Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2018 22:12:45 -0700 From: Joe L Subject: We Have the Summer - Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a love story between two brothers, one of whom is under the age of 18. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal in your area, please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at bdslider1@gmail.com. I love getting comments and I will always respond! If you enjoy my stories, please consider donating to nifty.org. Their hard work helps us all enjoy these stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We Have the Summer Chapter 5 I hear a slight rustling sound on the bed and realize that Kel isn't in my arms. I open my eyes and squint, trying to adjust to the light. I give my eye sockets a vigorous rub with both fists and finally look down at the other end of the bed. Kel is holding a tray with my breakfast... breakfast in bed. "You really got this boyfriend thing down," I say, reaching out to help him. The blanket is covering my naked body, which is for the best since I'm about to eat. "That's cuz I have the best boyfriend in the world." He sets the tray down over me. It's my favorite breakfast, but I haven't made it in over a year... I usually just get a breakfast sandwich or a protein box at Starbucks, if I eat breakfast at all. Kel has made me a poached egg on whole wheat toast, with a ton of freshly cracked black pepper and some avocado slices. Also on the tray is a steaming cup of coffee, a bottle of Evian water, a bowl of beautifully sliced fruit, and the Wall Street Journal. "You remembered everything," I say, taking a huge bite of my egg on toast. "Of course," he smiles proudly. "This is one of my hundreds of fantasies... making you breakfast in bed... and seeing you smile just the way you're smiling now." "It's really good," I mumble with a mouthful of food. "Poached eggs are hard to make. I screwed them up the first few times I tried." "I watched a few YouTube videos. I think I got the hang of it." "I don't really read the Wall Street Journal. I just said I did cuz I wanted to impress Dad," I confess. "Thank GOD!" He hurls the newspaper against the wall. "I didn't want to pretend to talk finances with you." "Did you eat already?" "Yep. I had some cereal while I was makin' your stuff." Kel has never been a bacon-and-eggs type breakfast eater. He's always loved sugary kid-cereal. Recently he's switched to healthy-sounding adult cereals that are still loaded with sugar. He's skinny enough to get away with it, though. If I ate like that, I'd lose my six-pack in a week. "How long have you been up?" "I dunno... a couple of hours. I just wanted this moment to be perfect." "It is, and I love every single thing you did... but please don't try to impress me. I'm already impressed." "I know... I just wanted to do something special for you." "You can do somethin' else special for me right now. C'mere." I reach out and bring Kel in for a kiss. My morning wood asserts itself with a hefty throb, but I quickly pull back remembering that I must have small bits of egg in my teeth. "Sorry... I know how much you hate yolk." "No worries. I'll kiss you anytime, anywhere," he says with a love-struck smile. We continue with small talk and banter as I finish my breakfast, neither of us mentioning the day of sex that we informally planned last night. Still, it's nice to just hang with him... to get to know him better. I feel like I know Kel, the little bro, pretty well, but Kel the hot teenage dude is somewhat of a stranger to me. We used to be so close, but then Hunter happened... and then I left for college. I didn't keep in touch like I should have. I had things on my mind while I was adjusting to college life, but that's no excuse. I will more than make up for it, though. "I'll take this downstairs later." Kel lifts the empty tray from me and sets it on a table on the other side of the room. We stare at each other uncomfortably for a few seconds. I wish he'd just jump in my lap, and we could get down to business. I bet he's thinking the same thing, but there's something still hanging over us. "I need to brush my teeth," I say, running my tongue over my front four, hoping there aren't any chunks. As Kel turns to head into the bathroom ahead of me, I quietly slip some shorts on, and slide my phone into my pocket. I reach my bathroom and see that Kel has moved his grooming stuff in. I see his toothbrush, water- flosser, mouthwash, whitening