Date: Tue, 1 May 2007 23:40:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew James Subject: Going Home - Part 1 Going Home - Part 1 (Incest, M/t) This story depicts a 19 year old and his 15-year-old brother. As always, this is a work of fiction that comes from my beautiful mind. If you have any problems with the subject matter then I suggest you do not read it. Remember I do not condone nor do I suggest you try this at home. Certified stunt drivers, wearing protection, performed all stunts on a closed course. *************************************** It had been the longest year - or so it seemed. I was about to complete my freshman year at Georgia Tech in Atlanta. Even though Atlanta was a REALLY great place, it was nothing like home. Hell, it wasn't even close to anything like home. I grew up in the Mississippi Delta in a TINY little place called Ruleville with a population just a hair over three thousand country folks - like myself. It's located just outside of Greenwood and just about the smallest place in the state. Needless to say that Atlanta was THE largest place that I had ever been to in my life. So there I was waiting on the Greyhound bus to whisk me back to my hometown. I had just turned 19 the week before and was really excited about getting to head back home. Being from a basically poor farm family, I didn't have much money and so wasn't able to go home at all during the school year. It's a bit of a funny feeling having to spend Christmas all alone in a city full of strangers. But that's a bit of how life goes. It felt like I spent an entire month on the damned bus but alas it was more like ten or twelve hours, counting all the stops it made along the way. I had been listening to my mp3 player and thumbing through a magazine I had picked up at the last stop when I happened to look out the window and realized that I recognized the scenery! I was ALMOST home! The excitement I felt was beyond words. And finally I saw the tiny little bus depot. Only there seemed to be a lot of folks around that day. Then I saw it. My dad and my brother David had the biggest "Welcome Home Mark!" banner you could imagine strung across the side of one of our cattle trailers. That's when it hit me that ALL of those folks were there to welcome me home! My parents, my brother, my friends from high school that had stayed behind at community college, even some of my high school teachers were there too! To the casual observer, I could have been a rock star stepping out of my tour bus when the cheers and claps started to ring in my ears. I was immediately hoisted onto two of my football buddies shoulders and wormed through the crowd towards my family. After being ceremoniously dropped onto the hood of my dad's old ford, I realized that looking into all of these smiling faces I was expected to SAY something! Oh hell they wanted me to give a speech or something!!! All I could do was stumble and mumble through some sort of "glad to be home..thanks for being here.." Jargon that made no sense to me and probably not to many of them either but they listened politely. My mom took the pressure off of me by announcing to the crowd that I was a little tired after all that traveling and that I needed to get home and get settled back into my routine. Then the announcement."we would like to remind everyone about the barbecue and bonfire tonight out at the farm for Mark's welcome home party..be sure to come out!!!" Country folks can be some of the most gracious and heartfelt people on the planet. Looking around and speaking to a few of my closer friends I made plans for meeting up with everyone later at our farm. We all had to get caught up with what was happening in everyone's lives. Dad and my brother David had been loading my bags into the bed of the truck so my mom and I went ahead and got in. Just like old times, dad would be behind the wheel, mom in the front passenger seat, me directly behind her and David behind my dad. Mom and I were jabbering up a storm when Dad and David finally climbed into their seats. I was so caught up in the moment that I never really paid that close of attention to David. Don't get me wrong, we were very close and talked almost every week the entire year that I was gone, but we hadn't really seen each other since I left home. Let's see.I always have to do the math on this one.David is two years and eleven months younger than me. That means he's 16. No, wait.his birthday isn't for almost a month after mine so he's still 15 (almost 16). Anyways, we were riding in the back seat and the folks in the front seat just shootin' the breeze about all sorts of stuff when I realized that my mom was beating around the bush. She and I have always had this sixth sense between us and I could always tell when she was fibbing or trying to steer clear of something. I was trying to politely butt in when I noticed that David was blushing just a bit and that he was doing everything to avoid my eyes. "Mom, what are you not telling me?" "What on earth do you mean dear?" "Mom, you know that I know something's up so why not just get it out in the open before we get home?" "Well you know how I started doing all that sewing for that little shop in Greenwood just before you left?" "Sure, I remember.Ms Pickens place." "Well as it turns out, we've been doing a lot of business together and now I have so many special orders that I had to expand my operations so to speak?" And