Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2015 03:39:24 +0000 (UTC) From: JoshRJosh Subject: gay male incest A Brothers love Part 14 Please do not read if you are not of legal age or if this material is illegal where you live. This story belongs to JoshR. Copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved. Nifty.org is a great site and it is FREE and run by a dedicated person who gives of his time and energy. Please DONATE. Oh yeah, and thank you for the kind emails. They are very much appreciated. A Brother's love (2) part Fourteen We ran for over an hour. It felt good. Several times I felt sad thinking about all the times we ran at home and soon I'd be there and he wouldn't. I felt love for him because he was right, I could tell him anything. I wondered how many days there were in nine months. I figured about 260 days. That's about 6,240 hours. How many minutes, I wondered. So, make it 62,400 and multiply by 6. Zero, zero, twenty four, four carry the two," "Do you want to head back?" "Shh, I'm counting." "Counting what?" "Shhh." Carry the two. I focused on the numbers in my head. "You are weird." "Shut up." Carry the two, then twelve plus two is four. Four, four zero zero. Thirty six, thirty seven. "So, it's three hundred and seventy four thousand four hundred minutes." "What is?" "Until I get here in September." "Oh my God, you are so weird." We ran. "You know you could cut about one hundred and thirty thousand minutes off that." "What? Wait, how? What's 130,000 minutes?" "Figure it out." "Fuck." I concentrated. "Fuck. About ninety days. Three months. Three months? " I thought for a moment. "You mean come here after I graduate?" "So, John and I are renewing our lease. It's a year lease, but he's going home. He works for his father during the summer. He leaves right after finals and comes back the weekend before school starts. My finals are done before you graduate." "They'd never let me do that. I want to, but I should work. Maybe," "I can get you a job here. Life guarding. If I know you're coming. You can send me you certificates and a letter from Roger that you've been trained to give lessons. I think I can swing that. I'll talk to John. He was going to pay his half of the rent even though he isn't going to be here. Maybe I can get you to pay half of his half. Maybe he'd go for that." "Fuck, that would be awesome. But they're going to freak out." "You said you were cutting ties." "You're right." I stopped running and started jumping around. "So that's two hundred and forty four thousand minutes." "You are weird. Maybe you should just stay home," he said looking at me. We arrived at his apartment. I started to undress. He was naked and I was still in my sweatpants and jockstrap. I bend down, stepping out of my pants when he pushed down on the bed. I laughed. He pulled off my sweat pants. "Get on your knees." I started to take off the jock, but he said, "Leave it on." I knelt on the bed my butt facing him. I looked back. He put his hands on my buttocks and spread my cheeks. He ran his hand over my crack and then knelt down and put his face to my ass. I felt his tongue pressing against my hole. "Oh fuck," I moaned. I moved my hand to my junk. He pushed my hand away. He licked my ass and rubbed my junk through my jock strap. My erection pushed out of the jock strap. He licked my ass and stroked my cock. "Fuck," I moaned. I arched my back, lifted my head and tried to watch him. We had eye contact. He smacked my ass. I moaned. He licked my ass and then pressed a finger in and moved it around. "Oh yeah." More licking. Then he bit my ass and smacked it. More licking. I heard the lube top snap open. Lube on my ass. "Fuck me, David." Then his cock pressed against my ass. He pressed in. I pushed toward him taking his cock in deep. "Oh fuck," I called out. He held my hips and fucked me. I put my head to the mattress, my ass in the air and held on. If I reached for my cock, he pushed my hand away. "Fuck me, David. Fuck me hard." He put his hands to my shoulders and pulled me toward him pressing his hips tight against my ass. Then he began fucking me hard. Again I thought I might come. His cock moving inside of me made my eyes roll in my head. "Fuck, yeah, fuck me." Each time he thrust into me, he held me against him. