Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2000 05:31:12 +0800 From: trese Subject: KILT: Jester (t/t) (incest) (fiction) ============================================================================ Disclaimer: The story you are about read contains gay erotic experiences. So, if you are not of legal age or your country, religion, moral universe etc., consider this writings to be perverse, then I suggest that you should find something else to read. And, if you should decide to read this type of literature, neither this site nor the author will be held accountable for your actions. ============================================================================ Background on KILT: Kathang Isip Lamang ni Trese (KILT) is a collection of original writings, fiction, or non-fiction depicting gay erotic themes. Posting, copying or redistributing this material via electronic mail or in any form is strictly prohibited. Only individuals, groups, or websites that were given proper authorization have the right to post, copy, or redistribute this material. ============================================================================ Jester by tReSe Copyright (c) Friday Trese Co. 1999. All Rights Reserved. All my life, I've always considered myself as an "ugly duckling." I'm only 5'6.5", 130 lbs., medium built, brown complexion, dark black/brown hair, and eyes. However, many people told that though I'm vertically challenge, there's nothing to be insecure about my looks because they say I look just fine. Ha! That would be the day, I would always think when I hear them say that. The thing is I don't want to "look just fine," I would like to have the "look" that would make any sexual beings turn their head at my direction when they saw me passing their way. Moreover, it would make them drool all over me and swoon at the very sight of me. You may say that I'm kindda grandiloquent. To escape the fact that I have this genetic limitation, I've often daydream that I would find a magic lamp and a genie would appear to grant me three wishes. My first wish would be for him to make the epitome of male hunkness. Second, for all man-kind to worship my gorgeous face and body. Third, to make me one mean fucking machine. Some kind of fantasy, huh. This fantasy was the results that though I'm not such a bad looking guy from inside and out, still people reject me. They seem to manage something they don't like with the way I look. They often told me that I'm such a nice guy, good sense of humor, and very understand but I'm just wasn't their type. Man, what a bummer. Same old line, all the time. I don't understand why and I don't like it. However, after this vicious cycle of rejects, I've given up the thought of finding someone who will love for who I am. Nevertheless, fate can be cruel sometimes. Have you had the experience when you've given up but fate wouldn't let you? Let me illustrate this clearly, this always happens to me when I'm finding my car key. You are late and you know that you've placed your car keys on your study table, then when you try to get it -- it's not there. You've searched everywhere, turning your room inside out still no key. But when you've given up all together, you see it again, where you original left it. Well that all changed when Mikey returned. Mikey, my nephew, son of my older cousin in my mother side decided to come back here in the Philippines for his summer vacation. He just turned fifteen and this vacation was his birthday gift for him by his parents. He longed to go back and stay here but can't because all of his family is stationed in the US. Mikey and I are inseparable. I was two years older than he was. We lived in the same subdivision and we're playmates most of the times. Though, by blood relation, I'm his uncle and his nephew, we've always been best buds as well. I was frantic when he called me to inform that he would stay with us. We've chat non-stop that our wish had been granted - and that is to see other again. Talking about the good old days and the countless of times, we got ourselves into trouble and stuff. Both of us were depressed when day of his departure for the US arrived but we made a pact that we would always keep in touch. Thank Heaven, we have the Internet for making it possible, we often email each other and chat over the icq. I was so excited to see him again yet a bit nervous. You see, Mikey doesn't know that I'm gay. I don't know if he would accept me. I don't want to lose my only best friend in the whole world, but I have to be honest to him. I owe him that at least. It was my seventeenth birthday when I told my parents that I'm gay. At first, they told me that it was just a phase and it would pass. They further injected that I'm too manly to be gay. When I heard them said that I was deeply hurt. I can't believe that they would believe what I was saying to them. But later that week, they realized that they haven't really listened to what I said and how insensitive they had acted. They apologized and accepted my sexual preferences and laid the rules about dating and sex. They told me to be fine some discreet and be careful that I might end up with some sicko. Further they told me not to have sex in the house and if I could put it off my mind until I graduate college, it would be better. And, if I couldn't resist the urge that, I should always us protection. Though, it was kindda embarrassing hearing this kind of talk from my parents. I'm glad they did. Because it made me realized just how much my folks love and support me. I assured them that I was still a virgin and that I would disrespect them or do something stupid. The day of Mikey's arrival came. I was late in picking him up at the airport. When I got there, he was sitting in the coffee shop. I ran towards him, he saw me, and stood up to meet and then we hugged. Man, he was gorgeous. Around 5'10", 150 lbs., with bulging biceps and thin hips. Beautiful strong face yet still boyish which is totally unblemished and hair free, and those thighs of his were so muscular with matching bulbous firm butt. I really like what I saw. And I'm having a woody under my shorts just looking at him. I have to mentally kick myself to stop from fantasizing about this boy-god in front of me. Because it was right, he was my nephew and my best friend and I love him. What I was feeling that time was pure lust. And, I don't want to ruin what we have by letting "Mr. Dickie-Horny-Bastard" control my faculties. After we left the airport, we were caught in the traffic. I have gained control of my libido and my hard on subsided. I'm like that every time I would see gorgeous guy. It was some momentary temptation that I've