Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2015 21:51:52 +0000 (UTC) From: JoshRJosh Subject: Gay Male / incest A Brother's Love (2) part seven 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 Seven The day before our swim meet, David came into my room after we got home from school. We had a very light swim practice that day. "We have to talk," he said sounding annoyed. David never gets angry with me. David hardly ever shows anger. When he does get angry it is when someone, like my dad, gets down on me, or Kevin when he'd tease me about something. I've seen him and my dad go at it about things my dad has said to me. Once when I was eleven my father caught me in a lie. He didn't yell. He didn't hit. He just said that he had thought for some time that I was weak in character and would grow up to be someone he would be ashamed of as a son. He said that I disgusted him. I remember feeling devastated; so much so that I began to shake. He then said that he thought if I truly wanted to grow up to be a morally straight person, I would have to give greater effort to my faith. David was present. David didn't yell at him, but calmly said that it was his understanding that eleven year olds didn't have character, so how could I have a weak one. My dad asked not to be contradicted. It was all very civil, as it is always in my house. David said that he wasn't contradicting my father but rather informing him about what he learned. Then David asked if when he was eleven if he was ever caught in a lie. My father just glared at him and then said, yes and I turned to the Lord. "Was Granddad disgusted by you?" My father stared at David. My grandfather was a very kind and loving man and would not talk to a child that way. My father didn't answer David. I was punished and my father did not speak to me for weeks. He didn't speak to David for months. When I say speak, I mean he didn't engage in conversation or show interest. He told us what to do, he answered with one word answers and never made eye contact. He'd be even more distant and colder than he normally was. He believed that the withdrawal of parental love was the greatest of tools in correcting bad behavior. David once told me that he tried to figure out how to piss my father off so he'd ignore him and the longer the better. Where I feared from my father, David challenged him. The way he dealt with my father was to say, bring it on. I cowed under the treat of abandonment. So, David was angry with me. "What did I do?" "Jamie told me that you're going around saying shit about yourself and how you'll do tomorrow." "No. I mean, I'm just saying that, just that I feel the coach shouldn't have changed things up. I haven't swum the backstroke since last year." "You swim it every day." "No. Not in a race." "What does that have to do with it? You race all the time." "Don't you get nervous? Don't you think sometimes that someone is better?" "All the time. But I don't go around telling people that I'm going to lose. That I'm not good at this or that. I don't put myself down. Yeah, I feel nervous. I mean what do you think it is like when people say I'm the best butterflier in the league and then I get up on the blocks. I feel like I'm going to throw up. But I don't tell people I'm no good at it." "I guess. Why are you angry?" He sighed. "I'm not angry. It just bothers me that you do this. You have straight A's and your taking advanced classes and you say shit like `oh I'm just lucky. I test well'. You raced varsity your freshman year and you say the coach was stupid. You tell Jamie that you think you're nowhere as good as people think you are. I'm not saying you have to be a jerk and get a swelled head about your grades and making varsity your freshman year, but you're doing the opposite and that's just as much bullshit." "I guess." "Josh. When you do this shit I hear you saying stuff about yourself that Dad would say." "What do you mean? You're saying I'm like him?" "No. I'm saying that Dad says stuff like the reason you're doing so well in school is that you're lucky or you just test well. He does the same thing to me. That's the way he has to bust your bubble. Last semester you got straight A's and he said what?" "You've got them fooled." "Exactly. And you say the same thing about yourself." I sighed. "I guess." "Josh, when you do that, he wins. Don't let him win. Please." "I get it." He didn't sound angry anymore. "Josh, he's on us because we don't do his God thing. If we did then he'd be saying that it was our faith in the Lord. And that it was the Lord's hand at