Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2000 21:39:18 GMT From: Jason Everett Subject: Love, Plain and Simple Love, Plain and Simple Note from the Author: Hi Everyone! It's jay here, author of several other stories in the Nifty Archive. If your underage, don't like this kinda stuff, or are not permitted by law to view this document, then DON'T READ FURTHER! By the way...If you like this particular story, don't like this particular story, or want to see the characters again or don't want to see a character again, e-mail me @ Tuxedomask1083@hotmail.com. Enjoy the story! Jay :) Chapter 1: Cousins, Soul mates, Lovers David The ceremony went as well as it could have. It's pretty damn hard to have a good wedding when you have crazy relatives swamping you, and you're not the one getting married. I guess the worst part for me was when I had to endure the entire reception staring at my hot-as-hell cousin. He was standing at a table all the way across the hall, but I could still make out the slight dimples on his cheeks when he smiled. Ahh, that smile. It melted my heart each time I saw it. But, he was straight. No, I knew it. He brought his damn girl friend to every family function, you'd think the two had already bunked up together. It was weird though, he was only 17. His girlfriend, Amy, was ugly as hell. I don't know, it seems that every hot guy has to have a butt-ugly chick slung over his shoulder. It's like the two of them balance out the beauty. She's ugly as sin, but smart. He's drop-dead gorgeous, but stupid as fuck. That's how normal teenage relationship dynamics are. Not Bruce and Amy's...hell no. Bruce was about 5'11", and had very, very sexy ice blue eyes. His light brown hair was cut short, combed forward, and gelled to give a knee-weakening wet look. His bangs clung to his forehead, and his strong eyebrows accentuated his chiseled, adorable features. He always dressed naturally. That is to say, he didn't dress in any particular fashion. That particular night of the wedding, he wore a tight black T-shirt covered by a green and black checkered over shirt. He wore dark green cargo shorts which fell just below the tops of his shins. An eye-catching hemp choker hugged his strong neck, while two glittering chains hung from his belt hook and disappeared into his large back pocket. An equally brilliant silver ring clung to his dark left eyebrow. He was the epitome of everything I wanted to be. From the amazingly complimentary outfit to his mind blowing beauty, he had everything I wished to possess. But most of all, I wished to express my true feelings for him. I wanted, every moment I saw him, to walk over and plant my lips upon his. I wanted to run my fingers over every inch of his body and explore every facet of his mouth with my tongue. I wanted him. I was in love with him. But, it could never be, all because of Amy. Amy was a different story unto itself. She was about 4'11", and had the most unattractive features I had ever seen. Her eyes seemed exaggerated and puffy: they always looked about to spill over with tears. Her nose was large and was broken twice, the telltale cartilage protruded from the slope of her nose. Her hair was stringy and often pulled back into a sickening set of pigtails. She looked like a bad stunt double for Britney Spears. It was funny to see her walk next to Bruce at parties and funerals, she in her 'bubble gum rock' pink paten leather jacket and olive green skirt, her face caked with makeup which did not help to hide her lack of attractiveness. If only Bruce would open his eyes and realize his girlfriend was a poseur, fake and proud. It made my stomach turn. The DJ made an announcement over the hubbub of the perpetually chit chatting relatives and friends. My cousin Laurel and her new husband Mike waltzed through the door of the hall, both enrapt in a passionate gaze into the other's eyes. Bruce stood up and applauded first, and soon after the entire hall was echoing with the salutations for the newlywed couple. I was happy for Laurel. She always looked after me as a kid when my mother died. She would engage me in rousing conversations about love and relationships. That was about three years ago when I was 13. Since then, a lot had changed. She was the only family member I ever told about me being gay. I always looked up to her, and she always helped me when I had a problem with a boyfriend. She looked so happy. I wanted to be that happy. With Bruce. I turned the knob for the hot water off, and pulled the shower curtain away, some of the heavy steam fluttered by. I wiped the fog away from the mirror over the sink, and peered much deeper into myself than I had intended. I didn't recognize who stared back at me. It was like a distant dream, being in love. I had a perpetual smile, everything I did had more meaning. I grabbed the fluffy maroon towel from