle knew who in Pittsburgh,
and just maybe...maybe, mind you..... some pay-back
for Fallon and his muscle guys can be arranged.  "You
don't use that kind of force on a teenager, Oliver,
not for two fucking thousand dollars."  Christian was
mad as hell about it.  I wondered how Christian knew
what kind of force was appropriate for..... whatever,
I certainly had no idea.  But boy,  I'd love to think
that the fat fucks who beat-up and burned Frankie
might get the shit kicked out of them someday because
of what they did to him.

By now we were just your run-of-the-mill  drunk guys
telling each other what we thought each other wanted
to hear, but still not so plastered that we didn't
know what we were saying.  When I got back from taking
a three minute piss,  my brother had had that time
alone to decide what he wanted to talk about next.
Christian said, "If I was sober I'd know not to tell
you this next thing I'm going to tell you. You seem to
have some situations, some memories,  deeply
suppressed. It's worked for you so far, but...."

I looked over at Christian and thought to myself,
"We've never had a conversation anywhere near this
personal and "in your face" in our lives.  We always
have the "you're the greatest"  "I love you so much,
you're the best brother" conversations....stuff like
that.  This made me feel grown-up.  Christian was
talking, "You got all this shit, all the sex stuff
suppressed alright, but maybe it isn't good to
suppress those kinds of memories.  The thing I'm
worried about is you might remember this stuff at the
wrong time or for the wrong reason."

Christian lit the last cigarette in his pack and took
a pull on his Jack Daniels, then continued,  "So,
that's why I'm going to tell you about something now
that you also obviously have suppressed.    This way,
by bringing it out in the open, you and me can talk it
out and I can maybe help you resolve it or something.
Oliver, I just want to be a help and I hope to Christ
I'm doing the right thing here."

Then he stopped and it seemed like that was that.  I
waited, opened a new pack of cigarettes and lit one.
I needed another cigarette like I needed another hole
in my head, but it was something to do while I waited.
  Finally I said, "Well, what is it, Christian?  What
the fuck are you talking about, bro?  You got me a
little apprehensive."  He thought about something for
a minute longer and then said, "Yeah, I'm going to
tell you, but first...for the record.   Our boy Edward
is bi,  not gay.  I know that for a fact.  He and I
had sex on and off for three years, but he also
knocked-up two girls I know of and I know he was
screwing around with a couple others.  But, that's not
what we really care about, is it?  Guess I'm just
avoiding what I need to say to you."

Christian took a big swallow of bourbon and said,
"Fuck it.  Here goes.  Don't freak out on me, OK?
After you caught Edward fucking me, Oliver, he fucked
you at least a dozen times during the following two
weeks."    I said, "Bull shit!"  This was too much!  I
told Christian he must be on drugs or something
because I'd remember if that had happened.  Hell, it
would only have been four or five years ago.
Christian shrugged and said, "I don't know what to
tell ya, Oliver.  After you saw him do me you followed
him around like a puppy dog begging him to do you too.
 I finally told him to go ahead and get it over
with... maybe him fucking you would get you to stop
following him around.  You'd come to your senses
maybe.  Didn't work though."

I was shaking my head slowly back and forth as
Christian went on, "He always screwed you in our
garage. You wanted it even more after that first time.
 Fuck,  I had to cover for you with the folks a lot.
Your hole was so sore you could hardly walk..... one
time I told them I'd seen you fall off that expensive
bike of yours,  right on your tail bone.  And, oh
hell....all kinds of stories.  They never guessed the
truth.  You wanted Edward so bad.  He made you say
please and he made you suck him off and rim him and
all sorts of things before he'd fuck you....and he
fucked you rough too. Doggy style, on your back,
standing up... whatever he felt like at the moment.
He was so obnoxious.  Such a prick, he had no mercy
spanking your bare ass whenever he felt like it too,
and he was only sixteen at the time.   He's probably
worse now."

Christian went on to tell me that my infatuation
lasted just two weeks and then it was over.  I showed
no interest in Edward after that.  Christian didn't
know why I shut it off cold-turkey like that, he felt
I'd just decided gay sex wasn't for me.   Christian
got to whining some about how he and I were Edwards
"punks" for a couple of weeks there.  Me a year
younger than Edward and Christian a couple years
older.  Edward was pulling the strings, when he gave
the word we came running to do his bidding and me
begging, "Do me first Edward, do me first, please!".
Edward yelling at me to get my clothes off and shut
the fuck up.