with that I could see that the side of her face and her neck were turning red. I was beginning to not like the way that this was going for me. Add to that the fact that my dad was staring straight ahead at the road like he was flying a jet or something and David just kept staring out the window. That's when it hit me. "You turned my room into a sewing place didn't you Mom?!?" "Now honey..it's helped your dad and I in so many ways and it's made us more money than we ever would have thought.." "Where am I supposed to sleep?!..on the floor?!?!" Hello I was nineteen but I do believe that I started to pout at the given moment. "Well David and I figured you could share his room!" She blurted out with almost too much excitement. She had it all figured out. My room was gone for good as far as I was concerned and now I had to share my brother's room with him. I began to wonder if he was still playing with toys or not. Basically the rest of the trip home was in absolute silence that wasn't broken until we left the paved road and entered our dirt driveway. I could hear the familiar change in the hum of the tires and the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP as we crossed over the cattle guards that kept our herd from wandering down the driveway. As Dad parked the truck I started grabbing for my stuff out of the back bed. David had already grabbed some of my stuff and started heading in towards the house. I followed him down to his room and almost fell out in shock. When I left his room had been full of toys, posters from years gone by and youthful whatnot. Now it was painted a more grown up shade of green with a rug on the floor and some actual pictures hanging on the wall instead of those cheesy posters. Now for the next two things that I noticed - first, there was only a queen bed in the center of the opposite wall of his room and second, there was my old weight bench sitting in the corner. As I dropped my stuff on the floor I glanced a little closer at the weights hanging on the weight bench and realized that he had almost 200 pounds on the bar bell. "Hey David, you know you don't have to store the weights on the bar bell, don't you?" "I know Mark, the rest of the weights are on the floor under the bed." "Yeah right.you're telling me that you lift 200 pounds?!" My brother David then lifted up his arms, pumping them just a bit, and flexed his biceps, saying "every morning before I go out and do my chores!" This little pipsqueak that I used to play GI Joe with just a few years ago was now lifting weights and had the "guns" to prove it. Once again I noticed that my brother had this look on his face and was turning a bit red while shifting from foot to foot. "What's up Davie? Something wrong?" I had called him Davie since he was little. I usually called him Dave but once in while when something was wrong or he really needed my help I usually called him Davie. "No, I'm fine. I just wanted to .. Well I .." "What is it Davie..just spit it out." "I know that you probably aren't too happy about having to share my room for the summer and I'm sorry, it was Mom's idea. But, I was going to make a palette on the floor so you can have the bed." "A palette for what Davie?" "Well to sleep on.at night.you know so you don't have to share the bed with your little brother." he was nervous because he was toeing the carpet with the tip of his shoes. "Davie, as long as you don't mind sharing your bed with your big brother, I don't expect you to sleep on a palette all summer long! If anyone sleeps on the floor it should be me, not you! I'm the one that's been off to college and came back to invade my little brother's space." "Well, I don't mind ..really I don't Mark..after all we've slept in the same bed many times growing up..especially when we went to Grandma's house" "Great, then it's settled..neither one of us is sleeping on the floor." We spent a little while getting my stuff settled into his room. He had even cleared me some space in his dresser drawers and in his closet for my stuff. He really was a thoughtful little brother. It started getting late and David headed out to finish up some chores on the farm. I decided I had better take a shower and get some clean clothes on before the whole town showed up for the barbecue. Nothing brings a group of folks together like the prospect of food, especially when it's really good barbecue! After I got out of the shower and got dressed I headed out to the barn. I could see smoke rising from the far side of it so I knew where they had set up the barbecue pits. Coming around the corner of the barn I was surprised to see half of the town already there waiting for me. There was even a flat bed trailer set up as a stage and a local blue- grass band was setting up their instruments. Man it felt great to be home again. That night I got to fill my stomach full of lots of home cooking. Country folks take pride in what they fix (that's "cook" to you non-country folk) and anytime you have a cook- out they are bound to bring a "little something" from home so it becomes this great big feast! I also got to reunite with a lot of my buddies from high school. We sat around the bon-fire and shot the shit for what seemed like all hours of the night. Then all at once I realized that I was tired. I was just so wore out that I HAD to get some sleep. It was around that time that David had appeared at my side. "You about ready to head