Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 22:46:31 EDT
From: Draginacht@aol.com
Subject: Waiting for Love 20

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real
people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read such
material must stop now.  This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive
solely for the enjoyment of its readers.

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Waiting for Love: Chapter 20


After the intensity of final exams of their sophomore year of college, Jack
suggested the boys spend a week at the cabin to unwind. That week proved to
be the beginning of the rest of their lives together. A few days before
leaving for the mountains, Tim asked his dad for a conference. They met that
evening in Jack's library.

"You sounded kind of serious when you called this afternoon. Is anything
wrong?"

"No, Dad, but it is serious. I think I'm ready to move to the next level in
my relationship with Mike. I don't want to pry into your private life with
Uncle Dave and I'm not afraid of striking out on my own. It's just that if
you've been there, I'd like to hear your advice. You see, I suspect I am more
like you in my relationship with Mike as you are with Uncle Dave. I'm the
top. Is that a fair conclusion?"

"That's fair, and it's correct."

"I have decided I would like to know what it's like to be the bottom. I want
to know what Mike is experiencing with me. Of course I know the mechanics of
the act but I also want it to be more than mechanical."

"Well... I'll share this with you. Dave and I switch occasionally. We both
like to express ourselves differently from time to time. It took me a while
to reach that point, over a year, in fact. And I experienced the same
interest that seems to be motivating you. I think that's healthy. It shows
the bond is getting stronger. Is that what you're asking?"

"Yeah, the bond IS getting stronger. I think Mike has always been more sure
than I have; I'm the slow one. Can you tell me how you did it, how you asked?"

"I remember it like it was yesterday." Jack smiled as visions of his first
penetration flooded his mind. Then he told Tim the story. Ironically, it also
happened at the cabin. Dave was the experienced one and was able to guide
Jack. Tim didn't have that luxury so Jack described  the maneuver in detail.
It was almost like passing a family secret from one generation to the next.
"Look, it may hurt at first but it will go away. You'll probably feel a
burning sensation as your skin stretches to accommodate Mike but just
remember what you did to him. He took you willingly, and I assume still does.
It's nothing you can't tolerate. And, I think you'll like it, I do." Jack's
story was pretty erotic and caused both men to get erections which they had
to adjust when they stood up at the end of the conversation. They both
laughed at the situation.

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When the young men arrived at the cabin, Tim's objective was clear and he
wanted to achieve it early in their stay. After dinner they were stretched
out on the sofa watching TV. Tim was stroking Mike's hair.

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever thought about switching positions?"

"You mean like me being on top, like me being inside you?"

"Yes."

"Sure! But I would never ask."

"If I asked, would you switch with me? Would you let me feel what you feel?
I'd sure like to know what it feels like to have you inside me."

"Lead the way, Love." Mike looked into Tim's eyes and their lips locked. They
stood up from the sofa and walked into the bedroom. Tim never used the other
bedroom, it belonged to his dad and Uncle Dave. Although they were quite
comfortable with the sex between them, this was different. There was a little
nervous tension of excitement about something new. What few clothes they had
on were quickly removed. Tim told Mike to get on the bed while he went to the
bathroom. Tim got on the bed and lay beside Mike. They started by kissing and
stroking then Tim took charge. He positioned himself between Mike's bent
knees and began kissing the inside of Mike's thighs from his knee to his
groin. He did Mike's right thigh first, then the left. At the end of Mike's
left thigh Tim placed his nose under Mike's scrotum and lifted his testicles.
He extended his tongue the licked Mike's perineum causing Mike to squirm and
moan loudly. Next he opened his mouth and slurped Mike's left testicle into
his warm, wet mouth. Mike always liked this part and told Tim he could do
that forever. After an appropriate amount of attention to Mike's jewels, Tim
began kissing and licking the length of Mike's shaft, carefully studying the
object that would soon be inside his rectum. Mike was much longer, over 8",
than he was but not as thick. Not exactly the pencil dick Uncle Dave once
referred to but not to far from it. Carefully and methodically Tim's lips
worked their magic up Mike's body, pausing at the nipples before reaching his
waiting lover's lips. Tim was now straddling Mike's hips with their cocks
nestled along side each other.

"If you'll reach between my legs and hold your missile steady, I'll align the
entrance and place you inside my silo."

