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Sam + Jim

Chapter II

After a minute, I walked out of Jim's room. I saw Jim in the hall, talking on the phone...naked (of course). Looking at him, I was getting hard again. I smiled at him...but rather than smiling back, he grimaced and shook his head, then nodded at something behind me.

I turned around. To my horror, there was Jim's older brother, Rey. He was looking at me, amused.

I had no idea what to say.

"You guys are kinda loud," Rey smiled, then moaned erotically.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Rey said, "Get some clothes on and we can talk, okay?" I nodded, dumbfounded. When had he come in?

As I worried that Rey might be like his father, I put on my clothes (including my own boxers). Jim walked in as I was pulling on my shirt. Id didn't seem like he was going to be violent...but there was really no way to tell, was there?

He whispered, "Get your shoes on. I'm worried about him." I nodded, and did; luckily, they were in Jim's room rather than downstairs. Unluckily, they were just sneakers; I glanced out the window and saw that it was still fucking snowing. It was hard to tell how much there was on the ground, though it was more than eight inches. The road wasn't really clear, though it was lower than the snow in peoples' yards. It would be a wet and cold walk home, if it came to that.

Jim got dressed—including his own shoes and a reasonably warm shirt, rather than a T–shirt. Then he grabbed an over–shirt of his and gave me it; it fit reasonably well, and was considerably less conspicuous than going downstairs to get my jacket, even if Rey did recognize it as Jim's shirt.

We then walked out of Jim's room together. Rey was sitting down in an armchair in the living room. We sat down next to each other on the couch—not as close as I would have liked, but not overly far, either. The couch was only designed for two people.

"That was Mom," Jim started. "She says that they're just gonna stay at the Penzas' until the roads get in better shape, but she wants us to shovel the driveway."

"Alright," Rey said. "Do they know about you two?"

I frowned. Jim said, "No. Nobody does, except you. Hell, we didn't know until last night."

Rey said, "Really? How long have you known you were gay?"

"For me," I said, "about..." I glanced at a clock, "seven hours."

"And you, Jimbo?"

Jim hated being called Jimbo, and Rey knew it. He was the only one who ever called him that...the only one Jim would let get away with it. "I've known since spring of eighth grade," he said, annoyance evident in his voice.

"Well," Rey said, "I've known since that summer."

"About me?" Jim asked, surprised.


"How'd you find out?" I interjected.

"There was one time when I saw Jim jacking off to pictures of guys."

Jim blushed, and Rey smiled.

"Well?" Jim asked.

"Well what?"

"Well, what do you think about it?"

Rey paused for a second. "I...I think it's kinda gross, and I wish I hadn't seen Sam giving you head."

"What?" I demanded.

"When I got in this morning," he said, "I looked in on you guys, just peeking my head in. I think you were kinda too distracted at the moment to notice."

We both blushed again.

"Don't let Dad find out," he said, his voice suddenly completely serious.

"I know," Jim said. "No way in hell. Don't tell Mom, either, `cuz she'll just tell him."

"Don't tellanyone," I said. "You know what they do to gay kids, even in good old liberal suburban Connecticut."

Rey nodded somberly.

"Well," he said. "I wish that you guys weren't gay, or at least not having sex, but since that's the way things are, I'm okay with it. I'd rather not see you having sex again, or even naked, if it can be avoided."

"What about cuddling?" Jim asked.

"As long as you're not doing anything overtly sexual, I think I can live," Rey said. I immediately leaned against Jim's shoulder and wrapped an arm around him. It just felt good.

He smiled. "Yeah. That's fine, I guess. Don't do anything more, though, at least where I can see...don't kiss or anything like that, please." I pouted, again over–exaggerating everything. "And you know you can't do anything in public."

"I know," I said, somewhat dejected. Why did society have to suck so much?

"If you feel the need to do anything more than that, lock your fucking door, and keep it down. Alright, well, you two lovebirds, I think we have to shovel the driveway."

We got through the task with only the minimum amount of flinging snow on each other, and then went back inside. Because Rey was there, we avoided anything more than just cuddling. Even that amount of bodily contact was great. So, we just laid around, watched TV, played some Halo, shoveled the snow that had accumulated since we last shoveled, and the like.

