Date: Thu, 01 Mar 2001 18:55:09 -0500 From: Ritch Christopher Subject: just-beyond-that-hill-11 All rights reserved. Copyright held by the author. If you are underage or are offended by gay fiction, containing graphic sex and explicit language, please exit now. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> "...yes, I know I was suppose to come by...but...but...Sheila! Listen! Will you let me get one word in? Sheila, sometimes things come up that I have no control over...What?...All kinds of things...Sheila, look...I said I'm sorry...Sheila...Sheila...Well, it's not like we are officially engaged or something...Sheila...You know goddamned well I'm not seeing another girl!...Well, believe me. I'm not!...Oh, shit. I don't even like talking to you when you're in this kind of mood...No...No...All right I'll call you tomorrow..." Chad yelled, slamming down the phone. "Trouble in Eden?" I asked. "Fuckin' bitch. She thinks she owns me." "She think you're cheating on her?" "If she only knew..." Chad blurted out before turning his grimace into a smile, as he looked at me. "Judd, come here." "Why?" "Don't ask why. Just come here a minute." I walked over to him. "Now, what?" "This." He put his arms around me in an embrace and kissed me. "Does this make me the other woman." "No woman has between her legs what you do.,,That brings up a question I've wanted to ask you...Has that thing of yours ever been between a woman's legs?" "Would it matter?" "No, just wondering..." "Then, the answer is no. I touched my first and only vagina a few weeks ago. It belonged to a 60 year old dying woman." "You're a necrophiliac?" "I'm not sure what that is." "You like to have sex with dead people." "Oh...yeah...I've been doing that for years...but only men...I find their dicks get harder than live ones." "Yeah, but they can't cum." "I know but when you got a dead man's dick up your ass, you don't worry how soon he's gonna shoot and go soft. You can ride their dicks 'til your ass gets raw and they still have an erection." "Judd, you are so much fun. I've enjoyed the past three days so much. I would never've thought that I could change my preference and outlook so quickly." "I like being around you too, Chad...by lifeguard angel." He stood there with his outstretched arms locked around the neck, allowing to stare in those eyes. "Judd, do men ever fall in love?" "Yes." "I mean, REAL love?" "Yes, REAL love...Why?" "Nothing, I was just wondering. This Eddie you talk about, back in Tennessee...are you in love with him?" "I think so." "How can you just up and leave him like you did?" "The house was getting too crowded and the situation, too complicated." "Have you thought about going home?" "Yes...but I don't know it the time is right." "Whatcha gonna do then?" "Don't know." "You wanna stay here with me till you make your mind up?" "I'd like that, if I'm not in your way." "Judd...Judd, I want you in the way." "Seriously, what about Sheila?" "I don't know, but whatever happens, she'll get over it. Judd, you've got to realize the change you've made in my life...and I don't exactly know which way to turn. Last week, it would never occurred to me to do what I've been doing with you. And now, I've been soul-searching and keep asking myself if I've felt this way all along and repressed these feelings...because what I'm feeling for you seems honest and real." "You must be taken by my southern charm." I kidded. "I don't know if it's just you...but I'm wondering if I could have these desires with another guy." "When you were a kid, did you ever jerk off at night while thinking about your best friend or some movie star and wondered if they were jerking off, too?" "Maybe when I was twelve or thirteen, I use to wish I was as good looking as Guy Madison or Tab Hunter or John Derek." "You had nothing to worry about. I think you're as good looking as any one of those guys." "I saw Tab Hunter in person once." "I'm jealous...he always turns me on, too." "I went into this drug store up on the Strip to get some suntan oil and I went back to the pharmacy to pay for it, and right next to me was Tab Hunter getting a prescription filled. I was in my bathing suit, and the whole time I stood there I kept trying to make eye contact with him, and Judd, I swear to God, he wouldn't look up. He was looking at my crotch. The more he stared, I felt like I was getting a hard on and I was so afraid he would see what was happening to me, that I put the suntan oil on the counter and ran out of the store." "Too bad you didn't stay. Who knows? He might have invited you home with you and put you in his next picture. YOU might be 'The Girl He Left Behind", instead of Sheila...if she gets the part." "Don't think I didn't think about it. But at the time I wouldn't've known what to do in the bed with Tab Hunter." "He probably would have known what to do with you." "Do you suppose?...Do you think Tab Hunter is queer?" "I wish