This story is a continuation of the story of Kevin Foley, Rick Mashburn, and their "sons," Tim Murphy, Kyle Goodson, and Justin Davis that started in "Tim" and continued in "Justin." It is about gay men and gay boys living and loving together as a family, and it contains descriptions of sex. The sex is never intergenerational. If you are offended by descriptions of gay sex, or if the law in your area forbids you to read them, please exit the story. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it. I appreciate feedback, and you can send it to me at brew_drinker23@yahoo.com.
--Brew Maxwell
Kyle, Part 1
Chapter 5
(Kyle's Perspective)
Summer ended way too soon. It always does, but that year we had to be back in school on damn August 8th. I couldn't believe it when they told us that before the old school year had ended, and I was even more pissed about it the faster that date started coming around. A lot happened in the summer, too. Tim and I got a new brother, Justin Davis, a real shit-kicking redneck from some place in Alabama. He was pretty cute, and all, but he was really a prick at first. He even got mad when he found out Tim and I were gay because we hadn't let him blow us the day before. Jeez! I got him a job at the motel where Tim and I were working, and I came up with some bullshit job description that let me and Tim spend most of every day together. It was basically two jobs being done by three guys, and, if my dad hadn't been so busy buying his new resort that summer, he would have seen through that scam right away.
I lost it one Sunday morning, and I got so mad at him I wanted to beat the shit out of him for disrespecting Kevin and Rick and then disrespecting me and Tim. I held back, though, and I'm glad I did. Pretty soon, he started coming around when he realized he was stuck with us whether he wanted to be or not.
One of the things that happened that made Justin have a little more respect for us, I think, was a conversation we had with Kevin and Rick about sex. Mister Justin had been this whore, and guys used to fuck him, and he'd suck them off, all the time, for money. We started talking about gay sex, though, and Tim and I knew ten times more about it than he did. Hell, he didn't even know you got hard from kissing, or how to do the finger. Justin had been with a whole lot of guys, but he didn't know shit about sex compared to us.
And speaking of sex, me and my little sex monkey had us plenty that summer. We slept together every single night, just about, and we did sex every time. And the thing was, it kept getting better and better. We kept thinking up new stuff to do with one another, and it was always fun.
"Come over here," he said one time when he was in the bathtub at my house. I was naked and hard, just from watching him.
"What," I asked him.
He soaped up his hand and put it around just the head of my dick. He swirled it a few times, and then he concentrated everything on just the head. He never touched the shaft, like you would do if you were jerking a guy off. Just the head.
"Does that feel good," he asked after he had been doing it for about five minutes.
"Yeah," I said. "It feels like I'm really close, but I know I'm not going to shoot until you stroke it all the way up and down."
"I read on the Internet about doing this," he said.
Every now and then I would shudder a little bit because it felt so good. He would outline the head of my dick so gently with one finger that I could barely feel it, but it would make me think I was about to lose my load. Then he would use all of his fingers on it, like he was picking a strawberry or a fig or something. He kept doing it for a long, long time, and my dick was so hard it even sort of hurt a little. When I finally did shoot, the stuff hit the wall clear across the tub.
Another time I was inside Tim. He had sucked my dick a little while before, and I had shot my stuff in his mouth. I knew I was at a good angle because I could feel his prostate with the tip of my dick, and I was giving him everything I had. He was loving it, too, moaning and wagging his head back and forth on the pillow. All of a sudden he got stiff as a board, and his ass muscles clamped down on me inside him really hard. I pulled back a little bit, and I felt the ridge around the head of my dick slide over his sweet spot. I left it there and pulled up on his legs to put more pressure on the spot. He shot his juice like a geyser. But I didn't stop. I just made tiny movements inside him, rubbing against that place for all I was worth.
"Oh, my God, Kyle. Oh, my God," he said. He said it fast, like he never wanted it to stop. I knew he was feeling good.
Then it started again. He got really stiff all over, and he pumped out a second load. When I saw it happen, I popped off inside him. Whoa! That was really intense for both of us.