All through that long dissertation I stared at
Christian in disbelief, but why would he make this up?
 Of course, I knew he wasn't making it up.  Christ,
Christian was crying through half of the telling.  It
got me thinking about Edward ...he's a tall, extremely
good looking kid.  Always has been as long as I've
known him.  That dark brown hair with his light
complexion and blue eyes.  The contrast of blue eyes
and dark brown hair is striking enough, but he has
handsome facial features too.  I tried to remember my
feelings for him when I was fifteen, but I couldn't
come up with anything.  I couldn't come up with a
single memory of Edward fucking me either.

Then I had a chill down my back with my next thought.
I began wondering  why doesn't Christian think I'm
gay.  Christ, after the sex with Edward... and
Christian being gay himself...why wouldn't he think I
was?   I asked him that and he bluntly said that it
was a big worry for him at the time.  Mostly because I
was so fucked-up in the head about Tyler and my
involvement in that whole situation.  So,  he spent
time on line researching the gay thing.  From what
he'd read,  it was mostly my age that started him
thinking I probably wasn't gay.  It seems that lots of
young teens experiment with gay sex.  There have been
tons of studies done on the subject.  He'd seen me
experiment with it for a total of two weeks with a 16
year old boy that I'd seen fucking my brother, who I
idolized.  I experienced doing what my big brother was
experiencing ...did it for less than two weeks and
then quit it cold.

"You did stop then, right Oliver?"  I said, "Fuck if I
know.  I can't even remember having sex with Edward so
how could I remember having it with someone else?" I
lied.   Christian was drunk enough now to tell
everything.  He hesitated a few seconds and then told
me he knew I was done with it back then.   He'd made
it his business to check-up on me.  He knows it was
sneaky and that it violated trust and all that, but he
was worried about me.  He had followed me for weeks
after the Edward affair, especially on my bike rides.
 He discovered over the weeks that I never even spoke
to another boy, let alone had sex with one.

Damn, thinking back I remember how happy I'd been
those few times I'd run into Christian during my
beloved bike rides.  I'd thought it was a nice
coincidence back then and it was fun riding with
someone, especially with Christian.   Now I know that
I'd simply caught him spying on me.  Then he really
shocked me when he told me about the time he was
peeking through a transit window at that rest stop I'd
go to and he witnessed that young gay guy coming on to
me while I was peeing.  I'd never told anyone about
that rest stop incident.  Christian said he'd seen my
reaction to the gay guy's attempted pick-up.   My
hasty retreat had really put Christian's mind at ease
about the gay concerns. He stopped following me
shortly after that.

I was feeling real tired by now because it was three
hours later for me than it was for Christian.  My head
and body were on east coast time.  We rehashed my
abrupt end to the Edward affair some more and
Christian reiterated his reasons for concluding that I
wasn't gay.  I was more than happy to let it go at
that.  If Christian is happy with that conclusion, so
am I.  I'll deal with the truth of the Edward affair,
whatever it might be, some other time.

Christian went to take a leak and I couldn't help but
try remembering something about Edward fucking me.
Couldn't get a real memory, but I did remember a dream
I had some time ago about me and Edward.  Jesus, it
kind of scared me that I came up with the dream so
easily.  But, yeah...I'd had this dream about laying
on my back on Edward's  hairy chest with him reaching
around to stroke my boner resulting in me having an
enormous climax.  It woke me up the night of the dream
and I had cum all over my sheets and myself.  If that
was a real memory playing out as a dream,  that means
Edward would have had his cock up inside me while I
lay on him as he jerked me off.

 I shuddered at that hot thought and my cock stirred
around in my cut-offs again,  scratching on the rough
jean material...I hadn't put on underpants while
changing quickly in the foyer.  Wow, the though of
Edward fucking me now....not the person, Edward,
because he was a pompous ass...but the body and face
and sexy pretend-Edward, that's hot....hairy body or
not.

