A Winding Path

By Vic James


Copyright 2013 by Vic James




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When I was seventeen, my mother married Nick Kostas, an anesthesiologist. Nick had two sons, Nick Jr. who was twenty-one and Chris, who was nineteen. Nick was a super guy. I liked him immediately when I met him. He tried to convince me to become an anesthesiologist and I began thinking about it.

One of the first things I noticed when I met the three Kostas was how hairy they were. I found that really gross. Nick and his sons even had hair on the backs of their fingers, which I thought qualified them to be werewolves. I mentioned it to Mom once and she just laughed.

"But Nick is so hairy! How can you let him touch you?"

She laughed even harder.

Nick Jr. was called Nicky by his father. Chris told me he didn't like being called Nicky by the rest of us, so he was just Nick to Chris and me. Nick was a really big guy. He was six-two and very muscular. Except for his hairy body, he was very handsome. I had jacked off thinking about him a few times, but I felt guilty about it because of his condition. When he was seventeen, he was in a terrible car wreck. His head was injured and his brain was damaged. He struggled to put words together into sentences. Sometimes, he just said one word, and you had to figure the rest out. I seemed to be pretty good at it, and sometimes I would tell the rest of them what he meant. Nick was in therapy of various kinds, and I was told that there had been some improvement. He didn't talk much because of it. Despite that, or maybe because of it, I thought he was really sweet. Partly that was because he was always smiling at me. His smile was one reason I didn't feel more uncomfortable to be moving into a strange house. Nick always made me feel like he was glad I was there, even if he never said it. Because of his disability, Mom told me that his father wasn't sure he would ever be able to live on his own. Nick's father was afraid no one would want to marry Nick, and that he would have trouble getting a good job. Mom had agreed that Nick could continue to live with them. She liked Nick as much as I did. I liked his brother Chris, although he was always talking about girls or sports, two subjects that did not interest me at all.

Mom and I moved into Nick's big house a week before their wedding. Fortunately, it was June and school was out. I would go to a different high school in the fall for my senior year. I didn't have that many friends at school, so I wasn't depressed about moving. The few friends I had were starting to wonder why I wasn't interested in girls. I hadn't come out, so they thought I was straight. This was actually easier, I thought. In a new school, no one would be wondering things like that. At least not for months, anyway.

They knew I was gay and none of the Kostas had a problem with it. As a matter of fact, they treated it like it was the most normal thing in the world, which shocked me, at first. Nick Sr. took me aside to give me a talk about gay sex and HIV.

"Are you more interested in oral sex or anal?" he asked me.

"Uh..." I closed my eyes. I wanted to be far away. "Um...oral, I guess."

"That is probably best. If you are going to take a guy's load, it is much safer swallowing it than barebacking."

"It is?"

"Oh, yeah. Unprotected anal sex is much riskier. Even with a condom, there is some risk. Condoms can break and they can slip off."

I started to get less uncomfortable. These weren't the kind of questions I could get answered by anyone else I knew.

"So you don't think I should have anal sex?" I asked him.

"Are you a bottom?"

I turned red, I'm sure. "Uh...uh..."

"I'm sorry if this embarrasses you. I'm going to go out on a very short limb and assume you are."

How short was that limb? I wondered.

"Do I act like a bottom?"

"I have gotten that impression."

I was shocked. How did bottoms act? I was a bottom. What had I done that allowed him to figure it out?

"You act like there is something wrong with being a bottom," Nick said.

I was shocked again. I thought about it.

"No. I just didn't think I was that transparent."

"You aren't. I have just known a lot of gay men and I know something about it."


"Being gay is not worse than being straight. And being a bottom is not worse than being a top, Bobby. I don't want you to get into any kind of irrational self-hate over it."

How could I not like a guy like that? He was like my anti-Dad. My real Dad didn't know I was gay, but he was not gay-friendly. Fortunately he moved out-of-state.

"You asked me if I thought you should avoid anal sex. I think you should definitely avoid anonymous anal sex." I didn't know what that was—'anonymous anal sex'. Was that like rape? "As I mentioned, condoms are not risk free. Why take any kind of risk with someone you don't care about?"

I could understand that. I nodded.

It was the most erotic health talk I ever had. I had to go beat off when he finished. I imagined guys coming in my mouth while strangers fucked me—with condoms, of course.

Nick, Chris, and I all had rooms in a row on one side of the house. Friday evening, the day after the wedding, while they were on their honeymoon, I heard Chris cursing in the next bedroom.

"Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

I was reading in bed and I laughed. Chris' date must have bailed on him. Our rooms had a connecting door. He knocked once and opened it. I was annoyed. He walked in my room.

"Hey! I could have been jacking off!" I said.

"Don't you want me to get a thrill?"

I laughed. "Not for free!"

"Gina cancelled."

"I'm sorry. Maybe you should date guys."

"So I could be like you and not have a date with a guy, either?"

That was a low blow.

"I'll have you know the only reason I don't have a date, is because no one wants to date me."

He laughed. "We finally have something in common."

He lay down on my bed and folded his (hairy) arms behind his head.

"What is Nick going to do? You and I will eventually find people desperate enough to go out with us."

He laughed.

"Speak for yourself! You mean dating?"


"I don't think he ever will."