to bed?" he asked. "Yeah, I just got so tired all of a sudden" I replied. "Yeah my too..I got chores in the morning and stuff.." "Hey I'll help you with those chores, it'll be just like old times!" I grinned at him. We split off, him heading one way and me the other. I hadn't been in his room too long and was rooting around in the drawers trying to lie out my clothes for the next morning. We grew up that way, you never knew when you might have to go nurse a sick calf or help a neighbor herd something back home in the middle of the night so you always kept your clothes at the ready for the next day. That little trick even helped in college because you could sleep in an extra 5 or 10 minutes every morning if you already knew what you were planning to wear. So I laid out my clothes on the back of David's desk chair pulled off my shirt. I had just unbuckled my jeans when I heard a throat clearing behind me. "Hey David, you fixin to go to be too?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm beat. Just got to get my clothes ready for tomorrow." And with that he began to set out his clothes in the same manner as I had and he even laid them with mine on the back of the chair. That's when I noticed that he had pulled out the same clothes that I had just before he came in. Apparently he noticed as well because he looked over grinning at me saying that we thought alike. We had both laid out a white t-shirt, denim overalls, socks, and underwear. I just grinned back and said, "yep, great minds think alike!" As all of this was happening I had begun to remove my jeans. That left me standing in my heather gray jockey briefs. As I turned around I saw David pulling his shirt over his head with his back to me. He was not the soft little brother that he had been when I left for college just a year ago. He had a very well sculpted back and very trim waistline. With his back still to me, he unsnapped his jeans and let them slide down his legs. Then bending over to pull his feet free of the pants, he was giving me a full view of his cloth-covered ass. He wore the exact same type of jockeys that I wore except his were red. Looking at my brother he looked as if he had really grown a lot in the past year. I realized that I had been staring at my brother's ass for longer than a brother should and mentally registered that it was time to get into the bed. Especially when I realized that for some reason, I was beginning to chub up just a bit down below. For some reason I still wanted to watch him so I slid under the sheets but stayed facing the other side of the bed where he was standing. He finally turned around, and pulled the sheets up to slide in as well. It did not escape my attention that my brother had a nice sized bulge in the pouch of his jockeys. He lay grinning at me for a few moments so we started this brotherly dialogue while beginning to catch up on different things. It soon became obvious that we both needed some sleep so he sat up to turn off the light. Somehow I hadn't figured out that the lamp was on my side of the bed so when he sat up to turn it off, he had to stretch over me in order to reach it. After the complete darkness fell into the room he shifted back to where he had been laying in the bed. However during that brief moment where his upper body and hand had to get back to his side of the bed, his nipple had grazed my shoulder and his hand my side. It sent goose bumps from my head to my toes. After the briefest pause he said, "I'm glad your home Mark" and he leaned toward me in the dark, his warm breath on my face and kissed my cheek. This wasn't a real shock because we had always been affectionate. My dad always said that his dad didn't show him any affection and he didn't want us to grow up thinking that he didn't love us. So we were always a huggie, peck on the cheek type family. But since I had just been admiring his ass in his tight red jockeys, I felt a bit strange about such an innocent kiss. All through the night I had dreams that were both sexually satisfying and completely nerve racking. They each involved my brother and his tight red jockeys. And in each one I was doing different things to or with my brother that 99 percent of brothers would never do to each other. This wasn't the first time that I had had gay feelings and in fact I had acted on some of those feelings while in Atlanta. But I had never seen my brother as anything more than a brother. When I awoke it was still dark out so I knew that it wasn't time to quite get up. The fact that the rooster's weren't crowing yet was a good sign as well. A common misconception is that rooster's crow at sunrise. But anyone who's ever lived on a farm will quickly tell you that a rooster can crow up to an hour before the damned thing comes up. So that in itself told me that it was still pretty early. I reached down to adjust myself and felt a wet spot in my jockeys. I've always been a heavy leaker when it comes to pre-cum and anytime I had a lot of fore play or sexual dreams, I would end up with a huge wet-spot. As I adjusted my fairly stiff cock I became aware that I was on my back and my brother was curled up to my right side just like we did when we were kids. Only this time, my kid brother had a very hard cock pressed against the side of my hip. Add insult to injury, my right arm was pinned between us but laying on the mattress. So he was cuddling up to my side with my arm under his