the closet and dried my hair. I plopped the towel back onto the sink, and decided to finish my soul searching session. I looked at the boy who was a member of a different dimension, one where there was no worries. He looked like me, same dark brown hair combed forward to mimic my cousin's. Same cute face, slightly scarred by the continual bitchiness of acne. Same small shoulders and slightly defined chest and stomach. Same trimmed brown pubic bush which was barely manageable. And, the same 9 inch penis which had befriended me since the day masturbation had become a daily routine. I liked myself, how I looked, acted, treated my body. But I didn't love it. I was no Bruce by my standards. When it had occurred to me that a half an hour had passed as I stared upon myself, I walked out of the bathroom door and down the empty hall to my bedroom. My cock had stiffened now, and since the house was empty, I decided to appease it's lust for an orgasm. I positioned my back against the wall while I sat on my bed, and reached down to grab my throbbing penis. It's red/ purple head swelled and the shaft continued to grow in my hand. I slipped my palm across the sensitive knot of nerves which nestled in a knob beneath my circumcision scar. I repeated this process and when I grew tired, I switched hands and pleasured my prick with my rarely used left hand. The index and middle fingers of my right hands massaged the opening to my anal cavity. I could feel the band of flesh pulsate as my other hand drew my awaiting penis to a climax. I slipped the two fingers in to the hilt, my Hyman adjusting to the two intruders. I timed my strokes to match my moving fingers, and when I felt an orgasm near, the door to my room opened abruptly. It was Bruce. I froze in my seated position, left hand sealed on my shaft, my fingers still within my ass. He froze, and his jaw dropped. He was alone, thank God, but he shook his head and snapped out of the state of shock first. I noticed a large duffel bag over his shoulder, and I snapped out of my trance. I stood up and stuttering, apologized for the catastrophic scene. "Bruce! Look, man. I'm sorry you had to see that--" he cut me off before I could finish. "Hey, cuz, It's cool. I should be the one apologizing. By all means, finish. I know how it feels to be interrupted right before an orgasm. I'll bother you after you're done." He smiled, and plopped the duffel bag down on the opposite end of the room. I stood perfectly still, my raging boner still at full mast. "You don't mind?" I asked, surprised. "Why would I? It's not like I don't jerk off." He sat down next to his bag, and positioned himself so he could see where I had previously been perfectly. "Ok." I said as I sat back down and began to stroke again. I was still close and in a few movements, an eruption of semen flew from the slit in my head onto my belly. "Here." Bruce smiled as he handed me the maroon towel. He sat next to me on my bed and waited for me to finish sopping the cum up. He watched my every move like a hawk. Was I just imagining it? After I was finished, he parted his lips and spoke in a casual manner. "So, cuz. I need to talk to you: man to man." He said, eyes still on my shrinking dick. "About what?" I didn't realize I was naked still, and stood up to get dressed. "Sit. It's okay. I'm not afraid of you being naked. I'm not uncomfortable, if that's what you're worried about." So I wasn't imagining it. "What did you need to talk to me about?" I said as I plopped back down, balls slapping against my inner thighs. "I need a place to stay for the weekend, and I know your dad is in Pasadena for the week. Can I stay here?" "SURE!" I said more enthusiastically than I intended. I should have waited a second to give the illusion that I thought about it. Damn it. "Great. So, what's on the agenda for today?" He was happy and grateful, I could tell by the sparkle in his eyes. "Not much. In fact, I had intended to go bare ass the entire week, but I guess now that's changed." I said, hopefully. 'Say something about the nudity thing!' my heart whispered. "Don't worry about me screwing up your plans! I don't wanna fuck your shit up. Like I said, I don't feel uncomfortable." 