Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2003 12:32:14 +0000 From: Guy Jameson Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 1 THE USUAL DISCLAIMER: I don't really believe that anyone who has found this story is going to be offended by it. Otherwise you have no business being here in the first place. However, with the exception of the first few chapters, the story line may not pass the censor in some places or for some people. This story is a fictional account of a gay boy who grew into a man and has sons, even though it is based on fact. Names of people are created in the mind of this writer. Any similarity to persons living or not is purely coincidental and there is no intention to "out" any one. This work is copyrigted under the terms of nifty.org THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON CHAPTER ONE: VICTOR'S DEFEAT Five sons. I have five big, strong, good-looking, sons. All of them are popular with their classmates at school. All of them are excellent students. All of them are gay. "Five gay sons in one family?" people ask. "That's not possible," they say. Well, I'm here to tell you it is possible because that's what I have. My name is JJ Jameson. That's not the name I was born with, nor the one I grew up with, but it is the name I have chosen. I was born April 21, 1955. My mother was a very sweet, loving and kind woman. Her only problem was she made poor choices when it came to men. I never knew my father;I'm not even sure motherknew who my father was. Dad could have been any one ofmother's beaus. Whoever, he was, he left and was neverheard of again. At any rate, I was born with and lived with my mother's maiden name, Robinson. When I was thirteen mother met Barry Reingold. He was born to a non-religious Jewish family but had married a woman from an extremely fundamentalist Christian family. He converted and, as is the case with many converts, he out- fundamentaled even her. They had one son, named Victor. Victor was approximately the same age as I, give or take a couple of months. Barry's first wife died so Barry needed a wife to help him raise his teen-age son. He found mother. My first meeting with Barry was enough to tell me that this was not the man I wanted for a dad. (Not that I thought I had to worry very much. Mom dated lots of men. And I assessed every one of them as possible dad material. But first dates were usually last dates. I guess most men didn't want a ready-made family-especially one that included a teen-aged boy.) Barry was not very good looking, probably ten years older than Mom, with rather common brown hair and dark eyes. His hair showed no style, cut medium length and pasted flat across his head; his side burns stopped at the top of his ears. He reminded me of some of the evangelistic preachers who worked out of a tent and promised not only salvation from sin but healing of the body. He had the look of a shyster if I'd ever seen it. The way a man looked was important to me. I'd noticed over the last couple of years that I looked at lots of men. Many of those men took a good look at me too, the kind of look that some of my friends said made them feel uncomfortable-long stares that started at my face, then trailed down my body. The stares stopped at the bulge in the crotch of my tight jeans before the man would break eye contact and walk on. When I looked back at them, these men licked their lips as they walked past me. Barry was tall-just a little over six feet but very thin. An Oklahoma wind could blow him over easily if it could have found enough substance to blow against. He could have stood behind a tree side ways and been completely hidden. And I'm not talking big tree, either. It wouldn't have taken much more than a sapling. So this man did not impress me. But Mom seemed to like him. And he came back for a second date-and then a third. "Hi, JJ. Is your mother ready?" "Almost. She said she'd be down in a minute. But you know Mom, she wants to look her best and her minutes don't just have sixty seconds. Have a seat, won't you?" I know that was pretty corny but, Barry had never laughed at any of my jokes. I thought I was a card and should be on the Uncle Milty Show or something. He didn't even smile. Nope, I thought. This guy is definitely not dad material. I didn't know much about Barry. Mom didn't discuss him except to say she had a good time with him and liked the man. I couldn't tell what she saw in the guy. When Mom returned from her third date with Barry, I was still up. It was a Friday night and I thought there was nothing pressing for Saturday so I had decided to stay up to watch TV. Friday nights were pretty good TV nights if a boy didn't have any friends to run around with. And I didn't. Most of the kids with whom I attended school were not allowed to associate with me socially. I was an outcast, a bastard, and a boy with neither background nor morals. Was it my fault that Mom had fucked some guy and wasn't careful enough to use protection? NO! I couldn't figure it. But that's the way it was. Mom came home later than usual. "Hi