Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2001 21:07:12 +0100
From: Sebastian Wallace <seb_big_man@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother Tease (part 1)

One weekend, just after I turned 20, my brother Gareth came to stay with me
at Uni.  I don't think his visit was motivated by any special occasion -
Gareth is the kind of guy who I never hear from for six months and then he
calls and says, "Hey Seb, I'm coming to stay."

He came down on a Friday afternoon.  He'd just finished sitting his finals
at London, where he was studying, and I think he just wanted a weekend away
from it all.  Usually Gareth would go to our parents' house and have my
mother fuss over him for a couple of days while he chilled out, but for some
reason on this occasion he came to Southampton to stay with me.

Before I went to meet him at the station (he'd never been to Southampton), I
tidied up my room a bit.  Cleared up my dirty underpants and socks and stuff
off the floor and put some clean sheets on the bed, that kind of thing.  I'd
worked out with Kaz, my girlfriend at the time, that Gareth would sleep in
my bed and I'd go around to hers and kip there.

Gareth is two years older than me and it seems that the older we get, the
more differences seem to develop between us.  We still get along okay - in
fact I think I like being around him more these days because he has
interesting opinions and bizarre ways of looking at things.

Anyway, we agreed that on Friday night he and I would go out with Kaz and
I'd take him to a few of the decent pubs I know around Southampton.  This
guy from my flat called Paul Thompson, or Thomo for short, had just
submitted his thesis for his masters degree and came along with us.  I think
he fancied Kaz and wanted to let her know that he was, as it were, waiting
in the wings should she and I split up.

It was a pretty good night as I remember.  Gareth is a bit of a geek and,
when he's dealing with people rather than computers, can get a bit awkward.
But he loosened up a lot once he got a few pints down him and told us a few
funny stories about the scandals going on at Queens College in London.
Despite the obvious strain on him of just completing his exams, it seemed
like he was in high spirits.  I'd worried that Gareth might not get on with
Kaz or Thomo but that didn't seem to be the case.  In fact, Thomo said to
me, while we standing pissing in the gents of one of the pubs, "Your
brother's a good laugh."

As we were walking back to the University residence, Kaz said she didn't
feel too well.  She thought she was coming down with flu or something.  She
said she wanted to get to bed so, after we'd all walked around to her block
with her, and I told her I'd see her in an hour or so, the three of us guys
headed up to my room to have few more beers.

From the sounds coming from the kitchen in the flat, it was clear that there
was a boxing match showing on the telly in there.  Some of the other guys in
the flat were watching the match, shouting and swearing at the TV.  Thomo
suggested that we join them but Gareth looked a bit hesitant.  So as not to
make Gareth look like a dork by refusing, I said, "That's not really my
thing, Thomo.  We'll go into my room."  To be honest, I can take or leave a
boxing match but I know Gareth finds it a bit offensive.

Thomo went to the kitchen to fetch a few cans from the fridge and I turned
on some music.  Gareth sat on my bed with his back to the wall and when
Thomo returned he grabbed the chair from under my desk and sat opposite him.
When I'd sorted out a good CD to play, I sat next to Gareth on the bed.

Almost immediately, Thomo smirked and said, "I don't want to be a gooseberry
to you two guys."

I stared at him.

He sniggered and said, "I mean, I don't want to get in the way if you wanna
get to know each other a little better..."

I said, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

He looked very pleased with himself.  Grinning broadly, he said, "Well, er,
I think it's called brotherly love.  Or something."

I turned sideways and looked at Gareth.  He had a small smile on his face
but the coolness of his eyes betrayed his tension.

I said, trying to look quizzical, "I don't know what you're on about, Paul."

He said, "Well.  I guess I overheard a bit of gossip.  I guess it wasn't
true."

I said, "Who from?"

He said, "Your ex.  Er... Rachel wasn't it?  I heard from a friend of
friend, kind of, that she dumped you because of something between you and
Gareth."

I glowered at him.  I contemplated punching him in the face but wondered if
it would make me look guilty in the eyes of him and the others who were
talking about me.

Gareth said, his voice sounding far calmer than I was feeling, "What is
this?  Who's Rachel?"

I said, "That screwed up bitch you met at New Year."

Gareth said, "Oh her.  Yes, she was clearly a very reliable source of
information.  I guess our secret's out, Seb.  We screw each other every
second we can..."

Thomo said, still smirking, "Look.  You know I'm just pissing about.  She
was nuts as hell.  But why the fuck would she make that up?  What did you
two guys get up to that night?"