It stopped snowing a little after noon, and the roads were pretty much cleared not long afterwards...while, they were in decent shape, considering the TV said there was a good ten inches out there. If it weren't winter vacation, the local kids would have quite a snow day or two.

Jim's parents came home, so Jim and I stopped making any more bodily contact than would arouse their suspicion...unfortunately, that meant that we also couldn't arouse ourselves...at all. I found it hard to be sitting there, so close to Jim, and yet not be able to touch him. It was actually painful.

Alex called at about two and suggested that we all go over his house. We did, after getting the appropriate permissions (oh, wasn't living with your parents fun...I missed the freedom of boarding school, even for these three weeks). Rey drove us, which meant that as soon as we were out of the driveway I laid my head in his lap. Jim snaked his hand through my jacket, under my T–shirt, and played a little bit with my nipples, which was incredibly erotic. I was completely hard within seconds, and I could feel with my ear that Jim was in the same state. If Rey noticed us violating his conditions, he didn't say anything.

"Are we gonna tell Alex?" I asked quietly.

"I don't think it's a good idea," he replied.

"I don't know how long I can go being close to you and not able to touch you," I said.

Jim laughed quietly. "You think you have a problem? You're the sexy one," he whispered as he flicked my nipple. In response, I rubbed my cheek against his hard–on.

"It's happened twice," he said, "that when both Alex and Rob were there, I sucked them both off—one at a time, of course, but in the same room and with the other one watching. Maybe we could do the same thing...I suck you and Alex, that is."

"Okay," I said. "I guess that'll have to do."

We chilled for a while, doing normal stuff. Rob ended up coming over.

To my delight, it was only the four of us around. Even better, I didn't even have to bring the topic up.

"You know what I could really use," Rob said after he lost his last life in the game we were playing, "is a blowjob."

I immediately looked over at Jim, surprised. He said, "I could help you out there."

I felt Alex and Rob's eyes on me. Jim said, to clear things up, "Oh, Sam's gotten a few from me too."

I shrugged, and said a line that was an "in joke" among us: "What can I say?" in a weird, specific accent. Alex and Rob laughed.

"You guys mind?" Rob asked.

"Go ahead," I said. Alex gestured that it was fine.

Rob got up and swapped places with Alex, so that he was sitting on the couch. I had happened to be sitting next to Alex; I got up and sat in the chair where Jim had been. Rob took a posture so that he was sort of more leaning against the couch than sitting down; he was in a sitting position, but his hips were thrust out. Rob undid his fly and pulled down his pants himself, then took down his boxers. He kept his shirt on.

Rob was the shortest among us, at five foot six–ish. He was also, however, in the best shape, being decent at soccer and really good at both wrestling and lacrosse. He was blond, blue–eyed, and pale–skinned; he looked every bit the German Jew. This look apparently extended to his dick; he was circumcised. He was still mostly soft.

Jim got on his knees in front of Rob and put his hand on Rob's cock. He started playing around with it, getting it hard. He used his other hand to play with Rob's balls.

"I can't believe you let him touch you with anything but his mouth," Alex said. "That's so gay."

I felt my face flush a little bit with that remark. He was calling people gay? Alex? Who was sucked off by a guy twice a week, and who had been looking at gay erotica in the first place to find Jim's story? Who was right now watching one guy suck off another?

"It's just to get him hard," Jim said.

"It feels pretty good, too," Rob said.

"It's still mad gay," Alex said stubbornly.

Rob was now what looked like all the way hard; I was somewhat surprised to see that Jim had been right; Rob's cock wasn't as long as either of ours. Though it was, of course, hard to tell, it looked like it was a little short of six inches.

Rather than reply to Alex's complaint, Jim took Rob in his mouth, all the way; his nose was rubbing against Rob's waist. "Yeah, that's nice," Rob said. Lacking x–ray vision, I couldn't be sure, but I assumed Jim was working him with his tongue. After a moment, Jim began working his head back and forth, slowly. Rob moaned, once, and Alex laughed at him. "Wow. You sound like such a fag, moaning like that." Once again, my blood boiled.

"Unh, yeah. Suck me. Suck me. Oh...yes...yeah...that's great...unh...oh God..." Rob didn't warn Jim that he was going to cum, but it was clear when he did. I watched Rob's face as it went from the tension of being almost at an orgasm to the tranquil post–orgasm state, eyes closed and a gentle smile on his face. "Wow," Rob said. "You're so good at that."

