Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 17:55:34 +0000 (UTC) From: JoshRJosh Subject: gay male incest a brothers love (2) part 13 Please do not read if you are not of legal age or if this material is illegal where you live. This story belongs to JoshR. Copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved. Nifty.org is a great site and it is FREE and run by a dedicated person who gives of his time and energy. Please DONATE. Oh yeah, and thank you for the kind emails. They are very much appreciated. A Brother's love (2) part Thirteen We agreed not to exchange gifts to save money. Christmas eve afternoon we decided to try making pizza from scratch. It probably would have been cheaper and a lot easier to buy a pizza, but we thought it would be fun. We found a recipe on line, went to the grocery store and bought what we need. This was going to be either the best pizza or the worst we've ever had. Or maybe it would be just unmemorable pizza. We mixed the flour, water and yeast in a bowl. It said we had to need the dough. We went on line. I watched David dump the dough out on the table. Standing naked over it, he began pressing his fingers into it. The table moved. "Press against the table." I stood and put my weight against one side of the table while he needed the dough. I laughed. He looked at me. "Do you think that's the way they do it in Italy. Naked and with their dicks swinging." He glanced down at his cock. He chuckled. "Good thing you shave your pubes or there might be hair in the dough." He looked at me and shook his head. "Then I'd be picking it out of my teeth." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. We followed the directions and were surprised when it actually worked. It doubled and got puffy. We pressed it into a cookie sheet they had and put sauce and seasonings (salt, pepper, garlic powder and oregano, which we had never heard of) on it and covered it with a lot of mozzarella cheese and spicy Italian sausage. Matt loves Italian sausage on pizza. We put it in the oven and waited. The smell made my mouth water. I love pizza. Doesn't everyone? We kept checking it. "It would be so fucked if we got this far and then burned it," he said. Finally it was done. "We have to wait for it to cool. That cheese is like molten lava." We sat at the table and stared at it. I cut a big slice, put it on my plate and stared at it. "Damn, it smells good." I kept sticking my finger in the cheese. "It's good," I said. I bit into it. "Oh wow, it is so good." He bit into a slice. "Ah, this sausage is spicy," I said and laughed. "It's so good." "I think I can taste that oregano we put on. It's good." We couldn't eat it all. We cut it up and put it in the refrigerator. We got on the sofa, him first and then me, covered ourselves with a blanket and watched TV. It wasn't long before we were on the floor head to toe, sucking each other. We moved, I gave him head, then he gave me head and then back to sixty-nine. We were at each other for over an hour. I licked his balls. I kissed and licked the area between his ball sac and his butt crack. I felt an incredible urge to lick his butt hole but backed off. Instead, I licked my fingers, wet his hole and then pressed my finger in. He arched his back and moaned. I took his cock in my mouth. He thrust downward several times. I felt his prostate firming. I moaned knowing I'd be receiving his cum. He moaned. His body shook above me and then I felt his cum exploding into my mouth. I moaned and swallowed. I took my finger from his ass. "Oh fuck, Josh." Neither of us moved. His cock remained in my mouth. I listened to him breathing hard. I heard him spit. I lifted my legs. He slid a finger into my butt hole and began sucking my cock. His balls rested on my face. I pressed my face into them, kissed and licked them. I sucked one testicle into my mouth and closed my lips over it. As I got close, I took his cock into my mouth and moaned. My body went into climax, my eyes rolled in my head and he took my load. He turned around, put his face close to mine and smiled. He lay on me. We held each other. The next morning we went to a grocery store and bought several bunches of flowers. "When we get home, you have to call home." "Really? I have to call home. Don't you have to also.? "No. And I won't suffer for not calling. You will." He looked at his watch. "If you call right now, they'll be in church. Call and leave a message." "You always have to play the role of big brother, don't you?" "Shut up and call." I did. I left a message and hung up. He said, "You said Mom and Dad." "Yeah, so." "You have a sister, remember her." "I try not to." "Josh. What she