strips, whitening trays, hair brushes, hair gel, hair mousse, hair paste, two hair driers, hair curler, hair straightener, hair clipper, barber scissors, tweezers, electric razor, a fancy five-blade vibrating razor, shaving cream, shaving balm, shaving butter, aftershave lotion, skin moisturizer, bronzer, self-tanner, blemish cream, cleansing pads, exfoliator, cleansing foam, two types of shampoo, three types of conditioner, several bars of soap, body wash, body puffs, scrub brush, and several bottles of cologne... all meticulously placed around the right side of the bathroom counter. "It's okay, isn't it?" he asks with an angelic smile. "Sure. This is your space now. I'm just so surprised you did all this without waking me up." "You were out... you needed your rest, though... for today," he smiles. "This isn't all of it, by the way." "Of course not," I laugh. Kel seems preoccupied with his hair, tossing it around in the mirror, so I pull out my phone. I open my email while I continue to scrub my teeth. The message that I want to see is right on the top of my inbox. "Hey, take a look at this," I say, passing the phone to Kel. I quickly rinse my mouth and dry my face. "Does this say what I think it does?" he asks, handing the phone back to me. "Yep, I'm clean!" "I knew it!" he steps towards me and presses his body against mine. He looks into my eyes before tilting his head and pressing his lips to mine. He aggressively tongues me before pulling back. "You're mine!" "I AM yours," I say, rubbing my hands up and down his back while staring into his eyes. "Whatever you want to do, just tell me." "I gotta think about this." He bites his lip and blushes slightly. "I could hug you all day," I say, bringing him in for a bear hug. "Maybe some other time," he giggles. "What fantasy could I make come true today?" I lift him up so that he's sitting on the bathroom counter and stand between his legs. He puts his arms around my shoulders, and we kiss, softly and slowly. My tension slowly starts to disappear, and I can feel every part of my body yearning for him. I can feel his body wanting me, too... pressed up against me, very warm, and heart thumping. "Hmmm," he ponders again, leaning back. "I could suck the hot jizz out of your cock... over and over." "Yeah, you could definitely do that," I chuckle. "Or...." "Or," I smile and rub his legs, slipping my fingers higher and higher up his thighs. "Austin, get your fucking dick inside my ass RIGHT NOW!" he shouts and we laugh. "I love you, little bro," I say, planting kisses all over his face. "Ausssstin...," he moans. "Austin, fuuuuuck me." "We gotta talk about this first," I say, straightening up. "I don't want to pretend like I have some monster cock that will tear you to pieces, but you are a fifteen-year-old dude... with a fifteen-year-old ass and fifteen-year-old... parts." "C'mere, I wanna show you somethin'," he says, hopping down, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the bathroom. He leads me out of my bedroom, down the hall, and finally into his old bedroom. He lies on his back on the floor next to his bed, reaches underneath it and up inside the box spring. He carefully pulls out a shoebox, places it on the floor and opens it. "Dude!" I laugh, seeing three dildos in the box. "I don't know why I bother hiding these." He waves one around in the air. "Mom has like... caught me fucking myself with these a HUNDRED TIMES!" "She still does that barging-in stuff, eh?" I ask. Mom has never allowed locks on any interior doors in our entire lives. She hardly ever knocks, either. If there's something she wants, she never considers anyone else is doing anything important... or private. "Yeah. I thought about just leaving them out on my nightstand... but I didn't want to embarrass Hilda." "How did you get them?" I ask, picking one up. "I have friends... friends with older brothers and sisters. They can order stuff for me, and I'll give 'em an extra twenty." "Sounds about right," I say, suddenly feeling a tad inadequate. "You're holding the special one," Kel smiles. "Really?" I ask, inspecting it. "Yeah, it's the only one I use anymore." "Why's that?" "Cuz it's what I imagined... it's the closest of the three to what I imagined your dick would look like... and feel like." "Yeah, it's pretty close, actually." "Austin," Kel leans in and whispers in my ear. "I can close my eyes and fuck myself with this thing... just thinking about you... and