"That sucks."

"No. I heard you do that, Bobby."

"Ha ha ha."

"Have you ever?" he asked.


"Dated or sucked, or both."

"No. And I've decided high school is not a good place to ask guys for a date. Or suck them."

He laughed. "Especially not in the shower."


"Yeah. I got used to being called Bigfoot. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes, if they found out."

"Did they give you grief?"

"Oh, lord. The jerks called a wolf man, a Neanderthal, bigfoot, you name it. One jerk kept calling me a werewolf. I beat him up. I got in trouble, but it was worth it." I reminded myself not to use the W word. I was a little disturbed to realize I fell in the 'jerk' category myself. I didn't want to hang out with the jerks! "I was the only fourteen year old with a hairy chest. Some of them barely had pubes. I know there are women who like it, but finding one is the problem."

"Are there really?"

"Oh, yeah. You are related to one."

Hmm. That was why she laughed when I wondered why she let Nick touch her.

"Did Nick have a girlfriend before the wreck?"

"No. He never came out, but between you and me, I think he is probably gay."

"Really?" I was surprised. I immediately wondered if he could ever be interested in me.

"I've thought about looking on his computer to see if I could tell from his browsing history, but I would hate that if anyone did it to me. He deserves privacy."

"Unlike me," I asked him.

"Are you really upset I walked in?"

"No. I guess not."

"If you were jacking off, I would have apologized and left."

I nodded.

"Anyway, straight or gay, why give Nick any more grief than he already has?"

"You haven't given me grief over being gay. Why would he get grief?"

"You felt like telling us. For whatever reason, he doesn't."


"If he wants to tell us, he can. Meanwhile, we just don't know."

"What does your Dad think?"

"He wonders if it makes any difference now."

I felt so sorry for Nick. My eyes started tearing up. I wiped my face.

"You really like him."

"I'm so sorry for him. And I like all of you."

He nodded.

I immediately wondered if Nick would be interested in me. I decided that if he was gay, he probably wanted someone his age. And someone with muscles. Nick was always working out.

"I wonder if he ever had sex."

"I don't know. We never talked about sex. When I tried, he changed the subject. I just thought I noticed him paying more attention to guys than girls.

"So you've never sucked a cock, Bobby?"

"No. There's a cherry stuck in my throat."

He laughed for a long time.

"Do you want to see the most beautiful one in the world?"

"You have a cherry in your throat, too? A beautiful one?"

He laughed. "Uh. I plan to keep mine."

"Then I can look at it any time. Anyway, you don't know that you always will. You might see the most beautiful dick in the world and want to suck it."

"Noooo. I don't think so. I'm not nearly limber—or desperate—enough. However, I will show you the most beautiful dick in the world, if you want to see it."

"Do we have to drive to Detroit? It's a long way to Detroit."

He laughed hard. "What?"

"Never mind. Is it made of plastic?"

He laughed.

"No. It's flesh-colored flesh and it is definitely not in Detroit."

"You aren't really going to show me your dick, are you?" I figured he was pulling my leg.

"Not if you don't want me to. Are you going to jack off tonight?"


"Maybe you would like to look at it while you do. Or even do more than look."

I have to admit that sounded very tempting. I had never thought of Chris that way. Not only was he hairy, he was girl crazy. He had posters of girls in his room. I didn't like them. Their eyes followed me when I was in his room.

He grinned at me and got out of my bed. He undid his pants. I gulped. He was going to show it to me!

He pushed down his briefs. He was hard. The head of his dick extended partway out of his foreskin. It curved slightly to the left. It was nice.

"Oh, god! It is nice. Now I'm hornier than I was! But is it really the most beautiful one in the world? I haven't seen that many."

"It is. You are a very lucky little boy."

I laughed.

"You shouldn't show it to little boys. You'll get arrested."

He got an evil gleam in his eyes.

"Do you want to learn how to suck a cock, little boy?"

"Please! Show me! You can use mine."

"Ha ha ha."

"I can't believe you are doing this, Chris!"

"Well, I've got a dick no one wants, except maybe you. If you do and I get a blow job out of it, why not? Just don't fall in love with me. I know you aren't going to tell anyone and I'm horny as hell. I'm tired of jacking off. And you need one to practice on, right?"

I laughed. "I do, actually. Once I finally get a date, I want to impress him."

"Well, I know what you want to do on your first date! That's very interesting."

I laughed. "Hey! There may not be a second one!"

"True! So why should you practice on a stranger, when your big brother will loan you his. It is completely functional, as well as beautiful."

I laughed and then he shocked me by getting on the bed and straddling me. He pushed his dick down and it was about an inch from my lips.

"If you want it, it's right there. I won't tell anyone, and if you like it, you can do it again."


"As often as you want, unless I have a date."


I looked up at him.

"Go ahead. I can see you like it. I'm just glad."

I looked at it and gulped. Chris pulled the foreskin all the way back and I watched a strand of precum start to fall. I leaned forward and took it in my mouth. Chris moaned loudly.

"Yes! Oh, god! I knew having a gay stepbrother would come in handy eventually!"

I liked it! I was careful with my teeth, and I began sucking him. I reached out and felt his balls.

"Pull on them, will you?"

I did.

"Oh, god, Bobby!"