did she did to me, not you. I don't need you to fight for me. And besides I've put it aside. I'm fine with Sarah." "So be fine with her. I don't tell you who to be fine with and who not to be fine with." "If you can't open your heart to your own sister, your twin," "Open my heart? Really? Given the chance she'd stick a knife in it." "Grow up." "Fuck you." I walked away mumbling. "All that church shit rubbed off on you." He glanced at me. "Remember what happened to the last love everybody and father forgive them. They crucified him." "Keep it up cum breath." I blew into my hand and smelled it. "Cum breath my butt hole." When we got back to the apartment, he and I arranged the flowers and made a big bouquet. "Let's not be angry," he said. "You're right. Your relationship with Sarah is your relationship." "We're good," I said. Our disagreements never lasted more than a few minutes. When Matt picked us up and saw the flowers, he said, "You didn't have to do that. She's going to love them, but you didn't have to." We arrived at his house. Wow, I thought. It was on a large lot. It had an electronic gate and a long driveway. David had asked what we should wear. Matt said, "it's like jeans and tee shirt." I was glade we had clean jeans on and a long sleeve shirt and nice shoes. I had to borrow a shirt and a pair of shoes. We walked into a big entryway that overlooked the living room, but no one was in it. I looked around. Matt said pointing to the left, "That way is all the bedrooms." We walked to the right. There was a very large kitchen, a dinning room and a family room. "Ah, everyone," Matt called out. Everyone looked our way. "These are my friends, David and Josh. They're brothers." People stood and walked toward us. Matt said, "David is a sophomore on the swim team that I'm on. Josh is his brother. He's in high school but coming here in Sept. He'll be on our swim team too." A woman walked toward us. David said, "Hi Mrs. Patrona." He handed her the bouquet of flowers. "David, they're beautiful. I'm so glad you're here." David shook hands with a man. Mrs. Patrona said, to me, "Please be comfortable in our home. We are very happy to have you here." "Thank you. Whatever you are cooking smells so good. My mouth is watering." She smiled. "He's hungry. Good, we're about to sit down for the antipasto." Matt said to me, "This is my dad, Dr. Patrona." We were taken around the room and introduced to everyone. It was a bit overwhelming but everyone was kind and gracious. We sat a huge table. Mrs. Patrona, her mother and daughter brought out platters of Italian cheeses, Italian meats, tomatoes, peppers and Italian bread. I watched what everyone was doing. I was sitting near Matt's older brother, Anthony. He leaned over and said, "Okay, so I take it you're not Italian." "No." "So, you have to pace yourself. This is like to nibble on. There are four or five more courses to come." "Really?" "Yeah, we start at noon and stop at about seven." I laughed. I put on my plate what he put on his. I thought they would make sandwiches, but they didn't. They ate the salami and Italian ham and cheeses and tomatoes with forks and took bites out of the bread. Everything was fantastically good. We sat and talked. Then they cleared the table. I got up to help. "Just sit," Mrs. Patrona's mother said. "I'd really like to help," I said standing. Matt got up also. Most of the men, including David, went into the media room to watch a football game. In the kitchen, leftovers were being put away. I noticed two big pans of pasta with sauce on them. I said, "Is this macaroni?" "Its lasagna," Mrs. Patrona said. "It goes in the over now." "Oh wow, I've heard about it, but I've never had it." Everyone in the kitchen turned and looked at me. Matt said, "Really?" Grandma Patrona said, "You poor boy. Where are you from?" Everyone laughed. We cleaned up and talked. I saw the lasagna go into one oven, then Mrs. Patrona opened the other oven and started basting a turkey. I said in disbelief after seeing the lasagna, "A turkey?" "Yes. We always have a turkey on Christmas?" "Are more people coming?" Everyone laughed. "No," Mrs. Patrona said, "We eat like this, but only on holidays." There were six or seven of us in the kitchen, cleaning and talking. Matt's brother, Anthony, came into the kitchen and said, "Obama said he's not for gay marriage but for civil unions." Mrs. Patrona said, "Hilary isn't any better, but either of them will be better than any Republican they put up. But don't forget her husband didn't do us any favors by signing DOMA into law, and that don't ask don't tell bullshit." She looked at me. "Sorry for my French, and it's Christmas." I