Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2012 13:45:51 -0800 (PST) From: Jon D Subject: Mirror, Mirror, - 4 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It will include fictitious descriptions of sexual situations between teen age brothers and their friends. No real boy's were involved. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. If material of this kind offends you or you are not age eighteen or older, then please stop reading this and find some other site. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Mirror, Mirror Chapter 4 Cameron's alarm woke him at 3:00am. He threw his covers back and climbed out of bed. He reached for his favorite sweat shirt and pulled it over his head. It was old and pretty beat up, but it was soft and comfy. He was still in his sleep pants and he decided they'd be fine. He picked up a schoolbook, notepaper and pen, and ever so quietly stepped through the door. He listened for any sound of Bryce and didn't hear a thing. The coast clear, Cameron softly crept up the stairs toward the main part of the house. He knew the third step from the top squeaked, so took care to step over it. When he got to the landing he stopped and listened again. The house was quiet. Cameron's target was the computer in the corner of the upstairs family room. For months both boys begged their parents for their own laptops but were told they were still too young. He knew it was because of his mom. She worried that left on their own; the twins would head straight for all the sex sites. Just last month their dad had finally weighed in on the matter and took the boy's side. He hinted the guys would most likely have something to look forward to this Christmas. In the meantime the only option was the computer in the family room. The boys knew that unless they were using it for homework, they were pretty much out of luck. "Unless of course," Cameron thought, "you could get on it when no one else was around." Then a guy could have some fun. Cameron smiled as he tip-toed toward the machine. It didn't happen very often, but there had been a few times when either he or his brother had been left home alone. He knew what he did at times like that and he figured Bryce would have done the same. So it wasn't like either of the twins was totally innocent. They'd seen their share of stuff. His mom's plan of leaving the computer out in the open just made things a little more difficult. One of the things Cameron had learned during late night scouting missions was that you had to think way ahead, or risk being caught. He reached for the knob on the speakers. He always worried the bing-bong-bing at start-up would be loud enough to cause trouble; especially when it was late at night and your mom and dad were only a few feet away. Cameron switched the sound off, pushed the power button and settled into the chair. He put his textbook and other stuff next to him. "Plausible Deniability," was a term he'd only just learned from a TV show. If he got caught and had a school book nearby, he hoped he could argue that he was just doing his homework. Fifteen minutes later, Cameron was deeply absorbed in what he saw on the monitor. But it wasn't porn. Cameron knew Bryce would have gone straight to videos. The way his brother had described a couple, they would probably have made their dad blush, and he had three kids. Cameron had sometimes done that too, but tonight was different. The memory of seeing the preacher's kid sucking another kid's dick at church camp still gave Cameron a hard on. Then there were the things that had happened with Bryce, the jerking off together and the hand job. Cameron had found himself thinking more and more. He wasn't stupid. He knew it was telling him that most likely he was gay. But he wasn't quite ready to admit it. He had always thought of himself as being just like every other kid. It was starting to look like that might not be true. "GBRC – Hey, Cam," the text came on screen. "Hey," Cam typed back. He'd been on line three nights in a row talking with a college kid at a resource center for GLBT teens. "How `ya doin?" the college kid asked. "Okay," Cam answered. "You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right?" Cam bit his lip then typed, "Yeah, that's why I'm here." "Last night you said you were thinking about getting with another boy for the first time. Are you still thinking about that?" "Yeah, like, all the time! LOL." Cameron wondered how much he should be saying but he really felt he needed help. "He's a year older. I know him from school." The counselor talked to him about all the things he should be thinking about to stay safe. "I can trust him, I know him from outside of school, too." The counselor tried to convince Cameron he had plenty of time to think about stuff like this. "I know, `Love Can Wait', right?" Cameron sent a smiley face. "Heard it all before." "So, you're really going to do this?" Cameron paused before he answered. "Yeah, I think I