work. That's what he does with Sarah." "I'm just scared about the race." "Good." "What?" "Be nervous. You should be. That guy is fucking good." "Thanks." "But you're better. His time is less than two seconds off your best time last year, last fucking year. You are such a better swimmer than last year. So be nervous. Stick your head in the toilet before the race and puke your guts up, but get on the fucking blocks and kick ass." I couldn't help but say, "We start off in the pool for the backstroke," which of course I knew he knew. He looked at me. He smiled and leapt toward me. One moment I was sitting on my desk chair and the next I was on the floor with him wrestling me and tickling me. I was screaming and laughing. I guess my mother heard me hit the floor. She yelled up asking if I was okay. "I'm good. David is just trying to strangle me." "David, don't hurt him." "He's okay," he said. He had me in a headlock and his legs were tight around my legs. I couldn't move. "Say you're a good swimmer." "I'm a great swimmer," I said and laughed as he poked me in my side. "Mean it." "I do. I'm good." "Say you're smart." "I'm smart." He poked me again. "Like you mean it." "I'm smarter than you," I said and laughed. With lightening speed his hand went down my pants. He grabbed my balls and pulled and squeezed. I laughed. "Who is smarter?" "I am." He squeezed again. I couldn't stop laughing. "I'm getting wood." "Who is smarter?" I laughed. "You are." He squeezed again. "What? I said you are." He squeezed again. "We're both smart, the same." He took his hand out of my pants. I said. "That was just starting to feel good." He released me and said, "To me too." The day of the swim meet I felt sick all day. Not ill sick, but nervous, edgy, tense and my stomach felt queasy. Minutes before the race the coach came to me and said, "Look, it's been a while since you've raced the backstroke. Just relax and do your thing." "Yes, sir." "Shoot for a third place." I nodded, surprised. Third, I thought. Third. Come on, I can at least pull a second place. David came up to me. "Just swim your ass off," he said and smiled. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Jamie came up to me. I said, "Yeah, I know, you'll blow me if I take second." "Fuck, no. You're going to beat that asshole and then I'll blow you." I smiled. I got in the pool. I pulled into starting position. The buzzer went off and off I went. The 100 backstroke is a quick race. One turn and then you're heading to the finish. There's no time to break into your stroke and no messing up on the turn. It's all out from the start. It's part of the reason I like the 100. It's like being a sprinter on the track. You're either a sprinter or not. Immediately, I fell into my zone. The water felt like silk against my body. I knew my turn was going to have to be perfect. And it was. I could hear screaming, but nothing specific. Third my ass, I thought. A burst of energy. Almost to the wall and my body was in sync. This was seven years of swimming paying off. My hand hit the wall. More cheering. I'd gotten into the habit on not looking at the scoreboard. Bad luck, I decided. I glanced to where I knew David and Jamie would be. Jamie looked from the scoreboard to me. He smiled. David looked at me and smiled. The guy swimming in the lane next to me said, "Nice race." "Thank you," I said. I pulled myself out of the pool, started walking away. I was about to glance at the scoreboard when the coach put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I would have been happy with a second. Congratulations." I looked. I took first. "I told you," David said as he grabbed me and hugged me. "You did great," Jamie said. "Just my usual," I said and laughed. David won his race. We took second in the freestyle relay. But even if we had bet them in the relay they would have still won the meet. But we did better than we thought we would have done. Everyone was happy with the season and the seniors were going to celebrate. Jamie had recently asked out a girl in his class. David was dating Bethany; his new girlfriend. Kevin was dating as was Carl. So, everyone was going out. I was heading home. They asked that I accompany them, but David and I told them that my father wouldn't allow it. They dropped me off at home. I told my mom and dad how I did and how David had done. My mom said she was excited for me. My dad just looked at me and then said, "Do you have homework?" David was accepted to State, to the public university and the private university and was given full scholarship. I was so happy