It wasn't always as good as those times, but it seemed like we both learned what the other one liked. A lot of times we didn't butt fuck at all. A lot of times we would just kiss--we always kissed, no matter what else we did--and rub on each other and suck each other's dicks or nipples or both. It was just so good to touch him, to feel him against me, to know that he was hard because of me and I was hard because of him.
It was during the summer that I decided that Tim was going to be mine forever. I knew we were young, too young, probably, but at some point I also knew I never wanted anybody else but him. We would both look at other boys and get hard and all, but I gradually got to realize that Tim was going to be my man for the rest of my life. And it wasn't just the sex, as good as that was. It was just him, all of him. We were Kevin and Rick's little brothers, but I think we were like them in the love we had for one another, too.
We had a big-ass storm at the beginning of September, and we all went to Dothan to escape. On the way there Tim and I saw an accident. I was driving, so I pulled off the road right after it happened. The car had gone off a low bridge into a creek or a bayou or something. The only thing I could think of was a movie I had seen one time at a scout meeting where almost the exact same thing happened. The boy in the movie didn't waste any time in getting in that water after that car. I did the same thing. I stripped down to my briefs and dove in.
It was like I was standing outside of myself watching me. The me that was standing watching was scared shitless, but the me in the water didn't have time to think about being scared. In the movie, the boy was with his friend, and the friend stayed on the bridge to help the victim out of the water. Well, that's exactly what Tim did. I pulled a girl out of the car, and then I had to go back to get her baby. Tim was so calm and so sure of what he was doing that he gave me courage. We had to revive the baby.
Everybody thought Tim and I were heroes, and we got a lot of publicity about it. Tim and I never really talked about it, though. To us it was just something we had had to do.
The coolest thing was we had to go to Tallahassee to get awards from the governor of the state. That was on a Friday, and we got our awards at a little ceremony at the state cabinet meeting. The meeting was at nine o'clock, so all of us--me and Tim, our parents, and Kevin and Rick--went over there the night before. Me and Tim had a hotel room to ourselves, and, yep, we made love Thursday night and Friday morning.
The assistant governor had called a few days before to make sure we'd be there. She wanted us to wear our scout uniforms to get the award. That was cool with us, especially since the stuff we had done to get the award we had learned in the scouts.
"Here, put these in your shirt pocket," I said, handing him a pack of cigarettes.
"No, I'm not doing that," he said. "I never carry cigarettes, and I'm damn sure not going to be smoking today. You know that."
"I know, but think about it. There we'll be, two little queers with cum still seeping out of our assholes, dressed in uniform, with a pack of cigarettes between our hearts and our Eagle badges as we're honored for bravery. Oh, this is too good, Babe," I said. "You've got to do this."
All of a sudden, I saw the devil in his eyes. Then he started grinning. Then I knew he would do it.
"God, I love you," he said. "How do you come up with this shit?"
"I don't know, but isn't it great? Isn't it, like, irony on irony on irony," I asked.
"Yeah, it is. But I don't have cum seeping out of my asshole," he said.
"I don't either. I meant that figuratively, not literally," I said.
He grinned and raised his arm to backhand me. I knew he remembered when I had made fun of him during the storm when he said something about figuratively and literally. Instead of hitting, me, though, he kissed me.
Later on, when we told Rick and Kevin what we had done, they both laughed so hard I thought they were going to pee their pants.
The ceremony was really cool. They gave us each a medal that we could wear in uniform, a certificate, and a thousand bucks. We both had plenty of money, but that was nice. The next day was the best, though. We were invited to be in the governor's sky box at the FSU-Georgia Tech football game. My dad was beside himself, getting to hob-nob with all the big shots and all, and he pretended he loved FSU, instead of the Florida Gators.
Kevin and Rick were pretty pumped about being there, too. There was a guy in that box who was about their age, and he was pretty flaming. He flirted with both of them during the whole game. It turned out he was a nephew or cousin, or something like that, to the governor.
