Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 00:08:26 EST From: Ritch Christopher Subject: GayMale/Incest/just-beyond-that-hill-3 Unlike "that-was-then" found in GayMale/HighSchool at Nifty, which is fiction based on fact...this story is totally fictional except locale and dated events and descriptions. It contains graphic sex and explicit language...as usual if you are underage and/or offended by such please exit now. All rights reserved. Copyright held by Ritch Christopher. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> just-beyond-that-hill-3-EDDIE: Marie was too naive to believe I could ever have an ulterior motive by my being so mannerly to Eddie. She did recognize that fact that I was quite taken by him, perhaps as a Big Brother to replace my loss of Hal. She also knew, that if he turned out to be the "one", a little influence from me might make Momma's and Dad's acceptance of him a little easier. She was smitten by him...but what she didn't know was that I was too. She even rewarded me by saying that as long as Dad worked in Oak Ridge, she would move into Momma's room and let me have our bedroom all to myself. This in itself was a luxury. That Sunday night after "Jack Benny" and "Stop the Music" with Bert Parks...Momma read her Bible until it was time for "Billy Graham". I was not in the mood to hear about my going to hell tonight, so I told her that I had to get up early and repair the brooder for the new chick hatching. I had reached the point that I dreaded Billy Graham's sermons more than the idea of the lake of fire I was suppose to swim in for all eternity. I had a little wooden box Philco radio in our room that worked as long as the tubes didn't get too hot...On a cloudy night, you might be lucky enough to pick up a country station beaming from Nashville. I didn't really care for country music, but Hank Williams and Ernest Tubb were a great substitution for, "Shall We Gather At The River." It's funny but every time I heard that hymn, all I could think of was Henry Fonda and Jane Darwell trying to drive to California in their old pickup in "The Grapes Of Wrath". I thought about Hal and his recent plight to California and hoped he hadn't encountered any of the problems the Joad Family had. But that wasn't all I was thinking about... As soon as I went to bed. I chose to sleep in the nude, to celebrate my new privacy. As soon as I switched off the light socket and lay down, my mind was racing with the imagery of Eddie. It would be great to have him in the family. I would have a new brother to look up to, until my love, my Hal, came home. I wondered if Eddie knew about jerking off? He was in his early twenties...surely someone had showed him. I wonder who?....also how much had that someone showed him? Did he know about sucking? Had Marie ever seen him naked...No way...but still, Louise had hinted that Marie had been spending the nights at Eddie's in secret. Had she seen what he had between his legs? Had she touched it? I wonder how big it is? Had he ever touched another guy? I began to fantasize about that idea...and I pretended that the guy he had touched was me. My penis became rock hard as I pondered these things. The only person I had ever fantasized about as I beat off, was Hal...but Eddie was equally exciting. I thought about taking him in my mouth and he would take me in his mouth. Would this ever happen? No...of course not, but as the pop song goes, "I Can Dream, Can't I?". This new sexual arousal was too much for me...about twenty strokes and I was already cumming...the strange this was...after I came...I wouldn't or couldn't go down...so I had to masturbate again, changing the locale of the fantasy...maybe we were at the drive in or he and I were skinny dipping. Two final thoughts crept into my head before I went to sleep...one, I sure was going to enjoy having my "own" room...and two...I had to make sure Marie married Eddie. I would do all in my power to make this come to pass. <><><><><><><><><>><><><><> Summer was over and I was about to embark on my junior year of high school. It seems that Bobby and Chuck, by not "joining up", had both been drafted and were sent down south to Fort Benning, somewhere in Georgia, I think. I overheard their mothers talking at church and they were both worried to death, because they had learned that most of the draftees from there, were sent to some place called Korea. No one even knew where that was, so it couldn't be that bad. This gave them the right to hang a star on a little flag in their windows, as Momma had done, to show that their sons were in service to the country. I don't know why Momma had put one in our window, we lived so far back in the sticks, no one would see it except her, me, Marie, and Eddie, who had been coming by on frequent visitations, to my glee. Marie and Eddie were dating each other exclusively and looked as if they were getting serious. The head of my penis stayed sore and rubbed raw, just thinking about him every night. He was driving me crazy. I could have written a large book filling it with the different places and ways we had sex in my fantasies. He still didn't have a clue, nor had he encouraged me any. One night around the first week in December, my hopes shot up like a Christmas