for him and also sad. He'd be leaving. I thought we should celebrate, have a cake, or take him out to dinner, but my mom said that my dad said that doing what is expected doesn't bring rewards. Fucking cheap emotionally constipated asshole, I thought. David and I weren't jerking off on Wednesday nights as often as we had. He was usually out with Bethany or friends or both to the library, but once in a while he'd stay in and we'd be in my room. The Wednesday after he found out about being accepted with full scholarship he stayed home. "I've decided on UX (private university)." "Great," I said, feeling my stomach ache. "Yeah, I know. I mean it's a great school and it'll be the best thing for me, but" "There's holidays," I said. "And maybe I can talk them into letting me visit you. I'd love to go to one of their football games." "I'm going to work this summer and save money. I'll send you a ticket." "It'll be good." I hated the idea of being in the house and not having him there. I couldn't imagine what it would be like. I had friends; guys on the Bolts like Jamie and Ben, who were a year ahead of me in school, and Rick who the coach moved to varsity for the last meet. I had good friends at school. My best friend was Aaron. He was also a good student, but not into sports. David's graduation was great. It was fun to watch him and his friends. He looked really happy. The plan for the summer was that he was to work at the YMCA life guarding and giving swim lessons to kids. He would also work out with the Bolts but not every day. Since he'd be swimming college level he didn't want to fall out of condition over the summer. I was again taking life guard classes and swimming for the Bolts and taking one summer school class; a driver's education class. I would be starting my junior year in September and turning sixteen in August and getting my driver's license. My grades and the driver's ed class would give my parents a break on insurance. My mom dropped me off at school. My driver's ed class was at 8am. Then David would pick me up and drop me off at the pool. I'd work out there with the Bolts and then take my lifeguard class. David would head to the YMCA and when he was done, he'd pick me up. But one day at the end of June my mother picked me up. "Where's David?" I said. "He's busy." "Busy?" "When we get home I want you to behave yourself." "Behave. Why wouldn't I behave?" "Just do as I say." "Tell me what's going on?" "Your dad and David." She hesitated. "Dad and David what?" Silence "Why don't you just tell me," I said angrily. "Calm down. You can't get in the middle of this." "Of what?" We were almost home. I was now so scared and angry I thought I'd start screaming at her. "Just tell me what's going on." She shook her head. "You're pathetic," I growled. "Joshua." "Don't Joshua me. I bet whatever it was you never said a word. You just stood back like you always do. You know it's bad enough to have to put up with his shit all the time, but at least you could back David and me up once in a while like you always do with Sarah. Now tell me what happened." I saw tears fall from her eyes. We pulled into the driveway. I saw Carl's car parked out front. The trunk and the backdoor were open. As I walked into the house, Carl was walking out carrying a bunch of David's clothes. "Where's David," I said. I was scared. "In his room." I walked in. My father was sitting in the living room reading. "Stay down here," he said. I ignored him and ran upstairs. I stepped into David's room. He was stuffing stuff from his drawers in garbage bags. "What are you doing?" I said feeling scared. He turned and looked at me. "David, what's going on?" I saw tears in his eyes. "Sorry," he said. "What happened?" "He tricked me." "What do you mean?" I walked toward him. He sat on his bed. "David, tell me what's going on." "He asked me if I was having sex with Bethany. I said no. He called me a liar and said he found a condom wrapper." "Oh fuck." "He saw the way I looked and he knew I was lying. I froze up. Then I said that all the guys were having sex and that Bethany's parents knew. He said she was a slut. Then we really got into it. I called him an asshole. He told me he wanted me out of the house and that I should go and live with Bethany and her parents. It got even worse after that. He said I disgusted him. I told him I hated him." "You're going to Bethany's?" "I'm going to Carl's house. They said I could live there until I go to UX in September." "You're moving out until you go. Don't you think this will get better? I mean you know how he