I told Christian about me remembering the dream.  He
felt maybe I'd soon remember all of it now.  But, he
was still unsure if that would be a good thing or not
so good of a thing.  We talked about it till after
eleven o'clock still sipping our drinks and puffing on
too many cigarettes.  A lapse in the conversation and
then  Christian said, "I was so jealous that Edward
was having sex with the one person in the world I most
wanted to have it with.  The jealousy almost dominated
my life for six months or so.  You know, Oliver, after
that two week period you two were doing it I could
hardly breathe thinking maybe you'd ask me to do you
and it confuses me to this day why you never did."

That became the topic of conversation.  How wildly
jealous Christian was that Edward got to fuck me and
how I never thought once about asking my brother to
experiment with me.  He went on and on talking as if
it was a current event instead of a five year old
bizarre, accidental  happening.  I had little to say
because I had no recollection of the incident and, for
that matter,  very little recollection of anything
that happened to me around that difficult time in my
life.  Finally Christian was slurring his words when
he said, "I don't suppose you'd do me the biggest
favor ever, Oliver.  Let me sleep with you tonight and
get this thing off my mind forever.  Just this one
time.  I won't hurt you and maybe it will help with
your memory.  Remember, we want to try to resolve this
thing for you while you're here."

I said, "Ya ya you ya are slur slurring your words,
Christian."  He wouldn't look at me and was quiet for
a whole minute and then in a whiny voice said,
"Please, Oliver.  I need this so bad.  Help me as your
brother, not as some gay person.  Please Oliver, lots
of brothers try having a little sexy fun together.
Sure, they usually do it when they're young teens but
we missed out on that opportunity because of.... you
know, Tyler's accident and all.  Talking about this
stuff all night has me kind of out on a horny limb
here.  Help me out bro, please."

I thought to myself, how many times have I said that
I'd do anything for Christian, he who has done so many
things for me in my tortured early life, and right up
to this present time for that matter.  Was I kidding
myself about doing anything for him?  Did I mean...I'd
do anything for Christian that I felt like doing?  Or,
did I mean... anything Christian's wanted or needed
done?  Well, which is it, hot shot?

It was easy.  I said, "Christian I'd do anything for
you.  No brothers has ever done more than you've done
for me all my life.  I'll go along with whatever you
want."  He looked at me with relief on his plain
face....I felt a little sorry for him to be honest.
The fact he was so "needy" was a little pathetic.
Christian probably didn't even realize he was doing
it,  but he started playing with his crotch and
wetting his lips with his tongue.  Then he said,
"You're sure you want to, Oliver?"

That's typical, isn't it?  I offer to do the favor for
Christian that he sort of begged me to do and he
phrases it... "You're sure YOU WANT TO?" Like it was
my idea.   Damn, I took pity on him and didn't break
his balls with that.  I just said, "Yeah, I'm sure."

The thing is, I'm not now nor have I ever been
sexually attracted to Christian.  I love him to death,
I really do, but I never fantasized or ever gave a
single thought to having sex of any kind with him.  He
did absolutely nothing for me sexually.  We don't look
much alike.  I have the same medium brown hair and
light brown eyes he has and now that we're both full
grown we have almost identical bodies.  We're both 5'
9" and I might even be a quarter inch taller than him.
 He has a better physique than me because he's been
working out at a gym for a couple of years.  I'm just
skinny.

I've seen him naked many times because we shared a
bedroom all through our teens.   I know he has hardly
any body hair, just like me,  although I don't know if
he is naturally hairless around his hole... maybe
Daddy could check that out and get back to me.  We
both have very average cocks and balls and I'll even
go so far as to say we have "identical"  cocks and
balls.  Regular guys legs with healthy definition, not
much in the way of hair except a little on our calves.
 Size nine shoe...ha ha ha, you get the idea.  We're
the same, average guys.

Christian is average looking too, nothing bad and
nothing really great.  He has a winning smile though
and I don't say that to be funny.  It's a great smile
and has made me feel safe and happy many, many  times
growing up.  My looks...I'll just say I've been told a
few times in the last year that I have a  cute face
and I'll leave it at that.  The point is, I'm not
attracted to Christian and I'm not excited about
having sex with him, but I'm going to do my best
anyway.  Maybe I'll learn something ...see, I am an
optimist.