you wouldn't use that word." "Well what word should I use? Faggot sounds even worse." "It does." "Well?" "I just like to say, 'different'." (In those days, no one had ever heard of the word, "gay".) "OK. I've had sex with you for the past three days. Would you say that I'm 'different'?" "Not to me...Can I ask you something." "It's your nickel." "We've done all kinds of things...oral...anal...many different positions...sometimes you're the aggressive one...sometimes I am...which thing that we did, did you like best?...Fucking?...Sucking?...Being fucked?...Being sucked?...What?" "It's strange but I liked all of it! If I had to choose a favorite...I guess I like the idea of going down on you." "Why?" "I've fucked girls before and I've had girls to suck me before...but when I touched your cock...the first one I'd ever even looked at, up close, I became nervous and jittery...like I was doing something I wasn't suppose to...and it was all right...I could get away with it without being caught...And then, once I had you in my mouth...I wanted to pleasure you and show you what felt good to me and the more I made you feel good, I knew you would return the favor...so I concentrated on giving you the best blow job possible. I must've been a good teacher, because the next time you went down on my...you licked and sucked just in the right spots on me." "You were a good teacher." "And...now don't take this the wrong way, Judd, but the first time I felt your cock up my ass, was a feeling I had never felt before. I know it should have been painful...but it wasn't...I liked your being inside me...and I wanted you to stay there...Shit! All this talking is making me horny again." "You stay that way." "Only around you. No girl, not even Sheila, has ever excited me the way you do...I guess that makes me 'different', huh?" "Guess so.,,Are you hinting you wanna go to bed?" "I thought you'd never catch on...being that you're from the south and all." "Oh shut up and go take all your clothes off. Spread your ass because I'm gonna fill you with Southern Comfort or pour some Jack-off Daniels down your throat." "I just love it when you talk dirty," Chad said in a high pitched voice. I took my clothes off after going to the bathroom to pee, Chad was already naked in bed. "Hey, Judd, are you hard yet." "Not yet, I just peed." "Let me go down on you and get it hard first before you fuck me." "Sounds like a plan." He was bouncing around on the bed like a kid on the playground, He stuffed my flaccid organ in his mouth and started making gobbling noises. He increased the volume, without hearing the door open and he was too busy bobbing his head up and down between my legs that he couldn't have seen Sheila enter the room, if he had wanted to. Reality hit when she screamed. "CHAD!!" "Oh, Hi Sheiloh." He said, in between bobs. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" "Oh you haven't met Judd, have you...Judd...Sheila...Sheila...Judd..." I didn't speak. I didn't even bother to look at her. I just groaned and put a pillow over my face hoping I would smother to death in the next sixty seconds. "I ASKED 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING'?" "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm giving Judd a blow job." as he dived back on my now erect member. "BUT, YOU'RE NOT QUEER!!" She continued her screaming. "I know I'm not...I'm 'different'." Chad replied, smiling. "Jesus Christ! I thought I might come over here and catch you with another girl...I never would have expected this!!!" "Then, maybe you should call first, next time, before you come rushing over." He said smugly. "But I don't understand why you are doing that?" "Sheila, you can either leave or pull up a chair and watch...just stop interrupting me...I'm trying to get Judd hard, so he can fuck me." "OH GOD! LET ME GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I LOSE MY SANITY AND DO SOMETHING DRASTIC!!" "Oh?...If you're leaving, Sheila, please close the door quietly behind you as you go. I like it better when it's dark in here." "I'm leaving all right...and don't you ever try to call me again...because I won't be home." "Well thanks for telling me that, Sheila, it'll be a waste of my time to try to call you then." Sheila slammed the door with such force, she almost knocked the oil paint off the matador black velvet picture. "Why did you do that?" I asked, "Because I wanted to." "But she was your girl." "The word you said was 'was'. You're right. She 'was' my girl." "But not now." "Not now...because, 'now', I'm 'different', just like you." "I feel like you were Pandora's Box and I opened you up and released all the evils in the world." "You released the good evils in me." "But, Chad, supposin' I were to leave...and now that you're feeling 'differently', how would you go about getting Sheila back?" "Who says I want her back? She's more interested in taking care of her acting career than