Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 13:47:28 -0500 From: Jim 002 Subject: Queer House Chapter Two Queer House By jim002@outlook.com Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com Please donate to nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. Two "Billy? Billy?" I opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep. "We're home." We were in front of a small house with a really big front yard. There were big trees in the front yard, although none of them were close to the house. I'd had a dream, but I couldn't remember it. I knew it involved Frank, though. "Did you mean it about getting an apartment together?" "What? Well, yes. I meant it. I think you will like Dad, though and he will like you." "But you don't know me. Are you just saying it to cheer me up?" "Billy, I-your mother died. Under other circumstances, there are other things I would say. I would say more. But-" He took a deep breath. "I meant it, Billy. I promise." I felt better. I smiled at him. Frank called someone on his cellphone while we were still sitting in the car. "We're home, Dad. OK. See you soon." Frank turned to me. "Dad was working. He's coming home." I didn't know if that was good or bad. I liked Frank and he liked me. What if his father didn't? Frank opened the door and got out. He opened the back door and got some of my clothes out of the back seat. I opened my door and got out. I got more of my stuff. We walked to the front door. I heard a dog barking. Frank unlocked it and opened it. A small black dog started sniffing my leg. "That's MacGruder." "Hello, MacGruder." The dog wagged his tail. "Do you like dogs?" Frank asked me. "I like MacGruder." The dog barked and I laughed. "Let me put him in the back yard." Frank picked up MacGruder and carried him to the back of the house. He came back. It looked like we were in the living room. Frank walked into a small bedroom. There was only one bed in the room. I smiled when I realized there wasn't any room for a second bed. I didn't mind! "This is our bedroom." I put my things on the bed while Frank went back out to the car for more. I sat on Frank's bed and tried not to think of my mother. Frank walked back into the room. "We can get two twin beds in here, if you want." "I don't want." Frank grinned at me. "Are you sure?" "Absolutely." Frank sat next to me. "Billy, I said it before, but there are things I would say. Things I would like to do, that I can't, because of what happened." I wanted to think of anything but Mom. "What would you say?" "I want you." I looked at him and smiled. "I want you." He sighed and put his arm around me. I leaned against him. "The fact that I'm your cousin doesn't bother you?" he asked me. "No. Not at all. We aren't going to have deformed babies." He chuckled. "No." "I don't want to talk about Mom and I don't want to think about her. I'm still so mad at her." Frank nodded. "You said something about things you would do." Frank tilted my head up and leaned down. Our lips touched. I opened my mouth and Frank's tongue was in it. It was my first kiss. I had no idea kissing could be so wonderful. I wrapped my arms around Frank and he wrapped his around me. I heard a car door slam shut. I started to pull away, but Frank took my head in both his hands and held it. I heard the front door open. Frank obviously didn't want to stop kissing me. I stopped worrying. I heard footsteps and then a man clearing his throat. Frank pulled away and smiled at me. Then he kissed me lightly on the lips, briefly. I smiled at him. Then I turned to Uncle Al. He was grinning. I had forgotten how handsome Uncle Al was. "You changed, Billy!" I laughed. I got up and hugged him. "Thank you for letting me live with you, Uncle Al." "To tell you the truth, I wasn't happy about it, but I can see I don't need to worry. You're gay?" "Yes. Frank was the first person I told." He nodded. "I'm sorry about your mother." I nodded. "Billy doesn't want to talk about it-about what happened, yet, Dad." "That's fine, Billy. Everyone reacts differently to tragedies. You can talk to us when you are ready." "Thank you." "Were you up all night?" "No. I slept in the ER. They gave me a cot in a little room." "If you are tired and want a nap, don't feel you have to stay awake." "OK." "Maybe we should get another bed," Uncle Al said. "Billy didn't like that idea, when I suggested it," Frank said. Uncle Al grinned. My uncle opened a closet door. "Let's put your stuff on one side, Frank." "Yeah." While they rearranged Frank's closet, I looked around. There was a dresser with a photo of Frank and Uncle Al. It was a nice photo. Frank looked quite a bit younger. I could hear Uncle Al and Frank whispering. I guessed they were talking about Mom or Frank kissing me or his feelings. If they were whispering, they wanted privacy. I walked out of the bedroom and walked through a hallway. On the left was the living room and a little further down, the kitchen. On the right was the bathroom and the other bedroom. There was a door outside in the kitchen. That had to lead to the backyard. I