Mike chuckled at such a graphic euphemism then said, "Haven't you forgotten
something?" He held up a condom packet.

Tim paused for a moment as he looked down at his love and said, "If you're
willing to be my partner for life, we don't need a condom."

A huge smile captured Mike's face as he tossed the unopened condom across the
room. With his right hand he separate the two penises and raise his to a
towering position. Tim had to look between his legs to gain an accurate
perspective of what he was doing and soon felt the tip of Mike's pole at his
entrance. Tim smiled at Mike and began applying pressure. The first few
centimeters of Mike's crown encountered no resistance. Then the burn started.
It wasn't bad. In fact, Tim liked the feel. When Mike's head popped through
Tim exclaimed, "Oh." It was more an expression of surprise than pain; there
was remarkably little pain. His dad's secret technique had worked. When in
the bathroom, Tim had lubed his hole and the inside of his ass cheeks and
thighs so Mike's cock would pick up the lube as it passed by on the way to
it's goal. Tim also opened his anus with his fingers, something he had been
working on recently in anticipation of this week. Tim straightened his body
and slowly lowered himself onto Mike's missile. When he reached the base the
two 'boys' grinned at each other, marveling at their accomplishment. Tim
lifted his hips withdrawing several inches of Mike's shaft, then settled back
to the base. He leaned forward and kissed Mike.

"On the count of three, lets roll to your right so you're on top. Try to stay
inside me." Mike nodded yes. "One, two, three." and they rolled over. Mike's
pole slid almost all the way out but when he got on top he slid back in at
such an angle that his glans applied intense pressure to Tim's prostate. The
response was immediate and loud.

"HHHHAAAAAAA!" Tim exclaimed as he arched his back and dug the back of his
head into the pillow. He recovered quickly. "Damn! Do I do that to you?"

"All the time. Isn't it great?"

"Love me Mike." With that request, the lovemaking began in earnest. It opened
a whole new dimension to their relationship. In Mike's first time inside his
partner he deposited a load of his sperm. Later, Tim would return the favor.
With plenty of time to focus only on themselves and reflect on their
relationship, Tim and Mike concluded they could not see a future apart. The
act of depositing their sperm inside each other seemed to solidify the
physical bond with an emotional one. They committed to each other and Tim
made plans to move in with Mike. The time had come to come out to Tim's
family.

They returned from the cabin Saturday afternoon and agreed to tell Jack and
Beth Sunday after dinner. The reaction they received was as good as they
hoped. Beth said she was disappointed Tim would not to be giving her any
grandchildren but she still loved him with all her heart. And she lovingly
welcomed Mike into the family. Jack just hugged him and told him loved him
greatly. Tim knew the rest of the story. Collectively they all kept Mike's
existence a secret. Tim and Mike never made any public display of their
affection; only selected close friends knew. Tim knew he would have to tell
Jim when he came home for the Christmas break. Jim would want to know why Tim
was no longer living at home. Tim waited for what he thought was the proper
time and told his dad and Uncle Dave what he planned. Jack assured Tim he
would be in the house when it happened because he was aware of Jim's attitude
toward gays.

At the selected time, Tim walked into Jim's room and sat on the edge of the
bed like normal. Jim looked up from his desk where he had been reading some
papers.

"Hi, Tim. What's up?"

"Jim, there's something I have to tell you. I hope you know how much I love
you and I've missed you while you are at school. We've been so close for so
long, when you left I had to learn how to live without you. I just hope
you'll continue to love me."

"Of course I love you. Who wouldn't? I've missed you a bunch too." Jim walked
over to the bed and sat down next to Tim, placing his arm around his
shoulder. "What is it you want to tell me?"

Tim looked his brother squarely in the eyes and said, "I'm gay." Just like
that. No fanfare, no buildup, just point blank, right between the eyes.

Jim's mouth flew open. He jerked his arm from Tim's shoulder so fast you
would have thought Tim registered 500 degrees. He quickly moved to the far
corner of the room, as far away from Tim as he could get.

"YOU'RE WHAT?!" Jim shouted. His face got red. He clenched his fists so tight
his knuckles were white. "How could you do this?!  I hate you! I don't
believe you! You're just saying that to make me mad! You know what I think of
faggots, queers! Get out of my room! Get out of this house! I never want to
see you again. I hate you! Go! Go!" Tim was already out the door. He walked
into his room, tears streaming down his cheeks, and ran into his father who
held and tried to comfort him. Tim appreciated what his father was trying to
do but it just wasn't enough to balance the pain and sting of his brother's
words. Tim left the house and went home to Mike.