she is in taking care of me." "Do you think you would still date girls...or would you go out looking for guys?" "I could pick up a girl at the beach and fuck her any time I wanted. But to me, it would be more of a challenge to see if I could pick up another guy and see if he was interested in becoming 'different'." "Damn! You're turning into a Dracula or some kind of vampire to see if you can bite them and turn them into something else." "That's the key...bite them...I know a couple of lifeguard buddies I would like to try to bite. But I don't plan on going looking as long as you're here." "Why not?" "Because, my little hillbilly, you're enough for me, right now. As long as I can convince you to stay here with me, I have all I want." "But I can't stay here. I don't have a job or anything and I can't help you with the rent or anything." "Who says you have to? I was managing on my own before I met you. You don't have to work. You can stay here during the day and 'whomp up' some of that Southern cooking you're so famous for. and you can have a hot dinner waiting on me when I get home...and after dinner, you can go to bed with me and feed me dessert...some cock de jour." "You are something else." "I know...I am 'different'...Uh oh...I just thought of something..." "What?" "My little brother, Kenny, is due to come down from San Francisco and spend the weekend with me." "How old is he?" "Fifteen...old enough." "Chad...you wouldn't?" "Don't know...maybe it runs in the family." "I can't stay here while you corrupt your little brother." "Why not? Your brother taught you about the facts of life...Maybe Kenny needs a lesson or two...and you would be the ideal person to monitor and see if I do it properly." "I can't believe you're talking this way...You weren't at all like this when you first brought me home with you." "THERE...see what you've done to me? It's all your fault...and you have to take full responsibility to see that I teach Kenny the right things." "I won't agree just yet...let me think about it...Could I ask a favor?" "Anything you want...just name it." "Would you mind if I made a long distance call to Tennessee? I could pay you for it." "Oh...Eddie, again..." "I just want to let Momma and Dad know I'm all right and where I am, in case something should happen and they needed to reach me or something." "You got a finger?...Then dial..." I nervously picked up the telephone receiver out of its cradle and dialed the big "0". I wanted Eddie to answer the phone...and then again...I hoped he wouldn't, The operator took the number and after the fourth ring, Momma answered. "Hello." "Momma?" "Judd...is that you?" "Yea, Momma." "Where are you?" "I'm in California...Los Angeles." "My Lord!...So far?" "I wanted to see the Pacific Ocean, Momma." "Why didn't you just go over to Charlotte or down to Savannah and see the Atlantic?" "Momma, I just had to see what was beyond that hill that I've looked at from the front porch all my life." "Well, when are you coming home, son?" "I don't know just yet...Is everything all right?...Are you and Dad, OK?" "Your dad and I are just fine." "How about Marie and Eddie and little Hal?" "That's another story, Judd." "What's wrong?" "Marie is gone, Judd." "Gone? Gone where?" "We don't know...she just up and left Eddie and the baby in the middle of the night, about a week ago...and we haven't heard from her since. We got the police and the Tennessee and the Georgia Highway Patrol out looking for her." "Did she leave a note or anything?" "No, but the night before, she talked to her friend Martha Lou on the phone and said she was tired of being married and wasn't meant to be a mother,: "That bitch...sorry, Momma, but I can't help it." "And when Eddie called and told us...I came home from Oak Ridge to take care of the baby. "How is the baby." "Cutest thing you've ever seen...looks just like you and Big Hal." "Wish I could see it." "Wish you could, too. I wish you were here to be with Eddie. He beside himself, not knowing what to do...and how to work and take care of his son." "Is Eddie there, now, Momma?" "Yes." "Put him on the phone, please." "All tight...Eddie?" "Hello?" "Eddie..." "Judd...is this you?" "Yeah, guy," "Where are you...and when you coming home?" "I'm in Los Angeles...and I don't know when I'm coming home. What's up with Marie." "I don't know, Judd. You know she's been acting funny since the baby was born," "Eddie, Marie had acted funny her whole life. I never understood why you married her in the first place." "I had my reasons...the biggest of which is about 3,000 miles away from here." "Is Momma still close by?" "Yes." "Then you're not able to talk freely?" "That's right." "I miss you, guy." "Same here." "You want me to come home?" "More than anything in the world. Where are you staying." "I made a friend who saved my life." "What?" "Long story." "Anything I should worry about?" "Not really." "Are you short of cash?" "No