I looked up at him. He was grinning at me. He looked hot in the tight T-shirt he was wearing. I loved doing it!

I began stroking the part of him I couldn't take. He pulled his cock out of my mouth.

"Are you enjoying it as much as I am?" he asked me.

"Probably more."

"Oh, god! Please tell me this isn't the only time you'll do this."

"I would love to do it all the time. You taste really good." I swallowed his cock, again.

"Oh, god! Thank you, Gina!" he said. I would have laughed, but my mouth was full.

I pulled off of him.

"Are you stopping?" he asked me.

"No. I want to jack off while I suck you."

He grinned and got off me. I undid my pants and pushed them and my briefs off.

"If you want, you can suck me whenever you want to jack off."

"But I jack off all the time. You wouldn't want to get sucked two or three times a day!"

He groaned and I laughed.

"I still can't believe you are letting me do this."

"You can't believe it! Damn, Bobby. This is great! Just don't fall in love with me."

I started stroking myself. Chris straddled me again.

"Are you going to come in my mouth?"

He grinned. "I sure hope so. That cherry is going to be shriveled up and covered with my cream."

"Your dick may push the cherry into my stomach."

"Well, it will still have my jizz on it. That's the important thing."

I laughed and I began sucking him. I loved having a cock in my mouth. It felt perfect. I could hardly believe girl-crazy Chris wanted me to suck him. I hoped he would let me do it twice a day. Then I realized I would fall in love with him if we were having sex all the time. That would be terrible. He would never love me back.

A minute later, I heard Chris' cellphone ring in his room. Chris didn't move and I was glad. I continued sucking him. I looked up at him again and realized I loved sucking hot, sexy werewolves!

His cellphone stopped ringing and then the landline phone rang. Chris picked up the phone next to my bed.

"Oh, hey, Gina."

Uh-oh, I thought. I didn't want her getting it. Who knew if I would ever have sex again? I started jacking off Chris while I sucked on the head and tugged on his balls. His cock was slick with my saliva stroking his wet dick was kind of noisy. I wondered if Gina could hear.

"Just a sec, Gina."

Chris moaned loudly as his cum shot into my mouth. It was hot and thick and I loved it! I moaned as my mouth filled and I came too. I began swallowing as I had the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

"I've made...uh...other plans," Chris said, as he hung up the phone. He pushed my hand away and stroked himself as he fed me his spunk. I thought about him emptying his balls into my mouth. I was suddenly very fond of Chris' balls. I wondered if he would let me suck them.

I heard a noise and looked towards my other door. Nick was staring at us. He looked completely miserable. He walked away.

"What the fuck?" Chris said. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. He wasn't quite finished coming. Some started to drip and I leaned forward and licked it up.

"I'll give you more later."

I wanted it!

"I love your cock. Will you fuck me?"

He looked surprised. "Uh. Maybe."

He reached behind himself. My shirt's wet." He brought his hand back and looked at it. "You got cum all over me!" he said. He wiped the back of his head. "You even got it in my hair!"


Chris got off my bed. He put his briefs on. We went to Nick's room. He was crying.

"Nick! Are you all right?" I asked. I could understand why he might be upset about seeing me suck Chris, but not why he would cry.

"You did...not me." He sobbed. "Love. Love."

I stared at him.

"Do you mean you love me?"

He nodded.

I felt terrible. I still had Chris' cum in my mouth, and Nick was in love with me.

"I didn't know, Nick. I didn't know."

He looked at me and I watched tears run down his cheeks. I hugged him. I realized I was only wearing a shirt.

"Nick. I did not know, either," Chris said. "You never told us. How could we know?"

I felt so sorry for him as I hugged him. I also felt his cock growing. It was pressed against me. I looked down at his crotch and saw the outline of it in his shorts.

"Good lord! You are huge!"

He reached out and touched my dick. It stiffened immediately. He rubbed my cum on it and I groaned. He began stroking my cock.

"Oh, Nick."

I wanted to touch his. I wondered if I should. I liked Nick a lot, but he was vulnerable and I didn't want to hurt him. But I did want to cheer him up. I reached out and felt it. He gasped. I began rubbing it.


"I want it, Nick. Are you gay?"

He nodded.

"Nick, I didn't know," Chris said. "If you had told me, I would never have done it."

Nick nodded and Chris left.

"Nick, I've been trying not to fall in love with you."

"What why?"

"I thought you were straight. But I think you are very handsome and sweet. And sexy."

He grinned.


"He was just horny and I was afraid I would never have sex."

He looked at me like I was crazy.

"I like Chris, but we will never have any kind of relationship. He wants a girl. Besides, even if you both wanted me, I would pick you. I just really like you. Every time I look at you, I get happier."

He hugged me.

I took his hand and walked to his bed. I climbed into it. He stared at me for a moment and then smiled. He wiped his face and got in bed next to me. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He rolled over on me and pressed me into the mattress. He pressed his mouth to mine and his tongue was suddenly in my mouth. I don't know if he had kissed before, but he was very good and I loved kissing him. I was surprised that he wanted to kiss me when he knew his brother had just come in my mouth. I mean, I could taste it, couldn't he? I'm a bottom and there was something so very right about being under the big guy. I ran my fingers through his hair on his head as we kissed. I felt a line on his scalp. I wondered if it was scar tissue from his surgery after the accident. I realized I was going to get fucked for the first time. By a werewolf. No. No more werewolves. Chris was hurt by the word and Nick would be devastated, I was sure. Nick was so vulnerable, I couldn't act disgusted and to be honest, right then, I was definitely not disgusted. Far from it. I wanted him. I wanted him on me and in me. I was ashamed, a little. I could still taste Chris' cum and I wanted Nick's, too.