JJ. I'm glad you're still up. I have the best news," she said without a lot of enthusiasm. The best news? Mom sure doesn't sound like it. But maybe she's tired, I thought. Before I could respond, she said, "Barry has asked me to marry him as soon as possible. We're going on a family picnic tomorrow so you can meet your new brother." "Mom," I whined. "How can you marry this guy. He's a dork. Just look at him, he's not your type of guy at all. He doesn't know how to dress and his hair looks like it hasn't been washed in month. You can't marry this guy. And he has a son? He's probably a carbon copy of his dad. What do you really know about this guy? Have you even met his son? Aren't I enough sons for you?" "Of course you are JJ. That's just it. You're more son than I can handle. I don't know anything about young boys and you need a father. I agree Barry's not the best catch on the playground but no one else is playing. He's the only chance I have to give you a dad and he can make me happy. Besides we'll meet Victor tomorrow. I just know you're going to love having a brother." Mom tried to hug me, but I shrugged her off. I knew she needed comforting and a happy face from me, but I wasn't in the mood. I stormed back to my room and slammed the door. Now Mom's not a bad looking woman-no Marilyn, but not bad. Why would a man ten years older than she is, want to marry her? She is a nurse. Maybe he's sick and needs someone to take care of him. He certainly looks sick, but not sick enough to take me on as part of the marriage bargain. Barry is too old to worry about being drafted for the War. So why does he want to get married? I finally drifted off to sleep, wondering what it would be like having a father . . . and a brother. My bedroom faces east with a large window that allows the sun to shine directly onto my face as it rises, especially in the spring. Normally I shut the curtains over the window on Friday nights so I'm able to sleep on Saturday, but I forgot last night. The sun shone directly into my eyes forcing me awake. Oh, well, I think. It's probably just as well. I can hear my mom moving around in her room. Mom probably has a shit pile of stuff for me to do today. I lay back onto my pillows examining my morning hard on. The picture of Tom Matthews came to mind. We're not really friends but we are in the same gym class. I've seen him naked almost every day for this school year. He is an Adonis-but with hair. In fact he and I have more body hair than any of the other boys in our class. Tom is blond, tall and has the body of an athlete. Even at thirteen, he has defined pecs and the beginning of a washboard stomach. He is hot! As I stroked myself, I remembered the body lotion I "borrowed" from Mom's bathroom and tried to decide whether I wanted to use it or give myself a dry hand fuck. The natural lube began to form in the rose of my uncut cock. I smeared it around over my dick as I continued stroking. This will do just fine, I think and continued to leisurely jack my cock. `Sheeeit." I hear the door bell ring, followed by an impatient knock. The picnic! That dork is bringing his kid over to go on a get acquainted picnic. It's only 9:00 in the morning! Who ever heard of starting a picnic at 9:00 on a fucking Saturday morning. Dork head, that's who. "JJ, if you're up, will you get the door for me. I'm not ready yet." She's not ready? I'm up, but I'm not out of bed yet. I chuckle at my own joke. See? I am funny. It's got to be her boy friend and his son. Let her get the door. I'm busy. I continued to stroke, but somehow it wasn't fun anymore. I have reached coitus interuptus, I think. If that happens very much my balls will burst. The bell rang again. "JJ get the door!" "Mom, I'm not dressed either." "Just put on your robe. But answer the door." I got out of bed and started to pick up my briefs from the floor where I had tossed them. I'm naked. I always sleep naked, well always since I was ten. I ought to just go to the door like this, I think, looking down at the rod sticking out from my pubic hair. That should scare them away and they'll never come back. Naw Mom would just cry. And I sure don't want that AGAIN!' My dick deflates and I decide to compromise on my door answering attire. I just slip my robe over my naked body. "Good Morning, Mr. Reingold. Mom's not ready AGAIN," I say answering the door. See? I'm also polite-even to people I don't like. "Good Morning, JJ. I guess we are a little early, but I couldn't wait to see your mother and have you meet my son. Victor, this is JJ." Jesus H. Christ! His son is Victor Reingold! I know Victor. He's the biggest Bible thumper at school-also the most unpopular boy in the world, always preaching about the wages of sin at the daily flag pole meetings. And this is going to be my brother! Goddamn Fucking Shit. "I'm glad to meet you, Victor." Hey, I said it with a smile. "I've seen you at school but we don't have any classes together." 'Yeah, I've seen you,' I think. 