smiled. "You speak French." Anthony said, "You should hear her when she gets started. She'd embarrass a sailor." "Now don't tell him that," Mrs Patrona said. "I don't want him to think I'm vulgar until he gets to know me and likes me." We laughed. I couldn't believe how comfortable everyone was with just speaking up. Anthony said to Matt, "Don't worry brother, someday you'll be able to get married." Matt looked at me and said, "I'm gay." I nodded. "Ah, David told me. I think it's cool that you tell people." Mrs. Patrona's mother said, "If I could have been, I would have been gay." We laughed. "Mom, really?" Mrs. Patrona said rolling her eyes. "Yes. I think I woman's body is beautiful. Nice and curvy. And her vagina is pretty just like a butterfly. A man's body is ugly that hairy thing hanging down. And those balls. God they are so ugly." "Oh My God," Matt said. "Grandma, we have company." My face was burning hot and I was laughing hard. Anthony said, "And besides, Matt likes that big hairy thing. Don't you?" "The bigger the better." "Change the subject," Mrs. Patrona said. "You're embarrassing this poor boy." Matt said, "My mother and father are members of P-FLAG." "I am too," his brother said. "What's that?" I said. Mrs. Patrona said, "It's an organization of parents and family members of lesbian and gay people. We fight for LGBT right." I suddenly felt a wave of sadness wash over me and didn't know why. "Oh, cool," I said. I thought about my parents belonging to an anti-homosexual religious group working against gay rights. My stomach ached. I felt sad, maybe overwhelmed. Grandma said, "I belong too. We're a P-fag family." "Grandma, flag, you know like you wave," Matt said. Mrs. Patrona looked at me and smiled. "She tries. And yes she is a member. We all marched in a parade last June." "Cool," I said. I felt my throat tightening and still wasn't sure why. Matt looked at me and said, "David told us that your parents are pretty conservative, I guess this must shock you." "Yes, they are very conservative. And no I'm not at all shocked," I said. Then my lips started trembling. I felt tears floating on my eyelids. Mrs. Patrona said, "Are you okay? Did we offend you?" Tears fell. Everyone was looking at me. "No. It's just, my father hates gay people and," I wiped tears away. "And I'm gay. But no one knows. I mean, David knows, but no one knows." Mrs. Patrona put her arms around me. I put mine around her. I said, "I'm sorry." "Why?" "I ruined your Christmas." "No you didn't. Not at all." Anthony said, "Some one cries here on every holiday. It's usually Matt because I ate the last Cannoli." Chuckles. Matt said, "I cried when I started telling people. It's kind of an emotional release thing. Years of all that fear and tension." David walked into the kitchen. "Hey," he said. Then he stopped and stared at me. "What happened?" "He told us he's gay," Matt said. "My mother was just welcoming him to the family. And you missed the part where my grandmother wants to be a lesbian." I laughed. "Good for you," David said to me. "You're finally figuring out who you can tell. He just recently came out to me. He was afraid I'd reject him." Grandma handed me a glass of wine. "It's Chianti, it makes you happy. Drink. Later we'll sing Italian songs. I'll teach you the words." She looked at David and said, "My grandson is gay too." David smiled, "He told me." She looked at me and said, "Drink. You know my grandson is very smart, and he's good looking don't you think?" Matt said, "Grandma. No more Chianti for you. You're getting too happy." "Are you okay?" Mrs. Patrona asked me. I nodded. "You're very welcome here." She looked at David. "No more holidays in your apartment." "Thank you," he said. I sat beside Anthony at the table. He said, "Don't feel awkward. I promise they're all a bit crazy, but they're wonderful." I nodded and felt sad again. I figured out that it was that I wished my parents were like this, crazy and wonderful. "Oh my God," I said. "This lasagna is fantastic. I've never tasted anything like it." Grandma Patrona said, "This poor boy. He's been so deprieved." When I was done I wondered how they could possibly eat turkey. We cleaned up the table again. Drank wine. Talked about UX, the swim team. They asked about my swimming. I told them how I was doing. They all seemed to know everything there was to know about swimming. Matt talked about David and his abilities swimming. He sat silently. I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable. I said, "My brother is good at almost everything, especially at being an older brother. The one thing he's not so good at is taking compliments." Anthony