gets." "No. He told me he never wants to see me in his house again unless I turn my life around. You know what that means and that isn't ever going to happen." "But you can't not be home. Wait you mean you're not coming home from school?" "You'll come and visit me." I sat down on his bed beside him. "David, this if fucked up. I mean it." "I'll see at the pool. I'll see you every day if you want before I leave for school." I was feeling angry, but tears started falling from my eyes. "Ah, Josh, don't." He pulled me into a hug. I began to sob. "I fucked this up bad and I'm so sorry," he said. "I just love you." "I know and I love you. More than anybody." We talked and then I saw Carl standing at the door. "You have anything else I should take?" David stood. They grabbed the last of the garbage bags. I followed them downstairs. David didn't say anything to my dad and my dad didn't say anything to him. My mom stayed in the kitchen. I went out to the car. I asked, "What do you mean he lied?" "He didn't find a condom wrapper. When we were arguing, before I called him a liar and an asshole, he said he found it in his car. I never used a condom in his car. We never fucked in his car, only Mom's SUV." "He lied and tricked you." "I was stupid. Let it go." Carl got in the car. David hugged me and said, "Please don't start with him and be careful. I'll see you tomorrow at the pool. We'll talk." He looked into my eye. Tears welled up in mine. He grabbed my face with both his hands and kissed me on the mouth, turned and got in the car. They drove away. I went inside. My father was walking from the living room to the kitchen as I walked in the house. My mother and sister were in the kitchen. I followed him. My mother said, "Josh, your brother knew the rules." I said to my father, "Do you remember what you said to me when I was eleven?" My father looked at me. "I lied to you about something." "Go to your room," he said. "You said that I was weak of character and that I disgusted you." He glared at me. I glared at him. I said, "Then you did your thing. You know how you don't talk to people you're disgusted by." "Go to your room." "You said that nothing justifies lying. Nothing." We glared at each other and then I went to my room. I didn't come down for dinner. I lay on my bed and felt angry. I paced around the room. I cried. I walked into David's room. I cried. Then I was angry again. How did he know they were having sex? I wondered. Did he just guess? Then I had an idea, a hunch, and epiphany. I went into Sarah's room. "Why did you tell them that David was having sex?" She looked surprised and embarrassed. I figured it had to be her. We were at the same school and people knew that David and Bethany were messing around. It only made sense that Sarah knew even though she didn't have any mutual friends. But everyone at school knew David. I figured that my dad had pressed her on it and she, being who she is, told him what she knew. "He knew the rules," she said. I instantly became so angry that I thought my head was going to explode. "So you just decided that you should tell Dad." "Dad was saying that they must have done something right with him because he wasn't doing drugs and he wasn't having sex. I told them that wasn't true." I was so angry I felt dizzy. "He didn't ask you, you just said?" "I didn't know he'd freak out and maybe if David hadn't lied. But he knew the rules." "I hate you. I've never liked you, but now I hate you. I've always thought you were just pathetic like Mom, but now I see you're evil like Dad. Don't ever talk to me. Don't come into my room. If you see me at school, don't even make eye contact with me." I stormed out of her room. I was so upset I was shaking. I turned back, walked into her room and said, "You should know I get payback." I did see David the next day. We did talk. I told him that Sarah told Dad. He said, "I know. When I figured out that he lied and I told him he lied he then told me that Sarah told him, and that everyone at school knew and that I shamed him. He told you that Sarah told him?" "No, I figured it out." I told him what had happened. "Don't be angry at her. You're right she is pathetic. What's stupid is that we were cooling it." "What do you mean?" "Bethany is going to school out of state. We can't be boyfriend/girlfriend. We were sad but we always knew it was for just our senior year and she said she was feeling weird continuing with the sex since they were going to break up." Bethany was nothing like Becca. I think I had figured that out because David never really talked about