'But I've never looked at you until now. And you are HOT!' It could have been just my horned up state of mind. "Hi JJ. I've seen you too. You never come to the flag pole." "Uh, no. I don't get to school early enough for that," I lied. I was always at school early-for the breakfast. I let my future step relatives in the house and closed the door. Butter would not melt in mouth. I never knew what that meant until just now. But I know it wouldn't, anyway. "Excuse me, I need to get dressed." I headed down the hall to my room, entered, shut the door and threw my robe onto the unmade bed. As I was getting some clean clothes out of my drawers, the door opened and Victor walked in. "Hey, dude, I'm naked here. Can't you wait a few minutes?" "Sorry, JJ. Dad told me to come on down here. I guess we're going to be brothers now and share this room." Victor is looking over my head at the ceiling. 'Hey, I'm not dog meat. I'm a pretty stud looking guy. I have hair on my chest and a four-inch dick when it's soft and this boy won't even cop a peek at me. Great! Under the same circumstances I'd at least peak. Then, if I didn't like what I saw, I'd look at the ceiling.' Mom had made the concession to my "teen-age modesty" by giving me the bedroom with an adjoining bath. I needed a shower before beginning to get to know my new daddy and brother. I walked into the bathroom, purposely leaving the door open and stepped into the shower. The shower door wasn't clear glass, but I could see the sun light through the door from my bedroom. There was a boy shaped shadow in the doorway to my room, looking in. As I was finishing my shower and pulling my dick sleeve back to wash it, the figure was still there. I gave myself a couple of strokes until I was at least semi-hard and left the shower. Dick-head-oops, sorry, Victor was sitting on my bed as I entered the room. His head was about the same level as my cock. He definitely scoped me out this time. I turned my back to him to pull on my shorts-leaving off the underwear. If I was going on a picnic with this dipstick, I was at least going to be comfortable. I was facing my dresser mirror and could see him sneaking a peek at my ass. What is it with this guy? I asked myself. "Ready," I said, pulling a shirt over my head. "You're not wearing underwear?" "Hey, you noticed. Nope, it's too hot to wear underwear today. I have to let my balls breath." "You have a dirty mouth." "Hey, man. You're going to be living with me. Get used to it." The picnic was held at their church. Boring. Nothing to do. There were a few guys from school but as usual they treated me as if I didn't exist. They were all Victor's friends. Finally, it was over and Barry took Mom and me back to the house. "Well, JJ. Did you and Victor get to know each other?" "Yes, Mom. We did." "What do you think of him?" "Not much. Is he really going to be my brother?" "Yes dear, and Barry will be your father. Please, don't, don't mess this up for me. I need a husband and you need a father. You're becoming way too wild and I can't handle you alone anymore. Besides, Barry is a sweet loving man and he makes me happy." The engagement was short-three months, in fact. But during that time I noticed some definite changes in my mother. She would come home from the hospital, tired as usual; she'd call a "hello" to me as usual; she'd fix dinner as usual; but now she had a smile on her face. I'd catch her staring out the kitchen window, staring but not seeing, lost in her thoughts. Mom had never sung before. But now she sang or hummed old tunes, the kind of tunes one hears only on the "oldies" radio stations. Sometimes she sang songs I had never heard before. The kind I guessed they sang at Barry's church. Her songs seemed to remind her of times long ago when she was also happy. More importantly, Mom was not angry like she used to be. Though I knew she loved me and showed it with frequent hugs and kisses, she would also become so angry at me that she'd beat me with a belt or a ruler, or anything else she could lay her hands on. I didn't understand her anger. It didn't always seem to be associated with what I had done that was wrong or naughty, more like she was frustrated and took her frustration out on me. But since Barry came on the scene, she was a lot more patient and never got angry. One afternoon, she was staring out the kitchen window. I asked her, "Mom, you really do love this guy, don't you?" "Yes, JJ. I do. He makes me feel very special, not at all like any of the men I've known. Barry is not just after sex. All he's ever done is kiss me. But such passion in those kisses. You can tell a lot about a person from the way he kisses. He takes me to church with him . . ." "Mom we've never gone to church before. Why do you go with him?" "Because he wants to take me. He introduces me to his friends. Can you imagine, JJ, how it feels to go out with someone and he is so ashamed of you that he won't introduce you to people he knows? It makes you feel cheap, worthless. Barry is proud to be seen with me even among his closest friends." "But, Mom, Barry's a Bible thumper. His kid is the biggest Bible thumper at school-always preaching about how God