rocket, when he asked if he could talk to me privately in my bedroom. All he had to do was just say the word, and I would have him undressed and playing with his cock, as I dreamt every night. When we got into my bedroom, he told me to close the door. "Now, this is just between you and me, OK?" Anything between him and me was OK. "Eddie, you can always trust me...what's the big secret?". I was getting an erection in perpetual anticipation. "Think Marie will like it?". He had pulled out a purple ring box, containing a diamond engagement ring. The stone was small but the thought was there. "She's crazy if she don't." "I'm gonna give it to her Christmas Eve...Do you think she will marry me?" "If she won't, I will." "You clown...do you think she'll say yes?" "I'll make her say yes!...This is like a dream come true for me." "Why's that?" "When Hal went to the Navy and you started coming by to see Marie, I had hoped maybe you would be my new brother. I liked you the first time I saw you." "I never had a brother or a sister, and you would be just the brother I would have wanted." "Welcome to the family, Big Brother." I said as I went over to give him a big hug. I held him close, as I would have Hal. I was hoping he could feel my erection pressing against his crotch. I wanted him to wonder why he had gotten me excited. I'm pretty sure he became aware of it, because he suddenly pulled back, ending the embrace. "Now, ssh...you mustn't breathe a word about this...to anyone...not until I ask her...Do you think your parents will object?" "Heck, no! Momma's been trying to get her married off for years...I'm just sorry you had to be the miserable soul to be it." I joked. "I'm gonna enjoy having you for a little brother...we'll have lots of good times together." I only wish he meant that in the way I was thinking. Christmas eve came...Marie said "Yes". Momma cried. Dad looked pleasantly relieved. I was excited, both emotionally and physically, nightly...but a May wedding was planned. Eddie was over at the house every night now. He helped me with the chores on the weekends. Nothing happened between us, except I got to be with him more and more. He trusted me. Marie was so pleased with the brotherly bond he and I had struck up. I had written Hal about the news and he was going to try to get a furlough to come home for the nuptials. Hal kept his letters very straight-forward and brother, because he knew that Momma and maybe, Dad, would want to read them. My letters to him were all gushy...telling him about the plans I would make for our "marriage" when he was discharged. He wrote about the ship he was on. He couldn't say where he was, but he hinted he would be on sea, where Bobby and Chuck were, on the land. I had to look at an Atlas and find out just where Korea was. It was only two weeks apart that Bobby's and Chuck's parents were notified they had been killed in the line of duty, guarding something called the 38th Parallel. Their bodies would be shipped home together and a double military funeral was planned at the church. I cried when I heard the news. Instantly, I wondered if this was God's way of punishing them for having sex with each other...and Hal...and me. I remembered one of the last lines from the movie, "Gone With The Wind"..."I won't think that now, I'll think about that tomorrow." Did God punish guys for playing around with each other? There was no one to ask. I could write and ask Hal, but he wouldn't know either. I mean, he was more inexperienced than I was. The idea arose that I might ask Eddie about it, but I was afraid he might get suspicious if I tried to incriminate myself. He MUSTN'T know about me...not just yet, any way. The day of the funeral, the whole county turned out,,,they were the first two heroes of that war. Since the army was in charge, no one got to view the bodies, not even their mothers. I didn't shed a tear until we got to the cemetery. I remembered how wonderful their young bodies had been that afternoon at the pond. I remember going down on Chuck and Bobby going down on me. I wondered how serious their relationship had gone? Had they learned to love each other? Had they made plans to live together when they got out of the army. I looked at the flag-draped caskets and hoped they had known the same kind of love that Hal and I had known. I just thanked God that Hal was on a ship and not involved in ground fighting, as they had been. A country as small, impoverished, and unintelligent as Korea (I has found it on the map) was...they would have the capabilities to attack a U.S.Navy destroyer. I was satisfied that Hal was safe on that big boat. Momma went over to Chuck's mother's for a prayer vigil and to cook supper for them, after the service. I wanted to be left in thought, so I decided to walk the long way home. Eddie took Marie home in this car. Walking home was mournful, especially when I passed the swimming hole and re-lived that afternoon. I only had a half mile to go. I could see Eddie's car still parked in front of the house. I didn't give much thought about supper. I wasn't hungry and I knew that Marie wouldn't cook. I hoped Eddie could, or he would die of malnutrition the first year of their marriage. When I entered the house, it seemed empty. Eddie and