the stuff they did like he talked about all the stuff he did with Becca. I think he felt differently about her; he liked her more in a special way. But he was right, they couldn't still be a couple anymore. "I know you're angry at Dad and Sarah," David said. "But you can't start shit with him. You've got two years." He said it like a released prisoner would say to one still doing time. "I'm not starting shit. I'm doing the one-word answer thing." "Josh, don't." "Don't tell me what to do," I snapped. "Josh. You've got to stay on the Bolts. You know how he threatens. He won't pay for pool time if you do this or do that. He'd love to pull you off the Bolts just to fuck with you. You've got to get a scholarship." "I have grades." "That's not enough. Everyone has grades. You've got to have other stuff. The Bolts make you look like you're dedicated, mature and dependable. That goes a long way." "Don't tell me what to do. No one is going to tell me what to do." "I am telling you what to do. I'm your older brother and I get to. You could get a scholarship at UX like I did. Then you and I can be together. Think about it." I shook my head. "You're pissed at me." I shook my head. "Yeah, you are." "You fucked up and I'm going to suffer." "I know." We saw each other almost every day. Of course we weren't able to jerk off with each other again. I asked David if he and I could go to the creek. My father had canceled David's car insurance so he could no longer even borrow a car. The Bolts set a date to go to the creek for the last week in July. David told me he wasn't going and that I shouldn't go to the creek with the Bolts. "Why?" "Sarah. Think about it." "Yeah, but no one is going to say they jerked off at the creek." "No, but if I went they might mention that I was there and what about smoking dope. You know the guys talk." "I'll say I didn't smoke." "Just don't go. It's not worth it." David had talked to Jamie. When I saw Jamie he said, "I decided I'm not going to go this year either. How about this? I'll get some weed and you and I can go up the creek before school starts. We'll have a good time." I told David that he should come with Jamie and me. He, Kevin, Carl and Tyler were going camping before they all went off the college. He said I should go with Jamie and enjoy myself. I was pissed but decided they were probably right and that it would be more fun with just Jamie. "Okay, if Jamie and I go, I won't go with the Bolts." It wasn't hard to not speak to my father. He didn't speak to me. I did the one word answer thing with my mother and did not speak to Sarah. The Bolts went to the creek. Many of the guys wanted me to go. "You have to go and take David's place." I reminded them of what happened with David and they understood. Days before my birthday, David said to me, "I want to take you to lunch or something for your birthday. I don't have a lot of money." "I'm not doing my birthday. Actually, I'm boycotting my birthday." "What? Why? It's your sixteenth." I told David that I called our grandparents and explained that I meant no disrespect to them and that I loved them and would love to see them when they came into town for Sarah's and my birthday, but since David was not allowed to attend I wasn't going to be there. "You're nuts," he said. "I already told Mom that I didn't want my name on the cake and that I wasn't going to be there for the dinner. Dad said I had to be there or there would be a high price to pay." "Okay, see this is what I mean. You do shit like this and he's going to screw with you. You have to go to the dinner." I shook my head. "Josh, don't be an ass. So, go to the dinner." I had asked that my grandparents to respect my wishes and not give me a gift. My Dad's parents said they understood, but asked if it was okay if they gave me cash without my parents knowing. "We won't even give you a card," my grandfather said, "I'll just slip you some cash." "What did you say," David asked. "I said okay and that I loved them." "What about Mom's parents?" "You know they hate Dad. They said they wouldn't come for the birthdays. Then they called back and asked if I'd talk to you, they don't have your number, and ask if they came into town if they could take you and I out to dinner." "Sure. That would be cool." "They said they'd go to the birthday dinner, but only if they had dinner with you too." "I'll call them." David talked me into going to dinner. I went out with friends that afternoon and had a big lunch. I greeted my grandparents when they arrived at our house. When my granddad hugged me, he pressed his