is going to damn the sinners. How can Barry be so different?" "Barry says God has forgiven my past, just as he has done. He calls me his Mary Magdalene," she said laughing. "Mary was a whore, JJ. Jesus protected her and loved her. She was one of the first women who visited Jesus' grave after his death. Barry says my past is in my past. It isn't important anymore . . . And he says he loves me. No man, even your father, ever told me he loves me." Mom became lost in her thoughts as I left the kitchen. How dare that man compare my mother to a whore? Mom's not like that. She has a lot of boy friends, but she's no whore. I hated Barry Reingold then more than I had before. Maybe that is why Barry wants to marry Mom. She is his Mary. She is a trophy to show off at his church, to prove how forgiving he can be. Barry Reingold married my Mom. She was happier that day than I had ever seen her. Victor Reingold, God's avenging teenaged angel, became my brother and just as he had predicted, Victor moved into my room. That night he and I began to get ready for bed. We talked briefly about the wedding and our parents. "JJ, you aren't very happy about this wedding are you?" "No, I'm not. Mom says that Barry makes her happy and makes her feel loved, so that part of it is OK. But . . ." "But, what?" "Your Dad doesn't like me." "Have you given him a chance to like you? You refuse to go to church. You don't act as if you're happy about him marrying your mom and you certainly don't act like you like me. How do you expect him to act?" "Well, it was kind of sudden . . . dating my Mom and then marrying her. Now I guess he's going to start acting all fatherly and tell me what to do all the time. And you? You're too much of a Bible thumper for me. Why don't you chill out, man? Why do you have to be the way you are?" "JJ, why do you have to be the way you are? You have the reputation of being a wild kid. Listen to Dad. He'll help you find your way." "Sheeeit, man. I'm not lost. I don't need him or anyone else to find my way." I lay down on the bed as if to go to sleep. "JJ aren't you going to put on pajamas?" "What for? I always sleep naked." Victor said nothing, but little wisps of smoke emerged from his ears. He'd dressed himself in pajamas, top and bottom, AND underwear, top and bottom. "Sheeeit, Victor. You're going to suffocate in all those clothes. How can you sleep all bunched up that way?" "It helps protect me from sinning." "How can you sin when you're asleep?" "It helps reduce evil temptations of the flesh." "You mean like jacking off, or something?" "Yes. Handling that part of your body is a sin. We have to keep our bodies and our minds pure for the Lord." "Jesus H. Christ! Next you're going to tell me you wear a chastity belt." Victor looked at me sternly. I guess it was supposed to be a warning against using the Lord's name in vain or something. "I don't know what a chastity belt is. But I don't do sinful stuff to my body, so I'm sure I don't need one." I laughed softly, mocking this boy's self-righteous attitude and his ignorance. "They used chastity belts a long time ago when a man was away from home-like on Crusade or something. It was made of metal and was locked to the woman's waist. There were teeth of steel over her cunt so she could pee and bleed but a man couldn't put his dick in her. Since you're living in my house now, you may need one." "JJ you are disgusting. You're a sinner and you're going to hell." "You may be right you self-righteous prick, but I'm going to enjoy the trip. Now shut up. I'm going to sin for a while before I go to sleep and I don't want you disturbing me." It felt good to stick it to Victor. Everyone in this fucking town has pissed on me all my life. It feels good to be the pisser, instead of the pissee. Victor got into bed, pulled the covers up around his shoulders and turned on his side away from. 'I guess I'm a lost cause,' I think. "Hey Vicki, Why don't you take gym class?" Speaking toward the other side of the room, Victor says, "Gym classes glorify the body. It's a place of degradation of the soul. What happens to my soul is too important to me to indulge in such activities." I was lying on top of my blankets, naked and beginning to pleasure myself. My dick was hard and a pearl of fluid formed at the tip of my foreskin. I didn't speak much above a whisper because I knew the walls of my room didn't cut out all the sound. On more than one occasion, I'd heard my mother's boy friends moaning loudly in the night. "Victor, I'm going to tell you what happens in the locker room after class. You talk about sin. That's where sin takes place. Especially in the showers!" "I don't want to hear that. It's sinful and disgusting. If you're going to abuse yourself, do it quietly." "It's too late, Vicki. I've already begun the abuse. Picture this in your mind if you want to, but don't say another fucking word. You hear me? Not another word. In the shower all the guys are naked, showing off their stuff. Some of them even begin to play with their dicks to make them look bigger. I'm standing in one