We were done smoking and drinking.  He showed me my
bedroom.  I had my own bathroom too.  Christian said
it has never been used.  These condos are brand new
and no one had been in my room.  Nice big king size
bed with matching bedroom furniture which probably set
him back five thousand dollars, hell...probably more.
Posters of The Plain White Ts on the walls, as well
as,  blown-up pictures of Christian and me growing up.
 A blown-up picture of me and Tyler with our arms
around each others shoulders looking in each others
face with a serious look ....I stared at it and my
eyes teared-up.  Maybe Tyler will have me tearing-up
my whole life.

I went in the black and white tiled bathroom for a
quick shower.  The clear glass shower stall had three
separate water nozzles, one on each wall, all with
great water pressure.  Jesus, what a great shower I
had.  I brushed my teeth twice and that felt great
too.  When I came out of the bathroom holding a towel
at my side Christian was standing there with his short
hair still damp from his own quick shower. "OK if we
sleep in your bedroom, Oliver?"  I was standing there
naked as I nodded and said, "Sure".

I told Christian I felt real nervous and up-tight
about this all of a sudden.  He was wearing boxer
shorts, but he stepped out of them when he saw I was
naked. His pubic hairs were shaved clean making me
think of Daddy saying he liked his boys smooth.  I
also had a quick though of Frankie and Pete and their
pubic patches.  It made my dick move.  I liked the
look of it on Christian.  He said, "It will be fine
Oliver.  Come on and get in bed.  How do you like
these sheets?"  The sheets were black silk and I
didn't know how I was going to like them, but I smiled
nervously staring at his shaved crotch and gave
another one of my fake coughs.

He wrapped his arms around me as soon as we were in
bed and said, without a trace of slurring now, "I'll
always remember this favor you're doing for me Oliver.
 Always."  So that made up for the other remark about
me being sure I wanted to do this.  I thought, "Good
for you, Bro."  He gently kissed me on the forehead
and rubbed the longish hairs on the back of my head.
Then a light kiss on my lips which wasn't something
new with us....we'd kissed a couple of hundred times
in our life already.  More kisses and my mouth opened
and this was new...French kissing.  I wasn't aroused
but I wasn't revolted by it either.  Christian did the
kissing with such passion it was obvious how much he
wanted to do this with me.  It wasn't that he was
frantic, it was that he was so sincerely intense and
loving about it.  Almost reverent.

Christian was boned immediately upon entering my mouth
with his tongue.  His kissing and general make-out,
the fondling of my body and the rubbing against me,
was very practiced and accomplished.  He knew what he
was doing and soon I did begin to get aroused
sexually.  I didn't pretend it was someone else.  I
knew it was my brother and I kept that thought in my
head....then a totally unexpected thing happened....I
realized I sincerely wanted to do this with Christian.
 I wasn't in love with Christian like a "lover" at
all, but I loved him deeply like a brother and he
needed this.  He'd told me he did and I wanted to give
it to him because he is my brother, the best brother
to me that any one could possibly have been.  His
pleasure at being sexual with me was palpable.  That I
could provide him with this degree of pleasure was my
turn-on point.

I wanted to increase his pleasure by giving back what
he was giving me so I kissed him back, then a long
kiss and Christian said, "Thank you, Oliver.  I love
you so." and we kissed until my boner was as hard as
Christians.  He moved down to kissing and sucking on
my neck and then my chest and my nipples, kissing and
sucking and licking...it was as if he was worshiping
my body.  Oh my God, my brother had me hot and
groveling for more.

He spent a lot of time licking and sucking my belly
just above my pubic hair and then long licks soaking
my pubes before lapping my hard nuts and then under
them to my hole.  Christian did long wet laps along my
crack and over my hole for maybe five minutes.  Then
he pushed his tongue in and out of my hole and I've
never been so squirmy and squealie with shivers
running constantly around my whole body.  I was
moaning and blowing air out between clenched teeth and
saying, "Ahh ohh please ohh Ahh oh"...

One stroke on my boner would be all I needed to shoot
the cum load of my young life.  I didn't want to do
that though, this sensation I was experiencing was too
awesome and it actually was bordering on being
unpleasant because with my cock so hard and dripping
pre cum it was right on the edge of the
pleasure/torture dilemma....cum or not to cum, almost
but not quite, then yes, I'm cuming and oh, no I'm
not.. ..like that.   When I knew I positively had to
fire off my load, Christian somehow knew that too and
he took my cock in his mouth and sucked me off in less
than a minute.  My hand were all over my brothers
short hair rubbing his head and the back of his neck.
All the time I'm saying over and over to myself..."My
brother, my brother" ...Ahhh ahhh..