Marie were no where in sight. Then I heard voices coming from my room. I tiptoed to get a better chance to see what they were saying. The door was ajar three or four inches. I could see the mirror on the dresser, through the cracked opening. In the mirror, which revealed the other side of the room which housed Marie's bed, I saw a very naked Marie lying on top of the covers with a very, very naked Eddie lying on top of her. I couldn't see his dick for he had it planted inside her mound of curly black pubic hairs. He was fucking her and fucking her hard, Since I had never done this to anyone, nor had I ever seen anyone do it, I just stood there quietly and gaped. This was an audio-visual education in the buff. Marie had these huge breasts, with large reddish brown nipples and rings around them. Eddie had one in each hand...squeezing them each time he thrust himself inside her. He leaned over, kissed them one at a time and sucked on them. Marie was making this Oh-Oh-Oh sound in a soprano voice each time he entered her cavity a little deeper. They were too busy and involved to even be aware of me, standing in the hall watching a "porno" mirror. Suddenly, Eddie made an announcement..."I'm gonna cum...I'M gonna cum...I'M GONNA cum...I'M GONNA CUM!!". and he pulled out and started to finish himself off by hand. That's when I caught the first glimpse I had ever had of my dream organ. It didn't disappoint. It was as perfect as the rest of his body. It was smooth, circumcised, no veins in sight, with a perfectly shaped bell=head. He was jerking it with vigor as Marie reached up and grabbed it, replacing his hand and stroke, with her own. He raised his head back to cry out in ecstasy and began to erupt the white lava, as Marie lifted her head to take the shooting rod into her mouth. The sight of this had overpowered my entire mind and body. I was so excited that I shot a load in my white briefs, without ever having to touch myself once. In one quick moment, Marie had experienced all that I had dreamt about for months. I envied her...and I hated her...it just wasn't fair...I had waited a long time for him...but she was a girl...a "girl" is what he wanted...a "girl" could please him...not a guy,,,not me...like heck I couldn't...Oh God, if I only had the chance...I could make him forget Marie in one night...I was sure of it. Once again, I tiptoed down the hall, this time toward the bathroom to clean myself up. I took off my Sunday trousers I had worn to the funeral and my cum-stained shorts. I decided to wash them in the lavatory. I still had on my shirt and tie, but was naked from the waist down, Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and in hurried the very, very, naked Eddie. He had come to pee. When he saw me, he blushed. A wave of embarrassment poured down his body as if a can of red paint were streaming down covering his torso, hips, legs and feet. I swear, even his cock was red with shame. "Judd...what?...uh...how?...did you?...were you?..." "No, I just came into wash out my shorts. I had a little accident of wet gas and I was trying to get the stain out of them." "Judd...Marie and I were...well...I...I mean, Marie..." "It's OK Eddie...I told you that you could trust me...I won't tell and there's no reason for Marie to know that I know anything..." "If you'll excuse me. I really do have to pee." "Just shut the door and don't let on that I'm in here." He was aware that I was surveying every inch of his body cock. My cockhead was still covered in semen from my real "accident". I was also aware he was staring and wondering about that. "What happened?...Did you?...How did you get that...?" He wanted to ask, but the words wouldn't come. "This happens sometimes...it's all a part of growing up is what Hal told me...You wanna wash yourself off in the lavatory?". I asked him. He walked over to the small sink beside me. My hands were fully lathered from the suds I was trying to wash my shorts. "Here, let me put some of these soap suds on you...no reason for them to go to waste." Without giving him a chance to refuse. I grabbed his cock and covered it with white lather, I even pulled his small foreskin back to soap it too. It proved one thing...Eddie was human, No one could have this done to them without getting a hardon. Up sprang his seven and a half inches. right on cue...but this time, it was in MY hand. "Oh, God, Judd, what are you doing?...But don't stop!!" I had him where I had wanted him since last fall...naked, in my house, and alone with me...and the best part, I was doing things to him. I didn't know how far this little venture would lead, but I was going to make it last as long as I could. I would be brave and see how far he would let me go. He began to moan as my hand slid up and down his shaft. I cautioned him with a silent "sshh". He nodded as if he understood, but made no movement to stop me...He wanted more...and MORE is what I was gonna give him. He showed no sign of shame, now, neither in his nakedness nor the overtness of my action. He even displayed a pleasure, by putting one arm around my neck. The closer he came to his orgasm, the closer he pulled my head near him, until he had buried his face between my neck and shoulder. He was breathing hard and excitedly as