am." "Why?" Cameron knew the college kid was there to help, to encourage him to think things through. More than that, he was there to make sure kids like Cameron had someone to talk to, someone who cared. "Well, he's really cute." Cameron chuckled as he typed. "But I don't think that's the reason. I have all these feelings and I know I just have to find out for sure." The college kid reassured him most gay boys had similar feelings. The guys chatted back and forth. It seemed like the college kid had been through the same stuff himself. "Shit!" Cameron blurted out and then quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. He looked around to see what had freaked him out. There was a purr and then Sox strutted out from under the chair. The kitten had brushed against his leg and nearly given him a heart attack. "Damn you, Sox," Cameron whispered. "You scared the crap out of me." The kitten looked up but didn't seem too concerned. It sauntered off toward the kitchen. By the end of the chat, Cameron had made up his mind; if Mark called he thought he'd be ready. The guy at the resource center asked Cameron once more if he was safe, if he needed help of any kind. Cameron assured him he was okay. "But you'll be around, right?" "There's always somebody here," the guy answered. "Write down our phone number and if you ever need us, call, okay?" Cameron took his pen and scratched the number on the inside cover of his textbook. "Yeah," Cameron typed, "Thanks." * * * * Back in his room, Cameron lay in bed, his mind still swirling. He figured he'd answered the first of his questions. He was now pretty sure he was gay. He'd told himself he wouldn't be totally sure until after he'd actually been with a guy. The other question was even tougher. "What the fuck was up with all the feelings he was having for his brother?" * * * * More than a week went by and Cameron still hadn't gotten a call from Mark, leaving him more confused than ever. "I wonder if I should call him?" Cameron asked himself at least a dozen times. He hadn't done it because he was too nervous to be the one to make the first call. The following Sunday the matter took an interesting turn. The church was having a revival service with a visiting preacher. Everyone stayed after for a meal and settled in for the afternoon. Then there was another service that evening. The twins finished eating lunch and took off to the youth room to play ping pong. A handful of other kids were already there, including Mark, the preacher's kid. "Sup?" Mark smiled as the twins walked into the room. He rolled the ping pong ball in his hand, getting ready to serve. "Hey," Cameron said hesitantly. Bryce immediately headed over to the sidelines where a couple of middle school girls were watching. Seeing Cameron hesitate, Mark handed his paddle to another kid who took his place. Then Mark motioned to Cameron to sit down. They sat on a thread bare old couch to watch the game for a minute. Cameron found himself growing uneasy. They were only inches apart. Cameron gave Mark a look which Mark returned with a tender smile. Cameron sat back and felt himself sink into the worn cushion. "I didn't forget," Mark said a moment later, looking off toward some other kids. "Huh?" "I didn't forget that I told you I was going to call," Mark said softly and turned toward Cameron. "Oh?" Cameron replied just as softly, he was getting more nervous. "There just wasn't a time when my folks were gone." Cameron wasn't sure he understood why Mark's folks had to be gone for him to make a phone call. "I mean, I thought it'd be cool if we could be alone when you came over." Cameron's heart started to pound. He was pretty sure he knew what Mark had in mind. "Yeah, uh, I think that'd be cool, too." "You do?" Mark seemed just a little surprised. "Yeah," Cameron whispered. "Alone sounds nice," he said haltingly. Cameron knew he was taking a big risk by saying something like that. He felt his ears get warm; he knew they were turning pink. Mark glanced toward Bryce, who was busy chatting up some girls; then he looked back at Cameron. "We might look exactly alike," Cameron said softly, "but my brother and I don't always like the same things." * * * * Cameron looked around the shower. The locker room full of naked boys was just adding to the problem he'd had for most of the day. He was growing hornier by the minute. Mark had called the previous night and invited Cameron to stop by his house after school. They'd decided they wouldn't meet anyplace close to school just in case someone might see them. Cameron had gotten permission from his mom; it was easy. After all, Mark was the preacher's kid. Cameron made sure he did a good job with his shower. He soaped everything, rinsed, and did it again. The second time around, he put a glop of soap on his hand and thoroughly scrubbed his ass crack. Then he moved around front and finished up with his cock. The thing was chubbing. He flipped the shower toward cold to give it a rinse and the shock of