I can cum, just from that." "No jerking?" "Nope!" he smiles, throws the dildos back in the box, shoves them under the bed and grabs my hand again. He pulls me back down the hall to my bedroom. I'm starting to feel a little light-headed. This is moving really fast... really fast for the guy who's experienced, not for the virgin. "Hey, Kel," I say, trying to keep up with him. "You got lube?" he asks, ignoring me and pulling me inside my bedroom. "Yeah, but-" "Good. You get lubed up. I'll just take a minute or two to get ready." Kel pushes me back on my bed and quickly disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I just sit there, trying to focus my thoughts. Am I really going to shove my dick inside him? I care so much about the kid... I want everything to be perfect... but this isn't perfect. I'm going to have to talk to him. Eventually, the door opens very slowly. I don't see Kel, but I expect he's trying to be seductive. The door finally swings wide enough to reveal him. He's still in his clothes. He has an embarrassed smile, and he's staring at the floor. "What is it?" I ask. "I'm like... really nervous," he says very softly, not looking up. "Me too!" I laugh, breathing a big sigh of relief. "C'mere." Kel plops down on the bed beside me, and we both lie back, giggling. I kiss his lips over and over, finally calming us both down. Kissing always seems to do the trick. "We should take this slow," I say. "We don't have to do this today." "I want to!" he gulps. "I feel like I've been waiting for this my whole life! But I'm afraid of what might happen. It might hurt, and I might scream out like a little girl." "Wouldn't have been the first time I've made a dude scream like a little girl," I continue to giggle and kiss him. "And worse... I'm like... clean right now, but what if I... shit on your dick? I think I'd die of embarrassment!" "Wouldn't be the first time for that, too," I say, rubbing the top of his head. "Really?" "Yeah, this is real life... and that happens sometimes... but it's no big deal, you just wash it off." "I want you to love it. I want you to be going crazy inside of me... and I want you to have the best orgasm of your life," he says, staring into my eyes. "I will love it, and it will be perfect. The first time, though... might hurt." "It won't hurt if I know it's making you feel good," he stares lovingly into my eyes. I love this kid so much. "C'mon, let's get in the shower." I grab his hand, and he complies with a big smile. I have a huge shower in my bathroom, and it has a stone shelf where you can sit and relax and just let the hot water wash over you. It's my favorite place to hang out when I'm coming down from a high. Kel and I throw off our clothes in the bathroom, and I turn on the water, as we climb in. "Oops, forgot the lube," I say, running back to the bedroom on my tiptoes. "Yeah, I think I'll need lots," he says, taking a deep breath as I return. "This is a really good kind. It's water-based." "FUCK! I just wish I could get that first few seconds over with! I know it will be great after that." "Just c'mere," I say, and pull him down to sit in my lap. "Gimme a kiss. It'll help." I open my mouth and I kiss him as tenderly as possible, reassuring him with my movements that everything will be okay. I feel his nerves continue to tense him up even more. "Not today, little bro," I say quietly, stroking his hair. "It's just not a good idea." He looks into my eyes and takes a deep breath. He reaches for the bottle of lube, uncaps it and drizzles it all over my dick. "Are you sure? I swear, I don't think my dick has ever been harder," I chuckle. "Mine too," he says, grasping his shaft with a big smile. "Put some lube on your two fingers and press some up inside of you. That should help, too." Kel does as directed and puts his arms around my shoulders. He stares directly into his eyes, and I know he's ready. "Just tell me... any time you want to stop or have me take it out," I say, taking a deep breath. "I love you, Austin. Thank you," he says softly and then kisses my lips. "I love you, too, little bro." I guide my dick to his hole. I press it firmly up against it, feeling his pucker... but I don't go further. He nods and smiles. He slowly presses himself down onto my dick, and my cockhead eventually slips in. "Ahh!" Kel gasps. "Okay?" I ask. "Feels good," he grunts. "Yeah, it really does," I say, giving him a kiss. With his mouth open and tongue roaming around mine, I feel