his hot air was pounding into my chest. I took advantage of the privileges he was affording me, by cupping his scrotum with my free hand, beginning a squeezing motion to match the rhythm of my other hand's stroking. At eh moment I didn't consider what consequence or recourse this might bring after he climaxed. There was only NOW...not later, to think about and enjoy, I even reached lower with my cupping hand to find the tiny spot between his legs where everything joined...balls, thighs, and asscrack. I massaged this area, giving him a thrill he had not known before. Only a few minutes passed before I felt the cool soapsuds, being mixed with the warmth of his spurting body fluid, in my hand. He wanted to cry out in satisfaction with his accomplishment, but I took my left hand and lightly placed it over his mouth, so as not to send a signal to Marie that her fiance was in the bathroom with her younger brother. When his labored breathing had subsided, I looked him in the face for the first time, since I had begun my bravura. I cringed at idea he might retaliate with anger and beat me to a pulp. His brow was covered with perspiration and there were tears welling in his eyes, masking a quizzical stare. I didn't want to be intimidated with what I was expecting, so before he could say a word, I leaned quickly over to him a placed my lips on his. His first reaction was to push me away. I had gone too far. But I refused to unlock my mouth on his. I thought, what the heck, I've, apparently ruined our friendship and perhaps even put a division in out family, I might as well proceed and get as much enjoyment out of this, that I could. On a count of about "five", he relaxed and let me continue the oral affection. I couldn't stop now. My nervous energy kept pushing me forward. I pressed my tongue between his lips and tried to force them apart. I succeeded. He let me enter and explore his fast and hot-breathing cavity. I pushed my tongue against his and he responded in like manner. In a matter of seconds, it was impossible to tell who was kissing whom, as he had slowly put his arms around my back and drew me next to his sweaty body. His hands began an exploration up and down my spine, cupping my ass cheeks, a movement I'm sure, he had bestowed on many girlfriends, including Marie. Had he forgotten I was naked from the waist down? He was pulling my eager crotch and meshing it into his. The first thought of reality hit when I wondered if this was the meaning of "adultery"? No, that's when a "married" person goes to bed with another partner. Since he and Marie weren't married yet, Billy Graham must have another word for this...pre-marital adultery, perhaps? Either way, it must have been a sin. As I had separated myself from the antiquated morals of the Baptist Church, I was convinced I had reserved my front row seat in hell, by now. Oh well, I was still young. There would always be time to confess and get things right with God...however...Chuck and Bobby were just two years older than I...and they had already paid with their lives. I erased these ideas by saying to myself, "Standing here. half-naked, making love to my future brother-in-law was neither the time nor place to repent. I decided to stop everything and wait for Eddie's condemnation. I would deal with God's later. We backed apart about two feet and stood silently, looking at each other, expressionless...what would or could I say...or more fearfully, what would or could he say? Finally he broke the smothering tension..."What happened?" "I don't know, Eddie...I should be sorry...but I'm not." I paused. "The funeral had me so "down". I was grieving for Bobby and Chuck...I miss Hal, so much...I just needed someone to hold...someone to express my sorrow and release all these emotions I had built up...I guess I'm sorry your were my "victim"...Eddie, I am so damned lonely." "I think I understand...come here, little guy, let me hold you. Cry, if you want, but just let it go." I went back into his arms and he comforted me as a mother would, a child. This time when our penises touched, I didn't get excited...nor did he. This was a tender embrace...the kind he thought I needed. I seemed to melt into him. My forehead was near his mouth and he kissed it gently. "You've been through so much...You became the man of the house so young and no one ever acknowledged that deep inside you were still a little boy. No one would let that surface." This was the first time I had felt "safe", since Hal had left for the navy. All at once, I loved Eddie, as I did Hal, This might have been a one-time episode, but I was sure I would remember this moment for the rest of my life. It was time to come back to earth...return to the present of "who" and "where" we were...There could be no answers to "how" and "why". "Judd are you OK, now?...I've got to get back to Marie, before she suspects something." "I'm fine, Eddie. I needed this moment...I needed someone like you...I needed you." "I'm going to be here for you, for a long time. I don't understand anything that just happened. I don't have time to decipher that now. There'll be plenty of time to sort all this out later." "That's fine with me...I take full responsibility for me actions. None of it was your fault. It was something