I said, "What are you asking Thomo?  Did Gareth and I have sex?  He's my
brother for Christ's sake."

Gareth laughed.  Under his breath he said, "Jesus Christ.  I don't believe
this..."

Thomo shrugged and laughed as well.  "Hey I didn't believe it - you know
what I think of Rachel, Seb.  I'm only pissing around with you guys."

I said, "I can't believe she'd even say that.  I mean, what worse could she
say?  Apart from saying I fucked my dog I can't think of anything more
disgusting."

Thomo held up his hands, "Hey I know.  I'm just the messenger boy.  Like,
no-one believed the daft tart."

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

Thomo's smirk disappeared and, taking a swig from his can, I saw him glance
over at us, his face anxious.  I think he knew he'd overstepped the mark and
felt that he'd betrayed his friendship with me for bringing this up.  He
seemed to be trying to think of something to say to ease the tension.

Gareth said, "But having said all that, you are pretty hot Seb.  Fancy a
shag tonight?"

Thomo and I laughed.  Thomo said under his breath, shaking his head, "Yeah
she's totally fucking screwed up..."

And we left it there.  Thomo changed the conversation onto boxing and why I
didn't like it.  Gareth ended up taking over from me when my arguments
against it dried up and the two of them chatted about it for about ten
minutes.  I think we were all relieved to have moved on from Thomo's
supposedly jovial accusations.

-----

Next morning, I left Kaz in bed and headed back over to my flat.  I hadn't
remembered to take any stuff with me when I'd left at about two in the
morning, so I stunk of cigarette smoke from the pub and needed to clean up
and have a shave.  I found my room empty -- the bed was unmade but Gareth
wasn't there.  I wandered to the kitchen and said good morning to Thomo who
was standing making coffee in his dressing gown.  Heading back down the
corridor, I glanced into the bathroom and saw Gareth's outline showering
behind the white, translucent curtain.

I went back into my room and started to undress.  As I was taking off my
jeans, I noticed a pair of my dirty briefs lying on the bed near the pillow.
I immediately thought that I must have accidentally left them stuffed
between the mattress and the wall when I'd sorted the bed out, and I hoped
Gareth hadn't been aware of them.  I wasn't like mega-embarrassed or
anything -- we're brothers after all -- but I didn't want him to think me
slovenly.

As I retrieved them, intending to stuff them in my laundry bag, I was
surprised to find that they felt damp and warm.  I looked at them, wrapped
up in a ball as they were, and saw that they had splash marks on them.  I
unfurled them and found that inside there were strings of a thick white
fluid that could have been either snot or cum.  At first I thought that I'd
found Gareth's own briefs and felt an automatic wave of revulsion, but, on
consideration, it seemed too much of a coincidence that we would both wear
the same brand of underwear and that he would have a pair with dark blue and
white stripes just like mine.

I stared at the damp underpants for a few seconds.  I drew them up to my
nose and sniffed them lightly.  The thick, sexual smell of semen was
unmistakable.  Another wave of disgust washed over me and I quickly withdrew
them.

I disregarded the possibility that I had left them in my bed with a wad of
cum inside them.  While the tendency to wipe myself on the nearest thing to
hand after a wank is not unknown to me (despite the protestations of a long
succession of girlfriends), I knew that there was no way that cum could
survive for over a day without drying up.

I wondered if maybe Gareth had masturbated when he'd woken up and grabbed a
pair of my briefs out my laundry bag to wipe himself.  It seemed kind of
unlikely since the bag was stuffed into the bottom of my wardrobe.

I opened the door of the wardrobe and looked down at my laundry bag.  It
seemed pretty much as I had left it -- a black Adidas hold-all with a bust
zip and dirty clothes inside it.  But then I noticed that all the stuff on
the top of the pile of clothes were briefs.  I couldn't remember what it had
looked like when I'd tidied the room up on the previous afternoon, but I
remembered clearing up a few of my basketball vests and loads of socks along
with the briefs lying on the floor, and stuffing them all in it together.

The possibility that Gareth had rifled through my dirty underwear during a
wank session was looking pretty likely.  I tried to think of other
explanations for what I'd found, but I couldn't.  My mind kept returning to
the scenario of Gareth lying on my bed, jerking his cock with one hand and
applying my dirty underpants to his nose with his other.  Breathing in the
smell of my cock, my balls and my arse while his hand pulled away at his
dick.  Instead of feeling repulsed by the idea of my brother getting off on
my most intimate smells, I felt intrigued and slightly excited.  I felt my
cock stirring inside the briefs I was wearing.