He pulled away. He looked like he was trying to say something.


I wondered if he meant having sex or really sleeping.

"Do you mean sex or sleeping?"

He nodded and then said, "Two." He said 'two' sometimes when he meant both. I gave it some thought.

"Um. Maybe. Yeah. OK. Yes."


I nodded and he smiled. His cheek was very stubbly. I stroked it with my hand. He closed his eyes.

"Although I don't understand why you want me."

"I..." He groaned as he tried to think of the words. "Love...you, Bobby."

"Give me time, Nick."

"Maybe you...uh...uh...love?"

I nodded and he smiled.

"I think I am already falling in love you. I don't know if that is good. Shouldn't it take a few minutes?"

He tried not to laugh, but it burst out.

"Hour!" he said. I laughed.

"Um...like...Chris..." he pressed his hand to his forehead as he tried to find the words. "Cum."

"Oh, god! I'm sorry, Nick!"

"No. No. You like...um...um...taste."

"Oh!" I grinned at him. "I bet yours tastes like his."

He nodded. "Good?"

I grinned. "I loved it. You aren't mad at me, are you?"

"No. No. No. Love."

"I'm glad. Uh, Nick?"

He nodded.

"I loved having his cock shoot in my mouth." Nick grinned. "I want yours doing it."

Nick growled at me. It was a sexy growl. I grinned at him.


"Yes!" he said. "And...fuck" He closed his eyes and tried again. "I fuck...you."

"Yes, Nick. I want that, too. I've been forcing myself not to think of you when I jack off."


"Oh, I will! Of course, it will be easier to think of you if your dick is inside me when I jack off," I said, grinning.

He growled at me.

Nick got off the bed and pulled off his shirt. He was definitely hairy. He also had a lot of muscles. I concentrated on them and not the hair. Nick had a Soloflex machine in his room. He used it all the time. So did Chris. I pulled off my shirt.

"Oh, god!" I said, as Nick stepped out of his briefs. His cock was enormous. It looked about as big around as a bottle of beer and was maybe eight or nine inches long. Nick was uncircumcised, like Chris. There were visible veins on the shaft. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. Sorry, Chris!

Nick straddled me the way Chris had. His cock was inches from my lips.

I looked up at him. "Will you come in my mouth?"

He nodded.

I leaned forward and kissed it. Nick moaned. I peeled back the foreskin like I was unwrapping a gift. I licked the pinkish-brown head and Nick moaned again. I stroked it slowly and loved how big it was. I sucked on the head and Nick sighed. I began stroking the shaft while I sucked on the head and an inch, or so of it. Chris liked having his balls pulled, so I did that and got another moan out of Nick. I pulled back to look at it and watched precum ooze out of the slit. I licked it off. I tasted it for a moment and realized I liked it. I stroked him slowly with one hand and licked up his precum as it oozed out of the slit at the end.

I looked up at him.


He laughed.

"God, you are so sexy."

He smiled at me.

"Soon," Nick said.

I sucked on the end while I continued stroking the shaft with my other hand.

"Ba...by!" he said.

He groaned as his cum spurted into my mouth. I swallowed it and he kept shooting. He must have shot seven or eight times. I had to keep swallowing. His cum was hot and thick, too. It tasted like Chris'. While I swallowed his spunk, I realized an hour earlier, I had wondered if I would ever have sex. Since then, I had sex with two men, and didn't even leave the house! I smiled as I realized I could have sex as often as I liked with Nick. Finally, his orgasm ended. I pulled off him and looked at his cock, shiny from my saliva. A small spurt shot out of the hole and ran down his shaft. I licked it up quickly. It was just like what happened with Chris. I wrapped both hands around it and kissed the head. He was still stiff, so I began licking the head. I stopped to look up at him.


He sighed and let his head fall back. I licked the head of his cock like a lollipop.

Nick sighed and fell onto the bed next to me. I rolled onto my side.

"Like?" he asked me.

"It was incredible! I love your cock! I mean it! It's beautiful!"

He laughed.



He chuckled.

"I'm going to want to do that at least twice a day. Plus get fucked."

He grinned at me and nodded.

"I'm so lucky that you want me."

"No. Me."

We kissed again.

"Speaking of fucking, how are we going to get that huge thing into me? I want you to fuck me, but you are really big. I'm a virgin."

He frowned and tried to say something.


"Definitely!" I said.

He got out of bed. He walked to his computer and sat. I got up and stood next to him.

"Are you sure you aren't mad at me for sucking Chris?"

"No. No. No. No. No."

"That sounds like you're almost sure..."

He laughed. Then he pulled me down onto his lap and kissed me.

"You are sexier than Chris," I whispered. "If I had known you were gay, I would have been trying to get you interested in me." He grinned. "God, you've got muscles!"