left side and my hand under his hip. Now I was fully awake! I couldn't even imagine sleeping. He was stunningly handsome, well toned, and very hard in ALL the right places and was curled up to me like a long lost lover. I was beyond thought and borderline of passing out from too many thoughts running through my head. While I was lying there contemplating all of this he shifted in his sleep just enough to slide his arm fully across my chest and kissed my shoulder. But at the same time he was snoring so I knew that he was completely asleep. I was caught between fear and absolute lust. I could have flipped him over and taken his cock in my mouth right then and there, but I couldn't. After all he was my brother. After great will power I finally fell back asleep. The next time I awoke was to the crowing outside the bedroom window with just a bit of sun peeping in under the curtained window. Thump. Clank. Heavy breathing. I sat straight up in the bed and looked over to the corner. "Hey Davie. What time is it?" "It's already 5:15 sleepy head!" "Man of all the things I missed it wasn't getting up this early!" "Tell me about it but you know Dad and his rules about chores." "Yeah, but that's not until 6 so why are you up?" I asked while thinking about going back to sleep. "Because I like to work out before I go do my chores. It helps to wake me up." I finally finished sitting up all the way, leaning against my brother's headboard while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I guess he had been working out in the dark so he wouldn't wake me up. But as the sun had continued to gradually peep more and more into the room I saw what had skipped my attention earlier. "Davie?" Push. Grunt. Heavy breathing. "Yeah Mark?" "Do you always work out in just your briefs?" He stopped in mid lift like a deer caught in headlights, "do you mind? I don't really like to sweat up a pair of shorts when I about to take a shower anyways." "Nah it doesn't bother me, I was just wondering what Mom and Dad say about it?" "They don't ever come in here as long as I'm out of here by 6." "Oh, well that's good I guess that they give you some privacy." At some point during this conversation, with me leaning against the headboard and David lying on the weight bench, my hand had made contact with my jockey covered cock and was lightly stroking it back and forth. I yanked my hand out quickly enough to almost make a scene. "Davie, do you mind if I take my shower while you finish with that?" "Sure go ahead. I got you a bottle of that shampoo and body wash that you used to like." He really was a nice kid brother. He even remembered my favorite brands and scents. It was in the shower that I noticed my cock was still hard and begging to be stroked. I listened for a moment and seeing as how the coast was clear, I thought why not? I took my cock in my hand and started to work it back and forth. I leaned against the smooth tile wall and ran through some of my favorite jack-off material. That's when I saw a pair of red jockey's in my mind. Only they were hugging the hips of my brother. He was hard. He was rubbing his hand up and down his cock. He was licking his lips and biting his lower lips. He was begging me with his eyes to come and suck his cock. In my mind I dropped to my knees. I pulled him under the showerhead and got his red jockeys soaked. I sucked and licked his fat mushroom head through the red fabric. I sucked his pre-cum out of his fabric. I skinned his briefs down his legs and had the most beautiful cock hit me in the face. I don't remember having a cock so beautiful and perfect attached to my body when I was only 15. In my mind I imagined him grabbing my hair and pulling my face into his crotch. I imagined him fucking that beautiful cock in and out of my mouth. Filling my entire mouth with nothing but hard teen cock. In my mind he was incredible. Then I imagined the head getting bigger and filling my throat. Then it happened..I shot my cum all over the door to the shower. I was completely spent and limp while my cum was oozing down the shower door. That's not all. There was movement outside the shower door. Through the obscure glass it was a blob of tanned flesh on top of tanned flesh with a single red strip somewhere in the middle. I rinsed quickly and shut off the water. I cracked the door open grabbing my towel from the towel bar and wrapped it around my waste. As I stepped out, Davie was standing at the sink with his back to me brushing his teeth. When our eyes made contact in the mirror he quickly looked away but I saw the tinge of pink that had crept into his face and neck. Leaving the bathroom I looked back over my shoulder to his crotch noticing his bulge was more than ample. I went back to "our" room donning my new jockeys, my overalls, and my white t-shirt. While eating breakfast with my parents, David came in in the exact outfit I had own. Only he and I knew that the only difference was the color of our jockeys. We headed out to one of the old trucks and I was a little taken back when Davie climbed into the driver's seat and pulled the keys from above the visor. "Um, aren't you a bit young to drive?" I asked while standing by the driver's door waiting for him to give up the seat. After all I was the 19 year old college student and he was hot as hell but only 15 (at least for a another few weeks). "How the hell do you think I go do my chores in the back pasture?! Dad's