corner where I can see all those gorgeous naked male bodies. I'm cleaning my dick, pulling the skin back to clean under it, watching all the other boys soap themselves up. Tom Matthews is there. He is such a gorgeous hunk of a boy. Tom's body is hard because he glories in making it look good. Victor, my dick is hard. And I'm stroking it. Pulling the skin over the head of my dick. Spreading the lube all over my cock. Tom is watching me and starting to do the same. He's soaping himself. Then he drops the soap and bends over to get it." Victor has covered his head with his pillow, so I whisper a little louder. "Tom's hairy man-pussy is pointing straight into the face of the guy next to him. That poor boy shoots his load right then. I'm pulling on my balls, now Victor. It hurts like hell but it's such a good hurt. I twist my nuts inside their sac. I'm getting close to shooting my load, Victor." The rate of Victor's breathing has quickened. He's breathing harder. In spite of the pillow covering his ears, he can still hear what I'm saying and he's enjoying my story in spite of himself. "It's going to feel so good when I do it. Vic, you cannot imagine how good it feels to have your spunk shoot out of your cock. That's what all the boys in the shower want to have happen. They want to cum, Victor. The boy next to Tom leaves and I move under that showerhead. Victor, Tom is so beautiful. I can't help myself I kneel in front of him. I pay homage to that Cock. I worship his Cock. His big beautiful cock is my god. It's cut, Victor. He's the only boy in the class with a bigger dick than mine is. It's full of cum, just ready to shoot. The veins are like rubber tubes running from its stalk to the pretty pink head. He sticks it in my mouth; Victor, and I suck on it like a baby sucks his mother's tits. And his milk spews into my mouth." Victor's body is shifting uncomfortably under his blankets. I can't see what he's doing, but I know that either he's jacking off or he's going to have one hell of a wet dream before morning. "Victor I'm almost there. I'm about to cum Victor. If you turn over you can see me shoot cream all over my body. It feels so good." My voice is guttural as I scream out my orgasm. I wash my fingers with my tongue. "MMMm, That tastes so good. Have you ever tasted your cum, Victor? Of course not. You don't have cum do you. If you shot anything, it would be communion wine." Victor turns his head towards me. His voice is hardly audible and the words are difficult for him to form because his breath keeps catching. "Are . . . Are . . . Are you through? That . . .was the most disgusting thing I have ever heard. You are . . . disgusting. You are disgusting and . . . depraved. There's no question you'll go to hell." "You're so right Victor. I am all those things but you enjoyed it. I saw you watching me in the shower the day of the picnic. I'll bet you had an orgasm just watching me then and listening to me now. You'd like to have that happen to you wouldn't you, you prick head. You'd love to stroke your dick and cum. Or maybe you'd like me to suck it. But you're too late. I'm going to sleep." I turned over on my side and soon fell asleep. It feels good to be the pisser. Sometime during the night, I was awakened by noises from Victor's side of the room. I listen for a minute not quite believing my ears. Victor is sobbing. No he's crying, trying to be quiet about it but he is definitely crying. As he cries, I hear my name repeated several times. Now I'm not a bad guy. I purposely developed a shell around myself to lessen the ridicule and hurt from other people. I tried to present the persona of a tough. But I'm an excellent student and I'm not the kind of boy that others see. I hardly ever use the language I used with Victor last night. And I didn't want to make him cry. I hate it when people cry. I know how it feels to be pissed on and I've cried myself to sleep many nights because of it. Last night he pissed me off and I had to get back at him. But to make him cry? I slide off my bed and go over to him. Yeup, he's crying all right. I am a shit head. I have no right to make this boy cry. I reach over to Victor and place one hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Victor. Are you OK? Hey man, if I said or did anything to make you cry, I apologize." "I'm not crying." "OK, then what are you doing? I said I'm sorry." Victor rolled over to face me. In the glow of the night-light I could see his eyes. They are red and blood- shot. He's definitely been crying. Again Victor can hardly get the words out. "Look at me. I sinned during the night. God is punishing me. I'm all wet." I looked at Victor's pajamas. There was an unmistakable wet spot that had soaked through his underwear and pajamas. The outline of a cock that has been hard was still obvious. It's a great looking cock. "Victor let me see. You might have hurt yourself." Surprisingly Victor pulls down the front of his sleeping clothes. There is a big glob of cum starting to roll down his stomach. It's all I can do to keep from licking him clean. "Man, you've had a wet dream. That's all. Don't you know what a wet dream is?" "No" I pointed at the spot on his stomach and then I noticed another spot on his sheets. "That is a wet dream and you had a good one. Must have been my story last night." "I didn't touch myself. I didn't do any of the stuff you did last night and I still have lost my seed." "Man, that is what happens when you don't jack off or fuck. Your balls get so much cum in them, it has to come out some way. When it happens at night, you have a wet dream. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to all boys." "Does it happen to you? "Yeah, once. But I jack off at least twice a day. I never have wet dreams any more." "Then I didn't abuse my body?" "Hell no. It's what happens. Hasn't your dad ever explained that stuff to you?" "No." Victor's crying has begun to subside and he obviously wants to talk. I want to go to sleep. "JJ, I've always wanted a brother. When Dad decided to marry again and I met you, I thought we would be good for each other. I wanted to be your friend. But you spoiled it. You . . . You . . . You spoiled it. You won't be my friend and it's worse than having no brother at all." He starts to cry again. "Victor, I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you cry. People have picked on me all my life because I'm a bastard. They don't talk to me at school. They won't come to my house and it's not my fault. Last night I was pissed off and I took it out on you. I'm sorry. I thought it was fun to pick on someone else for a change." I tried to take Victor in my arms and hold him. But he pushed me away. "Hey man, I'm not trying to rape you. I just want to make up for making you cry. Let me hold you." "But it's so wrong for men to hug like that." "Man, you're pissing me off again. I'm trying to be nice. Hugging your brother is not wrong. Let me hold you." Victor relaxed a little bit and allowed me to take him in my arms. He put his head on my shoulders. The sobbing and crying stopped. I held Victor like that, kneeling beside his bed, his head on my shoulder for what seemed to be an hour at least. It probably wasn't that long. But he was quiet and it felt good to hold a brother. I may be getting to like this guy, in spite of myself. The alarm clock went off way too early the next morning. I reached over and hit the button to stop its buzzing. Victor was still asleep. I have no idea how he could be. That clock was designed to wake the dead. Walking over to Victor's bed I shook his shoulder. Funny he wasn't wearing his pj top anymore. "Victor, wake up. We have school today. Wake up." "Is it morning already?" "Yes, now get up. I can smell breakfast." Today was the first day of school that I had a brother. I wasn't sure what to make of him yet. Sometimes he was such a jerk and so damned sure of himself. And then he'd be an all right guy. Very vulnerable. Maybe even likable. I didn't see Victor all day, but that wasn't unusual. I rarely saw him or at least paid any attention to him at school before now anyway. So the day went on as a normal day. No one talked to me. I didn't talk to anybody. I was the invisible boy. Until gym class. My being a bastard never counted for much in gym. I was a good athlete and played games better than average. I guess it was a way for me to release my anger. When it came time for team captains to pick their players, I was always among the first chosen. But today Tom Matthews was one of the captains. He always chose me first, especially for soccer. But not today. The two boys began to pick their teams. What's going on here? They've picked practically every boy in the class and I'm still standing here, waiting? Something's not right. Finally both teams were full and I was standing alone. Coach had to assign me to a team. Only the dorkiest of the dorks get assigned to a team. Coach put me on Tom's team. Class was horrible. I tried to play the game, but no one even saw me on the field. The ball was never passed to me. I would be in position to score and shout out, but it's like I'm invisible. We went to the showers. I took my usual place at the corner showerhead, began to soap myself and take a furtive glance around me. Yeup same group of dicks, swinging as they get washed up. I turned my back to the crowd and begin to wash my pubes. "Hey, Faggot." I glanced around. "Yeah, You, Faggot. What are you looking at?" It's Tom yelling at me. I didn't answer. This was one abuse I've never suffered before. "Faggot, I've caught you staring at me and I'm tired of it. You take another look at my meat and I'm going to pull your balls off and shove them up your ass. Got that, Faggot?" Without even rinsing the soap from my body, I ran out of the shower to my locker. I put my clothes on over my still wet body and escaped from the locker room. 'What just happened?' I asked myself. 'Gym class is the one place I thought I almost had a friend. Victor! Somehow Victor told Tom what I did last night. That self-righteous hypocrite told Tom about my fantasy. I'll get that fucker if it's the last thing I do.' I ran all the way home, walked straight to my room and slammed the door. No one was home yet so my scene went unnoticed. I fell on my bed and began to cry, pounding my pillow with my fists, sobbing out tears like a broken dam. 