I got off his lap. The chair was squeaking. I was afraid it couldn't take both of us.

He flexed his bicep and I stared at the cantaloupe-sized muscle. I reached out and felt it. I looked at his face and he seemed happy. I felt his shoulders. Then his chest.


"I love them!"

"Where," he said. He struggled for the words.

I waited. After a bit, I asked, "Where what?"

"Wood. Wood."

I had no idea what he meant.

He tried, again. "Wolf."

Oh, no! Had he heard me? I tried to remember if I had said it aloud. I must have. I remembered saying it to my mom. Had he heard me? Had I hurt Nick twice already? I felt sick. If anyone least deserved being hurt, it was Nick. I stroked his cheek and he closed his eyes.

"You are my big, bad wolf."

He opened his eyes and smiled.


I nodded.

I felt him all lover and he seemed to enjoy my touch. I wondered what he would look like shaved. I decided I didn't care. He was sexy as he was. What kind of teddy bear would he be, if he was shaved?

He was still hard. I ran a fingertip lightly over the head of his cock and it caused precum to ooze out. I wiped it with my finger and stuck my finger in my mouth. Nick looked really pleased.

"Very tasty stuff."

He chuckled.

"Give plenty."

I smiled at him.

I knelt in front of him and began licking the head of his dick. He produced a flow of precum for me.

"Want...uh...more? Chris?"

"Do you mean do I want Chris' cum, too?"

He nodded. "You like. Chris like."

I had very mixed feelings about it. I loved sucking Chris and I knew I would enjoy doing it again. My relationship with Chris had suddenly become much closer, and I was glad about that. If I did suck Chris regularly, I wondered how I would feel when he went on dates with girls. I would be with Nick, so I didn't think it would bother me.

"How would you feel about me sucking him? You cried a little while ago over it."

He shook his head. Then he took my hand and placed it on his chest.

"You love."

I nodded. "I do."

"Cry...uh...with...when..." He began looking like he was struggling for a way to express himself.

"Was it that you were afraid I loved Chris instead of you?"

He grinned and shook his head.

"Know!" he said, as he pointed to me, then his head.

"I'm glad I do, Nick. I think the two of us must think alike, and that is why I can figure out what you mean."

He nodded his head and smiled.

"So are you saying that as long as I love you—"

"You...make Chris happy," he finished. "Love Chris. He best."

"He is a good guy."

Nick nodded.

"And cum good," Nick said, grinning.

"Oh, god!" I said. I was embarrassed. Nick just laughed.

Then I wondered if he had tasted it before. That seemed unlikely, though. If he had, Chris would have known Nick was gay.

I was about to ask him if he was sure. Then I remembered his no, no, nos.

"Tell Chris?" Nick asked me.

"If you are sure?"

"You want suck?"

I sighed. "I enjoyed it a lot."

He nodded.

"Chris!" he yelled. Nick was naked with an erection. I guessed he wasn't shy around Chris.

Chris walked into the room in a T-shirt and briefs.


"You tell," Nick said to me.

"I have no idea if you are interested, but Nick said I could keep sucking you, if you want," I said.

"Are you sure about this, Nick?"

"Yes. Bobby love."

"Me?" Chris asked.

"No. Nick means I love him, and that is the important thing to him," I said. I looked at Nick to make sure I got it right. Nick nodded and grinned at me.

"So the two of you...?"

I smiled at Chris. "Yeah. Isn't it great?"

"It is. It really is.

"Do you want to suck me, Bobby?"

"I really enjoyed it, Chris. Did you?"

"Oh, man. I was just jacking off thinking about it."

"No...jack off. Bobby...uh...suck," Nick said.

Chris grinned. "Wow! What are the rules?"

I looked at Nick. He shrugged.

"You horny...uh...Bobby suck."

"You mean, anytime I'm horny, Bobby can suck me?"

Nick nodded.

"How about you, Bobby?"

"I loved sucking your cock. I thought your cum was delicious. Nick's, too. I just don't want it to upset Nick."

"Me, either," Chris said. "Bobby, will having sex with me make you love Nick any less?"

I smiled at Nick. "I think it will make me love him more. He's wonderful, isn't he?"

Nick smiled and closed his eyes.

"He is that," Chris said.

"How often can I suck you?" I asked Chris.

"Nick, can Bobby suck me twice a day?"


Chris shook his head grinning.

"Bobby, you are going to be eating an awful lot of my spunk."

"Good. I loved it, Chris!"


"Oh, yeah! But I don't want you eating it."

He laughed. "Uh. OK. I've been throwing the stuff away for years. I should have been mailing it to you."

We all laughed.

"Oh. Mom might have opened it," I said. "And I don't want to share it."

"Now don't be a cum pig," Chris said.

For some reason, that broke Nick up. He laughed for a long time.

"Uh, Nick?" He nodded at me. "Would you be willing to fuck me sometime while I'm sucking Chris?"

"Holy shit!" Chris said.

Nick got a sexy smirk on his face.

"Or suck...while."

"Oh, yeah! Oh, Nick! Will you suck me while I'm sucking him?"

He nodded.

I looked at Chris. He had an erection.

"Take it out, will you?"

He grinned at me and pushed his briefs down. He wrapped his hand around his cock.