opened the door and MacGruder ran up. I sat on stairs the led down to the back yard and petted the dog. There were steel doors in the ground. I assumed it was a storm shelter. I knew there were often tornados in Oklahoma City. It was nice to know there was somewhere safe to go. All the trees were big, though, which meant no tornados had been in their neighborhood for a long time. I heard footsteps and turned around. It was Uncle Al. "I see you met MacGruder." "Yes. I like him. I always wanted a dog." "Well, good!" I walked down the stairs and Uncle Al opened the door and came to stand next to me. "That is our storm shelter," he said, pointing at the doors on the ground. "I saw it." Uncle Al put his hand on my shoulder. I was embarrassed that just that touch made me hard. I felt unfaithful to Frank, but I decided that was silly. I just met Frank. "Frank isn't the only one who is glad you are with us, Billy." "Thanks." "Let's talk inside." Uncle Al went back in the house and I followed. "I wasn't happy at first, because Frank and I are gay and I didn't want us to have to pretend." "Yeah. Frank told me. I understand." "But now I feel the opposite. I would want you with us even if your mother hadn't died." "Really?" "Yes." He took my hand and we walked to the other bedroom. His room. Uncle Al closed the door behind us and sat on the bed. I hadn't remembered it from the last time I saw him, but Uncle Al was very hairy, too. I thought he was very masculine, and it appealed to me. He patted the bed next to him. I sat. He took my hand and held it. My dick got really hard. "Frank told me how he feels about you." "How does he feel?" "He is in love with you." I was surprised. I knew he liked me and wanted me, but love? I was glad, though. I was falling in love with him. "How do you feel about him?" "I think I feel the same way." "Are things moving too quickly for you?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, do you feel any pressure at all about anything." "No." "Well, I'm very happy about that. I'm happy about how you two feel about each other, and you don't need to hide it. You don't have to pretend you aren't in love. If you want to kiss him, you don't have to go in the bedroom and close the door." "Thanks, Uncle Al." "Frank is very worried that you are vulnerable because of what happened, and that he might be taking advantage of that." "I don't see it that way. To be honest, I would much rather think of him than what happened." "Well, I can understand that. If you do feel things are moving too fast, tell him or me. Both of us will understand. If you want to wait a while to have sex, say so. There is nothing wrong in wanting to take things slowly." "OK. Thanks. Do you think I should wait?" "It depends on how you feel. I can't say. If you want to have sex now, I don't think you should wait. If you aren't comfortable yet, wait." "Should I be thinking about my mom? I'm trying not to. Is that wrong?" "I don't think it's wrong. This is just my opinion, but I think it's good you have other things to think about. Like Frank. You will have your whole life to come to terms with what happened with your mother. You don't have to do it all today." I smiled and nodded. "He's so handsome." "Yes, he is. So are you." He got up and left the bedroom. I followed him. We walked back into Frank's bedroom. Frank was hanging my clothes in his closet. I walked up to him and hugged him. He hugged me back. "We will drive a U-Haul down Friday, and get the things out of your apartment," Uncle Al said. I nodded. "I've already made the arrangements to have your mother cremated. I didn't ask, because that was what you did with your father. It seemed right." "It's fine." Frank stood behind me and put his arms around me. "Do you want to keep her ashes?" Uncle Al asked. "I guess. We can put hers in with his. She would like that." "I'm going back to work. I'll see you both around 5." "Bye. Thanks, Uncle Al." "Billy, why don't you call me Al?" "Are you sure?" "Yeah." "OK, Al." He turned around and left. Frank sat on the bed. I sat next to him. "I think your dad is really handsome. Why doesn't he have a boyfriend or a lover?" Frank didn't say anything. I looked at him. He visibly gulped. "There's a reason, but I don't think today is a good time to tell you." "Because of my Mom?" "Because you are dealing with that." "I don't understand. Why would it matter to me?" "It might. I don't know." "Oh, Frank. Tell me." "Billy, you may hate me, hate us, but you asked. Dad and I jack off together every day." "Oh." "Does that change the way you feel about us?" "No. I was going to jack off with you. Is there more to it than that?" Frank closed his eyes. "I always stroke Dad. I make him come." "Oh." I took his hand and he opened his eyes. "Frank, if I had a chance to do that with my dad, I probably would have." "Really?" "Yes. I'm gay. I would have loved playing with his dick and making him shoot." Frank nodded. "I did and I do. But a lot of people would think it is incest." "They would think that about you and me. That doesn't mean anything to me. The