I've been real lucky...I haven't been able to spend much. I have just about as much now as I did when I left home." "This friend?...Are you involved with him?" "Well, yes and no." "What about the larger picture?" "You mean you and me?" "Yeah." "I haven't changed my feelings one bit. How about you?" "I feel stronger about the subject now...more than ever." "If that's the case then...maybe I'll see you in about a week." "I won't rest a minute until all that happens." "Bye, Eddie...I love you." "I wish I could say the same. But you know how things are." "Momma would flip if she knew what we were talking about." "I think you're right about that. Hope you can make it soon...and for God's sake, drive carefully...I don't want to lose any more members of this family." "Bye." "Bye." I hung up and looked at the expression of disappointment in Chad's face." "You're leaving?" "Yes, Chad...I feel I must." "Eddie?" "Yes." "Your dreams are finally gonna come true." "Let's just say there's a ray of hope." "What about us?" "Chad, there was really never any 'us'." "I could dream, couldn't I?" "Yes, but you see, we didn't love each other." "Speak for yourself." "What do you mean?" "I don't know...I kept having this strange feeling that I was falling in love with you and I didn't know what to do about it." "Oh Chad, please don't say that. All my life I've been searching for something and I knew all the while I could find it in my own back yard...if the time and conditions were just right." "And now they are?" "Yes." "When are you planning on leaving?" "Maybe tomorrow." "Will you still sleep with me tonight?" "Sure." "I wanna make love to you, one more time," "Come here, Chad...Let me hold you." Chad came to me and embraced me like the long goodbye I had always seen in the movies, when the guy left his girl and went off to the war to be killed. This was not the kiss I normally received in the bedroom in the heat of his passion. There was a message in this one, a "Don't Love Me" message. I felt a chill down my spine. I was about to change the direction of my life once again, disappointing someone else, while trying to capture my own happiness. I did not want Chad to say anything about loving me. I was afraid, because I might say the same thing back to him. After all, he had only been in my life less than a week, but if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be alive and ready to go back to Eddie. How do you repay someone for you life? People, who are the saviours, always say, "Oh, you don't owe me anything" while all the time thinking, "You owe me everything, you ungrateful bastard". Chad made no motion to go to the bedroom. He made no movements with his hand to explore my private parts. He just held me and romanced me. Was this a sign on respect? Was it a ploy to get me to stay? Or was he sincere? It was okay to find out, because my intention of leaving was final. "Judd, is there any way I can convince you to stay until Saturday?" "Why Saturday?" "Well, Kenny is coming Friday and I want you to meet him...mostly I wanted Kenny to meet the person who had changed my life...and also, I wouldn't be alone. I'm having a tough time trying to accept the fact that you just waltzed into my life and inside a week, you are whirlwinding right out." "Chad, please...let's don't get maudlin and say things we're not ready or we're not meant to say." "Like what?" "Oh, things like, 'I love you' and 'I don't think I can live without you'. We haven't known each other that long." "Judd, what if I could say them and mean them? Would that make a difference?" "It would surely make things more difficult." "I'm going to say one last thing before we go to bed and I don't want you to reply or say a word." "All right, I'll try." "Okay...Judd, I've thought about it all day at the beach. You have been on my mind all day. And after Eddie called tonight. I was sure...Judd...I DO love you and I want you to stay with me and us, build a life together. True, I've only known you a few days...but no one has ever captured the real me...the one I keep hidden from the world, the way you have. I am totally, deeply, madly in love with you." How often I had heard these words in the past few weeks, since I had been on the road. I had only ever wanted to hear them from Hal or Eddie...and now once again, I was being taunted, torn, and twisted in my feelings. With Chad, there would never be a Marie to come between us. He had even given up Sheila for me. He had no oil wells to offer...just himself...and if it weren't for Eddie's needing me...I might be able to love him and spend my life on THIS side of my hill. "All right, I'll stay and meet your brother, Kenny. But if he says he's in love with me...I'll have no option. I'll just have to get in the car with him and move to San Francisco." "Is that where you want to be buried? Because the only way you would ever leave me for him is if you were in a pine box." "Would you put a wreath of crepe myrtle on top?" "Yeah, and a vase of long stemmed red roses up your ass." "OK. Are you through with your oration?" "Yes." "Then, let's go to bed." Chad and I went into the bedroom and undressed down to our shorts and climbed into bed. We held each other all night and never once broke the mood by any indication of sex. This was strange for me and even stranger for him. Had I been mistaken. Did this beautiful specimen of an Adonis really love me? I lay awake all night pondering my decision for leaving. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> It was early Friday evening and I had gone to the local Shell station to have my car checked and tuned for the 3,000 mile trek I was to face tomorrow. By the time I returned to Chad's, there was a snazzy red Thunderbird convertible in the driveway with the top down. I entered the foyer, only to see the spitting image of a younger Chad, only with longer blonde hair and a much more muscular body. The eyes were identical. The kind you could dive in and free-fall for hours without ever reaching bottom. "You're Judd?" "Yeah, and you're Kenny?" "Righto. Chad's been telling me all about you." "And he's talked non-stop about you for the past 48 hours. I feel I already know you." "Same here." Chad came from the kitchen carrying two Blue Ribbons. The way he walked and talked, he must've down about six of them. He was almost drunk, "Hey, Judd. I see, you two, have already met." "Yeah...we're old friends by now." "Is Mexican all right for supper?" "Fine with me." "Me too." "Chad tells me that you work at a gym in San Francisco." "Yeah. I wanna get my license as a masseur." "Lot of call for that kind of work up there?" "Loads. And the tips are great." "Kenny, Judd has a long trip starting tomorrow, why don't you stretch him out and loosen him up." "Aw nah, Chad. Kenny's probably too tired from driving." "Not at all. It's a trip in relaxation driving down the coast on A1A. Why don't you go lie down on Chad's bed and let me see how tight your muscles are?" "Go ahead, Judd. Go with Kenny while I run down to the Burning Burrito and pick up some grub for us all." Chad picked up his car keys and went out the door. "Are you sober enough to drive?" "Hell yes...It's only two blocks down the street. I'll be back in no time at all." I worried about his driving inebriated, but it WAS only two short blocks. I turned and went into the bedroom removing my shirt as I went...leaving my trousers on.. "Oh, no. Let's get you completely loosened up. Slip off your jeans too." While I was taking off my trousers, Kenny had stripped down to a pair of white tennis shorts, revealing a massive array of pectoral muscles. He came out of the bathroom carrying two towels and a bottle of Johnson and Johnson's Baby Oil. "Pull back the covers and spread these towels out, so we don't get oil on the bed...Good. Now lie down on your stomach." I was not only willing, I was eager. Kenny poured a capful of oil in one palm and rubbed his hands together to warm them. He came over to my side and I felt a tingle from the touch of his strong young hands pressing on my upper back. "Oh, God, Kenny. That feels great." "Your back is all knotted up. What's got you so tense?" "I guess I'm dreading the long drive and I'm returning to a rather unpleasant situation." "Chad said something about you had a baby sitting job you were going back to." "Well, that's one way of looking at it," His hands glided firmly up and down my spine from my neck to my waist. I would like to take him home with me and stop about every 100 miles and get this treatment. The massage was strictly professional...no hanky panky. I suspected from Chad's upbringing, it would blow Kenny's mind if things got out of hand. This kid would flatten me at the least mention of "queer" talk. I didn't want to feel the force of a landing blow to my chin or midriff section. Was Chad testing me by leaving me in a rather precarious situation with his kid brother? Or was he hoping that I actually WOULD try something to gauge Kenny's reaction? I had an inkling he was planning on approaching the idea of male sex with his sibling. I only hoped that he would wait until I was on the road back to Tennessee. "Kenny. You massage women too?" "Lots of 'em...with fringe benefits." "Like what?" "All the pussy I can eat or fuck." That settled that problem in my mind. I would relax now and enjoy my therapeutic rub down. "Let me slide you underwear off, so I can dig into your buttocks." What was THIS? Had I come to the wrong conclusion? Or was I reading something into this that wasn't there? At any rate. off came the shorts and immediately I felt a hand squeezing deeply into each of my butt cheeks. It was fear of Kenny's consequences that kept me from getting aroused. I kept thinking how funny it would be in the newspapers."Brother Murders Same Person The Other Brother Saved." I would be dead. Kenny