The next big thing that happened was we met Chad. Oh, what a guy. We both wanted to like him because he was Sam's nephew, and we loved Sam. Kevin told us he was "a little effeminate" before we met him, but Kevin didn't know him yet, either. He was a lot effeminate. The thing that got me was he was wearing make-up when we met him. And I know that shouldn't bother me, but it did. I mean, Tim and I bleached our hair and got these things put in our tits, so we weren't all that different. But he was wearing lipstick and eye shit, and that just turned me completely off right on the spot. And he talked kind of funny, too.
He told us he was gay, and he said he knew Sam was gay and thought Fred probably was, too. He shit a brick when he found out Kevin and Rick are gay, and me and Tim are, too. But that kind of loosened him up a little. I had known a few guys like him, but maybe not to that extent. I hated it when jocks and other boys picked on those guys for no reason. I've always been pretty accepting of everybody, even if stuff they did sort of turned me off to them.
That was a Wednesday night when we met Chad. We had fun with him on Friday night, though, when they took us camping up in Marianna. He said in front of all those old guys that he didn't know squat about sex. When he said that, I thought to myself, Buddy, you ain't leaving here tonight without knowing what you need to know.
I made us go to our tent sort of early because I wanted me and Tim to have time to talk to him. All me and Tim were wearing was our shorts and our underwear, and we got rid of the shorts right away. It was pretty hot in the tent, but somehow just taking our shorts off helped us cool down a little.
"Take your clothes off, Chad," Tim said. "It's too hot to sleep in your clothes."
Chad looked like he was shy or something, so I said,
"Chad, we've already seen it, man. Don't you remember swimming with us Wednesday night? You've got a nice one. You're wearing underwear, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but now don't make fun, okay," he said. "Don't laugh when you see them."
"Okay, we'll try not to laugh," I said.
Me and Tim wear briefs, but they're the kind you have to pull down in front when you pee. They don't have a hole that you can get your dick through, and they're kind of smaller than regular briefs that have the pee hole. I think they call them sports briefs, or something like that. Chad was wearing something about the size of a postage stamp, though, and it was red trimmed in black. We didn't laugh when we saw them, but we wanted to.
It was way too hot to get into our sleeping bags, so we just lay down on top of them. I had a little battery lantern that gave enough light so we could see pretty good, but it wasn't bright enough to keep you awake if you happened to just drift off to sleep.
"Kyle," Chad said.
"What?"
"Never mind," he said.
"No, what," I asked.
"What did you start to say tonight after I said I don't know what I would do with a boyfriend?"
"I know what he started to say," Tim said. "He started to say we'll show you what to do."
Chad and I laughed, but Tim was right. That was exactly what I was going to say.
"Would you guys do that," Chad asked.
"No, we won't show you, but we'll tell you," Tim said.
"Okay. At least that's something," he said.
We told Chad a lot of stuff that night. We told him everything we could think of that Rick and Kevin had told us, and we told him some stuff they hadn't said but that we had figured out on our own. It didn't take long for all three of us to get big ole hard-ons.
Chad propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over toward us. Then he said,
"I've never seen an erection besides my own."
Me and Tim didn't say anything. I figured Chad wanted a peek, but I wasn't going to volunteer.
"Can I see yours," he asked kinda softly and shyly.
"You can see mine, but you've got to show me yours, too," I said.
"Me, too," Tim said.
"You go first," Chad said.
I got up on my knees, and my dick was sticking so far out it pulled my underwear away from my stomach and I could see the top of it. I pulled my briefs down, and Chad sort of made a little sound, like he was surprised or something.
"You next," I said to Chad.
"What about Tim," he asked me.
"He'll be after you," I said. I wasn't going to let this guy see everything and then not show us what he was packing, that's for sure.
He slowly got up on his knees like I was, and he pulled down his underwear. His dick was just like mine and just like Tim's when his skin was pulled all the way back. It wasn't quite as big as ours were, but it wasn't that much smaller, either.
Tim knelt down and showed his stuff.
"Can I touch them," Chad asked.
I figured that was next, and I had already decided I'd let him if he asked.
"Okay," me and Tim said at the same time.