I looked back down at the striped underpants in my hand and at the thick
gobs of semen sticking the insides of them together.  The thought that this
was Gareth's cum interested me.  I guess that if it had been any other guy's
cum, I'd have put the briefs down and got on with what I'd been doing; but
the fact that it was my brother's kindled my fascination.  I wondered what
it would be like; how it would compare with my own.

I drew the briefs up towards my nose and inhaled the smells of my brother's
semen, thick and glistening inside them.  I expected to be appalled but by
now my excitement was building and the smell of his cum was no longer
repellent to me.  In fact, at first I could hardly smell it -- the first
encounter with it seemed to have numbed my sense of smell -- but as I
enveloped my nose within the folds of the material, the powerful odour of my
brother's semen overwhelmed me.

It smelled stronger than my own cum: it bore a sharp, distinctively male
smell which was altogether different from the whiffs I'd had of my own cum
wiped up on tissues or briefs after wanking.  I was totally fascinated by
it: Gareth's jism, lying inside my stripy underpants, was the first
experience I'd had of another guy's semen up close.  The fact it was my
brother's cum added to my interest: despite our inherited similaries, such
as our heights, our blond hair and our angular faces, his cum was completely
different to mine.  It seemed thicker and more glutinous, and it smelled far
more sharp and musky.

I contemplated tasting it.  I'd tasted my own, of course.  Following my
second or third orgasm by my own hand when I was eleven, I had tentatively
licked some of my cum from my fingers.  It had been thick and warm and had
tasted salty.

I pushed my tongue downwards and licked a small amount of Gareth's semen
from my briefs.  It felt like it was not yet cold.  It was beginning to set,
like jelly does, but from the warmth on my tongue it seemed that Gareth had
tossed himself off just before he'd gone to take a shower.

His cum had a strong, almost cloying, taste which made my mouth water.  It
was salty and at the same time slightly sweet.  I played with it on my
tongue, rolling its gel-like consistency around in my mouth, diluting the
powerful taste in my saliva.

Then I licked a little more of it, enjoying the act of drinking my brother's
semen far more than I enjoyed the taste of it.  I kept thinking about what I
was doing -- knowing and relishing the fact that most people would view this
as utterly disgusting.  I found it so exciting: I hadn't even locked the
door and here I was, licking my brother's wad of cum with my cock hard and
throbbing and looking like a thick pole inside my light blue briefs which
were straining to hold it.

I kept reminding myself as I licked more of the solidifying liquid from my
discarded briefs, that this stuff had squirted out of my brother's cock.  I
imagined his foreskin rolling up and down over his bell end and his jism
shooting out into my briefs, thickly coating them.  I thought about him
lying on his back, his hand jerking on his large cock, smelling my
underpants and inhaling the material which had cupped my cock, balls and
arse for a day.  My fingers gently stroked the shaft of my own cock, feeling
its stiffness within the confines of my underpants, as I thought about this
white liquid in my mouth shooting out of Gareth's purple bell end.

At that moment the door opened.

I immediately crouched down to hide my erection and busied myself with my
laundry bag inside my wardrobe.  Without looking up, I stuffed the
cum-soaked briefs into it.

Thomo said, "Morning all.  Hey, where's your brother?"

I said, "Oh - er - I guess he's taking a shower."

I stayed crouched down as if I had more stuff to do with the bag.  Thomo
said, "Hey Seb -- that stuff about you and Gareth last night?  Well, er..."

I looked up and saw him staring at the bag, obviously wondering what I was
doing.

I explained, "I'm out of underpants.  Looking for a half-decent pair from
last week."

He smiled and said, "Oh yummy."  He paused.  Then continued, "Well anyway.
You know that stuff was only a joke, don't you?  Like, I didn't mean to piss
you off."

I stood up and closed the wardrobe door.  Although my cock was softening, I
made sure that I casually adjusted my teeshirt to conceal it.  It felt soft
but heavy.  I knew without looking down that I would still be packing quite
a bulge.  I felt kind of embarrassed to be like that in front of another
guy.

I said, "Well, forget it.  It wasn't a big deal."  I was aware of the strong
taste of Gareth's cum in my mouth.  I hoped it wasn't detectable on my
breath.

He said, "Yeah.  Cheers.  I just felt like I'd been a bit of a dork."