'Damn Victor. Just wait until he gets home. I'm going to beat him to a bloody pulp!' I was still crying when Victor walked into the bedroom. "Hey brother," he began. Before he could say another word I was on him. I grabbed his shirt at the throat and tackled him to the ground. Victor is bigger than I am, not a lot bigger-maybe fifteen pounds. Unlike his father he actually has a physique. I was lying on top of his sprawled body, fist ready to pound his face. My other arm held him down at the neck. "What's wrong, JJ? What are you doing? You're crazy, man." "Why did you tell? Tom Matthews of all people. He was the one guy who treated me like a human being and you told him about me. You're a dirty, no good, son-of-a-bitch. You don't want a brother. You've made me the punching bag for the whole school." "JJ! I can't . . . breathe." "Good I hope you never breath again." I pressed my forearm harder into his throat, choking him. Victor began to cough and tried to fight me off of him. His eyes began to bug out, from fear? He really couldn't breath. Suddenly he sucker punched me in the side and kneed me in the nuts. "AAACH! You Son-of-a-bitch. You . . . Dirty Son-of-a- bitch!" I get out as Victor took the advantage and rolled on top of me. I was in pain. Victor may be holier than me, but he sure knew how to fight dirty. Maybe there was an angel helping him. I stared up at his contorted face. I could hardly breath, now. "JJ, I don't know what you think I've done but I didn't do it. I don't ever talk to Tom Matthews. None of my friends talk to Tom Matthews. I couldn't have told him anything even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't. I didn't tell anyone about anything." My nuts still hurt, but the pain was starting to go away, to be replaced by the feeling of blood moving into my dick. Victor was lying on top of me, groin to groin and my randy cock was getting hard. 'I can't believe this,' I think. "JJ, I'm going to get off of you now. But if you try to hit me again I'll kick you so hard you're grandchildren will feel it. Do you hear me?" My pain has gone away and I began to cry-big sobs made my whole body shake. Tears were streaming down my face. I nodded my head, "Just get off of me. I'll not try to hurt you again. I don't want to have anything to do with you at all. Just get off of me!" Victor rolled off me. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" "No!" "JJ, talk to me. You made me talk to you last night. Now it's your turn." I've never had anyone to talk to before. I've never told mother how the kids at school just ignored my existence. But can I trust this Bible Thumper? What's happened to him? He hasn't used the sin word once! What's going on here? "JJ, I know you're not going to believe me. But last night gave me a different perspective. I still believe what you do is wrong, but hey, we're brothers now. We're going to have to get along. Dad told me you are a difficult case, but I really do like you. I want to be your brother and your friend." We were lying on the floor. I haven't moved, not believing Victor's words. But I wanted to. I wanted to very much. We calmed down by the time our parents got home. But when Victor went to greet his dad, I stayed in the bedroom. I could hear mother in the kitchen beginning to get dinner ready. She was humming. Before we ate Barry said a very long prayer of thanksgiving and asked for God's blessing on the food. 'Hey, Mom's cooking may not be the best but it's not that bad.' The meal was eaten with very little conversation. After dinner, Victor and I went to "our" room to do homework. 'Do I have to do this tonight? I can't go back to school tomorrow. Not after what happened.' "JJ, Do you want to tell me what happened today-with Tom Matthews?" "He started calling me names in the showers. Called me Faggot and accused me of staring at his dick." "You were, weren't you?" "Were what?" "Staring at him. Judging from what you said last night, I'd say you probably stare at him a lot." "Yeah, I guess I do. But that was all jack off fantasy. None of it was real." "It sure sounded real to me. But then I've never done any of that kind of stuff. So how would I know?" We sat silently for a few minutes. Victor finished his work. I haven't even started mine. That's not like me. I always do my homework. Being an outcast, what else did I have to do? "Aren't you going to do your homework?" "What! Now you're going to start preaching at me about homework?" "No, of course not. I'm not going to preach at you about anything, anymore. I'll pray for you but I won't preach." He chuckled. 'How about that? The Bible thumper knows how to crack a joke.' "I'm going to bed. Good night." "Good night, JJ. Tomorrow will be a better day." I turned over to my side and fell into a troubled sleep. That's probably because I didn't jack off thinking about Tom Matthews.