'YES!' I screamed in my head. Wait wait wait. Why was he here? Did Amy kick him out or something? "Why do you need to crash here? Amy pissed or something?" I said as I got up, and tossed the towel into my hamper. "Yeah. She wants to get married all because I took her to Laurel's wedding last week." Damn. So I don't have a chance. Oh well, I guess I'll have the chance to see him naked after showers, if I time it right. Something struck a nerve, and I thought I should tell him how I felt about Amy. "Married? She's nuts! You know what, Bruce?" "What is that?" I heard him ask eagerly behind me. "I never liked Amy. I always thought she was a bitch. No offense, but you have the worst taste in girlfriends." I was worried that I hurt his feelings. He was still sitting on my bed, but his head was lowered, as if he had something important to say. "Yeah I know. You have a phone around here?" he asked. "It's over near my drafting table. Just push the shit on it to one side." I said. I was sitting on my computer chair, typing a couple e-mails while I talked to Bruce. I could hear rustling of papers and books moving. The low beeps told me that he was either calling Amy, or his real estate agent. I was betting that it was Amy. He'd say he's sorry, she'd forgive him, and then he'd be outta here within the hour. "Listen. Would you listen! Look...No, I can't! No! We haven't even been together two months! Amy...Amy...FINE! FINE! I was just going to say the same thing! Fine! I'm sorry too. Bye." Bruce hung up, and plopped back down on the bed. "See ya later." I said as I turned back to face him. I was surprised when he gave me a puzzled look. "What?" "Aren't you going back to her now?" I asked, perplexed. "No!" He said confidently. "We just broke up." My heart did cartwheels. Here I was. My room. Naked. My hot cousin who just broke up with his girlfriend, and he'd be spending the weekend! I wanted to smile, but I held it back. "Oh. I'm sorry." I said as I returned to my e-mails. "I guess I'll be staying longer than the weekend." I almost dropped off my chair. This was shaping up to be an eventful weekend after all! Bruce I guess I always loved only one person. Throughout my entire life, or most of it, my cousin David was always there. We would always horse around since we were little, we'd beat each other up, we'd run around the beach during the summer til we gasped for breath, we'd cannonball and splash in the pool at my cousin Jack's house. I remember one time when I was 12 and he was 11, he came over to my house, crying his eyes out. We went up to my room where he refused to tell me what was wrong. We played video games for about an hour, and after he turned to me with an intoxicating little innocent look on his face. "Bruce, we're buddies, right?" he asked meekly. "Yeah, Davey, like brothers. What's wrong?" "Well the boys in school were calling me 'faggot' and 'gay' during lunch today..." His adolescent voice trailed off. "And?" I tried not to sound snide, but he wasn't offended, and continued. "...I was wondering what that meant." He had a genuine expression of confusion which told me he was serious. I sighed heavily. How can you explain about yourself when there's a possibility the boy you love might hate you because of the way you are? I looked in his eyes and talked as subjectively and almost positively about Homosexuality that I could. "Well, 'faggot' and 'gay' are mean words to say about a boy who likes other boys the way boys like girls." I never broke eye contact, hoping he wouldn't respond negatively. He smiled, and said: "Oh, okay." I sighed again, this time relieving the tension collected in my chest. That was long ago. I'm 17 now. I have a girlfriend, Amy, to keep my 'Italian as Pizza' family happy. Our last name is Rizzio, and if that doesn't tip you off, maybe the holofoil picture of the Pope hanging over our doorway will. So, Amy is not exactly what I'd call a girlfriend. She's a front to keep my ass looking Heterosexual. It's so I won't piss anyone off, especially my little cousin David. I'd never even gone past first base with Amy. She was just a cardboard cut-out so I could keep staring at David's cute face. I loved that boy. The closest I ever got to having sex with David was when we went to see "Deep Blue Sea" together not too long ago. I made the excuse that Amy had to go see her parents in North Carolina and David and I went alone. About halfway through, Davey fell asleep. His head was on my shoulder and his hand dropped to my crotch. It just laid there. I was so worried I'd get a boner and he'd be scared to death. I held it off by stroking his hair lightly as he slept, he looked as beautiful asleep as he did awake. As soon as I finished stroking his hair he woke up. He was smiling, and he looked like he had just creamed his pants! But that was the closest I ever got. I'd never even seen him in underwear let alone naked. But I wanted to, Oh GOD did I want to. It was a day that started bad and was going downhill. I had a fight with Amy about getting married, she had wanted to tie the knot ever since I had mindlessly invited her to my cousin Laurel's wedding. I had refused to marry her, I was gay for Christ's sake, and she kicked me out of our apartment. I rode around in my dark blue Mustang for about an hour, a duffel bag with a week's worth of clothes and no underwear sat next to me in the passenger's seat. It dawned on me later that I should try Davey's house. His dad was in California on business for a week and he was home alone, so I decided to stop by and prayed he needed a baby-sitter. I'd do anything for Davey. Anyway, The house was dark, but when I knocked on the door it swung open. Even though it was about 2 'O' clock, the living room was pitch black. A shaft of light shone down the stairs from a small window above, and I heard above me footsteps emanate from the bedroom hallway. A door closed. Now I knew Davey was home. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, searching for signs of something edible. When my search turned up empty, I decided to head upstairs to talk to Davey about staying there. I hoped he'd say yes, then I'd have a chance to make a move or two. What I saw blew my mind. His room was easily identifiable, his door had posters of various bands plastered all over it. There was an arousing poster of Blink182 in their underwear, a large wall scroll of Marilyn Manson, and a couple posters of NOFX in concert. I liked even his taste in music. The funniest thing about Davey was, he tried to be exactly like me. It made my heart melt every time I saw him wear something I would wear. I loved the idea of hero-worship. I opened the door quickly, hoping to scare the shit out of him. I did alright. There he sat, bare ass naked, pumping his adorable eight inch penis like masturbation was a forbidden act. My jaw may have dropped, I wasn't sure. My eyes feasted on the scene, and Dave froze, hand still on his hard dick. If I didn't break the humiliating silence, we would have stayed where we were all day. I shook my head and repositioned myself when he spoke up. "Bruce! Look, man. I'm sorry you had to see that--" I didn't want him to think I hated him so I cut him off in a reassuring voice. "Hey, cuz, It's cool. I should be the one apologizing. By all means, finish. I know how it feels to be interrupted right before an orgasm. I'll bother you after you're done." I sat down on his floor and got a good spot for the jerk off show he was about to give. I wanted to nudge him subtly so he would loosen up. "You don't mind?" He asked, eyes wide. "Why would I? It's not like I don't jerk off." I wanted him to do this. It was a once in a lifetime chance to break the sexual ice between cousins. I had to make sure we went further. Even if he was straight, I'd had the pleasure of watching his most intimate actions. "Ok." He sat down on his bed and seductively stroked faster and faster. How I wanted to do that for him! He was close, I could tell, he arched his back and shot all over his toned tummy. The white jizz dripped down each ab, collecting in his belly button. I wanted to lap it up, but instead grabbed a towel on the floor. "Here." I smiled, the glistening sweat clung all over his body. I figured it was a good time to mention my needing a place to stay, so I waited for him to finish cleaning his chest and then spoke. "So, cuz. I need to talk to you: man to man." I was still watching his beautiful prick. "About what?" He got up to get dressed, and I impulsively stopped him. "Sit. It's okay. I'm not afraid of you being naked. I'm not uncomfortable, if that's what you're worried about." I wanted more of this nudity to be mine to witness. "What did you need to talk to me about?" He sat closer to me than he did before. Was it me or was he liking this moment too? "I need a place to stay for the weekend, and I know your dad is in Pasadena for the week. Can I stay here?" "SURE!" He almost shouted his answer, and he blushed because of his enthusiasm. "Great. So, what's on the agenda for today?" "Not much. In fact, I had intended to go bare ass the entire week, but I guess now that's changed." A big grin crawled across my face. Just what I wanted him to say. "Don't worry about me screwing up your plans! I don't wanna fuck your shit up. Like I said, I don't feel uncomfortable." I said, just to make sure he didn't screw my plans for enjoying his body. "Why do you need to crash here? Amy pissed or something?" He seemed worried. "Yeah. She wants to get married all because I took her to Laurel's wedding last week." Hint, hint. I said no! "Married? She's nuts! You know what, Bruce?" He had something important to say. Good. "What is that?" I asked. "I never liked Amy. I always thought she was a bitch. No offense, but you have the worst taste in girlfriends." He felt bad for saying it, but now I knew he liked me. Well, I was pretty sure. I dropped my head. I was so confused about what to say. Should I have told him how I felt? "Yeah I know. You have a phone around here?" I asked. "It's over near my drafting table. Just push the shit on it to one side." He had his back turned to me, sitting at his computer table wearing only a pair of white socks. He was typing something, but I couldn't make it out from my position. When I went through his crap, I saw all the information I needed. There was an open Gay porno book buried under his comic