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. "Oh fuck," I moaned. I felt on fire. My cock was hard and each time he thrust deep into me I felt like cum was moving through my cock. He'd pull almost all the way out and then deep into me. We'd both grunt and groan. Then it was fast and hard thrusts. He was grunting. My body trembled with pleasure. He pulled out of me and spun me around. I knew what to do. I fell to my knees in front of him and opened my mouth. He masturbated and then his cock went into my mouth. He was coming and I was hungrily swallowed. His thick load sat on my tongue. I moved it around in my mouth wanting to hold onto the taste of him. He fell onto the bed. I looked at him. He was lying there panting. His cock was hard and pulsing. He looked at me. I swallowed and said, "Fuck, that was incredible." He said, "Are you sure you're okay. Did you think it was weird?" And then he laughed. He was mocking me. I smiled, jumped on him and tried to tickle him. It didn't work. He was all over me. He said, "That's what you call fucking like an animal." "I liked it. You like games, sex games," I said. He smiled. "I like sex and I like games. How about you?" "Yes. So, how about this." He smiled. I said, "We have to fuck each other in each room here." "That's what? Three rooms. We fucked in the bedroom. So the bathroom and the living area." "No, no, no. The bathroom, the area between the bedroom and the bathroom," "That's like six feet." "Big enough. The kitchen, the dinning area and the living room." "So, we have six days before you leave and John gets back." "Five rooms, six days." "Yeah, sure easy." "And we have to do it in a different position in each room." He laughed. "Okay. But six positions to fuck in?" "So, the bedroom will be our face to face of each other position." He smiled at me. Then he leaned toward me and kissed me. I smiled. "That area to the bathroom. Ah, okay, that will be lie down face to floor and other one on top." "Like we did during the other night." "Yeah. I really liked that one. We'll have to do that twice." He laughed. "Okay, the living room." Silence. He said, "On your knees on the sofa, like we did here." "Yeah, animal style." He laughed. "Dinning room." I said, "Well, there's only the table and the chairs. I don't think the table can hold us." "Agreed." "We did kneeling." I thought for a while. "Okay, one foot on the chair, one foot on the floor and bent over, butt in the air." "Yeah. Leaning on table, one foot on chair, one on the floor." "Kitchen and bathroom. They both seem like it has to be standing up." "Can we fuck sitting down?" I said. "Okay, how about this. One lies down on the floor, the other sit on his cock like we did, but we come in that position." "That's the kitchen and the bathroom is standing either in the shower or in front of the sink." "Sink," he said immediately, "so I can see your face. And no jerking off while you're getting fucked." I smiled and nodded. He said, "I still want to blow you and I want you to blow me." "That's only like five times in six days. We'll blow each other during the day and fuck at night." "Why that way?" "Because I come to quick when I fuck you if I haven't come in a while." "Yeah, you do." We laughed. He put his hand on my semi hard cock. "You want head or do you want to fuck me." "Fuck you." "Where?" "The floor near the bathroom." "Me face down on the floor." I nodded. He grabbed a pillow and walked to the hallway. He lay down and looked back at me. I knelt between his legs, leaned forward and licked his lower back. "You taste salty." "Dried sweat." I licked the upper part of the crack of his ass. He arched his butt upward and sighed. I bit his cheek and licked my way to the crack of his ass. I pulled his buttocks apart and pressed my tongue to his hole. "Oh yeah," he sighed. I licked, pressing my tongue against his sphincter and reached between his legs. I played with his balls and his semi hard cock. I licked and stroked. "Fuck me," he moaned. I wet my cock with lube and went back to licking his ass. His taste had me rock hard. I leaned forward, pressed my cock against his hole and pushed in. He moaned loudly. I stayed in a pushup position and watched my cock slid in and out as I thrust. I brought the head of my cock partially out and then went all the way in. Slowly over and over I dove into his ass. Each thrust brought a moan from him. He turned his head and saw that I was watching my cock. He reached around with both his hands and pulled his cheeks apart, further exposing his hole. Each time I pulled back, only the very tip of my cock stayed in. I watched his sphincter close and then a quick press down. And he'd moan. I was getting close. I went in deep and lay on him, my chest pressed against his back. I didn't move. He chuckled. I chuckled and bit down on his ear. I licked his face and ear not moving my hips. He said, "I don't want to give you a swelled head, but you do know you are big." I laughed. "Is that good or bad?" "That thing you were doing. Fuck that was intense. I mean I could feel it in my stomach." I laughed. "The pressure, not your dick." I laughed. "That fucking thing you were doing is great, but like right now, it feels too much." I pulled back half way. "We good here?" "Yeah, better." I started thrusting again. "Yeah, that's better," he said, arching his butt upward. "Fuck there's a spot that you hit that is like fantastic." I began thrusting. He moaned. I licked and bit his neck and shoulders as I thrust into him. I was close again. I put my hands under his arms and then grabbed his shoulders. I was slamming hard into him. He grunted and I moaned. My toes dug into the rug. I slammed hard into him. My body shook. My hips were pressed