I said, picking up my towel and bag of shower stuff, "Well, it was nothing.
Forgotten already."

I moved forward but he didn't get out of my way.  He stared at me and looked
like he wanted a bit more to be said on the subject.  I smiled in
encouragement, hoping that this would reassure him that it was not important
and that he'd drop it.

He said, looking at the floor and seeming nervous, "I mean, it's natural
isn't it?"

I said, "What?"

He said, "Well, you know.  All that brother stuff."

I paused.  Then I asked, shaking my head slightly in my incomprehension,
"'Brother stuff'?"

He said, "Well, I mean... you know.  It's natural for brothers to, kind of,
get it on a bit together.  Just in fun and stuff."

I said, "I dunno."  I smiled at him to try to ease the tension.  I
continued, "Do you?"

He said, "Oh, er, I haven't got a brother... but I'd imagine it'd be natural
if I had."

He gave me a small smile.

I said, "Can I go for a shave now?"

He moved back from the door apologising for blocking it.  Then I walked out
into the corridor and into the bathroom.

-----

Gareth was out of the shower and, as I walked in with Thomo behind me, he
was standing naked in the middle of the room, drying his hair with his
towel.  Aware of Thomo behind me, I didn't look at Gareth too attentively:
instead I walked over to one of the sinks and started filling it up with
warm water.

I said, "Hiya Gazza.  How's it going?"

He jumped back.  Then said, "Jeez.  I didn't hear you.  Your bathroom door
has no lock."  He automatically positioned the towel in front of his body to
conceal his crotch.

I said, "No secrets between us here."  I theatrically lowered my voice and,
glancing pointedly towards Thomo, continued, "But then, you and I are used
to that, aren't we, Gareth?"

Thomo walked over to the toilet cubicle and, without closing the door,
opened his dressing gown and took his dick out to piss.  He said, "Okay
okay.  Enough with the brother stuff."

Through the mirror above the sink, I saw that Gareth was staring at me and
looking serious.  I pulled my teeshirt over my head and then, standing in
front of the sink wearing just my blue briefs, I gave Gareth a small smile
through the mirror.

I said, "Thomo said this morning that he thinks its natural for brothers to
get it on together, Gaz."

Thomo's piss made a loud noise as it sprayed into the water in the toilet
bowl.

He said, "Alright Seb.  Enough okay?"

While I was spreading shaving foam onto my face, I saw a grin appear on
Gareth's face.  He looked at me through the mirror and I smiled back at him.
I think my smile looked far more mischievous.

Gareth removed the towel from in front of his body and returned it to his
hair.  Through the mirror I saw that he was nicely built.  His chest was
virtually hairless, like mine, and his pecs were clearly defined.  He had
clearly taken up going to a gym or doing some exercise since I'd last seen
him.  A line of light brown hair led from his belly button down into his
pubes.  Nestling in them was his impressive cock -- much longer and thicker
than mine, it hung down between his legs far lower than the pink ball sac
behind them.

I said, "Hey, nice cock bro!"

Gareth removed the towel and looked over at me, smiling.

Thomo, still pissing, said, "This is getting a bit repetitive."

I looked over at Thomo, standing in front of the toilet with his dressing
gown open.  He was wearing a pair of grey boxer briefs underneath his
dressing gown and I could see his cock in his hand, poking out of the front
of his boxers.  The last few spurts of piss were squirting out of it.  He'd
pulled his foreskin back slightly.  His cock looked thin and flaccid
compared to Gareth's.

Gareth walked towards me.  As I bent forwards to start shaving my neck, I
felt his cock press into the back of my briefs.  Even though it was limp, it
felt substantial as he pushed it between the cheeks of my arse.

Gareth said, "Yeah, it's always been a nice fit in here, hasn't it?"

Through the mirror, I looked over to Thomo.  He was staring at us as he
shook the last few drops of piss from his cock.  He saw me looking at him
and he smiled.  Then he looked down, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

Bending forwards slightly, I pushed my arse outwards towards Gareth's cock.
I said, shaving the difficult area running from my neck towards my right
ear, "Nice fit?  It fucking splits me in two."

I saw Gareth grin.  He put his hands on my hips and ground his cock into the
cleft of my bum.  I glanced towards Thomo.  His cock was still in his hand,
but he'd stopped pissing and was just staring at the two of us.  Looking
curious.

Gareth said, "But you love that, don't you?"