books. There were small clear stains on the page, making it crinkle as if it were totally wet. I smiled as I dialed the number for Amy's apartment. She knew it was me and answered in a snobby voice. "What the fuck do you want?" she asked. "Listen." "No." she was such a bitch. "Would you listen! Look..." "When are you coming back?" "No, I can't!" I said, hoping to piss her off enough. She had to break up with me, which would generate a sympathy factor in Davey. "Come back NOW!" she screamed. "No! We haven't even been together two months!" I was mad, but I was also horny. "Bye then." She was mad. YES! "Amy...Amy..." "We're over. For good this time!" Just what I needed to hear. "FINE! FINE! I was just going to say the same thing!" "Sorry." She wasn't really sorry. "Fine! I'm sorry too. Bye." I hung up, and plopped back down on the bed. "See ya later." Davey said, turning to face me. "What?" I was confused. What did he mean? "Aren't you going back to her now?" "No!" I had to let him know I was free. "We just broke up." "Oh. I'm sorry." He turned around to hide the cute grin on his face. "I guess I'll be staying longer than the weekend." This was it. It was going to happen. "Where do you want to sleep?" he asked. "Here's fine." "You don't want me to fix up my dad's bed?" NO! I wanted to say that, but I held back. "Here's fine." I put my duffel bag down and stood up. "I'm gonna take a shower, that okay?" I asked as I started to remove my pants. He turned to face me just as my dick sprang out. He froze, and said "Sure." The shower was quick, and I desperately staved off from blowing a load. I dried off and headed back to Davey's room, naked, to try and relieve some sexual tension. Davey was sitting on his bed, slowly massaging his hard 16 year old pecs. He looked so beautiful. "Davey, man. I have to talk to you." I sat across from him, and crossed my legs to hide my boner developing. "Yeah, Bruce?" "I can trust you, right?" "Yeah! We're brothers, man!" He smiled. Oh God this was gonna be hard. "You have to promise not to tell anyone else." "I swear on my dick." Good Boy. "I'm gay. The only reason I was going out with Amy was to make my momma happy. All I did was kiss her. But now, I don't have to worry about her. I'm worrying about the person I love though." "Who do you love?" He asked. He was obviously not affected by the affirmation of my sexuality. "You." My eyes met his, and he smiled. "Me? Like a brother you mean...right?" "No. Like a lover. Are you okay with that?" David So I kissed him. He poured his heart out to me, so to cement the feelings I had for him, I kissed him. We were both naked, well aware that our dicks had hardened and become giant lust-filled monsters. We kissed for what seemed like countless hours, exploring each other's mouths, him rubbing his fingertips through my hair, me touching the soft flesh of his neck. I loved him, he loved me. We knew each other's true feelings. It was amazing. It was mind blowing. It was...true. True love. His kiss sent shivers down my spine. Here I was, lips locked to my cousin, ready to blow a load on his chest. We shifted, I laid down on my back, He stood over me, his muscular arms supporting his body just above mine. As we kissed, he ground his crotch into mine, and I moaned lowly. I pulled my lips from his and spoke in his ear. "I want you, Bruce." I said with my eyes shut. He turned around, his engorged member dangling inches from my awaiting lips. I moved my head up so I could worship his monstrous 9 1/2 inches with my hot mouth. He had already swallowed my smaller cock, and His head bobbed up and down, slowly bringing me to orgasm. I could feel the juice erupting within my shaft, slowly inching it's way out of my slit and into Bruce's awaiting mouth. He swallowed, pushing my cock deeper into his throat. I could feel the back of his throat flex as I shot my load. It was exhilarating. After he pulled off my cock, Bruce nestled next to me and wrapped his arms around my chest. We kissed, and our bodies relaxed after hours of sexual exertion. Bruce I woke up early the next morning, I don't know why. I had tired myself out completely the night before, with Davey, but still something inside me was screaming to wake up, and my eyes shot open. Surprisingly, Davey was gone. I could hear a faint shower running, but I expected him to still be asleep. He always slept til 12:30 on Saturdays. Today, however, was different. I pushed myself off the bed, giant erection straining for someone to release it from it's shackles of sexual frustration. "Just a little longer, boy. You have a new buddy now." I smiled. There was a note attached to the closed doorway, written by Davey, obviously. "Bruce, I'm in the shower. I don't have anything planned for the weekend, but I was hoping you would know something fun to do. It doesn't have to be anything sexual, but just