hard against his butt. My climax hit hard. I held onto him, bit his shoulder and grunted. When my orgasm was over, my hips kept arching forward as my abs kept tightening. He reached around and put his hand on my butt. "Stay there," he said. I held him. He turned his head hard to the right. I looked at him. We kissed. He said, "I like fucking you more than getting fucked, but I do like getting fucked by you." "Good, because I like getting fucked by you a lot and do like fucking you." "Okay, you can take your dick out." He turned his head and smiled. We stepped into the shower. I stood under the water facing him. I was soaping up my hands. I handed him the soap. He looked at me. He looked concerned, or lost in thought, maybe sad. I said, "What?" "Saying stuff is very hard for me to even you, so just listen. Sometimes I feel so alone here. Sometimes I feel scared. Everyone has a home to go to. I don't. Sometimes all I can think about at night is sleeping near you when we were kids. It was like such a safe place and I knew I made you feel safe. When I say I miss you, I'm not saying I miss your wisecracks, your jokes or the sex. What I mean is that I miss you. I miss feeling comfortable, safe, important to someone, like it really matters that I'm there. What we're doing is great and part, no most of the great is that I'm doing it with you. I want you to know that I will never do anything I think will fuck up our relationship. If I ever do anything, anything that hurts you, fucks with your head, anything, you have to tell me. Please." Silence. "I promise." We held each other. "David, I feel the same way. You always made me feel safe. I guess what I feel stupid about is that I didn't tell you stuff sooner. But I guess I thought if I lost you I'd die. So I get what you're saying completely. And if I ever do anything that is fucking us up please tell me." "I promise." "And I get that I'm at home and yeah I get that it's a home, but I'm not safe there." He looked at me. "I know." "David, when I was flying up here, I was so excited I could hardly breathe. Yeah, I was looking forward to whatever we'd do sex wise. But if we did nothing I would be just as excited. And you're the one that made us safe. Or you made me safe. I don't know if you know this, but I was so scared to learn to swim. I knew I'd drown. But when Mom said you were going to teach me, I wasn't scared anymore. You were a kid, I mean ten years old and I completely trusted you. It's weird but I went from wanting desperately to stay out of the water to looking forward to when you'd hold me and tell me I could do it. You know, when you'd wrestle me and I screamed. I loved it. Sometimes I'd say something and I was hoping you'd do it. Just because we were physically close and you'd be holding me. And you're right, I loved being in the shower with you when I was a kid and I loved looking at you naked and you never made me feel bad." He looked at me. "I never wanted to be like Dad was to you." "You weren't. You know, when we jerked each other off, we did it lying next to each other and that was fun, but the best was when we'd lean against each other, in each other's arms. I loved those Wednesday nights just because of that." He turned off the shower but let the water run. He closed the drain and sat down in the tub. He pulled me down between his legs like when we'd jerk each other off. I lay against him. We talked as the tub filled with water. We didn't fondle each other. We just touched and talked. As we dried off, I said, "I want so badly to come here. Even if we never live together. Even if you get a girlfriend and we never have sex again. I want us to be close to each other. I feel like you do, like I don't belong anywhere and that the friends I have will go away if they really know me. I knew you'd never go away. I knew you'd never reject me. I was just scared that you'd feel weird around me." "Clearly I don't." "I know and I guess I always knew that deep down someplace." Naked and dry we walked into the kitchen. He hugged me and kissed me. "I'm glad we talked. Sometimes I think talking is harder than just having sex. For sure the sex thing is more fun." I smiled. "We still have lasagna." "Let's warm it up." We started to get dinner ready. I said, "And I haven't forgotten that you want to watch me jerk off." "Not sure why I do, but you're right, for sure." We had dinner and then curled up on the sofa and watched TV. I had my meeting with the coach. I arrived at 10am. We sat and talked for almost two hours. We talked about swimming workouts and what would be expected. We talked about meet schedules. We talked about my course load and my major. He introduced me to the other coaches. I was surprised that he didn't say anything about David during the meeting. As he ended the meeting he said, "Well, David isn't our best swimmer but he is consistently getting better. He is one of my hardest workers and someone who I respect as a young man. He talks highly of you often. There was a time when I