hand into my pants pocket. We sat down for dinner. I kept my plate empty. My father said, "I want you to eat dinner." "I'm not hungry and I don't want to waste food. I had a big lunch with my friends." "Your mother cooked for you." "Actually, I told Mom that I wasn't going to be having dinner or cake." My mother said nothing. "Put food on your plate." "If he's not hungry," my father's father said, "Why should he eat." My father snapped, "Because I said so." My grandfather looked at my father and said "Watch your tone with me. I am still your father. This boy has a strong loyalty to his brother, which I find admirable and shows us respect by being here." My grandmother said, "If he doesn't want to celebrate his birthday, that's up to him. I don't celebrate mine anymore," and she smiled at me. My mother's mother said to my father's parents, "We're having dinner with David tomorrow, would you like to join us?" She looked at my mother and said, "He is still our grandson." We had dinner. I talked to my grandparents about school, about swimming and about getting my driver's license. I never mentioned David, nor did they ask about him at dinner. We had cake. My name wasn't on it. I had none. We did go to dinner with David and my four grandparents. When we left the restaurant, my father's father said to me, "I was serious about what I said. I am proud of you. David told me he's afraid your father will stop paying for your pool time. If he does, let me know. I'll pay for it and I'll call him and tell him and tell him if he interferes with your swimming he'll pay a price with me." "Thank you, Grandpa," I said shocked. "We love all our grandchildren, and want to see them succeed. Your grandmother and I would like to come into town and see you swim sometime. Let us know which meet, where and when you think would be fun for us." "Yeah, sure." We hugged again. "I love you, Grandpa." I hugged and kissed my grandmother and thanked her. After they left, David told me that both my grandfathers gave him cash and said they'd send him a check each month to help him out. My father's father was most upset about what had happened. He seemed almost embarrassed. "Your father has a short memory," he said to David. "But I don't." "What did he mean by that?" I asked. David shrugged. My mother took me to the DMV to get my driver's license. I passed. Then she told me that my dad would not pay for my insurance nor would he allow me to be put on his policy if I came up with the money for the insurance, nor would he allow me to drive either of their cars. That was the price for boycotting my birthday. "Well, I guess that means you're going to have to drive me to swimming or I'm going to have to get someone else to do that." "All you do is make my life more complicated," she said. "No, Mom, I don't. He does and you put up with it. You've lost one son and I can promise you that you will lose another in less than two years." She looked at me surprised, as though she hadn't considered it and then nodded. "Didn't you understand that when you let David walk out the door, I would be counting the days until I left?" Silence. "I hope he's worth it," I said. A guy named Sean transferred into our district and into my high school the year before and he swam varsity at our school. He was from out of state. He had been on a swim team like the Bolts so had tried out mid-year and made it. He would be starting his junior year like me. After they all went to the creek he came up to me before a Bolts workout. "I was hoping you'd come to the creek," he said. "Why?" I asked. He looked at me and blushed. "Ah, well, just to get to be better friends. You know hang out. Smoke some weed. Get loose. Ben said you're fun." "I don't know how much fun I am," I said as we walked to the pool. "You know David my brother." "Yeah, of course." "You know what happened?" "Yeah. They were talking about it at the creek." "So, if my father found out I was smoking weed and doing a circle jerk the same thing would happen to me." "Really? But everyone smokes once in a while and everyone." "Yeah and everyone fucks. So I've got to be really careful." "Okay, so would you want to hang out sometime? We could get high and I promise I'll never tell anyone. I swear." I looked at him and said, "Yeah, I guess, but you have to know that I have to be very careful." While I did my laps I thought about Sean. I thought it was cool that he wanted to hang out. Believe it or not, I've always been kind of shy and most of the friends I had were people who wanted to be friends with me, or made an effort. I