It was special doing this with Christian and why it
never had occurred to me to do it before is a mystery
to me.   Shooting off my spunk in Christians mouth had
me bouncing on the big king size bed with Christian
holding onto my hips tightly so my cock stayed in his
mouth.  He sucked every drop of cum out of my nuts and
then shared a little of my cum with me through a
tender kiss.  His boner was very wet and hard as it
pressed against my belly.  Christian held me until I
stopped shivering and moaning saying, "Was that OK,
Oliver?" and I was like  "Ohhh  ahhh" and breathing
heavily and enjoying being held and loved.

When he could tell I was fine he handed me a condom
and told me to roll it on him.  I did what he said and
I could feel his cock pulsating, it grew fatter when I
touched it.  I was anxious now to have him inside me.
It's impossible to describe the unique and special,
private way I felt about doing this sex act with my
brother.  My brother who would choose me over anyone
else in the world to do this with.  I was licking my
lips now and biting them and then licking them some
more.  Christian had me so ready to be fucked, there
was no way I could fake otherwise.   It would have to
be obvious to him by now that this was turning me on.
I guess I wasn't going to have to tell him I'm gay
after all.  It will be very apparent.    And, I didn't
care anymore...this was too important of a time for
Christian and, as it's turning out, for me too.  My
brother fucking me....oh so hot!

Christian took his time entering me with us spooned
together in that big bed.  He paid so much attention
to rubbing and massaging different parts of me I never
experienced any real pain from his boner,  just a few
moments of discomfort in the early stages of getting
his swollen cock head past my ring.  He maintained a
soothing string of sounds and words of praise and
encouragement for me.  He made me feel so important
and so special and such a treasure in his life I was
glowing and doing little quiet moans as he went deeper
and deeper into me.

"All the way in now, Oliver" he said so softly I could
hardly hear him.  "This will feel good for both of us"
 and he slowly pulled back and slowly pushed back and
at first I thought it hurt, but no....it did feel good
and after awhile it felt so good I got impatient with
how slowly he was humping me.  I started  pushing back
on Christians impossibly hard boner to get it further
up my hole.  He quietly chuckled and gave me a long,
loving kiss on the side of my face.  "I'll never love
anyone as much as I love you, Oliver."  I went, "Ohhh
Christian, this feels good, can you do it harder" and
when I said it I thought of Pete for just a second.
Christian started fucking me fast and hard and it
was..... perfect.

Our bodies were perfect for each other, carbon copies
almost.  He held me around my waist with both his
arms, me laying on the arm under my side.  He fucked
me to beat the band.  He fucked me till I felt drops
of sweat flick off his forehead as he pounded in and
out of my hole.  I'd cum in Christian's mouth not
fifteen minutes ago, but with this fucking my brother
was giving me cum was working it's way up from my nuts
again.  I rolled my head back and forth bumping
Christians nose at the back of my head, in my hair.
He said, "Oh fuck! and he humped me especially hard
and deliberately four time, shooting a hard cum stream
into his rubber each time,  "fuck, oh fuck  Ahgg ahh
ahh...oh my God, Oliver" and then he humped in and out
of me slowly and moaned some more and he let out a
long, low moan, but left his cock up inside me..

I'd shot out three fat drops of cum myself.  Ha, it
had felt like a lot more.  It was certainly as good as
anyone has ever fucked me, I knew that right away.
Getting fucked by your brother is different though
...unique somehow.  I couldn't compare it to being
fucked by someone I was in love with, that is an
apples and oranges situation.  It's unique, like I
said....and very special too.

Christian hugged me tight.  He was gently kissing all
around the side of my face and neck....wherever he
could reach.  "I'd like to eat you with a spoon,
you're so delicious Oliver.  I knew we'd make great
love together, Oliver.....you know, brotherly love.
Right, Oliver?"  I said, "Right, Christian.  You made
me feel awesome, bro."  He hugged me even tighter and
said, "Jesus Christ!  I swear to God you're even more
special that I dreamed about..... and that's really
saying something."

to be continued....    See 2nd part for more brotherly
sex and other kinds too.....Oliver is on a roll

Donny Mumford       thinat20@yahoo.com