thought it was just patronage, but I've seen your times, I've seen you swim and I've seen your letters and transcripts. So, again, David is someone who is to be taken at his word. You'll be hearing from us soon." I met David outside the gym and told him all the coach said. "He wants you," he said. "Yeah, it felt that way, but he never said anything about a scholarship." He nodded. "It'll work out." We decided on a very light lunch and then a swim workout. He called Matt. He decided to join us for a workout. Matt was great. He joked with us about Christmas dinner and his grandmother as we undressed. I did notice him give my junk a quick glance. I gave his a quick glance too. We swam for over and hour. David's pace, as usual, was kick ass. Both Matt and I fought to keep up. There is that wall thing that happens just like in running. You get into that, why am I doing this, I don't want to do this, this is so fucking boring, then you're one with the water and then there's the `Matt's dick is nice and a nice set of hangers. Is he a top of a bottom? Does he have a boyfriend?', stuff. We went to the sauna. Yes, they had a sauna. Then the Jacuzzi and then a cool water dunk. Matt drove us to the apartment and then headed home. David said, "He likes you." "He seems nice," I said. "I think we could be friends." "He's a good friend, kind, considerate, smart and funny." I went to the bedroom and undressed. I lay down on the bed. I knew I was horny. I was sure he was too. He entered the bedroom, looked at me and smiled. He sat on the bed and slowly untied his shoes. He looked at me and smiled. I chuckled. He leaned over me, smiled and then bent forward and kissed me. Our tongues met and my dick got rock hard. "Get undressed, I said. "Undress me," he said smiling. I laughed. I got up from the bed and pulled off his shoes, then his socks. He kept staring at me, looking at my erection and smiling. I undid his pants and pulled them off. I unbuttoned his shirt. He flicked my balls with this finger. "Ouch. What are you doing?" He laughed. I had to lean away from him as I continued undressing him. He was all smiles. I pulled his tee shirt off then his boxer briefs. I then jumped on him and grabbed his balls. Almost immediately I was on the floor and pinned. I laughed. He poked. I laughed and he bit me on the chest and shoulder but in a way that tickled. He was on top of me. He turned around. His junk was in my face. He was hard. He took my cock into his mouth. I took him into mine and moaned. I love sucking cock, I thought, especially his cock. After a while, we moved to the bed. We lay facing each other kissing and rubbing each other's junk. Again he turned around. I rested my head on his inner thigh. He rested his head on mine and we gave each other head. We changed positions and then were back to giving each other head. We licked each other's butt holes, balls, cocks and sucked. Over an hour later, I came and then he came. It wasn't a crazy ass climax like after our run when he animal fucked me. It was more of an easy but intense orgasm. When it was over, a calm washed over my body. I felt like I was floating. We held each other for the longest time. We had dinner, went into town and saw a movie. On the way back to the apartment he wanted me to decide on which room we'd have sex in. I laughed. "Ah, well, how about on the sofa." "Ah, so you're feeling like a horny animal." "Yeah, I guess. It sounds exciting." David got on his knees on the sofa with his back arched and his hands braced against the back of the sofa. I slowly pressed into him, watching my cock disappear. He moaned. Slowly I began thrusting deeper each time. He grunted with each thrust. I moaned. "Fuck me," he moaned. "Come on, throw that ass into it." I thrust faster and faster and harder and harder. He had to brace himself. "Oh fuck, Josh," he moaned. I got close and slowed down, then I stopped moving. I ran my hands over his back, around to his chest and stomach. His abs were tight. I moved my hand to his junk. He was hard. Almost with my chest against his back, I thrust into him and stroked his cock and played with his balls. He moaned, "Fuck me." I was getting close again. I grabbed both his shoulders and thrust hard. I pulled out of him. He sighed loudly. I spun him around as I stroked my cock. He looked at me and then sat on the sofa in front of me. He took my cock, stroked it aiming at his mouth. I held onto this shoulders and shot my load. Most of it went into his mouth. My legs were shaking, feeling weak. I had to sit. There was cum on his chin and cheek. He leaned over and kissed me. "You are an animal." I chuckled. I licked his face clean. We sat with each other for a while. He laughed. "It feels like your cock is still up my ass." I moved. I rested my head on his chest. He played with my hair. He fucked me in the dinning area, me with one foot on the chair and the other on the floor. He held my hips and fucked me. In bed we talked about the sofa and dinning area fucks. He said, "I