the icy water helped settle things down. His dick drooped back toward normal. * * * * Cameron had barely knocked when Mark pulled the front door open. Cameron stepped inside and Mark took his coat. He tossed it onto a chair in the living room and then he'd given Cameron a quick tour of the first floor. It hadn't taken very long. "Want to see my room?" Mark asked brightly. "Sure," Cameron said. He was nervous and excited at the same time. Mark led the way up the stairs. That gave Cameron a chance to check him out. The fifteen-year-old was about three inches taller than Cameron. He was wearing some faded jeans that were well worn, especially in the seat. Some threads had separated across one of his ass cheeks and Cameron could see a hint of the kid's boxers. The deep red T-Shirt he was wearing helped set off his mop of black hair. It was longer than many of the other kids at school and he had a habit of giving it a flip to keep it up and away from his eyes. Cameron saw that he hadn't bothered with shoes. The grey fluffy socks looked like they were favorites. Reaching the landing, Mark led him down a small hall and then turned to the right. Mark's house was smaller than Cameron was used to. The church owned manse sat right next door to the church. It was styled much like an old farmhouse, and was practically as old. Cameron had known at least three of the preacher's that had lived there previously. Preachers didn't stay very long. He couldn't even guess at how many had lived in the house over the years. Mark stopped in front of a door with a big red and black sign that read "DANGER," under that was "Mark's Room – Enter at Own Risk." The colors were the same as those used to warn of electrical wiring and such. Mark opened the bedroom door and stepped aside. Cameron paused just a second, not quite sure what he'd find. He was surprised to see Mark's room was clean and in order. The bed was made, school books were stacked on the corner of the desk, and it looked like the carpet had been vacuumed. A variety of posters adorned the walls. Cameron noticed that although not obvious, every one of the posters had a teen boy in them someplace. "Do you like it?" Mark quietly asked. His voice showed a touch of worry. "Yeah," it's cool." Cameron turned and smiled. Mark smiled back, then there was an uncomfortable pause. "Uh, you want to play a video game or something?" Mark finally asked. Cameron shrugged. "Uh, well we could go on the computer?" Cameron shrugged again. "Checkers?" Cameron made a sour face. "I'm not much for things like that." Mark sighed. "This isn't going very well." Cameron sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked at the cute boy just a few feet away and found he was sharing Mark's frustration. "Is that why you asked me to come over? To play games?" "Not exactly," Mark said softly. Cameron felt his heart start to pound. The boys looked at one another no doubt thinking the same thing, `now what?' Cameron decided it was time that he took the lead. "Before you say anything else, I have to tell you something." "What?" Mark looked puzzled. "It's about church camp. I saw you with Steven." The color seemed to drain from Mark's face. "When you were with him in the woods." Mark gave Cameron a pained look. "Don't worry, I won't tell," Cameron hurried to reassure him. The boys exchanged a long look. "Did you mean it when you said that you and your brother sometimes like different things?" "Yeah," Cameron whispered. "Well, I know Bryce likes girls," Mark said softly, "What about you?" Cameron blushed, "Well, let's just say seeing you with Steven made me wicked hard," he giggled. "Thank God," Mark whispered and relaxed. "You're really cute when you blush like that," he smiled. Cameron grinned. He reached down and pulled off his shoes. He slid to the top of the bed, rested his back against the headboard, pulled his legs up, and wrapped his arms around his knees. "Now that that's settled, don't just stand there, lock the door and come sit by me," he smiled. Mark rolled his eyes. "I wish I could lock the door. But dad says that if you are doing something you want to keep secret then it's probably something you shouldn't be doing. So, no locks." "You've got to be shitting me!" Cameron laughed. "Nah, I just have to be really careful when I want time to myself." Mark snickered. He walked over and got down on his knees at the edge of the bed. He reached out a hand and gently rubbed Cameron's leg. They both knew what was about to happen. Mark must have felt he needed to ask before they went any further. "You sure?" Cameron nodded. "Yeah, but I've never done anything like this," he whispered. Mark smiled. "Don't worry, you'll like it." As Mark leaned closer and reached for the button on Cameron's jeans, Cameron remembered those had been the very same words Mark had said to Steven. Cameron took a glance down to where Mark was pulling on his zipper. He was being very gentle. Mark looked up when he'd gotten it pulled half way down as if to see if Cameron was still comfortable. Cameron smiled and Mark pulled it the rest of the way. Mark reached for the waistband next, and gave it a little tug. Cameron lifted up and helped the older boy push his pants down. Cameron used his feet to kick at them and managed to finally get all the way out of them. He could feel his breathing grow faster. Mark looked up again, silently asking for permission. Cameron decided it was time he move things along and reached down and wiggled out of his tighty whities. Cameron's cock was already hard and tight against his stomach. Mark's hand went directly for it. "You've got a nice one," Mark said softly. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked the thing four or five times. Cameron felt his dick jerk at the touch. It had gotten hard the instant Mark had undone the top button on his pants and had only grown more excited. Meanwhile, Mark's other hand was softly rubbing Cameron's chest and stomach. "That feels so good," Cameron whispered as he gently thrust the head of his dick through Mark's hand. Mark gripped his cock tighter as Cameron pushed with more energy. Just when Cameron thought things were starting to feel really good, Mark got to his feet and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Cameron reached down to stroke himself while Mark got undressed. After tossing his shirt on the floor, Mark pulled off his socks and then started to work on his jeans. Cameron couldn't believe he was lying on Mark's bed and was about to see him naked. Cameron's eyes drifted down to where Mark had a great start on a six-pack. Then there was a tiny trail of black hair that started just under his belly button and wandered down into his pants. Cameron continued tugging on his dick as Mark popped the button and lowered the zipper, pushing his jeans and underwear down at the same time. His dick popped up hard. The thing was maybe seven inches long and gorgeous. Cameron's dick throbbed. Mark gave himself a tug, and tossing Cameron a quick smile, crawled onto the bed. Cameron instinctively spread his legs as Mark moved closer. Mark once again reached for Cameron's dick. Giving the younger boy a mischievous look he opened his mouth and leaned down. Cameron felt the flick of Mark's tongue on his knob followed by a slow, wet lick. He closed his eyes as Mark went to work. Soon, Cameron felt his entire dick surrounded by warmth. It was wonderful! He took a quick look as Mark sucked him deep into his mouth. "Oh, God." Cameron whimpered and thrust up. Mark pulled back slightly, sucked again, and then allowed Cameron's dick to travel deeper into his throat. Cameron lifted his ass and started a slow in and out pumping motion. Mark seemed to relax his mouth and Cameron took that as a sign he could keep doing it. Cameron's hands naturally fell to the top of Mark's head and he ran his fingers through the boy's tangle of hair; Cameron grabbed a handful from time to time. He gave it a pull if he wanted Mark to go faster or eased off if he wanted him to slow him down. The feelings were incredible. Cameron never imagined something could feel this good. "Yeah, suck it," Cameron whispered again and again. As much as Cameron wanted things to go on and on and on, he knew they wouldn't. He was already getting close. He was breathing faster, and he felt on the edge. He was at the point just before he'd get the tingle. It was then that Mark surprised him. Cameron's cock was so deep in Mark's mouth it felt as if it was part-way down his throat. Cameron loved the feel of it there. Mark then added something else. He slipped one of his hands under Cameron's butt and worked a couple of fingers into his crease. For as long as he could remember, Cameron had been turned on by being touched back there. He guessed it may have started with a baby thermometer that his mom had used when he was five. He still remembered how it felt when she had spread his little cheeks, put something on his hole, and then slowly pushed the thing up his butt. He had loved the feeling. Now he often used a homemade toy when he jerked off. The excitement grew. Cameron thrust his dick in and out of Mark's mouth, picking up speed. Cameron grunted. He felt he was getting close. "Gonna do it," he groaned. Cameron figured Mark would pull off and he would just jerk himself the rest of the way. Instead, Mark sucked harder and aimed his finger at Cameron's butt hole. The twin's eyes closed as a flood of feelings poured over him. He thrust up wanting to shove his cock deeper into Mark's mouth; Mark's finger followed the movement of his ass and stayed tight against his hole. Then it probed even more. "Fuck, oh fuck, suck it!" Cameron whined as he felt his nuts spasm. Mark put more pressure on his finger and wiggled passed the tight ring just a tiny bit. That was all it took. Three hard spurts of cum shot out the slit in the end of Cameron's dick and well into the other boy's mouth. Mark didn't pull away. In fact he seemed