know that sucks, but it's because I'm shy and always hesitant about just reaching out to people. I thought about him blushing when I asked him why he wished I were at the creek. I thought he was cute. A little taller than me. Leaner as in not as muscular, not that I was. Nice butt. Good swimmer. He was blond and had blue eyes. He looked good in Speedos and out of them. I asked him if he wanted to get together on the weekend to hang out or something. "Damn," he said. "I can't. I'm having to go out of town. I visit my dad for a couple of weeks after school gets out and a couple of weeks before school starts." I was disappointed but he seemed even more disappointed. "No sweat," I said. "We'll get together during school." "Promise?" he said. I smiled and nodded. When David left with his friends to go camping, I told him that Jamie and I were heading to the creek that Friday. "Yeah, he told me he. Have a good time," he said and then chuckled. "Why are you laughing?" "Just enjoy yourself. Jamie's a good guy." Jamie and I headed to the creek. "I didn't tell my parents we were coming here." "What did you tell them?" he asked. "Nothing. We don't talk much which is fine with me." We undressed and swan to the other side of the creek. We climbed the rocks and found a place, unpacked the food and water. We covered ourselves with sunscreen. "Let me do your back," he said. I turned around. He rubbed the sunscreen onto my shoulders, my upper back, my lower back and then over my buttocks. "You know, you've got a back like your brother." "Not really. He is more muscular." "Yeah, I guess, but you've got his shape. Broad shoulders, nice lats, small waist and awesome butt." He smacked my butt cheek. I felt my cock swelling. I laughed. I turned and said, "Your turn." I noticed that he was semi-hard. I rubbed sunscreen onto his shoulders and back and then over his buttocks. My cock was getting harder. I smacked his butt cheek. He chuckled and said, "Thank you. That felt good." I chuckled. We put out our towels and sat down. "We're here to smoke and jerk right?" he said. I laughed. "Yeah, I guess. Sure. I mean, I got wood hiking up here. It's like that's what everyone does here." He was hard. "You jerk off today," I said, "Or did you save up." He laughed and lit the joint. "Jerked off last night. We smoked, drank water and relaxed. Lying beside each other, he said, "I think it sucks the way your dad is about sex. I mean I guess I get the drug thing, but really, you're not supposed to have sex." "What's so ridiculous about it is that David was fucking one girl or another for a couple of years and he didn't know a thing about it and then David is 18 and he gets thrown out." "David wants you to not have sex until you're out of the house," he said, half sitting up and leaning on one elbow. I looked at him. "You talked to David about me having sex?" "Yeah. You've not done anything with anyone?" I knew I couldn't tell him what I did with David, so I lied. "Nothing with no one. I mean I've jerked off with you and here with the guys." I noticed him staring at my cock. "How many blow jobs do I owe you?" I felt my face tingle and my stomach sink. I laughed as I half sat up and leaned on my elbows. "Ah, not sure. I think five or six." My hear was pounding. He smiled at me. "There is no way you should be starting your junior year and not have had head." I laughed again. "I guess." I was rock hard. Was he saying what I thought he was saying, I wondered. "You want head?" "Are you serious. You think I'd say no to a blow job." My cock was throbbing and twitching on my stomach. "You won't tell anyone?" "Never and I'd lie if anyone asks." Then I thought about it. "But I can't lie to David, I guess." "I already told David I was going to blow you. I mean if you let me." "What? No you didn't." "Yeah. I asked him a couple of days ago if I asked you if he thought you'd be freaked out. He said no, that you'd be up for it." We both laughed. He glanced at my cock. I looked. Precum on my stomach. "No way. You're kidding." "Tyler gave his first blow job to David." I was shocked but then I wasn't. "Did David give Tyler head?" "No. That was the deal. So can I give you head. I've never given head to anyone but I think I'll be good at it and you don't have to give me head." "Wait. Wait. Tyler gave head to David? When and how do you know?" "Ah, I guess when they were freshman. Tyler had come out to David. They were joking like we do. You know, I'll give you head if you win this race. Shit like that. Then Tyler told David he was serious. I think it was a year