Jack went into Jim's room. "You knew about this, didn't you?" Jim said
accusingly.

"Yes, I did. And I'm pretty pissed and disappointed that you could be so
cruel to your own brother. He loves you very much. Do you have any idea how
you just crushed him?"

"But he's GAY! How can I like someone like that? It's sick. I don't want to
be near him and if he comes into this house I'm leaving." Jack realized he
was much too angry and emotionally involved to engage Jim in a discussion on
this matter. He just turned and left the room.

"Dave, we have a terrible crisis here." Jack said when Dave answered the
phone. "Is there any possibility you might be able to do something?"

"I won't know until I try, Jack. I'll sure give it one hell of a try. Can you
send Jim over?" Dave also knew about Tim's plan so Jack didn't have to
explain a thing.

*******

"Hi, Uncle Dave." Jim said with a troubled smile on his face when Dave opened
the door.

"Come in here and give me a hug. It's been a long time and I've missed you,
you big lug." They hugged. Dave could feel Jim was a tight as a drum and he
only hugged back half-heartedly. "Let's get a beer and go out on the back
porch for a long over due visit. OK?"

"Lead the way." They passed through the kitchen to pick up the beers and
proceeded to the back porch. The conversation began on mundane things like
how was school and had he found the right lady yet then switched to football.

"Hey, how about your stats this year! Why, I'll bet..."

"Uncle Dave!" Jim interrupted him in mid sentence. "Tim's gay." Dave sat
there looking at Jim. He believed if he could calm Jim down he might be able
to talk to him. So, all of his responses had to be calm and quiet.

"Yeah, (pause) I know." Dave said solumnly.

"So! You know, Dad knows, Mom probably knows. Everyone knows but me. Why am I
kept in the dark? I go away to college and suddenly my brother decides he's
going to become GAY! I don't understand." Dave sat quietly, waiting for the
venom to flush. It seemed Jim might be more angry with the feeling he lost
his brother. "Why? How could he do this to me?" Tears were beginning to well
up in Jim's eyes. He stopped talking.

"Jim, remember when you broke your leg your sophomore year in high school?
Who was there to carry your books? And who helped you get dressed? And, who
waited on you hand and foot?"

"Tim." he said sadly, "but..." Dave put his hand up to stop him.

"When Tim broke his collar bone in that collision on the soccer field and was
writhing in pain. How did you feel?"

"I hurt. It hurt me to see him like that."

"Well, Tim has been in pain." Dave continued, speaking slowly and softly. "He
just hid it well. He didn't one day suddenly decide he was going to be gay,
he's always been gay. Gays don't choose to be that way. Who in their right
mind would choose to endure the pain and suffering of the hate and rejection
heaped upon them? The only choice a gay really has is whether to accept they
are gay or to try to live straight and hide their feelings. That runs the
risk of all kinds of emotional problems. Now, I'm going to say something else
and I want you to promise me you won't get angry. I just want you to try to
understand. Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"You provided great support for Tim. He leaned on you. When you left for
college his support was gone and he finally had to come to grips with his
inner feelings.  IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT! YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH TIM BEING
GAY! He was going to have to deal with it sooner or later. That just turned
out to be the time. It's obvious this troubles you a lot. Please believe me
when I tell you Tim loves you dearly. Some time I wish you could watch him
when he talks about you. You'd see what I mean. After you have thought about
Tim even a little bit you will realize how much you love him. I could never
reject someone I knew loved me. I ask you to reach deep down into your heart
and find the love for your brother that I know is there. You haven't lost
him, he needs you more than ever."

By the time Dave finished, Jim's head was buried in his hands; he was
sobbing. Dave moved over and sat beside Jim, placing his arm around Jim's
shoulder. Jim leaned into Dave and began crying heavily. Eventually, the
emotion subsided, Jim was all out of tears and he looked up at Dave.

"You are right, as usual, damn it. How can I apologize to him? Where can I
find him."

"I know where he is, do you want to come with me?"