been letting me drive since you left." Seeing as how I was the older, bigger brother I could have pushed the issue with him and made him slide over in the seat. But I quickly thought it over deciding to go along for the ride. Mom had packed us a lunch so I knew that they didn't expect us back until late afternoon. And my dad was not the prying type. He sent you to do something with the assumption that you were man enough to do it. And if you didn't do it there would be hell to pay. Therefore we would have the entire day to ourselves. Farm life had its interesting moments but shoveling cow manure out of a barn at 6:30 in the morning wasn't one of them. By 8 am we had finished with the barn and were heading over to another pasture where some troughs needed repair work done to them. When we got there, David parked the truck under an old tree to help keep it shaded for later use. As he was getting out he slipped the straps of his overalls off of his shoulders. Then he pulled the shirttail of his t-shirt out and with a double-crossing of his arms he pulled it up and over his head. Today he had on a pair of green jockey briefs and the top edge of them were peeking out of the top of where his bibs had fallen around his waist. As he turned looking at me he slung his t-shirt over the side mirror on the truck saying, "you should take your shirt off too city boy. You sure did loose your tan while you were in Hotlanta!" I remarked that it wasn't such a bad idea while removing my t-shirt as well. I wandered around to the driver's side of the truck where he was standing and slung my t over the mirror on top of his. That's when I noticed he hadn't put his straps back over his shoulders yet. That's when I decided to have a little fun. "Hey cow polk who YOU calling a CITY BOY?!?!" With that I yanked his bibs down, basically "pantsing" him, and quickly leaned over while throwing him over my shoulder. With that I started to spin around with him draped over my shoulder while popping him on the ass. "Huh?!?!?! I said who you calling a City Boy?" And just like being kids again, he was giggling and yelling uncle. "Uncle?! Who you yelling uncle at Davie?! I haven't even started to tickle you yet!" I carried him over to the barn and basically dropped us both down in the hay. With me, fully clothed, and him in his tight, sexy green jockeys with his bib overalls down around his ankles. Comically he couldn't have escaped if he had wanted to because by this point his bibs had gotten all tangled up in his legs and work boots. I pinned him down in the hay and straddled his hips while running my fingertips under his armpits and down his ribs. When I began to get the response I was looking for, I attacked his stomach area and his sides as well. "Uncle, uncle...unc...uncle!!!!!!!!!!" "I'm sorry Davie I can't hear you through all that laughter!" I shot back. It was just like when we were kids again. Only this time my kid brother sprung a boner. And so did I. I decided to lift up off of him but not completely. Instead I leaned back settling my ass right on his hard cock. I figured why not make him a little bit uncomfortable. He looked up at me with this beautiful smile on his face. It was at the very instant I knew that I wanted to kiss him. On the lips. With my tongue. I was now the one that was uncomfortable. I was no longer sure who had the control over whom. With that I hopped up and got back to work. He stood up watching me for a few moments. I caught what looked like sadness and maybe even rejection in his face. He took a few more moments trying to get his overalls fixed and finally got his straps slipped back over his shoulders. Was he having the hots for me like I was for him or was he realizing that his big brother was a big queer? The rest of the morning went really slowly. I got a lot of grunts and one word answers up until lunch. By the time we sat on the tailgate, I was about ready to slug him into a good mood whether he wanted to be in a good mood or not. For lunch I pulled off my work boots and socks. Then I decided to test the water, so to speak, and pulled my straps off of my shoulders once again. While trying to engage him in conversation I pulled my t-shirt off once again and laid it in the bed of the truck. After a while I noticed that he was casually glancing towards me ever so often. I decided to test some more water. "How long you been working with my old weights?" "Since you left and Mom said she was going to put them into the barn to store them.I figured you wouldn't mind if I used them." A few moments of silence past and he added the question, "you didn't mind that was using them did you?" as he looked at the ground. "Of course not! You're my brother, why would I mind. Besides it looks like you've been doing a lot of work with them!" At that his face brightened and like a little kid he peeped, "you noticed?!" then he blushed bright red and stared off at the ground. "Of course I noticed! I left a runt and came home to a thorough bred of a brother." "You wanna see `em?!" he blurted out then blushed even deeper red. "Your muscles?" I asked. "I was just kidding.." "No I would love to check..I mean look at your muscles..." I stumbled through as a reply. "Ok.if you really want to.." He mumbled as he sat there. "Davie?" "Yeah" "Why don't you pull your shirt off so I can get a look at them?" He looked up at me, then looked around like someone else might be