I pushed my bum into his cock, developing a slight rhythm.  I looked at
Gareth through the mirror and we smiled at each other.  Then I looked at my
half-shaven face and, still teasing Gareth with my arse, turned my attention
to shaving my right sideburn and jaw.

I said, "I like all my men to be built like donkeys."

I looked back towards Thomo.  He was looking at us intently, wide-eyed.
Really examining my arse and, presumably, my brother's cock pressing into
it.  His grin had gone and he looked serious.  His cock was in his hand and
looked larger than it had when he was pissing.

Gareth said, "But you like mine best, don't you Seb?"

I smirked at him.  He'd obviously had this kind of conversation before.
With one of these "friends" he always has.  Other computer geeks who he
spends most of his life with for six months or so and then I never hear
about again.

I ran my fingers under the tap and rubbed the excess foam off my ear.  Then
I started on my left side.

I said, "I like yours best alright.  There aren't any other cocks around
which have my big brother on the end of them."

Gareth flashed a very serious look at me in the mirror.  I smiled back at
him, like this had been just another facetious remark.

I looked over at Thomo.  He still stood in front of the toilet with his dick
in his hand.  He was clearly developing an erection: there was by now no
doubt that his cock was excited.  It looked about five or six inches long.
His foreskin was completely pulled back to reveal his red bell end.  The
slit on his bell was still moist from his piss.

I said to Gareth, "Why don't you do that little trick you do?"  I pushed my
arse backwards again, grinding it against his cock.  I felt his cock, by now
feeling harder, pushing between my arse cheeks, its head pressing against my
hole.  I felt my own cock thickening inside of my briefs.  I'd pushed it
down so that it covered my balls and, as it stiffened, it felt too confined
in that position.

He raised his hands to my chest and cupped my pecs.  He tweeked my nipples
between his fingers and thumbs.

He said, "And which particular trick would that be, Sebastian?"

I pressed my arse back into him again.  I smiled at him through the mirror.

He smiled back at me, flashing his white teeth, and said, "There are so
many."

I said, washing the razor in warm water from the tap, "That one where you
lick my arse and then fuck me."

My language obviously surpised Gareth.  And probably impressed him a bit as
well: the possibility that his straight younger brother knew about rimming
would almost certainly not have occurred to him.

His right hand left my nipple and gently stroked the clump of fine blond
hairs between my pecs.

He said, obviously intending to show me that such ideas were not new to him,
"You mean the one where I get my tongue right up your arse and then ram my
nine inch dick into you?"

I hadn't realised Gareth was nine inches long when he was hard but I didn't
doubt that his claim was true.

I said, "Yeah that kind of thing.  I forget the details."

His smile was now very broad.  I started shaving the stubble from above my
top lip.  I glanced towards Thomo.  He continued to stare at us.  His cock
was still in his hand, now clearly fully hard and curving upwards.  He
didn't try to hide it but also didn't show any signs of masturbating it or
even squeezing it.  He just held it and stared at us.

Gareth said, "And I presume I get to suck you cock at some stage?"  He
flashed me a very wicked smile through the mirror.  Distracted, I cut my lip
with my razor.

I put the razor down and rinsed my lip with warm water.  Gareth seemed very
amused that I'd cut myself.  He was almost laughing.

He moved his hands back down to my hips, caressing my chest and my stomach
as did so.  Then he pressed himself closer to me, so close that I felt his
nipples on my back.  He said, in a low voice that only I was meant to hear,
"God your arse is so beautiful."  Hooking his thumbs around my underpants he
sharply yanked them down.  My cock sprung out from the front of them, a long
way from being totally hard, but sticking out from my balls enough to touch
the cold ceramic of the sink.

I grabbed onto the taps to steady myself and laughed, "You tiger you."

He whispered, "I want to fuck you."  His cock pushed its way between my
cheeks, as if trying to force its way into my arsehole.  He pushed forwards
again, pressing it so hard into me that it hurt.

I was starting to feel unsure about Gareth's intentions.  This had started
as a joke, instigated by me, but now seemed to be turning into something a
lot more serious, clearly led by him.  I was prepared to go through with a
little flirting with my brother in front of Thomo and his resulting erection
was a definite bonus, but things were rapidly turning serious and I wasn't
sure that I wanted this to develop any further.

I said, "But what about Thomo... I wouldn't want to offend him..."