liked getting fucked on the sofa. That was kind of hot." "Yeah, I liked doing it that way too. But I didn't like the dinning area." "Why?" "It was weird. It was like so impersonal. Maybe it was because I just came. I don't know. It felt like," "Yeah, it felt very impersonal to me too. Like it could have been anyone. But it didn't feel that way on the sofa." Neither of us were sure why, but we agreed we liked touching and seeing each other's face more when we had sex. We did fuck in the kitchen. That was okay. We fucked in the bathroom in front of the mirror. We really enjoyed that. But we decided that we enjoyed face-to-face fucking the best and animal style and stomach to back for variety. "I can't believe were rating this," he said. As the day of my departure neared, we each felt the excitement of my visit draining away. Neither of us said anything, but it was obvious. The morning of my departure, I woke up with him running his hand over my chest. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. The sheets and blankets were pulled off us both. He was lying beside me, leaning on his elbow and looking at me. I had morning wood. I stretched and said, "I have to pee then I'll be right back." When I got back I said, "How long have you been awake?" "About a half hour. I've been thinking and looking at you." I smiled. He said, "I've seen you like this hundreds of times, but I wasn't looking at you." "What does that mean?" He rubbed my chest and stomach. "Just now I was looking at your body, your face, like maybe Matt or Jamie or Sean might look at it." "How did you look at it before?" "I don't know. I mean I've always thought you were cute like in a boyish way. You know, my younger brother. I don't know. It's hard to explain. When I see you, I see my little brother, or younger brother and maybe all the years I've know you. I mean I don't see just a body." "Well, I don't see just a body when I look at you. And that's good, right?" "Yeah, of course. But I was looking at you sleeping and looking like I didn't know you. Does that make sense?" I nodded. He said, "You're a young man. You have a beautiful body. I mean really." "Shut up." "Stop it. You should know that about yourself. And you're very attractive," he said touching my face. "I wish I had your lips. They're perfect." I felt my face warming. "Shut up," I said and chuckled. "Josh, listen. You're very attractive. I'm not saying you should let it got to your head. But you should know that you are really very good looking and you're body is lean, tight and defined. And we won't even talk about your junk," he said touching my semi erection. "You're body is better than mine," I said. "It's different. You're on the lean side. I'm more muscular but I have more body fat. Yeah, I'm stronger than you, but you're more flexible. I chuckled. "You're saying this because I'm going home." He sighed. "I guess. I mean I just wanted to take a picture of you in my mind. And I don't think you see yourself. The other day when we worked out at the pool I noticed Matt looking at you. It was like he was checking you out but not wanting anyone to notice. And he kept doing it. I kept thinking about it." "Did it bother you?" "No. Not at all. I like him a lot. I just never saw anyone checking you out like I check out girls and some guys. It made me think and then I thought that I bet you don't really get how attractive you are. I was thinking as I was swimming. I bet if I put a video camera on the pool and had you walk around the pool, I could tell who is attracted to guys." I laughed. "Seriously," he said. "Bullshit." "Okay, here we go," he said. "Okay. But it's just weird to think like that. I mean I wouldn't look at me." "Eric, the guy I had oral sex with." "The guy on the swim team." "Yeah. He's a sophomore this year too. John and I got our apartment last June. John didn't come back until just before classes started. Eric came back early and started working out. So he and I hung out, got to know each other better than we had. One day we were having lunch on campus and he tells me that he had been in therapy. He said he had a very physically and emotionally abusive father." "Why was he telling you this?" "Because he said that he noticed that I do what he used to do and still does. When he walks around he stares downward at the floor. He'd glance up, but then down again. His therapist told him that she noticed it. She said that abused kids, like dogs stare downward, like trying to get through a room unnoticed." "Wow." "You do that too. He said to me that he noticed me doing it. He said that he couldn't tell if I was really conceited and didn't want to say hi to him or anyone else or if I was shy or if I was like him. I told him that I didn't think I was conceited, maybe shy. He said, no I was neither, because when he reached out to me, I was always friendly, warm, interested in him and engaged. He said he watch me at the pool, sometimes he'd see me on campus and I walked around looking down." "You think I do