I then watched Jim swallow, suck Rob completely dry, and stand up. He had a massive erection, which was clearly showing. "Alright. Who's next?"

Alex said, "I am, but wash your fucking mouth out first. I don't want my cock anywhere that Rob's has been. There's mouthwash in the bathroom." Alex got up and went with Jim, to make sure that he actually did it, I guess.

Rob and I waited a minute in silence. He was clearly amused by Alex.

Then they came back. Alex stood in the middle of the room; Jim kneeled in front of him. I had a profile view as he pulled down his jeans and his boxer–briefs. Alex was just as tall as I was, with the black hair and brown eyes that went along with his Greek ancestry. He was a swimmer, and so in pretty good shape, though I wish I could've seen his chest. I had a feeling that that would've been sculpted, but he didn't even step out from his pants—he just left them around his ankles—much less take his shirt off. He did, though, have a nice ass.

His cock was, to start with, pretty much soft. He was also circumcised; apparently Jim was the only one among us who wasn't. His balls were about the same size as mine, though they hung much lower.

"Remember, don't touch me with anything but your mouth, and don't touch anything but my cock. I'm not into that faggy stuff."

Oh? No faggy stuff? Then why was a guy about to suck his cock?

Jim took Alex's dick and, I would assume, got him the little bigot hard with his tongue. There not being a whole lot to see at this point, my gaze shifted to Rob. He still had his pants down; he was watching, and getting hard again. I guess he noticed me looking, noticed what I was looking at, and sheepishly pulled up his boxers and his pants again. I just smiled at him and looked back at the other two.

Jim was now working his head back and forth along Alex's shaft. I noticed that his balls had drawn up closer to his cock. Mine also did when I was getting close to an orgasm, as did Jim's, but the effect was easier to see on Alex, who hung so low. From what I could tell, Alex was about the same size as Jim in the penis length department—which meant that I was the longest of us four. That made me smile, briefly.

Alex had started saying stuff. "Oh, yeah. Suck me. Suck me, bitch. Suck me! Yeah! I'm gonna cum all in your queer little mouth! And you'll like it! Yeah! My little homo bitch loves my cock! Unh!" He was clearly about to cum. Jim had pulled his head back, to catch it in his mouth; but instead Alex put his hands on the back of Jim's head, pulling him in and thrusting forward at the same time. He came, clearly. I saw that Jim was choking for a second, but then Alex let go of his head, and Jim popped off right away. He didn't suck at all, apparently; Alex was still dripping. I felt the almost uncontrollable urge to pick up the big wooden chair I was sitting in, walk over there, and smash Alex's face in with it. I didn't, of course, but I didn't understand how Jim put up with it.

"Yeah," Alex said. "That's right, queer little bitch."

Rob grimaced at me, and I grimaced back. Alex pulled up his pants.

"Gimme a second, Sam."


A moment passed, during which Jim just kinda stood there and caught his breath, and then he said, "Okay, I'm ready for you."

I decided I'd rather do it sitting down. "Rob, you mind if I steal your position?"

"Go right ahead."

I sat down on the couch, and Rob got up and sat in my seat. I slumped down and thrust my hips forward, spreading my legs. Because Alex would surely say something if I didn't, I pulled down my own jeans and boxers.

I was half–hard and waiting for Jim. I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, Rob's rapt attention on my cock. Alex feigned disinterest, but was also clearly watching.

Jim's eyes lit up as he came out and licked me, starting between my balls and going up to my head; then he took all of my mostly–hard rod in his mouth in one gulp, his chin rubbing against my nuts.

He started swirling his tongue and moving his head up and down, ever so slowly speeding up in the sexiest crescendo I had ever taken part in...so much better than any crescendo I had ever done when I still played the trumpet.

At one point, I let out a moan. I couldn't help it, and Alex laughed at me. I did my best to ignore him and concentrate on my lover's bobbing head. Finally, he had reached a speed twice a fast as I had gone while sucking him. He maintained that, his tongue sliding along the bottom of my shaft and his chin slapping really gently against my sack, and it wasn't long before I came. I moaned again, Alex laughed again; Jim caught all six spurts in his mouth, swirling them around with my cock before swallowing, with my dick still in his mouth. He was sucking as he came off me.

"Wow, Jim," I said, and closed my eyes.