or so later that I was joking with them and they told me. I told Tyler he could give me head but he said no." "Damn. He told me he was getting head but never said anything about Tyler." "So," he said reaching for my cock. "We're good to go." "You really want to do this? I mean, I'm fine with it for sure, but" He said, while holding my cock, "I've tried to blow myself and I've swallowed a lot of my cum, and I've gotten plenty of head from girls, so, yeah, I'm curious to find out what it's all about." "Go for it," I said. He moved and knelt over my legs. He took hold of my cock and stroked it a couple of times. "So you think you have five or six loads in this thing?" I laughed hard. "Ah, for sure three or four. You can owe me." He smiled and nodded. "I'll tell you when I get close." "You can but I'm going the distance." He started toward my dick. "One more question," I said. He looked at me. "Can I give you head?" He smiled. "After you come, sure. I've got three or four loads in me." "Get busy then," I said and smiled big. When he put his mouth on my dick and moved up and down on it my body shuttered with pleasure and I moaned loudly. "Oh fuck." He moved up and down and played with my balls. I moaned. He licked the shaft of my cock from my balls to the head of my cock. "I've seen girls do this in videos," he said. I glanced down. He was licking the head of my cock like a lollipop. "How does it feel?" "Fantastic. Do whatever you want." Moments later I was close. I wanted to last longer because it was feeling so good, but I wanted to come so badly. "I'm close," I grunted. He licked and sucked. My body began to shake as I felt cum moving through my cock. My legs went rigid. My abs tightened and I moaned loudly as shot after shot exploded from my cock into his mouth. "Oh fuck, Oh fuck," I groaned over and over. I stopped coming but I kept climaxing even after he took his mouth off my cock. He sat beside me. I glanced at him. He smiled. "I'm still shaking," I said. "That was incredible." "You came a lot." I was still trying to catch my breath. "Fuck," I said trying to relax. "Wow." He took hold of my cock and squeezed. I laughed. I was rock hard. I looked down at my stomach. No cum. "You swallowed it all." "Yeah." "Fuck." Finally I was able to relax. "Damn, you're good." We both laughed. I had the strangest sensation come over me. I wanted to kiss him, but I didn't. He looked so beautiful. Dark brown hair, big brown eye, straight white teeth and a big smile. His body was long, smooth, tight and lean. He had great abs and a beautiful cut cock that was hard. I leaned toward him. I took hold of his cock. I stroked it a couple of times. "So, you might have to tell me what to do and not do." "Just be careful of your teeth." I nodded. "Lick, suck, go up and down on it so it goes over your tongue and the top of your mouth. You know, make your mouth like a tight wet pussy." I nodded. "Only it feels better than a pussy. And the trick is to try to get it into your throat but don't like choke yourself, gag and throw up." I smiled. "You don't have to swallow. You can jerk me off at the end." "I'll do my best," I said. I bend down as he lay down. I stroked his cock a couple of time and then licked my first dick that was not my own. Eagerly, I took him into my mouth. "Oh yeah," he moaned. I loved the way his cock felt in my mouth. I licked the head, the shaft, his balls. He moaned. He groaned. He kept saying, "Fuck, yeah," and I kept taking him into my throat and my cock throbbed. It was only a few minutes until he moaned, "I'm getting close." Then, "Oh fuck, I'm going to come." I braced myself, knowing that there would be a flood for cum. The thought of it excited me even more. His body shook as the first shot of cum exploded into my mouth. After the second shot I had to swallow. I pulled off and swallowed and then took him back into my mouth. He shot three more times and I swallowed again. He was moaning and groaning and squirming. I took my mouth off his cock. When I swallowed the first time, he shot as I swallowed. Cum sat on his stomach. I licked it up. I sat beside him. He was still breathing hard. He said, "You swear that is the first time you've done that." I nodded and smiled. "Holy shit. I've had head a dozen or more times and from three different girls and that was the best." I laughed. "You're a good teacher. I just did what you did. Maybe it's the weed." He laughed and shook his head. "I've had head on weed before. It's not the weed." I hope you are enjoying my story. Sorry this one was so long. JoshRJosh@yahoo.com