that?" "I know you do. How many friends have you made that you started the friendship?" I sighed. "And when someone wants to be your friend you're all excited." I sighed. "Aaron is a great example. He befriended you when?" "First grade." "You've been loyal to him ever since all your friends now come from knowing him when you were a kid or from me and the Bolts." "I guess." "After Eric and I talked I started noticing that I do that. I do it a lot and it's hard to stop doing." "So, how did you guys wind up having sex?" "It was just before John got here. We were talking about out childhood a lot. About you. He has an older sister who he tried to protect. He talked about her. Just stuff. We were talking about girlfriends and sex, things we like but not in a boasting way. Then he said, "Just so you know, I'm about 80% straight, but I've had oral sex with a guy friend. I told him that I was about 80% straight and that I had oral sex with a friend. We laughed. He blushed and so did I. We were going to go to a movie. He asked me if once was enough with a guy or would I do it again. I told him that it wasn't once but with one guy and being at 80% I would with the right guy. He said, "Yeah, same, not once but with one guy." We kind of chuckled. He moved toward me and we kissed. Then we were all over each other. We never made it to the movie. He spent the night and the morning. John was going to arrive that night. Before he left he asked if I'd ever consider hooking up with him again. I said yes. But we agreed that either way, if we did or didn't, we'd be good friends. And we are." "He sounds like a cool guy." "He is." "So when I walk around I should look up at the sky?" I smiled. He grabbed my nipple and twisted. Then it went into poking and tickling. Then he said, "Don't let Dad bring you down. I know you get really depressed at home and you start feeling like shit about yourself. It bothers me." I heard his voice crack. "Okay, I won't, if you stop feeling like you don't matter to anyone. I hate that Dad did this to you. You're like the greatest guy and you shouldn't look at the ground." I was surprised to hear my voice crack. My eyes welled up with tears. "It makes me so sad that you feel like that." I stared crying. "You matter to me." "I know I do. Really I do. It's just sometimes I get really depressed too. And I hate that Dad does what he does to you." I nodded and wiped my eyes. "You never tell me when you feel like that. I want you to tell me. Maybe if you tell me then you won't feel like you don't matter." "I will." "I mean I tell you everything." I chuckled. "Well, maybe in the past I haven't but I will." We decided to get up, have breakfast, shower and get me packed. David had asked Bill if he would mind driving us to the airport so that I would have to take the shuttle. He was more than happy. He was picking us up at noon. While putting stuff in the dishwasher, I said, "You never got to watch me jerk off." "I know. But I did get to watch you suck your dick." "Well, when I come back I'll do it for you." We got into the shower and soaped each other up. I don't think either of us was feeling in the mood for sex. We dried off. I said, "I've decided that I don't want Jamie to fuck me." "Okay. Why?" "I don't know. I like it, but I was thinking that I really want to think about STDs." "Well, he can wear a condom." "Yeah, but," "What?" "If I come for the summer and you're not like hooking up with someone else, we'd mess around again." "Sure. Okay." "So, I think I'm going to wait until then. I'm still going to suck cock. I mean can't pass up that, right? And I might fuck him." He laughed. "I guess I agree. If the right someone offers me head and a dick to suck on, I wouldn't turn it down." "Yeah and in your case a pussy to fuck." He laughed. "True. Never turn down a waiting pussy." I laughed. I packed. It was almost noon. We stood in the living room and hugged. "This was the best two weeks," I said. "For me too." We kissed on the mouth but not like making out. We went outside and waited for Matt. When he arrived, he put out his hand for me. We shook hands. He said, "You probably hate going home, but think of it this way, you'll be here soon. You'll get to hang with your brother and you and I will live in the same dorm. We'll have fun." He grabbed my suitcase and put it in the trunk. "Thank you," I said. I did notice the way Matt looked at me. I liked it. It made me blush. David wanted to come inside the airport and wait with me. Matt said it was fine. I said no. "Let's just say goodbye and drop me off." I was fighting not to cry. David turned, looked at me in the backseat and then nodded. We hugged. I grabbed my bag and went into the airport. While on the plane I thought about how excited I was to be flying just two weeks ago. And now I'm flying in the opposite direction and feeling the opposite of what I was feeling then. I remembered feeling so annoyed with how long it was taking to get through airport security, how long it was taking to get the