Alex laughed yet again, and said, "You sound like a fucking twelve–year–old girl." He picked up the remote and turned on Comedy Central, leaving our game paused while I recovered. Jim sat down next to me and, while he was sure Alex wasn't looking, squeezed my thigh really briefly.

When I had recovered, I pointed out, "You know, I don't think it's really fair that Jim sucks us all, but the only thing he can do is beat off." I just wanted an excuse to give Jim some head, of course.

"What?" Alex said. "You a queer, too, Sam?"

I started to say something, but Rob beat me to it. "No. I agree. That's not fair."

Alex laughed. "Well, I'm not sucking anybody."

"I don't know if I want to blow you, Jim, but I'd be willing to give you a hand–job," Rob said. Jim looked at me, as surprised as I was. He seemed to be waiting for me to do something, so I shrugged minutely. If he wanted to, he could go ahead. I didn't know why he was asking my permission, though.

"Alright, if you want to," Jim said. "Uh, how are we gonna do this?"

"Get up," Rob directed. They both did, and Rob stood facing him. Jim dropped his pants and his boxers, exposing that wonderful dick of his, which was mostly hard. Rob reached out and, with some obvious hesitation, wrapped his hand around it.

"Queers," Alex said, but kept on watching.

Rob starting moving his hand back and forth, but it clearly wasn't working. "Fuck that," he said, and walked around behind Jim, getting in a more familiar position. He pressed up tight against Jim, his chin resting on Jim's shoulder, and his hand started jacking Jim off. This meant that Rob's groin was pressed up against Jim's naked, sexy ass. I could see, although Alex probably couldn't that Rob was quite clearly hard, and Jim's ass was rubbing against his erection as Rob beat him. Alex made some more homophobic comments; I did my best to instead concentrate on the sight of Rob giving Jim a handjob.

It wasn't long before Jim came, and this was where some foresight would have been useful. Jim's dick not being in anyone's mouth, his cum shot out and got all over the floor. Rob realized this, and caught most of the subsequent squirts with his hand.

"Shit," Alex said. "Clean that up."

"Don't worry," replied Rob, "I got it." And here, instead of grabbing the tissue box, he licked Jim's cum right off the fucking floor. When the floor was clean, he did the same with his hand.

"Fucking fairy," Alex said. "That's disgusting."

I grinned at Rob, who grinned back. Jim came and sat next to me, and Rob sat on the other side of him. The couch wasn't really big enough for three of us, but we didn't mind. "Go wash your hands before you touch my controller," Alex demanded. "I don't want your fairy juices on it." Rob, clearly taking this in good humor, went off to wash his hands. "You do that too, Jim." Alex commanded angrily. "You were feeling him up too."

After a second, I decided there was no way I was going to sit there alone with Alex, or I would end up killing him. To think that this bigot had been my friend since third grade...I felt my face heating up in anger, one of my more annoying (to me anyway) traits.

"I might as well go wash my hands, too," I said, and got up to go do that.

I walked in the bathroom, where Jim was washing his hands and Rob was standing nearby, against the wall. I sighed and collapsed on the toilet seat, deflated. "How do you deal with that asshole?"

Jim shook his head. "It's not that bad."

"Yes, it is!" I almost shouted, then remembered myself. I continued in a quieter voice, "I was seriously, really afraid that if I stayed in there alone with him, I would end up hurting him."

"Sam..." Jim said.

"He's so...I don't know. He makes me so angry. And to think that I've been friends with this kid since third grade, and I never had any idea. Why do you do It, Jim? Why do you give him head when he treats you so bad? It hurts to see him do that to you." I paused a second. "I mean, it actually fucking hurts. Physically. My chest kinda tightens up and I get nauseous...why the hell do you do it, Jim?"

Jim was standing in front of me, now. I stood up and embraced him, violently. "Really, Jim. Why do you do it?"

"I don't mind, Sam."

"Are you kidding? Are you fucking kidding? He choked you when he face–fucked you."

"Do you want me to stop?"


"Alright. We'll talk about it later, okay babe? He won't ask to do it again today."

"Okay," I said, reluctantly. "We need to talk about it."

"Yeah. And we will. Just not now, okay?"

"Okay," I said. Then, on an impulse, I kissed him. He kissed back, immediately, but he broke it off after a second and turned towards Rob. He had been standing off on the side, watching, but not in an overly offensive way.