"You want this?"

I nodded.

"You want my spunk?"

I nodded.

"How much of my spunk do you want?"

"All of it."

He laughed. "Damn! It's like Christmas! And my brother gave me the gift of as much sex as I want. Why couldn't Gina give me that?"

I laughed.

Chris hugged Nick.

"I love you, Nick."

"Love you."

Chris turned to me.


"Yeah. Your cum is delicious. Don't tell Gina."

He laughed.

"Don't worry. She doesn't want it."

He stepped out of his briefs and climbed up on Nick's bed. He straddled me and pushed his cock down.

"Look familiar?"

I licked the head while I stroked the shaft for a while. It felt like velvet and Chris tasted good. I swallowed the end while I wrapped a hand around his balls, the way he liked. I looked up at him. I wanted to see him without his T-shirt. I lifted up the bottom of it. He got the idea and pulled it off. Nick got on the bed and I groaned as he swallowed my dick. I reached up and felt Chris' hairy belly and chest. I looked at him and he was grinning. I pinched one of his nipples and he groaned. I stroked his cock, then, while I sucked him. He began groaning. Nick was sucking me and I groaned as I came in Nick's mouth. I sped up stroking Chris and he came in my mouth. His warm semen spurted into my mouth as I came in Nick's. It was wonderful.

"Eat it, Bobby! Eat my cum. You are the only person who wants it."

He didn't shoot very much. He had come not long before. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and squeezed the cum out. I licked the last of it. I could hardly believe it, but I had three loads of semen in my stomach.

Chris sighed and got off the bed.

"Did you come, Bobby?"

"Yeah. In Nick's mouth."

"Better in him than on me."

I grinned at him.

"I'll leave you two alone, now."

"Before you go, do you want to initiate sex or can I?" I asked Chris.

"You mean wait until I ask?"


"Hmm." Chris paused for a minute. "The thing is, I don't know how this will affect my dating." I nodded. "If you are sucking me two or three times a day, I can't really see myself begging Gina for sex anymore. Are you sure you want to suck me that often?"

"Oh, yeah, Chris. You are almost as hot as Nick." I looked at Nick and he grinned. "That means I find you incredibly hot. But I know you are straight. That is why I'm asking, really."

Chris shook his head.

"Maybe I'm bisexual. I don't know. I do know how much I am enjoying this."

"How did it compare to straight sex?"

"It was easier, if a little less satisfying. That being said, I think I will be picking easier, less satisfying sex instead of holding out for possible sex with a woman. A bird in the hand, as the saying goes."

"But I want your bird in my mouth." I grinned and he laughed.

"I can't believe you are even interested in me, Bobby." He shook his head. "Do you really want me?"

"Yes. Isn't it obvious? I'm sad your dick is soft."

He laughed.

"Well you made it that way! For the first time I can remember, I've had enough sex. I'm just not used to it! What about you, Nick? Will it bother you to see Bobby pull my dick out and start sucking me?"

"He...both happy."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Chris said.

"I think he means either I can make you both happy," I said. Nick grinned at me. He pointed at me and then his head. I smiled.

"I need to think about it. You can initiate sex any time you like. I love the idea of you needing my dick. God! Just thinking about you walking up to me, pulling my dick out and sucking it is making me horny again. Yes! I would love for you to initiate it! I'll let you know if I'm saving myself." He shook his head again. "Never mind! I'm tired of saving myself! I want non-stop sex!"

Nick and I laughed.

"That's what I want, Nick," I said to him. "How about you?"


We laughed.

"If I went on a date and she said no, I would know I had wasted my time when I could have been making you and me happy. If my dick and orgasms make you happy, I want to make you the happiest guy on the planet."

He got off the bed and picked up his T-shirt and briefs.

"I'll suck you again in the morning," I said to him. He grinned at me. "And then again later in the morning. And then in the afternoon."


We all laughed. Chris left Nick's room.

Nick lay beside me on the bed.

"Happy?" he asked me.

"I am, Nick. I love you."

He smiled. "Love you."

I leaned forward and kissed him.

"Kissing you is as good as sex," I said to him.

He smiled.

"There's one thing that worries me, though." Then I whispered, "If I'm having sex with Chris every day, I'm afraid I will fall in love with him."

Nick looked thoughtful. He nodded, slowly.

"Me less?" he asked.

"I doubt it." I whispered, "You are better looking, nicer, and have a bigger dick."

"Then OK."

I stroked his cheek.

"You are so wonderful, Nick. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I promise I will try to always make you happy."

I watched tears form in his eyes. He took me in his arms and we kissed, again.

"I wonder how our parents will feel about us."

"Senior be happy," Nick said. He and Chris called their father Senior. It was a joke.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I..." He closed his eyes to concentrate on the words. "Tell him...uh...uh...love."

"Me? You told him you love me?"

He nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I..." He pressed his hand to his forehead. He sometimes did that when he was trying to say something he couldn't get out. "As...asked...uh...if...love." He closed his eyes. "With..."

He opened up Word on his computer and slowly typed, "I asked he thought you could love me because TBI-brain problem." There were a lot of back spaces and type overs, but he got it out. Word corrected most of his spelling mistakes automatically. I later learned that typing was easier for Nick when he wanted to say something he couldn't express in a couple of words, because he could take time to look at what he typed and figure out whether it was what he meant. If not, he could correct it until it was.