fucking plane off the ground and how slow that plane was moving to where I wanted to be. Now I just didn't give a shit. I got my bag and sent Sean a text message. He said he'd be curbside in minutes. I waited outside. When he drove up I noticed that Aaron was sitting in the passenger seat. Since I was ten years old, my weekdays consisted of school, swim practice, dinner, studying and bed. My weekends were studying and church. In high school, I even swam on Saturdays. Oh and then throw in jerking off. So Aaron and I never hung out after school, but in school we were always together. And sometimes on Saturdays we'd study together. I thought Aaron was really good looking. He had a lot of dark brown hair that he wore about six or eight inches long that had a wave at the end. He had big brown eyes an average nose and straight white teeth. His lips were full and his smile was large. He was smooth all over except for under his arms and pubes. He had no leg or arm hair. He was an only child. His parents were cool. During the summer is when Aaron and I hung out more often. His parents had a pool and I'd go over to his house and swim, not the highest thing on my list of things to do, but we'd lie out in the sun and smoke weed. His dad was, as Aaron would say, a pothead and he always had the best weed. Aaron never mentioned that his dad smoked weed until I told him that I had smoked with my brother. I guess his parents made him promise not to tell their family secret. Once Aaron knew I smoked, he and I smoked occasionally. Their rule was that Aaron could smoke weed but only on days when he didn't have school. The other thing that was cool about his parents was that they didn't care if we swam and laid out nude and we did. So, a day at Aaron's house was always fun. And, of course, never talked about in my house. There was never anything sexual between us, never even a hint. I always thought of him as straight but not horny straight. Actually, he always seemed unisexual or asexual. But I did find him attractive and had masturbated thinking about him. Sean pulled up to the curb. Aaron got out of the passenger side of the car. "Hey," I said. He grabbed my suitcase and put in the backseat and then got in. I got in the passenger side. "Thanks for picking me up," I said to Sean. He pulled away from the curb. I turned around and said to Aaron, "Glad you came." "So," Sean said, "How was your trip?" "Cool. It was fantastic to see David." "How is he?" Aaron asked. Aaron always said he wished he had a brother like David. I think most of my friends did. I talked on and on about David, about UX, my meeting with the coach and what he said. "Oh cool," Aaron said. "I applied for early acceptance to UX too. I think we'll hear in the next week of two." His parents both worked and his father made good money, according to Aaron, so he didn't need a scholarship. "That would be cool. But I have to get a scholarship and I'm not sure that I will." "David did," Sean said, "so you should." Silence. Sean looked over at me and said, "So, Aaron thinks he's in a world of shit." I turned and looked at Aaron. He looked miserable. "What?" I said. "Don't be angry at me." "What? Why would I be angry at you?" I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. "Is this about my parents?" "No, no, not at all," Aaron said, his voice sounding stressed. He breathed in deeply. Aaron was one of the guys who I went to the homecoming game and dance with. We hung out with friends and danced almost every dance with different girls we knew. At the dance he spent most of his time with one girl, Cathy. After that we would tease Aaron about jerking off at night and fantasizing about her. We thought he should ask her out. It was also clear to everyone that Cathy was interested in Aaron. "Cathy asked me over to her house the week before Christmas," Aaron said. "She said she wanted to go Christmas shopping. I went over, you know, then we were going to go. But her parents weren't home." I turned around and looked at him. "You got her pregnant." Sean said, "The opposite." "What's the opposite of getting someone pregnant?" I said. "I couldn't do it. I freaked out when I realized what she wanted. I couldn't do it." "So. Hey, I guess that happens. It's not like you can't get it up, right?" "I jerk off two, three times a day. I can when I'm alone." "So, you're afraid she's going to tell everyone at school?" "She's telling people he's gay," Sean said. I felt blood drain from my face. "That's just bullshit," I said. "What a bitch. So she doesn't turn you on and that becomes you're gay." Sean said to Aaron, "Tell him." "I did something really stupid. Really stupid," Aaron said. He sounded like he was going to cry. "I mean I didn't know what to say. I was so embarrassed. I'm sitting there naked, she's naked and I have a limp dick and she asks me if I'm gay." I turned around again. "Are you?" "I said yes." "Are you?" "Please don't be mad at me. Yes, I am." 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