"How long have you guys been together?"

I checked my watch. "Hey, happy eighteenth–hour anniversary, Jim." I kissed him again.

Rob laughed. "Oh, okay then."

Alex's voice came up the stairs. "You little fairies having a threesome up there?" I squeezed Jim's shoulder; he wrapped an arm around me, and I leaned against his shoulder. It helped, actually, to just have him there to comfort me.

"We should go back down, I guess," Rob said. I shrugged. I didn't want to, but I would, as long as Alex didn't piss me off too much.

"By the way," Jim said, "that was a really nice handjob, Rob." Rob grinned; I felt vaguely offended, but then I got over it. It was just Rob, after all. And he didn't seem to be concerned at all about us being "together"...though he had stolen my chance to give Jim some head.

Alex let up with the homophobic remarks a lot, once our activities had drifted safely from sex back to killing each other...in Halo, that is. It was strangely therapeutic to destroy Alex in video games, rather than in real life, and my desire to do the latter slowly went away.

I did, eventually, have to go home. I ended up going to bed early, and unsatisfied. I had trouble getting to sleep; Jim choking on Alex's cock kept on replaying itself in my mind. I did, finally; three seconds later, the sun was shining in my eyes and I was awake, just as tired as when I went to bed. My covers were all over the place; I had tossed and turned last night more than I ever had.

I got up and made myself some breakfast, and it suddenly hit me that it was Friday...New Years' Eve. Then it hit me that I was going back to school on Monday.

What was I going to do without Jim? If I was this miserable being away from him for just a few days, how could I live without him until spring break, in March?

I tried to keep that thought out of my mind as I ate my cereal. My mom came down as I finished the bowl.

"What are you doing up?"

I shrugged. "I don't know," though I did. "Couldn't sleep."

"You alright?"

"Yeah, of course." My tone was indignant. Who did this woman think she was, to think that she could be concerned with my well–being?

"Okay. Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"Would it be alright if Jim and maybe Rob came over?" I asked.

"You know your father and I are going out tonight," she said. I nodded. I had completely forgotten, but that was okay. "What about Alex?"

"I think he said he was busy," I lied.

"Okay," she said. "Jim and Rob can come over, if they want."


"Don't burn the house down."

"Of course not. Shrooms don't make you do stuff like that, at least most of the time."

She stared at me, and I laughed. She smiled and went upstairs.

I grabbed the phone and called Jim. I didn't get an answer, which surprised me, until I realized that it wasn't even eight yet. I sighed, and tried to find solace in Fable. It didn't work, but it did at least give me a little something to try to distract me from thoughts of him for the next two and a half hours. I forced myself not to call until ten, but the instant that I heard the first chime of our old grandfather clock, Jim's phone was ringing. It kept on ringing...after an eternity of maybe four rings, I heard a click and then Jim's voice.

"Hello?" His voice was groggy; he had clearly just gotten up.

"Did I wake you, babe?" I asked, after first making sure neither of my parents were in earshot. They weren't; my dad wasn't up yet (normally, I wouldn't be either), and my mom was out for a walk.

"Yeah, but since it's you, I don't mind."

"I miss you."

"I miss you too, Sam."

"I couldn't sleep last night. I think you've succeeded at totally fucking up my life. Asshole."

Jim laughed. "Yeah, I hate you too."

"Oh, no, I don't hate you. On the contrary," I said, "I love you."

I was a little surprised that I had said that, but it felt right, and, well, it was true.

"I love you too," Jim said.

There was silence for a moment, but it was a comfortable silence.

"I need to see you, baby," Jim finally said.

"Same here. Wanna come over?"

"Is it okay with your parents?"

"They said you could come over tonight. But, hell, it's already ten!"

Jim laughed. "Lemme shower and get dressed first, then I'll see if I can get a ride over there."

"Oh," I complained, only half–joking. "I was hoping I could do that with you."

Jim laughed. "I'd love to, but I don't think my parents would swing for that, somehow."

"Damnit, Jim, you're fifteen, almost sixteen years old. When are you gonna outgrow your parents?"

"Maybe later," Jim said.

"My parents won't be here tonight."

"Awesome. Very awesome."

"Maybe we'll take that shower."

"It's a date," Jim confirmed. "Love you."

"Love you too."

And then he hung up.