only person's opinion I cared about was Mom's and she's gone. Voluntarily." I sat there. I felt guilty. I really wanted to watch Frank jack off his father. Then I decided I really wanted to jack off Uncle Al. There I was hoping for a life-long relationship with Frank and I wanted to have sex, or at least stroke his father. I felt uncomfortable about it. "What are you thinking, Billy? About your mother?" "No." "It has affected how you feel about me," Frank said. "No. It's not that. Now I feel guilty, and I'm worried." "Why?" "I-I can't say." Frank was honest with me. I decided I should be honest with him. "Oh, Frank. I was thinking that I wanted to do it." To Dad?" "Yes. Are you disappointed in me?" Frank took my head in his hands and kissed me. His tongue and mine moved against each other. It was a wonderful way to show me he still felt the same about me. He pulled away and looked into my eyes. "You are perfect, Billy. If I described the perfect lover, it would be you. I mean that. I love you." "I love you, Frank." I took his hand and held it. "I'm going to have a beer. Do you want one?" "You'll let me?" Frank laughed. "You are a married man, I hope." I grinned. "I guess I am!" "Yup." Frank got up and took my hand. We walked to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator. "Wow!" It was full of beer! Frank got two bottles. He opened one and handed it to me. I took a sip. Yuck. "You like this?" I asked. Frank laughed. "It will grow on you." We walked to the living room and sat on the sofa. I leaned against Frank and he wrapped an arm around me. "I felt guilty for how I treated you the last time I saw you," he said. I was shocked. "Your mom told me you didn't have many friends and I ignored you." "I didn't think anything about it. I did wish you had shown me your dick." Frank laughed. "You are kidding!" "No. I thought that since you were a teenager, or almost one, you might have hair down there. I wanted to see it." "I thought you would want to play with dolls or something." "No. Just dicks. I haven't changed." We both laughed. "I'll be seventeen in three weeks." "Really? We will have to have a party." "I don't know anyone. Just the three of us will be fine with me." "Good. That is how I would prefer it." I took another sip of my beer. "What school will I go to?" "The high school is only a couple of blocks away. We can walk over there tomorrow, if you want." "Sure. "Do you use the storm shelter very often?" "Yes. Whenever there is a tornado warning. Maybe two or three times a year, although a couple of years ago we were in it three times in one week." "Wow. I'm sure glad you have it." "Oh, yeah. Of course, when you open the doors to leave, you wonder if the house is still there." I nodded and took another drink of beer. Frank began rubbing my stomach. I got even harder. "Are you sure you meant it about stroking Dad?" "Yes. I'm not proud of it, but I'm sure." "You can be proud of it, Billy! It makes me happy and it will make Dad very happy. Don't you see? He won't be completely left out." I thought about it. "I guess I do see." "I was worried about that. I would have you, but Dad would have no one. He would be in his bedroom beating off by himself while the two of us made love." "Yeah." I drank more beer. I was starting to feel a buzz. "Do you want me to tell you what Dad likes?" "Sure." "He likes to have you pull on his balls while you stroke him." That sounded hot! I wanted to do that. "What do you like, Frank?" "Anything with you." "I mean do you want me to fuck you?" I asked. "Uh." "Be honest." "No. I want to fuck you." "Oh, good!" Frank laughed. "I'm relieved you think so!" I drank more beer. The taste didn't bother me as much. I thought of something really nasty and smiled. "Do you think you would like to fuck me while I am stroking your father?" Frank groaned and I felt him shake. I sat up and looked at him. He was panting. "Fuck, Billy! You made me come in my pants!" He groaned loudly as he came. He took my hand and placed it on his bulge. Then he thrust up against my hand. I began rubbing his erection. I wished he wasn't wearing pants. "I want to see your dick and your cum." Frank jumped up and undid his pants. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and his underwear. I moaned as I saw his cum on his stiff cock. I watched some cum ooze out of the end. I leaned forward and licked it up. "Fuck, Billy! You are the hottest guy I ever met!" His cum tasted weird, but it was so hot having it in my mouth, that I began licking him clean. I'm not sure what made me brave enough to do that. I didn't stop to think maybe Frank would get grossed out by my behavior. I guess it was the beer. Frank moaned the entire time. When I had the shaft clean, he pulled back his foreskin, revealing more cum underneath. I lapped up that cum, too. Frank collapsed onto the couch. I picked up his underwear and began licking the cum off of them. Frank let out a long, low moan. "Eat it all, Billy. Every drop. All my spooge belongs in your mouth. I can see that, now." He pulled his briefs away and threw them on the