him slowly lower himself a little more. As my dick slides further inside of him, he moans. He seems to be loving the sensation. I'm loving it, too. "Can you take it the rest of the way?" I grunt. "Yeah," he whispers and then takes another deep breath. He bites his lips as he applies the last bit of pressure and he quickly slips the rest of my dick inside of him. "AAH!" "Does it hurt?" I gasp. I try not to moan, but his ass feels so amazing. It feels like he's giving my dick a warm, loving hug... it's so much different than the other guys I've fucked. "NO!" he grunts, throwing his head back. "What is it?" "I'm gonna CUM!" he gasps, looking back down at his dick. "Really?" I wrap my hand around his shaft and give it a slight tug. A big rope of cum blasts me in the face and splatters all over my mouth. "Holy shit!" I lick my lips and taste the delicious boy spunk. Realizing it's not over, I quickly open my mouth as wide as I can and try to jerk some more into it. I manage to get a couple of nice jets to coat my tongue, and I savor them as I watch Kel squirm in ecstasy on my lap. "Auuuu...stin," he moans. He doesn't seem to be disappointed anymore from his quickness. "Yeah, little bro," I say, continuing to lick around my lips, hoping there's some more spunk that I missed. "Oh fuck, now I'm gonna cum!" "Austin!" he gasps, and then plants his lips on mine. I place my hands on his hips and carefully rock him slightly, back and forth on my lap without fucking him, as I unload my built-up jizz deep inside of him. I moan into his mouth, enjoying the amazing orgasm that he wished for me. After more kissing, I pull back and look into his eyes. We sit still with a couple of seconds of intense connection, and then both erupt into laughter. I kiss any part of his body that I can reach with my lips as we continue to giggle. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind for our first time, but it was fuckin' hot." I say, rubbing my hands around his body. "Totally," he says, licking up some of his cum off my face. "Damn... I taste good!" "Fuck yeah, you do!" I kiss him, trying to steal any cum that he just found. "You just made me cum harder than I ever have before!" "No way! You're just sayin' that," he smiles, loving the compliment. "Best... by MILES!" I proclaim proudly. "I'm gonna... believe you," he smiles and then kisses me deeply, "but that's just the beginning of what I'm gonna make you feel." "How do YOU feel?" I ask, pulling back and stroking his hair. "Relieved... amazing... fuckin' horny!" he giggles, kissing me again. "How 'bout you?" His question stuns me. How am I feeling? I have no idea. "I dunno," I say, puzzled. "I've never felt like this before." "What do you mean?" He looks at me with concern. "Usually, when I'm done fucking a guy, I just want to get away from him. I want him to leave, and I want to go to sleep." "Is that how you feel about me right now?" he asks, uneasily. "No WAY!" I kiss him over and over. "Not at all!" "Then what?" "I feel... I feel like you're mine... and I have to protect you," I say, realizing the sensation and mood as the words come out of my mouth. "My protector... I love it!" he giggles. "Yeah." The thoughts swirl around my head, trying to sort themselves out. "What the FUCK was I thinking?" I cup my hands around my eyes, but Kel pries them away. "What?!?" he asks, trying unsuccessfully not to laugh. "I let you SMOKE! I let you drink and fuckin' smoke pot and do whatever-the-fuck!" "So?" "No more! That shit is so bad for you. No more for either of us!" "Okay," he smiles. "Whatever you want. I only did that stuff cuz you did." "I'm such a terrible big brother," I slap my forehead again. "You're the BEST big brother," Kel twitches his eyebrows and squirms around on my dick. "From now on, we're eating healthy together... and we're working out together. We're eating organic and we're gonna take care of our bodies." "Okay... but we have to have street tacos sometimes," he smiles adorably. "Okay street tacos sometimes," I kiss him all over his face. My dick is fully hard again, and I notice that Kel looks like he's ready to have another cum eruption. "Austin," he becomes serious, and I look steadily into his eyes. "Yeah?" "Now that your dick is inside of me... let's just leave it in there, okay?" he smiles, as if he's really asking me. "Sounds good to me!" I stand up, and Kel holds onto me by wrapping his arms around my shoulders and his legs around my back. My hard