to work all that much harder. Spurt after spurt and still Mark kept at it, sucking and swallowing every bit of it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Cameron knew he was finished. Every last drop of cum had been sucked from his balls. Cameron slowly relaxed and lowered his ass back down onto the bed. Mark sucked gently for a moment longer and then pulled back. Cameron opened his eyes a few seconds later to see Mark licking his lips. He smiled at the boy that had just shown him such a good time. "I never thought it would feel THAT good," he giggled. Mark grinned, pleased with himself. "I told you you'd like it!" Cameron chuckled. Whatever doubt he had about liking boys was now gone. He was sure, totally sure. It was quiet for a moment and then Mark crawled up and lay next to Cameron. They turned onto their sides so they could look at one another. "So, before today you'd never done anything?" Mark whispered and tenderly touched Cameron's cheek. The boy slowly rolled his head, `no.' Mark leaned closer, his intent clear. Cameron closed his eyes because that's how he wanted his first kiss. He wasn't disappointed. The first kiss was followed by a second. They were on the third kiss, Mark just starting to use his tongue, when a voice called from the bottom of the stairs. "Mark? Are you home?" "Shit! It's my mom!" Mark yelled and jumped out of bed, his hard cock leading the way. Cameron was only a step behind. * * * * It's the damn twin thing again, Cameron thought as he took another look at Bryce across the supper table. They'd almost never been able to keep a secret from one another. Whether it was the look in their brother's eyes, or just that sense of `knowing' that one of them was keeping something from the other, it amounted to the same thing. They always knew. The look he got from Bryce confirmed it. Cameron was busted. * * * * "Okay, time to spill it." Bryce sighed as he flopped down on Cameron's bed. After supper they'd both gone straight to their rooms to finish their homework and now it was almost time to turn in. "What are you talking about?" "You know, so don't play dumb with me." It seemed as if Cameron was trying to look innocent, but Bryce just stared him down. Finally Cameron nodded toward the door. "Shut it," he whispered. Bryce jumped up. "Knew it!" He chuckled and locked the door. Settling back down on his brother's bed, he asked, "So what's the big secret?" Cameron turned in his chair. "I wasn't sure, but I've kind of thought for a while..." Bryce saw that Cameron was becoming uncomfortable. He thought about making a wise-ass comment about `getting on with it,' but didn't. He just waited. "Well. .." Cameron stammered. Bryce saw the worried look in his brother's eyes. It was more than worry, more like fear. "I won't tell," Bryce whispered. He knew whatever Cameron was about to say was important and he wanted him to know that he could say anything. Cameron's eyes grew wet, and then tears started to fall. "What?" Bryce asked. He was now worried as well. Cameron sniffed, sobbed, and then broke down in a non-stop flood of tears. A word came out here and there, but mostly it was sobs. Finally he managed to say, "I'm Gay," tears rolling down both cheeks. Bryce heard the words, but for a few seconds they didn't register. Then he saw the pleading look on his brother's face. Now it was Bryce that felt his eyes filling with tears. Cameron gave him another of those looks: pleading, sorrowful, agonized. The words stuck in his throat. "It's okay," Bryce finally choked. Tears poured down as he tried to make clear to his brother what he was feeling. "It's okay!" he nodded and then reached out a hand. Cameron rushed over and fell into his brother's arms. Bryce made room and the boys held each other tight as they cried, and cried, and cried. Bryce hugged his brother close, stroked his back, and whispered in his ear. "It's all right, it's all right!" "Please don't hate me," Cameron begged. "Shhh," Bryce whispered, and hugged him closer. "Shhh." * * * * Cameron couldn't stop crying. As hard as he tried, the tears wouldn't stop. He trembled with emotion. He'd finally said it, "I'm Gay." The worry and fear about what Bryce might say had been real. That's what had made it so hard to tell him. For days he'd gone over it all in his mind. What worried him most were the thoughts of what his brother might do. But now, he'd finally said it. Cameron heard Bryce's voice whispering. "It's all right, it's all right!" Cameron hoped that was true. For now, it was enough that his brother hadn't run out of the room. He hadn't yelled, he hadn't called him names. Here they were, lying on the bed and Bryce was still here, and was holding him; holding him close. Cameron buried his head in his brother's chest and held on, as if for dear life. Waves of relief washed over him. "Oh my god" he thought, "the boy he could never bear to lose was still here!" * * * * Comments? Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, Jon.