that has been building up in me for a long while...I just don't want you to turn against me...I don't want you to hold a grudge or be mad at me." "I'm not mad...when I go home, I'll think this through. There has been no damage done to our friendship...believe me, little buddy." "I'll try." He left me in the bathroom, alone. I looked at myself in the mirror and broke into tears. I hid my wet shorts underneath a pile of towels, put back on my trousers, slipped quietly down the hall and out the front door. I re-opened it and let the screen door slam." "Marie!...Eddie!...Where are you?...Is anybody home?... "We're in here...in the bedroom, Judd," Eddie called, "Marie wanted to stop by and get some fresh clothes...We're going over to Bobby's house to be with his mother." All was safe...we had not been caught...at least, this time. My solo bedroom action increased nightly after this. I was in love, or so I thought...and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it except lie in my bed at night, and dream. <><><><><><><><><><><><> Since Eddie had no brothers, nor a best friend to speak of...he asked me to be his best man. There was a big todo at the church. Momma had made herself a new dress. She had spent hours on Marie's wedding dress, even tatting lace with her little plastic shuttle to make the gown look "store-bought". We hadn't heard from Hal in almost three weeks. He had planned on being there for the wedding. His absence produced a dark hover over the ceremony. It was unlike Hal to not contact us...something must be wrong or they were on some secret naval maneuver he couldn't write us about. The reception was held in the BYPU meeting room at the church. Momma had made a big four tier cake. Dad was parading about the room as if here had one first prize at the county fair. Louise was maid of honor. It was only fair, since she had played a big part in Marie's cover-up. If Momma had known that Marie had slept with Eddie before they got married, she would never had sewn the dress out of white satin. She would have made it bright red...or put a big "A" on it like Hester in "The Scarlet Letter", we had had to read in sophomore English. Eddie had reserved a room for them at Gatlinburg, Tenn. for a honeymoon. I had been the innocent dutiful little brother...seeing to all the physical plans of the wedding, including distributing the rice and tying the traditional cans to Eddie's back bumper. As they got into the car to make their grand exit, Marie gave me a big sisterly hug, and thanked me. Eddie followed suit with a big bear hug, but holding me long enough, to whisper into my ear, "I love you, little brother." I hugged him tighter after he said that. I couldn't help myself, I even thrust my pelvis into his...in front of God and all His parishioners. I ran after the car as they left, waving and throwing rice. It was getting to be a habit, standing there watching all the people in my life, leave me and drive off just beyond that hill. The food that was left over, Momma gave away. We packed all the dirty dishes in Dad's car and headed home to the farm. We turned down our dirt road, passing the swimming hole and as we approached the house, there was an unfamiliar car parked in front. It looked like two men were inside. Dad and Momma got out at the same time the two strangers did. I told Dad, I would park the car around the back of the house, since I had just got my license. I parked and walked around the side house. As I turned the corner, I heard Momma scream, "Oh my Lord...NO...NO...NO". I ran toward her but Dad was blocking my view. He was trying to restrain her and I couldn't see her face. Dad was holding her tightly as she wept. One of the men looked at me and asked, "Are you Judd?" "Yes", I replied cautiously. "I'm sorry, son, but I had to bring some bad news to your folks." "What kind of news?" "Son, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your brother's ship was attacked by North Koreans, and 109 sailors were lost...your brother, Hal, was one of them." So THIS is how God would punish me!!! Hal's death was all MY fault. I would never had sex again, as long as I lived. I would never touch myself or have a dirty fantasy. It wasn't fair...Why should Hal be killed for the sins I had committed? I hated everything and everyone. I would never go to church again. I didn't want to worship a vengeful God. Then my thoughts returned to Hal...Had he suffered? Did he die instantly? Was he thinking about me...and the farm...? These were questions never to be answered. I ran down the road to the place we had said goodbye. I fell to the ground and wept. I didn't raise my head until night had fallen. My Hal, my brother, my love...the triumvirate...all gone. I was alone...completely alone. It would be two weeks before they shipped Hal's body home. I did what I could to comfort Momma. Dad never showed his emotions. He was hard to read his face to know what he was thinking. There were no phones to contact Marie and Eddie, since their honeymoon cabin was somewhere in the Smoky Mountains. They didn't even know about Hal, until they returned home, a week later. I spent a lot of my time hiding in one of the stalls in the barn. What would Momma and Dad do, if they knew I was responsible