dick doesn't budge inside of him, and I know there's no way it's slipping out. "I think it's time I took you to bed." "I think so, too," he says, softly. I walk us carefully out to the bathroom counter, where I grab a towel and quickly try to dry Kel off while he giggles and continues to kiss me. He takes the towel and brushes it around me a few times, but he's too concentrated on the kissing to dry me off much. I hug him tightly as we make our way back to my bed, still completely connected. I carefully lower him onto my mattress as I climb on top of him, not letting my dick slip a millimeter. I finally pull the soft blanket over my back and completely cover both of us except our heads. The warmth of the blanket eases the chill of my wet skin, and I feel the unmistakable sensation of complete perfection. I look into Kel's eyes, and I know he's never been happier in his entire life. I pass the point of no return, and I feel the cum quickly climbing up my shaft. "Austin, make love to me," Kel whispers. "I love you, little bro," I say before descending into the perfect kiss, while orgasmic waves of pleasure reach every inch of my body... every part capable of feeling or sensing. Kel has brought me to another level of sexual pleasure... another ten levels. This is what it feels like to have sex with someone you love. As my orgasm dissipates, I pick up a slow thrusting motion and give Kel exactly what he wants. I kiss him deeply and concentrate on his moans... trying to rub my dick against his magic spot. He responds, lifting his head to kiss me more wildly, thrashing his tongue around inside my mouth. I continue my motions, very slowly, losing all track of time and everything around us... completely focused on loving Kel with everything I have. I feel the singular, completely connected feeling again as another series of cum-gushes erupt deep into Kel's insides. I continue thrusting, aiming for one more cumshot, but my limitations are reached with a thud. The soft blanket over our bodies suddenly becomes scorching and suppressing, and I know I'm defeated. I use my remaining strength to roll off of Kel and throw the blanket to the floor with one final heave. "Need water," I gasp, and try to plant my feet on the floor. Luckily, I have a small fridge in my room, which I keep stocked like the most lavish hotel mini-bar. I stumble over to it and take out two bottles of Fiji. I hear Kel panting heavily on the bed, and finally turn around to see him. His arms and legs are spread out, and he's staring up at the ceiling. "You alright?" I chuckle, my senses returning after downing half of the bottle of water. He turns to me, reaching out for his water. His eyes are red and welling up with tears. "Austin, you made my life. You made my LIFE!" He yells out the last word as tears track down both cheeks. The sight of Kel crying hits me hard inside, and a huge wave of guilt overtakes me. I drop to my knees and plant my face onto the edge of my bed, trying to hide my tears. "I'm so sorry!" I try to stifle a sob, but it's no use. I groan into the bed as the awful feeling spreads throughout my body, reaching the places that so recently were rocked with orgasmic pleasure. "Don't you DARE apologize!" Kel grabs my arm roughly and squeezes as hard as he can. "Don't you FUCKING DARE apologize for what you just did!" He spits with rage, and I look up at him. I've never seen him so angry. "No, not that!" I smile through my tears, trying to calm him. "I should have known! I should have fucking known all this time... I should have known, like you." "What?" he asks, still not getting it. His tears continue to flow, and we both take on the task of drying them. "I should have known all along... that I'm gay! I wasted those years of my life with Hunter! I could have been with you! I SHOULD have been with you... the whole time! I should have been giving you what you needed all of those years. I don't mean...." "Austin-" he smiles and sniffles, his tears finally drying up as the redness slowly disappears from his face. "I don't mean that the fifteen-year-old me should have been fucking the eleven-year-old you, but at least I could have been there for you! We could have kissed and cuddled and slept together and loved each other... okay, there would've been some dick-licking, too, but that would've been all!" "Austin," he laughs. "I think we need some bro-time... but this time, I get to be the bro in the back, and I get to hold you." "Sounds