looking. He slowly pulled the straps from his bibs off his shoulders and lowered them to his side. With another quick look around he pulled his shirt over his head and laid it in his lap. Now I thought that this whole thing was so adorable on his part. After all, he had been pumping iron when I woke up while wearing only his red jockeys and nothing else. Now he was looking around all sheepish like while slowly undressing in front of his big brother. I was looking with my eyes wide open afraid I would miss even a single detail of his perfect body. Then without thinking I reached out and touched his chest. He jumped like I had shocked him. That was enough to bring back down to earth. I pulled my hand back. Again he had that sad look of rejection on his face. I decided to bite the bullet and touched his chest again. That time he seemed to have melted at my touch and that goofy grin I loved so much of his spread across his entire face. He looked at the ground and mumbled something. I was so engrossed in the heat of his chest under the palm of my hand that I missed what he said. "I'm sorry Davie I didn't get that?" "I said do you like it?" "Yeah, Davie you've got a really nice chest on you and great abs too." "Thanks, I wanted the body you had so I worked really hard to get it." I was surprised that he had even thought about my body. I never realized that he wanted to be so much like me. I scooted closer to him on the tailgate and let my hands explore his chest, shoulders, back, arms, and stomach. Then I got brave and tweaked a nipple as my hand grazed by it. He looked at me with those deep blue eyes he has and I realized again that I had this overwhelming urge to kiss him. I never got the chance because he kissed me first. I didn't expect it because I was so consumed with my own urge to kiss him that I missed it coming. When I didn't respond he pulled back muttering that he was sorry. I quickly placed my hand under his chin and lifted his face so I could look into his eyes. "Davie, don't ever be sorry..whatever you want from me I'm here for you." And with that I leaned in and kissed my brother. Not as a brotherly kiss but as a new lover finding their soul mate. I held his head in my hands as I began to kiss his lips, his nose, his cheeks, his neck, his eyelids..if I could kiss it on his face then I did. All of my passion poured out of me in an instant and I knew that I wanted to be with my brother. I stood up while still kissing him and pulled him into a standing position. While continuing the kiss, I pushed his overalls off of his pert ass and let them slide down his legs. At that point I broke our kiss and slid down his body. I admired his legs muscles and his bare feet. I complemented him on his body and looking up into his deep blue eyes I grazed the edge of the waistband of his jockeys. With a simple smile from him I began to slide them down his firm legs. His cock was as beautiful if not more beautiful than my dream had revealed. Hanging off the very tip was a drop of pre-cum. Without any hesitation or thought on my part I leaned forward swiping my tongue along the tip to gather his essence of teen nectar. It was as sweet as my own pre-cum so taking the plunge I sucked his cock into my mouth and began nursing it like in my dream. I ran my hands up and down his firm legs and taut ass while bobbing up and down on his hard teen cock. At some point his hands found their place on my head as he began to slowly fuck my mouth. At first with slow precise movements later followed by fast rough movements. The more I moaned in pleasure the quicker he learned what I liked. I eventually took his hands and curled his fingers into my hair while tugging a little on them. He took that cue instantly and pulled on my hair while basically deep throating his cock into my mouth. It wasn't long before his breathing turned into panting and I knew that he was on the verge. I grabbed his ass, fucked my mouth faster, and increased the amount of attention I was putting onto his cock. I stroked the full length with my mouth while stroking the underside with my tongue. I even took a second or two to let it slide all the way to the fat mushroom head so I could suck out some pre-cum. With a few more deep, tight strokes and lots of moans from David I heard him mumble. "Mark I'm gonna cum!" I increased my pace even faster and looked into his eyes. He knew and I knew that I was about to eat his teen cum load. Without any further question or warning, his mushroom head flared in my mouth and shot the first shot onto the roof of my mouth, then my entire mouth was flooded with his cum. It was warm, and more sweet than salty. I swallowed every bit of my teen brothers load. With complete and utter bliss on his face, he collapsed onto the tailgate of the truck panting. Then he uttered the most wonderful music to my ears. "I love you Mark." "I love you more than you will ever know Davie." "I doubt that Mark but do you think you can show me how much you love me tonight? In our bed?" **********************************************8 I hope that you have enjoyed this story. This is part 1 of several parts so hopefully the next part will come out in the near future. I love to get emails to let me know whether you liked or disliked the story. As usual, flames will be ignored..if this is not your cup of tea then why did you read it?! Peace, love, and understanding. Email me at GayGreenStang@yahoo.com