floor. "I'll give you more soon." He pulled me over. "Sit on my lap." I did. "Kiss me." Frank fucked my mouth with his tongue. I tried to trap it in my mouth, but it was too slippery. He ran his hands over me while we kissed. "Do you like Santini cum?" That was Uncle Al and Frank's last name and my Mom's maiden name. "I do." "I hope this won't upset you, but if you ever want to lick Dad's off him, he would absolutely love it." "Are you sure?" "Definitely. I am positive. He would follow you around like a little puppy." I laughed. "Like a big, hairy, handsome puppy." "I'm not asking you to do it, just telling you that if you feel like doing it, he would love it and I wouldn't mind." "I understand, Frank." "Do you think you would like to taste his?" I did. I wished he was home and I was making him come. I started to realize I could make both of them happy, just by doing what I wanted to do anyway. It was my choice whether I just made Frank happy or both of them. I was leaning towards both of them. I thought Uncle Al was very sexy and I didn't want him to be lonely. "I want to eat his, too. But you need to tell me what you don't want me to do with him. I don't understand the rules." "Do you mean that?" "Yes. I don't want to make you unhappy." "Nothing you do with him will make me unhappy. Nothing. Even if you let him fuck you every day. Making Dad happy makes me happy. I just don't want to make him happy by making you unhappy." "I feel the same way. I want all three of us to be happy. I feel guilty about this, but I want your dad, too." "Oh, Billy! Don't feel guilty. We are so lucky to have you." "Do you know how unhappy I was this morning?" "I can imagine." "I'm luckier. You made me happy, Frank. You made the worst day of my life into the best day. Your father did, too. If I can make both of you happy by doing what I want to do anyway, it's perfect." Frank smiled and nodded. "It is." "I don't want you to ever think I expect you to do anything you aren't comfortable doing." I nodded. "If you don't want to kiss him, or suck him, or get fucked by him, don't! I mean that!" "I believe you. But I think I want all those things with both of you." Frank liked that answer. He pulled me to him for another kiss. While we kissed, he pulled my dick out of a leg of my shorts and began jacking me off. I pulled away from him and leaned against him as he stroked me. "Come for me, baby." "I'm close, Frank. Oh.Frank!" I said, as I came. He wrapped his other arm tightly around me and held me as I shot. "Yes, baby! That's it, that's it." I panted as my orgasm ended. Frank lifted his hand to his mouth and licked some of my cum off it. "Your cum tastes better than Dad's." I laughed. "I would still rather eat yours and his." Frank chuckled. "We would prefer that, too." Frank turned me around and cleaned me the way I cleaned him. Afterward, I climbed back on his lap. He wrapped both arms around me. "You've eaten his cum. Has your dad fucked you?" "Yes. Once. I didn't like it." He sighed. "Does that disgust you?" "You can stop asking that. But did he force you?" "No! If he had we would have done it more than once." "Oh. Right." "The thing is, Dad wanted us both to be safe. To not contract HIV, hepatitis, or any of the other diseases. If we only had sex with each other, we didn't have to worry. That's why I've never been to a gay bar. You are the first person I've been with, besides Dad." "All three of us will be safe." "Right! And that is a wonderful thing. We can do whatever we want in this house and we won't ever have to worry about catching anything, being stood up, having our hearts broken, going on blind dates, any of that. We will have love and sex. And we can have all we want of both." I nodded. "Dad and I started out jacking off together. Then I asked if I could stroke him. That is mostly all we do. I've sucked him a few times, and like I said, he fucked me once. That was my idea. He told me I wouldn't like it, and I didn't. I'm not sorry we tried it, though." "I understand." "I love you, Billy. And I love you in a way I don't love Dad." "Oh, Frank. What if I fall in love with Uncle Al? It could easily happen." "I won't mind, as long as you still love me. Maybe you will love Dad the way I do, and love me the way I love you. I don't know. If it bothers you, you can always stop having sex with Dad." I nodded. "But I got you first-fair and square." I laughed. "You did. You were the smart one. You drove down there and picked out a lover." "Exactly! And I showed him my dick in a bathroom." "And that made him fall in love with you." "I know! It was all part of my plan!" We both laughed. Then I yawned. "You have had a very busy day. Why don't you take a nap?" "I need to get a shower. I haven't had one since yesterday morning." "We can take one together later, if you want." "That sounds nice." I climbed off his lap and we walked to his bedroom. We both got in his bed and he held me while I fell asleep. If you enjoy the story and would like to read more, please let me know. My other stories: It Must Be Fate Almost Perfect My Peculiar Life