I was shocked that he wanted me so much. The answer was yes, I could love him. I thought I was already in love with him.

"What did he say?"

He typed, "He say you like me much. Maybe not love."

"I do love you."

I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around him. I rested my chin on his shoulder. He leaned his head against mine.

"Why didn't you tell Chris you are gay?"

He typed, "Hard to say." He typed more, but they weren't words. He backspaced until they were gone. He finally got out, "Not all...sure see...you."

"I'm not sure what you mean." I added 'until I' using the keyboard to make it 'Not completely sure until I see you'. "Is that what you mean?"

He nodded his head with a big grin on his face.

"You. You."

I looked down and saw his erect cock was pointing up and staring at me. It was a beautiful sight! I couldn't doubt at that point that he wanted me. He had just come and he was still very hard. I reached down and wrapped my hand around it.

"I love him. I really do."

Nick laughed.

I began slowly stroking his cock. Nick went to an adult website and looked at sex toys. I kissed his cheek again and watched with my chin on his shoulder. I let go of his cock and reached around and felt for his nipples. I pulled on them lightly and then ran my hands over his chest and shoulders. He sighed. Then I reached down and began stroking him while he brought up anal toys on the website. He turned his head back and we kissed again. When we stopped, Nick found dilators. There was a set of them in ascending sizes.

"That looks good," I said, pointing.

He nodded.

He switched to Word and typed, "Buy tomorrow."





"I doubt they will let me in. Are you going to drive?"

"Get Chris..."

"Chris?" I yelled.

Nick stood up. He was naked and had an erection. I guessed he didn't mind Chris seeing it. I supposed they had caught each other jacking off and had seen each other hard. It seemed strange to me, being an only child.

Chris walked into the bedroom.

"I don't think I can come yet, Bobby."

I laughed. "Damn! Nick wants to—" I couldn't say it to Chris. I told myself I was an idiot. I had sucked Chris twice. Why be shy around him? "Fuck me. But I'm a virgin and he is big. Look at these," I said. I pointed to them. "I think we need them, or something like them to stretch me. Nick wants to go shopping for them tomorrow."

"Sure. We'll go to Walmart."

I laughed.

"Nick said a bookstore."

"Adult, yeah. Sure, Nick we can go."

"Can you sneak me in?"

"No. You are a little boy."

I laughed.

"Nick wants me to start sleeping with him. I want that, too. I don't know how our parents will feel."

"I have a feeling Dad won't mind. I don't know about your mother. Nick, why didn't you tell me you are gay? I was afraid you couldn't have sex at all, because of the accident. I've been worrying for nothing."

Nick tried to tell him, but didn't get very far.

"Do you want me to tell him?"

Nick nodded.

"Nick said he wasn't sure he was gay until he met me."

"Well, if anyone can turn you gay, it's Bobby."

I laughed, but he seemed serious.

"But you love girls!"

"I love girls when I'm very horny. I now have the choice of never being very horny again. Plus saving a hell of a lot of money and making you happy at the same time."

"Will that mean not loving girls anymore?"

"I really don't know. This is all brand new. Yesterday I would have said I would never let a guy suck me. Today I was horny enough to do it, and it was great! I am a little worried about you falling in love with me."

"Nick said he didn't mind, as long as I loved him as much."

"Oh, Nick!" Chris hugged his brother.

"So unless it upsets you to think of me loving you, it isn't a problem," I told him.

"I don't think it will. I can't think of why it would upset me. I was worried about your feelings. Anyway, we can go to the book store after therapy, Nick. It sounds like fun. 'Excuse me, sir? Where are your anal dilators?'"

"'On aisle seven next to the dildos'," I said.

Chris laughed.

"Yes. Thank."

"Night," Chris said, as he left.

"Good night."

Chris left the room. I reached down and stroked Nick's cock. It had softened. It perked up immediately.

"Fuck uh...sure?"

"I am, Nick. I'm becoming surer by the minute."

He grinned and I kissed his cheek again.

I turned his chair around. Then I knelt and took his cock in my hands.

He pulled me up and onto his lap. I laughed. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed. Then the chair collapsed.

I was stunned, but then got up quickly.

"Are you all right?"

Nick stood. A piece of plastic had sliced him on his hip. It didn't look deep, but it had started to bleed.

"Come on."

I took his hand and took him to my bathroom. I got some disinfectant and poured some on a tissue. I applied pressure for about a minute. I lifted it and it had stopped bleeding. It was about an inch long. I figured that if it stopped bleeding so quickly, it couldn't be deep at all. I put a Band-Aid on it.

Nick pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. He bent over and picked me up. I wrapped an arm around his neck and grinned at him. He headed back to his room.

Chris saw us in the hall and laughed. "Go caveman, go! What happened?"

"Nick was sitting at the computer and I sat on his lap. The chair collapsed. Nick got a small cut. I took care of it."

Nick carried me to his bed.

"Maybe we can buy a chair at the anal dilator store," Chris said from the doorway.

We all laughed.

"Or a chair with a built in anal dilator. I would keep me from slipping off of it," I said.

Nick and Chris laughed. Chris left.