for Hal's death. I was scared. Hurt...angry...but mostly scared. I didn't think of suicide because I wasn't looking forward to spending all of eternity, burning in hell. I didn't want to live...but I didn't want to die, either...not just now. As I sat in the barn, I looked about at the chores I hadn't done since the "news". There were four or five eggs in each nest I hadn't bother to gather. The chickens needed feed and fresh water. I didn't even hear the barn door creak when it opened. I was lying on a pile of hay, on my stomach. My head was buried in my arms folded under my face. I heard the hay rustle as someone came and knelt beside me. I didn't know who it was until Eddie spoke... "You OK, little brother?" he asked so quietly. I didn't respond. I just stayed there in my prone position. He tried to turn me over. I did not want to look at him. It was my lust for him that had caused me to lose the love of my life. "Leave me alone, Eddie,...please...it's all my fault...Hal is dead because of me." "No, no, no, little guy, you can't say that...You had nothing to do with Hal's death." "God saw me with Hal. He knew what we did together...He saw you and me together and this is His way of punishing me for my sins." "Judd...Judd...that's not true. God's not like that. He doesn't punish other people for the sins we commit. You loved Hal. Hal loved you. God recognizes love...no matter who it's between. You can't be punished for loving...hate, maybe, but not love." "Eddie...you don't know...you don't understand...I just didn't love Hal...I LOVED him...the way you and Marie love each other." "I'm no Bible scholar...but I know men can sometimes love each other and God says it's OK...Remember David and Jonathan?...They loved each other and God blessed them for it...and David wrote a whole book of Psalms praising God, even after Jonathan's death." Eddie's words were comforting but not convincing. I wiped my eyes and face and for the first time was able to look at him. "Come on, little fellow, you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders...you're blaming yourself for no reason." "I wish I could believe you." "You can...haven't I told you that you can trust me?" "Yes." "Well, you can." He sat down to embrace me. "Hold me, Judd. I'm here for you...I told you I would be here for you, for a long time...Hold me...Know that I'm here." I melted in his arms and cried long and hard. He stroked the back of my head. He wrapped his arms around my head and gave me several small kisses on my forehead, "My poor little guy. I wish I had been here the whole week for you...but I'm here now...Stay and hold me as long as you like." He raised my chin with his hand and brushed his lips on mine. This frightened me...was God watching me now? Still, if a kiss was only a way of expressing love...and I DID love Eddie, in some way...a friend, a brother, a brother-in-law...then maybe kissing was NOT a sin. I relaxed and pressed my lips tighter and closer to his. Without unlocking our lips, he laid me back on the hay and stretched out his body, partially laying on top of me. He raised the level of our passion by sliding his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me harder, then raised his head and looked into my eyes. "Maybe this isn't the time to say this...but after we had that incident in the bathroom, I went home and thought about it all night. I'm a man...you're a man...men don't do sexual things to each other. I tossed and turned, but I couldn't get you out of my mind. I finally jerked off, re-creating in a fantasy what we had done earlier. I've never done anything like that with a guy before. I never had feelings for another man...but there was something about the beauty of your innocence that made it seem all right. I don't know if I was seeing the resemblance of Marie, while looking in your eyes...but something strange occurred in Gatlinburg this week. One night, when I was making love to Marie, I looked at her face and it had disappeared. Your face was there, instead. Judd, I was making love to you. I don't know what's happening to me...but you're in my every thought...you're in my reverie when I'm making love to my wife. You're not effeminate...I don't think of you as a woman...I think of you as something or someone I want to love...I don't know where this is going to lead or where it will all end...but I find that, without any encouragement, I have fallen in love with you...a man...my new brother." My first thought was...now, I'm a seductress, I'm as bad as Eve, offering Adam the fruit. He was putting HIS soul in jeopardy. Maybe if we both died, we could spend eternity together...I wouldn't think of that now. "Judd, can I have you?...Can I make love to you?" I couldn't speak I just slowly nodded my head in agreement, as I felt him reach below and unzipped my pants. He placed his hand inside in search of my manhood. I submitted. A great chill of fear ran through my body as he put my cock in his mouth. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> (to be continued) just-beyond-the-hill-4 If you are enjoying this, I have another complete story at Nifty, posted in the High School section, entitled "that-was-then". Your comments have been most encouraging as I continue Judd's drama.