entertaining. Davey." For a short note, he sure wrote a lot! It took me a couple of seconds before I thought of something to do, but Davey probably wouldn't have gone along with it. I decided to surprise him in the shower, and strike my proposition up there. David I was in the shower when he came in. It surprised me, not only because I was used to the shower being my only time alone, but because I was jerking off to Bruce's memory. It was great, having your hand slide up and down over and over thinking about your beautiful cousin blowing you. It was my dream come true! He pulled back the shower curtain, and without speaking a word, I was frozen with love. He watched me move my hand, and reached out to touch it. He replaced it with his own, sliding his warm slightly rough palm over my raging boner. Bruce leaned in and met my lips. The water streamed down us, and he climbed in to make more room. The steam from the shower washed over our joined naked bodies, the early morning darkness played an arousing factor as we embraced, lips locked, each other's hands upon the other's body. He pulled his rosy, soft, pink lips from mine, barely forming words through his powerful lust. "Let me take you. I want to make love to you." He touched my hair with his fingertips, he looked content, yet slightly driven. He seemed to want more, but was happy with what he had. I expected him to use less eloquent words. I expected: 'I want to fuck you.' I didn't expect him to mean his actions. I was ready to cement our love. "I'm yours." I said, kissing his gorgeous lips. "Forever?" "Until we die." I was hardly able to talk between our lips crashing together like so many waves in an ocean. He moved his hips to meet my pelvis, Bruce's hardening prick inching achingly close to my puckered hole. It sprung to life as the pink head entered, my asshole expanding to compensate for the large intruder. I was on my back, leaning on the porcelain slope of the tub where it met the wall above it. I hooked my arms on either side of me, allowing him to rest his body on his large sexy arms like he did before. His animal instincts took over as I felt the expanding shaft push in, 3 inches, 5 inches, 9 inches, finally his full 9 1/2 inches slid in to the hilt, his dark brown curly pubic hairs tickling my prostate. My eyes rolled back in my head, Bruce swallowed my tongue again, and he rested on my chest as our faces mimicked out bodies: coming together, becoming one. He pulled his dick out to the head, allowing the plump knob to rest on the back wall of my anal cavity. He thrust in harder, deeper, my body quaked with the newfound delights. Bruce slid it in and out, never fully removing his penis from the love hole he worshipped. He never broke our kiss either. I was enjoying the waves of warmth and pleasure wash over me. He moved his hand down under the water, grabbed my cock and with all his remaining strength brought me to an incredible orgasm. It caused my ass to tighten, rocking his dick with enough strength to cause a monster load of sperm shoot into my hole. He never pulled out, and turned the showerhead off. He turned his face back to mine, and spoke the words I will never forget. "I have to tell you something." "Anything, Bruce." I was expecting another harsh depiction of him leaving me, or him saying we're just 'fuck buddies.' "I'm not your real cousin." His eyes blazed with a cerulean blue fire. It pierced through my soul, the words making the room spin. "What?" "We're not related." "WHAT?" I was so shocked, but I couldn't move. I couldn't even think. "Your... Our aunt adopted me when I was an infant. You were born later, and they thought that it would be less confusing if you didn't know. "You wait to fuck me, then tell me?" I wanted to get up, but his warm body pressed against mine, his dime sized pink nipples brushed against my chest. I stayed where I was and allowed Bruce to finish his confession. "No, no no. I love you. I always will. Not in a conventional way, either. I want you to be with me every day. I want to come home at night and lay in your arms. I want to laugh with you, I want to cry with you. I want us to live together for the rest of our lives. I know it sounds bold, coming from a 17 year old directed to a 16 year old, but I love you. Do you understand?" "I understand." My eyes watered and my heart melted. "I love you. I can't say it enough. But, how can you live here without my dad suspecting anything?" "Tell him. He knows we're not related, just tell him you're in love and you'd like it if I stay here." "Okay." He sighed, and his head dropped to my chest. His soft hair tickled my chest. I draped my hands on his head, patting his shiny brown hair. I loved him. I ran my fingertips behind his ear, I touched the back of his neck. He was still inside me, but I didn't care. He could have stayed in me for the rest of time.