would be in prison. And Chad would be at the beach with his lifeguard buddies, teaching them about the techniques of blow jobs. No, I definitely would not let this kid give me a hard on. "You wanna roll over on your back and let me work on your thighs?" "Yeah, let me get a towel to cover my private parts." "That's not necessary...we're both men, aren't we?" "Well let's just say I have a case of old-fashioned Southern modesty and I'm not use to being on public display." "Okay...Suit yourself." I folded towel into a square foot section and placed it on my crotch before I turned over, purposely avoiding any nude revelation. Kenny started with my right foot and uses both thumbs to turn circles in my arch. This was wonderful.He took each of my toes and spiralled them before he began his ascent up my shin and knee. Upward he climbed as he kneaded my right thigh. I assumed it was an accident that his left hand kept touching my scrotum with each forward movement of his strokes. With each touch, I felt my body tense up. He became aware of my response and slid his left hand underneath my towel and tickled my balls. "Kootchy koo." he said laughing. "Don't worry Judd, I'm not going to crack your eggs. I can't help it if your balls hang so low. They get in my way," "Well, you're about two or three years younger than I...you'll have that problem soon...It comes with age." "Okay, just relax. I wanna work on you stomach and abs next." "You're very good at this, Kenny." "I know...Did you see my little red T-bird parked out front?" "Yeah." "Tips." "They tip you that much?" "Yeah...and a lot more." "I guess I'd better stop before I run up a bill I can't afford to pay." "Hush 'y'all', this is part of Southern California hospitality." It was then that I discovered that Chad had returned with dinner and was standing in the bedroom doorway looking at us. By the way he braced himself in the door frame, I knew he was drunker than I had earlier assessed. "I see you two have been busy while I was gone." "Yeah, Chad, You've got a very shy friend here." "He wasn't that shy before you got here, Kenny." "Hey, you two, I'm still IN the room. I didn't leave yet. You guys are talking about me as if I weren't here." "Why do you have that towel covering your crotch, Judd? Afraid you might show something to Kenny he's never seen before." "I KNOW I'm covering something he's never seen before." "Is Judd's cock hard, Kenny?" "Chad...stop that or I'll get up and put my clothes on." "Well, is it or isn't it, Kenny?" "I don't know. I haven't seen it." "Well, let me show it to you then." Chad staggered toward the bed and yanked the towel from my body like he had just uncovered a rabbit in a magic show. "Now, isn't that a nice piece of meat?" "Chad, why are you embarrassing Judd?...You're embarrassing me. too." "I just wanted to show you what has changed my life." "I don't understand, Big Brother." "THIS...THIS PIECE OF MEAT!! JUDD'S COCK!! It has changed my life completely in just one short week," Kenny stopped the massage and stepped back sizing up the situation, "Kenny, what would you say if I told you I had been sucking on this thing all week and I've been putting up my asshole?" "I'd say you're either drunk and making a spectacle out of yourself or you've gone stark raving mad." "Well, I'll admit I may have had a few too many beers and I AM mad. I've fallen MADLY in love with a Tennessee hillbilly." "Chad! Have you gone queer?" Chad shook his finger at Kenny to shush him. "No...I've become 'different'." Once more I tried to stop his drunkenness. "Chad, come on, you don't know what you're saying...Let's go eat supper." "No, there's plenty for me to eat, right here." he slurred as he reached down to grab at my crotch, Kenny shifted his focus to me. "Judd, has something been going on between you, two?" The moment of truth...how could I answer that question? "Tell him!" Chad yelled. "Tell him how you came into my life and made me 'different...and once you were through casting your spells on me...you planned to leave me...all alone...with no one or nothing to love!!! Tell him how we've laid in that bed together for a week and sucked and fucked each other every which way you can dream of...TELL HIM!...Tell him how I've fallen in love with you and I'm not GOOD enough for you...You have to run off and marry your own brother-in-law...TELL HIM...I want you to tell Kenny everything...if you're man enough!!" Kenny looked at me. "Is any of what he's saying, true?" "Basically, but not in the way he described it." "You and Chad have been having male sex together?" Chad had moved over to the bed and lay down in a fetal position as the adrenalin from the screaming had made him weak and woozy. As he curled his body, without thinking he had put his thumb in his mouth. I looked over at him. "Chad, you lie there and rest. I want to take Kenny in the living room and talk to him." Chad managed one more, "Just