He put his hand around my dick. He did it real gentle, like he was afraid he'd hurt me if he put too much pressure on it. His hand felt good. Then I knew what was going to happen next, too. He started stroking us. He did it pretty good, but Tim had to stop him to show him how he liked it, using his foreskin. It didn't take us long, as sexed up as we were that night.
Tim took Chad's dick into his hand. "Babe, do the finger," Tim said.
We made Chad lay down on his back and spread his leg. I got out some lube and squirted some on my finger. I found his place right away when I stuck it in him, and he sort of squirmed a little when I did that. Then Tim started stroking him. Chad turned out to be a noisy little fucker, too, moaning and groaning.
"Not so loud," Tim said, and Chad muffled his voice.
It didn't take Chad long at all to get off. When he shot, his ass clenched so hard on my finger I thought he had broken it. He didn't, though.
We gave him some tissues to clean up, and me and Tim wiped off the little bit of stuff we had gotten on us.
"Was that the first time anybody did that to you," Tim asked.
"That was the first time anybody even touched me," he said. "Thank you. It was wonnnnderful."
"No problem, dude," I said. "That means you're not a virgin anymore. You're a man, just like the rest of us."
Chad did something cute. His eyes got huge, and he put his hand over his mouth. We all laughed.
"Chad, Tim and I hadn't talked about doing this tonight, but I think we both wanted to help you out. I don't do stuff with other guys unless Tim is right there doing it with me, and I don't do any ass fucking or cock sucking with anybody but Tim. Alone."
"The same for me, Chad," Tim said.
"I don't get what you mean," Chad said.
"Well, me and Tim are in love, and we belong to each other. What we just did was playing around, just having fun, and we don't mind doing that with guys we like. But when we have sex, we make love, and we don't do that with anybody but each other," I said.
"I understand. I just feel so honored you did what you did, Kyle," Chad said.
"It was fun, Chad. I'm tired. Let's go to sleep," I said. We didn't bother putting our underwear back on, and I went to sleep pretty fast.
The next morning we wrapped towels around ourselves to go over the the shower house. It was pretty close to where we were camped, so it didn't take us long at all to get there. There were two boys around our age and a man who might have been their dad. The boys scoped us out pretty good when we took our towels off, but I didn't mind. They really checked out Tim good, though, because of that foreskin he has. The dad left a minute after we got there, and he told the boys to hurry up. They didn't, though. They wanted to get in as much as possible. Tim put on a show for them, too, pulling his skin back and then stretching it out away from the head of his dick. One of the boys started getting hard, but that could have just been because he was a kid. They both hurried up when that started happening.
The three of us laughed hard when they were out of the building.
Tim and I cooked breakfast for everybody on a gas grill we had brought. We made scrambled eggs, bacon, and biscuits in a frying pan that had a lid. It's easier to make them like that in a fire, but we didn't need a fire, as hot as it already was. People from the north always think Florida is a wonderful place because it never gets very cold there, but they don't know just how terrible the heat is.
When we were all sitting at the table, Rick said,
"What was all that talking and laughing about in your tent last night, guys? It sounded like y'all were having fun or something. That's not like y'all, Tim and Kyle."
He was teasing us because having fun was what we did the most of.
"We had some teaching to do," I said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Chad, did they teach you how to be a horny little boy like they are," Rick asked.
"I already knew how to be horny," Chad said. "I needed them to teach me what to do about it."
Everybody really laughed hard when he said that.
Rick raised his eyebrows at me. If anything happens or goes wrong, he always thinks I'm the one responsible for it, never Tim. A lot of times I am responsible, but Tim does his share of stuff, too.
"Are we going to have any elaboration," Rick asked.
I waved my middle finger back and forth a little, and only Rick could see it. He gave me the "okay" sign, but I was the only one who could see that.
We had a real good time the rest of the weekend. We couldn't decide if we wanted to ride horses or rent canoes, so we rode horses on Saturday and rented canoes on Sunday. We went into the cave, too, and that was pretty awesome. By the end of that weekend, Chad and me and Tim were good friends. We didn't do any sex Saturday night, even though I wouldn't have minded, but we were so tired when we went into our tent that we all just went right to sleep.