"Yes." The sadness was heavy in his voice. They got in Dave's car and drove
to Mike's apartment. Tim opened the door, startled to see first his brother
then Uncle Dave. He stood still, not knowing what to expect but ready for
anything.

"Tim, forgive me! Please! I'm sorry!" Tears were streaming down his cheeks
again. Tim took him into his arms.

"You're my brother. There's nothing to forgive. I love you." And Tim was
crying. As they stood in the open doorway wrapped in each other's arms, Dave
moved so he was beside them and began to softly rub their backs just like he
had done when they were little boys. Finally, Tim moved away while holding
Jim at arm's length.

"There's someone I want you to meet." He took Jim by the hand and led him
into room. At that same moment, Mike entered from the bedroom. There seemed
to be a moment of recognition. Mike extended his hand.

"Hi, Jimmy." Mike said with a broad grin. He purposely used Jim's childhood
nickname for effect. Jim stood staring.

"I think I ought to know you!" Jim said questioningly as he kept on staring.
Tim, Mike and Uncle Dave were starting to giggle. Jim continued to stare at
Mikes eyes, nose, mouth, ears. EARS!

"MIKEY?!" Jim exclaimed. And with that, the other three roared with laughter.
Jim found himself in an embrace with Mike. Two old friends found again. After
the excitement subsided, Jim looked at Mike, then at Tim, then back at Mike.
They watched as the light bulb clicked on in Jim's brain.

"Yes! To answer your question, I am too." Mike said. Jim stood speechless
with his mouth hanging open. Dave had raided the fridge while the Jim and
Mike were greeting each other and shoved a beer in Jim's hand.

"Better fill that mouth with this before the flies get in there." The three
boys began talking nonstop. Dave said he had other things to do and asked Tim
if he would give his brother a ride home. Of course, he agreed. Driving home,
Dave called Jack on his cell phone and gave an abbreviated report, more to
follow.

The relationship between the three childhood friends became solid as a rock.
Jim got married and presented his mother with two grandsons and two
granddaughters. Uncle Tim and Uncle Mike remained committed to each other and
spoiled the grandkids rotten. After Tim's sophomore year, Dave, Jack, Tim and
Mike were invited to Chicago to meet with Nels. It seems Nels was interested
in offering Tim an internship in his LA office (all arranged by Dave,
naturally). Nels showed them around the Windy City, wining and dining them
like they couldn't believe. Tim eventually became a partner in Nels' firm and
was quite successful. Mike graduated with excellent grades and began writing.
He ultimately became a successful novelist of historical fiction.

One Fall, a forest fire burned the cabin to the ground. Jack, Dave, Tim and
Mike decided they should rebuild it just like it was, only with more modern
appliances. Dave and Mike got to put all their knowledge of building to good
use, much to Jack's and Tim's amazement. Plus, Dave made sure they used fire
retardant materials where possible. When the project started the men had to
sleep in tents. Of course, the men pared off naturally. The next morning Jack
went into the village and brought back coffee and roles. Mike watched as Jack
handed Dave a cup of coffee and then kissed him briefly and lovingly on the
lips like a married couple. Then both men turned and smiled at Mike. They had
just awarded him the ultimate family acceptance by trusting him with their
secret. He had pretty well figured it by then but he managed to look shocked
anyway. About that moment, Tim walked up from behind Mike, handed him a cup
of coffee and gave him the same type of brief, loving kiss. Everyone laughed
and Mike could not avoid blushing. At least now Mike didn't have to worry
about the sounds of lovemaking escaping the tent. When the cabin was far
enough along to use the bedrooms, but far from being complete, both bedrooms
were properly christened.

*******

A major grocery chain made Dave an offer he just could not refuse so he
retired at an early age as a multimillionaire. Dave finally tired of the home
repair business and retired, not quite as well off as Dave but still a
multimillionaire. After breast cancer stole their beloved Beth, the rock of
the family, Dave and Jack moved in together. At their age, they no longer
cared what people might think. They enjoyed the grandchildren, golf, travel
and the bedroom.

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My thanks to the Nifty Archive. I sincerely hope the readers have enjoyed
this story; it was a joy to write. It seemed to write itself. There were
times I actually didn't know where it was going. The characters seemed to
have their own ideas and I grew to like them very much. They allowed me to
say things I had no other way to say. I also hope the readers are able to
overlook some of the technical errors, research was limited.

Sincerely Draginacht