good!" He scoots back and props my pillows against the headboard. I position myself between his legs and lean back against him. I notice how gooey he still is from his own orgasms, and I see the sticky remnants of them all over my own abs. "How many times?" I say, pointing to his cum before scooping up some with my finger and licking it off. "A few," he giggles bashfully. He rubs my shoulders and kisses my ear and cheek. I rub his legs, waiting for his explanation. "So make me feel better!" I giggle, loving his hot breath in my ear. "Oh yeah." He squeezes me around the chest, continuing to kiss my ear. "I got distracted by your body." "I'm getting distracted by yours, too." Damn this kid has sexy legs. "Anyways," he laughs. "Austin, I wouldn't change a single second of my life." "Really? All that time with Hunter, I could've been with you." "If you started out with me, and we were together through your high school years, you would've had to leave me to go to college. You would have to live your life, and I would've had to let you go. You would have to have fun and find out if there was someone out there for you. I would have had to let you go, and I would have had to accept it. It might have killed me, though." "Dude," I chuckle. "This way, you've gone out there... you've lived life. You've had girls and guys. You've had relationships and sex. You've figured things out. And after all that, you've chosen to be here with me... right now... making love to me. I wouldn't change a thing." He kisses me all over my neck and face. "I dunno, little bro," I say as Kel goes back to rubbing my shoulders. "Once I had you, I don't think I coulda ever given you up." "Mmm... you always know how to make me melt inside," he whispers and kisses my ear and cheek. "By the way, Austin... you TOTALLY could've fucked the eleven-year-old me." "No way," I giggle. "I wouldn't have understood a lot about sex, but being close to you... in that way... and making you feel intense pleasure... Mmmm... I woulda fuckin' loved that." "Next life, then." "Deal." His hands roam all over my body, and I close my eyes, drifting into dreamland. Suddenly I hear a sigh... and not a good one. "What the fuck was that?" I ask, laughing. "Nothing, close your eyes," he says, purposely massaging more vigorously. "No way!" In one quick move, I flip our positions and squirm behind him, now wrapping my arms around him. "What's going on?" "It's nothing," he says, but I can hear something in his voice. "You have to tell me, or no more cocks in butts!" "LOTS MORE cocks in butts!" he protests. "You have to tell me everything that's going on. That's what bro-time is all about!" "You're right... bro-time really does make me feel amazing, and I do feel like I could tell you anything... but this has been such a perfect morning, and I want to have a perfect day... and I don't want to bring up stupid shit that will taint it." "Now you have to tell me!" "It's just what happened yesterday... I had meetings 'n stuff." "I totally forgot! I was so focused on us... I forgot to ask you what happened!" "Cliff took me to this meeting. These people are shooting a show. It's kind of a TV version of 'High School Musical'." "So there's singing and dancing?" "Yeah, once an episode, everyone starts singing, and suddenly, there will be twenty or thirty kids dancing a big choreographed number." "I didn't know you could sing and dance." "Well, I've been working a lot on that this year. I took a lot of classes since I was being home-schooled." "You were HOME-SCHOOLED this year? No one told me! Wait... MOM home schooled you?" I laugh raucously. "No... that would've been unbearable," he giggles. "I took my high school classes online in the mornings, and then I'd eat lunch and take a nap... then I'd go to my real classes in the afternoons and evenings." "What did you take?" "Umm... voice lessons and guitar... I stopped doing guitar; I just couldn't pick it up. Also, I took ballroom, ballet and hip-hop classes... and some acting classes and seminars." "You took ballet?" "If you're picturing me in pink tights and a tutu, you're way off." "I wasn't... but I am now," I kiss his ear. "Ballet for dudes is all about strength and balance... and trying to be graceful while you're being strong and balanced." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, all of my muscles... little as they may be... are because of ballet." "That's really cool. I wish someone woulda told me. I would've come home for your recitals." "I didn't do any recitals. It wasn't about that. It was about prepping for a career." "Oh wait!" I stop rubbing for a second. "I know why you didn't want to dance in any recitals. If you made it big time, you didn't want any old videos of the fifteen year-old Kel out there before he was famous, dancing in some amateur ballet recital!" "QUIT FIGURING ME OUT EXACTLY!" Kel shouts as we laugh and squirm and kiss. "So, tell me more about this show." "It sounds lame, but with the right people, it could really take off. Anyway, they already filmed the pilot, but most of the actors were really inexperienced. Cliff told me that it was a complete fucking mess. The show got picked up, but they were looking to recast some parts, so he took me to meet a casting director for the show." "And?" "And it went pretty well. The casting director took me to meet some of the writers...." "And?" "And that went pretty well, too." "What aren't you telling me?" "Well, the part that Cliff wanted me to audition for... the character's name is Nick Strand." "Hmmm... Nick Strand," I ponder it, placing my index finger on my chin. "Yeah, it's the surfer kid. Apparently, 'strand' is German for beach." "Ahh." "Yeah, he's like... the carefree surfer kid... surfing all afternoon and on weekends... then clumsy, goofy, and always falling asleep in school." "And adorable," I add. "So, the writers met me... and at the end of the meeting, they said they were going to rename the character, Kel Strand." "Are you shitting me?" "No... I guess I got it," he shrugs. "Can you imagine? Me... the kid who's terrified of the ocean... surfing?" "Maybe that's something we can work on together," I hug him tightly. "I promise, no more jellyfish." "I might need you to help me conquer my fears." "I'll be there for you... whatever you need." I hug him tightly, and he turns his head to give me a kiss. It progresses quickly, and he suddenly flips over into reverse bro-time. We tongue each other, working up two fresh boners, but then I realize I never really found out what's wrong. "Hey!" he frowns as I push him back. "You never told me what the sigh was from!" I smile, stroking his hair. "Oh yeah," he smiles. "I don't even know if I want it... the show, I mean." "Why the fuck not?" "Well, to be perfectly honest with you... all those acting and singing and dancing classes... and the whole showbiz thing...." "Yeah?" "It was all to get you to notice me." "You can't be serious." "I thought if I was able to get on TV or in a movie or something, you'd see me as someone else... you wouldn't see me as your little brother anymore... and I'd have a chance. But now, I have you. I have everything I've ever wanted. If I did this show, I'd be gone all the time!" "You have to do this! Do you know how many millions of people would kill for this chance?" "I know, I know," he sighs again. "I was supposed to go back today for more meetings, but I told them I already had plans. I have to go back tomorrow, though.... They want to reshoot some scenes they filmed with the old Nick Strand." "It will be so much fun. You'll learn a lot, and you'll be able to practice what you've already learned. You'll show everyone what you've got. This is just the beginning! I'll do whatever I can to help." "You really want me to do this?" "Yeah! I'll get to go to the market and see your face on the teeny-bopper magazines. I'll buy one, take it home and read it right here on this bed. I'll read about how much you care about the environment, and where you'd take your dream girl on your dream date. Then I'd realize that I'M your dream girl, and I'll turn the page to one of your pin-ups and I'll jerk off to it... and I'll get a couple of little drops of cum on the pages, and they'll stick together... and then-" "AUSTIN! You can't DO that!" he laughs, covering my mouth with his hands. "Why not?" I ask, with muffled laughter. "You can't jerk off to that magazine because when you get home from the market, I'LL be sitting on your dick!" "You promise?" I ask, trying to sound more serious. "Yeah," he nods, and then kisses me. "Seriously, though.... You'll be home every night, right? I mean... you're not filming in Chicago or Iceland or fucking Egypt, are you?" "No, I'll be home," he whispers. "You fucking BET I'll be home." "I'm glad that's settled," I smile with satisfaction. "Now, lemme settle my dick back inside of you." "Lie back," he smiles, devilishly. "I'm gonna ride you this time."