Nick put me on his bed. Then he closed the bedroom door. I smiled. I guess it was our bed, until I decided it wasn't. He got in next to me.


I smiled. "I love you."

Nick rolled me on my back and swallowed my dick. I groaned. I rubbed Nick's back while he sucked me. I didn't think I would be able to come. I had already come twice. Nick stopped sucking me and then he stuck a finger in his mouth. He pushed it inside me. He began sucking me while he moved his finger around inside me. A few minutes later, I came. He lay down next to me and we kissed again. After that, we spent a while exploring each other's bodies. Minute-by-minute, I was more certain that I wanted us to be lovers. If Mom loved body hair, why did I need to be different?

I was sucking Nick's balls while looking into his eyes when the phone rang. I moved up to the top of the bed and reached over and picked it up. I wondered if it was Gina, again. But it wasn't her.

"Hey, honey."

"Hi, Mom. How is it going?"

"Oh, great! How are things there?"

"Just fine. I thought you weren't going to call and check on us."

"I tried. Listen, honey. Nick told me that Nicky has a crush on you."

"I know, Mom."

"You do?"

"Yes. I like him, too. Is that all right?"

"Do you like him romantically?"


"Oh, Bobby! I'm so happy!"

"You are? I was afraid you wouldn't like the idea. He's my stepbrother, and disabled."

"He's only been your stepbrother for a few days. And he has trouble communicating. He isn't mentally retarded."

"I know that. Still, I was worried. How will Nick Senior feel?"

I heard her say, "Bobby likes Nick the same way." I heard Nick yelling. He sounded happy.

"He is very glad. You understand Nick better than anyone else. If you both want each other, it is perfect."

I couldn't believe it. But then I realized what she was saying was true. I did understand him pretty well. Would another man or woman understand him as well? Maybe not. And since Nicky had some much trouble communicated, he needed someone who understood him much more than most people did.

"I'll tell you the truth, honey. I've been worried sick about you catching something when you start dating. I mean through sex. Condoms are fine, but sometimes they break. This is just perfect, you and Nick. Nick won't have to worry about his son and I won't have to worry about mine."

"I'm glad you feel that way. He wants me to start sleeping with him, Mom."

"Hmm. I don't think that will be a problem. I hope all this doesn't bother Chris."

"He knows. Chris seems happy."

"Wow! Everything is working out!"

"It does seem to be."

"Honey, please don't think of him, you know." She whispered, "As a wolf."

I was embarrassed. She was ashamed of how I thought, and that hurt. She was whispering because she didn't want Nick, Sr. to know I said that or felt that. I thought about Chris being hurt by the same word and wiped a tear off my cheek.

"I won't, Mom."

"That's good."

She paused.

"Nick just said that it is fine with him if you two sleep together. And if you two want to, you can continue to live with us. I mean, if you don't want your own place. I didn't wake you up, did I? It's what, eleven there?"

Actually, I'm...we're in Nick's bed, but not asleep."

Mom burst out laughing. After a second, she said, "Nick thinks that's where we should be."

"It's not big enough, Mom."

She laughed. Then I heard Nick Sr. laugh.

"Your stepfather is pointing at our bed. Bye."

"Bye, Mom."

I hung up.

"I can't believe it! They both want us to be lovers. They are both happy. They don't mind if we sleep in the same bed."


"Yeah, Nick. I do. I'm so excited! I won't ever be sleeping alone again."

He closed his eyes and smiled.

"Your dad said we could continue to live here. Do you want that?"

He shrugged.


"I don't know. But I'm glad we will be able to live as a couple while we do live here."

He nodded.

"Do you want to talk or have sex?" I took his cock in my hand and it stiffened. "I can suck you. I loved doing that!"

He grinned.

"Talk." He struggled and then said, "Now."

"That's what I want. I really don't know you well. Now I want to know everything about you."


"Well, I've never been on a date. I have never been kissed by anyone but you."


"Yes. You are the only person I've kissed, except for my mother. I used to think you and Chris are too hairy, but I am starting to appreciate it."


"Now I think you are more of a very sexy, very big teddy bear. Definitely a daddy bear."

He smiled.


I grinned. "A teddy bear with lots of muscles and a big, tasty dick."

He chuckled.

I felt his moustache. "I do like your moustache a lot. I didn't like it, at first. I used to feel really sad about what happened to you. I thought you would go through life alone. Now, I know you won't."

He smiled.

"I...really wonder if you would pay any attention to me if you didn't have the problem." That was hard for me to admit, but I did believe it.

He shook his head.


"Are you sure?"

He nodded.



I wondered if he meant why did I think that.

"I'm not very cute."

He laughed.

"Very...very." He struggled before saying, "Even Chris."

"You mean Chris thinks so, too?"

He nodded. I was surprised.

"Let me see. What else? I hate high school."

Nick nodded.


We talked—I talked until I yawned.


Nick got up and turned off the computer. He left the bedroom to check the doors. I got up and followed him. I stopped in my bedroom and got a clean pair of briefs.

We walked back to his room and we both got into bed. I was facing him.

"Night. Love."

"Good night. I love you, Nick."


I did and Nick wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me against him and kissed the back of my head. I took his hand and kissed it. I felt warm and comfortable and fell asleep.



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