learned to overcome. And I'm proud of myself for not acting on my animalistic instinct and keeping my dick at its proper place. There was nothing else to do inside the car while waiting for the other vehicle to move on but talk. Mikey was talking like a bullet train out of excitement, and I have to stop him so often to understand what he was saying. After that he would lessen the velocity of his speech then pick up speed again. During one of his fast mode state of talking, I thought I heard him said that he was gay. I had to stop him and asked him to repeat what he had just said. He stopped talking all together and looked at my eyes very seriously. Then he began to say that I should not hate him or something, because he was gay. I was dumbstruck by his outright confession. You should see how stupid I look with my mouth hanging open. He turned his head away from me and held his hands in eyes. He was crying thinking that I had rejected him for being gay. I patted his back and told him not be silly and to stop crying. He told me that I hate him. I told him I don't hate him. I was just surprise and didn't see it come. Then he asked me what I thought about him being gay. I was about it to tell him that it was okay and that I too was gay but decided to fool around with his head for while. Instead of admitting that we were alike, I told him I have to thinking about it first. But I assured him that I still love him no matter what. I just need some time to get absorb the truth for awhile. Man, I'm such a jester. I like pulling this kind of things to others. I like toying with their head, so they don't know what to expect from me. That night, Mikey was still trying to anticipate my response. Since he told me earlier that he was gay and gotten, no definitive response from he was rather quiet. We just finished playing Tiberian Sun, and I creamed his ass in the game. You see we have two computers, one was my dad's and mine. I asked permission to install some game to his p/c so Mikey could play and he gladly let me. Mikey wanted to play another game but I told Mikey that I was tired and was going to bed. I headed back to the attic, which was my bedroom. For an attic, it was kindda spacious. My bed is a king-size mattress, which I laid on the floor, my study table, computer table, gym equipment in the corner and a bathroom. Before this was my dad's studio. But I told him that I want the space to be my bedroom in exchange for my former room. I just like seeing the sun set in the attic which was my reason for the trade. I was the one who designed the room since I'm an interior design major. And my dad helped me readjust the floor since he was an architect. By the way, I forgot to tell that beside the bathroom, we also built a dark room near the bathroom. My room is the biggest room in the house. I don't need to go to the kitchen at night, because I have my own small refrigerator in my room. Cool. I'm just a spoiled rotten only child. And I like it. Oops. Sorry I sidetracked. Anyway, I came out of the bathroom after washing my face. Usually, I sleep in my birthday suit. But since I have company, at least I have to be decent and wear boxers. Mikey was already in the room still playing with my p/c. I bid him good night and lay on the bed. He didn't respond but I heard him sobbing. I jump out of the bed towards him. I know the reason why he was crying and I hate seeing him like that. I turned the chair around so it faced me and I kneeled on the front. I told him to stop crying and told him that I know how he feels. He looked at me bewildered. I reached to whip his eyes and told him that I was gay too. Now, it was Mikey's turned to look stupid. He had the same expression that I had at the car earlier. I stood up and asked if he was okay with it. He stood up without talking to me. Then he went to the bed and picked up a pillow. I knew he was really mad for torturing him and that he would sleep instead than talk to me. Since we were little, every time Mikey was mad at me, he usually went to sleep without talking to me. I guess this was one of those times. Though, I know it was useless to ask forgiveness when his mad. He could be so stubborn sometimes. I had to try. I move towards him and I was about to say that I was sorry. He hit me with the pillow. I fell on the bed and he kept pounding me with the pillow. Then he shouted pillow fight. All my fears and worries vanished and I instantly grabbed a pillow and fought back. We were at it for quite some time, when he hit me hard causing me lose my balance and fell on the bed again. I was about to stand up when he straddled my smooth muscular chest. Then he held my hands by placing it under his legs in both sides. We were both panting at this time. We stayed like that for a minute or two catching our breath. Then he spoke angrily at me saying that I was so stupid and insensitive. I've never seen him this furious. I told him I didn't mean to torment I told him I was really sorry for being insensitive and didn't mean to hurt him and using it the situation to toy with his mind. He lifted his right hand and then slapped me in the face. I told him what was that for while struggling to throw him off my chest. He was shocked by what he had done. He immediately went off me saying he didn't mean to hit me. I lifted my upper body so I could be in a sitting position. He was crying profoundly this time beside me saying repeatedly that he didn't mean to hit me. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. I told him that it was okay. Then he said that he loves me. I told him that I love him too. He broke our embrace and told me that I understand him. I asked him what he meant. He told that his been in love with since we were little but could say so. He didn't want to jeopardize our relationship. He said that he would rather suffer in silence knowing that he could have me than lose our friendship. I told him to shut up and then I looked at his eyes and held his chin in my right hand. Then I pressed my lips against his. He closed his eyes and savored our very first kiss. Then I moved back. He opened his eyes and he grabbed from behind the neck and pulled me to his lips. He kissed me with so much passion and desire drowning me with joy inside my heart. ***Is this the end? You tell me. (smile) +++++++++++++ I really love to hear what you have to say. Your responses will be gladly appreciated. For your comments, suggestions, or constructive criticisms, kindly write to trese@bigfoot.com To read my other stories, visit my website: http://www.geocities.com/kathang_isip_ni_trese/ and join my mailing list to keep you informed and updated about my upcoming stories. Thanks, tReSe