I glanced over at Thomo through the mirror.  He was staring at us,
open-mouthed.  His cock was in his hand, looking about six inches long and
fairly thin but clearly curving upwards.  He was gently jerking it, almost
distractedly.  When he realised I was looking at him he stopped and we
stared at each other through the mirror for a few seconds.

He said, "Well, er... you guys know this is no big deal to me..."

I think it was as he was saying that, the bathroom door swung open and Kev --
another of the guys living in the flat -- burst in wearing just a pair of
cream-coloured baggy boxer shorts.

He seemed oblivious to the fact that Gareth was standing right behind me,
and headed straight for the toilet.  He said, "Fucking hell Thomo, move
over, I'm fucking bursting..."  Then -- while Gareth moved away from me and
retrieved his towel and while I pulled my briefs back up -- he pushed Thomo
to one side and started pissing noisily into the toilet bowl.  As he emptied
his bladder, he turned to my brother and I, and said, grinning, "Fuckin'
hell.  When you gotta go, you gotta go..."  Then he laughed loudly.  Kev was
the kind of person to find that sort of comment infinitely entertaining.

I turned back to the mirror and continued shaving.  Thomo tucked himself
back into his boxer briefs, fastened up his dressing gown and went back to
his room to get dressed.  Gareth put the towel around his waist and headed
to my room.

After I'd showered, I went back into my room feeling a bit sheepish.  I
wondered if Gareth and I had gone rather too far in front of Thomo.  I
didn't know whether to raise the subject with him or whether to behave as if
nothing had happened.  But it turned out that Gareth wasn't in my room.
He'd gone to the kitchen to have some corn flakes or something.  Helped
himself to food from any cupboard he could find which had anything in it, I
think.

When I went along to join him, a few of the other guys were also in there
watching some Saturday morning kiddie crap, comparing the breasts of the
various females who were presenting it.  So we just stood together, me
drinking coffee and him eating his cereal, watching the other guys and
feeling seperate and superior.

-----

Gareth and I took the bus into Southampton that afternoon.  Thomo came along
with us.  He'd hung around for the rest of the morning, not saying much but
seeming to want to be with us.

Kaz had said she needed to stay in bed.  Her nose had been red and she'd
kept sneezing.  I'd asked her if she wanted me to stay with her but, aware
that I hadn't seen Gareth in six months, she told me I ought to go out for
the day with him.  So I'd left her with a packet of Lemsips and a hot water
bottle.

We pissed around in the city for a while, like people do who have no money
but time on their hands.

While Gareth was drooling over the latest computer magazines in W H Smith, I
stood outside with Thomo.  I looked at him, wanting to make some
conversation.  His silence was becoming oppressive.  He just stared at the
people walking past us, seeming to study a baby in a pram and then turning
to watch a guy pushing a bike.

I said, "Hey, Thomo.  You know that stuff this morning...?  It was just a
joke, right?  I mean, we were just arsing about."

He said nothing.  He looked at the door of the shop opposite.

I said, "Hey, we weren't meaning to, like, trap you or anything..."

He turned to me.  His face was cold and serious.  He said, "Trap me?"

I smiled at him to try to abate his obvious tension.  I said, "You know -- it
wasn't a set-up because of what you'd said the night before."

He turned and looked at some teenage girls walking past us.  He said, "Yeah
I know that."

I thought I'd let it drop.  I wondered what was going on in his mind but he
was intent on looking at other people and remained silent for a minute or
so.

Then he turned toward me and said.  "Look, Seb -- you and Gareth.  Answer me
this... don't be offended, right?  But, well -- are you... you know."

Without intending to, I smiled.  I said, "If we were... what would you think
about us...?"

He returned to staring at the door of the shop opposite.  He said, "I
dunno."

He paused.  Then he said, "But I'm not going to bullshit."  He turned to
look at me again.  He continued, "I mean, we both know I had a stiffy..."

I said, "I have a girlfriend..."

He interrupted me snappily, "Yeah and I'm straight too.  But we both enjoyed
it.  I could tell you were lapping it up."

I thought about what he'd said.  I knew he was looking at me but now it was
my turn to watch the passers-by.

Eventually I said, "This goes no further..."

He said, "Yeah.  Of course."

I said, looking at an old woman pushing a tartan shopping trolley, "I...
kind of... get off on his interest in me."

He said, "Gareth's gay...?"

I said, "Yeah.  I reckon."

After that we went quiet.  We just watched people going about shopping and
meeting people.  Then Gareth came out of Smith's and we went off some place
else.

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Will be continued

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