tell him everything", before his eyes closed and he gave in to the stupor. Kenny and I went into the next room closing the door behind us, letting Chad begin the first stages of a long sleep. "Judd, I want you to honor Chad's request. I want you to tell me everything...I need to know." I didn't know how far to digress my story. So I began by telling him my arrival at the beach before going wading. I tried to describe everything in clear verbage without resorting to vulgar words. I didn't want to paint a sordid picture of the events for this kid, who apparently had idolized his big brother all these years... the way I had looked up to Hal. I related what led up to our first sexual experiment and the events which followed..,leading up to the phone call to Eddie, "So Chad thinks he's in love with you now?" "He says he is." "And what about you? Do you love him?" "I could, Kenny, but I won't let myself go that far...I have a love waiting for me, back home. and I think we have a chance to make a go of it, now." "And you were just going to drive off and leave Chad...in the lurch?" "No, that's why I wanted to stay until you got here to be with him. I didn't want him to be alone," "Well, thanks for that, any way." "Kenny, you have the most handsome, wonderful, thoughtful, caring brother in the whole wide world," "I know." "And don't take this the wrong way...he's sexy too." "I know that too....Do you think he enjoyed the man sex." "He took to it like a goldfish in a fresh new bowl of water." "I should hate you, Judd, but I don't." "Thanks...but I can't take all the blame." "I just wonder how many there were before you?" "You mean, guys?" "Yes." "I'm his first and only." "I hope you're right." "Believe me, I know." "Would it shock you if I told you I was jealous or even envious of you?" This was the shocker of the day...coming from Kenny's mouth." "Why for God's sake?" "He's in love with you...and he's had sex with you." "Kenny, are you trying to say something to me...?" "I'm trying to say I've been in love with my brother, my whole life and couldn't get close to him for all the girls he wanted to fuck!!" "You wanted your brother sexually?" "I've practically rubbed calluses on the top of my dick beating off...thinking about him...and I could never let on about my queer feelings for him." "Kenny, have you had sex with guys, before?" "You've gotta be kidding...How do you think I bought my T-bird? Men run after me all the time for sex...I'm good at it...and make big bucks doing it." "And Chad has no idea?" "No way...he thinks I like pussy as much as he does." "I'm shaking my head, not believing what I'm hearing. "Judd, let me ask you a serious question." "Shoot." "Since Chad has sorta changed this week with you...do you think I stand a chance with him, now?" "Kenny, you stand more of I chance with him than I ever did. He loves you as a brother and if you both had the same ideas about sex...who knows what would happen? But I think the odds are in your favor, right now." "You honestly mean that?" "I'm almost positive." I could see a ray of hope in his innocent eyes. "Kenny...I have an idea and a plan...Now don't say anything until you're heard me through. Chad is drunk. He's probably asleep right now and he's gonna sleep all night and then wake up with one hell of a hangover...Now hear me out...My bags are all packed. My car is tubed and lubed and pointing east. I think I will leave right now and you go into the bedroom and hold Chad. Get to know the feel of him in your arms. Caress him. Love him...I'm not talking sexually unless it happens. Let him wake up in your arms and let him know how you feel about him. I've heard magic happens at night in the city of Angels...and he's my angel." "Do you think I really should?" "You've got everything to gain..." "And nothing to lose?" "You got it." "Judd, you really are a very special person...no wonder Chad fell in love with you." "Don't say any more before you get me excited and I decide to take you right here on the couch." "Got any money?...I'm kidding..." "I know...Let me get my stuff and you go on in there." I picked up my gear and headed toward the door. Kenny ran to me and hugged me. He kissed mo on the lips lightly. "Thank you." "You're welcome...now go find your love." Kenny didn't even wait for me to exit. He went toward the bedroom door, slid out of his tennis shorts and bared his backside to me. When he turned back to smile, I noticed his crotch and believe me, what Chad had, was proof that it ran in the family. Kenny was already erect as he opened the door and lay on the bed, naked, by his brother. I felt warm inside. I felt Hal had seen what had just happened and I was pleased with myself. I went out to my truck, unfolded my map and gave it a good scan, started up the engine and drove away...hoping I would have the same welcome when I got home. <><><><><><><><><><> (to be continued)---The Return to the Hill...