said, "I'm the same way. Great older brother, not good with compliments." Matt said, "Oh my God. You are so full of it." More laughter. And then the funny stories started about the Patrona boys growing up; most of them were told by their sister and their mother. Then the turkey was served with yams and vegetables. I could hardly move I was so full and the Chianti wine was making me happy. At seven o'clock the coffee came out along with Italian pastries. "More food," I said. Grandma said, "This isn't food. This is dessert." "I love Cannoli," Matt said. "What's a Cannoli?" I said. Everyone looked at me. Grandma said, "You poor boy. We have so much to teach you." Matt said, "Didn't you see the Godfather. Leave the Cannoli take the gun." Dr. Patrona said, "Geez, what kind of Italian are you? It's leave the gun, take the Cannoli." More laughter. Matt said, "Oh yeah, that's right. He wanted the Cannoli." Anthony took a pastry off the plate and put it on mine. "This is a Cannoli." Matt was sitting beside David. He grabbed two and gave one to David. He said, "You've got to try one. They're so good they'll give you," "Matthew," Mrs. Patrona said. "They're company." "What? I was going to say sweet dreams." Mrs Partona's father said, "They're like that blue pill." He nudged Grandma Patona. . I laughed hard. "We're usually not this bad," Dr. Patrona said. Anthony leaned in and whispered, "Yes they are." Matt drove us home. He said, "My parents love you guys. Actually, you made dinner a lot of fun." "We did?" David said. "Your grandmother is a rip." "Yeah, she's pretty funny. She has no filter. But she's wonderful. She's the kind of woman that when she loves you, she'd kick ass for you." I started laughing. "P-fag. She thought it was P-fag." Matt laughed. David said, "What's P-fag?" We explained it him. We arrived home at ten o'clock. They gave us take home food, lasagna, turkey and two cannoli. As we walked in I said, "That was fun?" "Can you believe all that food and all of it was fantastic." "When you walked in, I was crying. I felt so stupid. They were joking about being gay and saying they support the gay community and they want same-sex marriage and I was getting upset thinking about our parents and they saw that I was. I felt so stupid." "Seems like they're fine with what happened." "Yeah, they were great. I just felt stupid." "Are you happy you told them?" "Yes." I thought for a moment. "Maybe that's why I was upset. Maybe I was feeling like I wanted them to know." We undressed and climbed into bed. He put his arm over me. "You'll learn that not all people are like Mom and Dad." "I know that." "In your head, but not in your heart. I'm glad it happened. You need more of that." He fell asleep. I lay awake for a while, holding his hand, which was on my chest. We had breakfast and showered. Drying off, I shouted from the bathroom, "What are we doing today?" "I thought we'd stay in." I walked into the bedroom. He was on the bed. He had a hard on. He said, "I don't know about you but I'm horny and we should burn off some of that food." I smiled and sat on the bed. He said, "Get the lube." I chuckled and found the bottle. "So I'm getting fucked." He smiled, "And maybe I will too." "Maybe?" I said putting lube on my hole. I straddled his hips and put lube on his dick. He said, "I don't know. It makes me nervous a little." "It won't hurt." "That's not what makes me nervous. I've had my fingers up my ass." I grabbed my dick and slapped on my stomach and said, "This is no finger," and laughed. He gave me the finger. "So, then why are you nervous?" He stared at me. "I think mostly that I'm going to really like it." I stared at him. "So, you'll like it. You're worried that when you have a girlfriend you'll miss getting fucked." "I guess, maybe." I smiled. "Call me. I'll fuck you." He laughed. I moved his cock to my butt hole, pressed and slowly lowered myself on it. We both sighed. I began to move up and down. My rock hard cock slapped against his stomach. He rubbed my inner thighs. We stared at each other. He sat up, grabbed hold me and spun us around without his dick coming out of me. I pulled my legs back and held them wide apart. Sitting back on his legs he pulled my hips up on his lap and thrust into me, he rubbed my legs, my stomach, my chest. We kept staring at each other, sighing, moaning and breathing hard. I loved the feel of him inside of me. I loved watching him get more and more turned on. "You body looks so good," he said. I lay there, staring at him, completely his, for him to do what he wanted. He trust into me. I moaned. His cock was deep into me and hitting a spot that made my toes curl. Then he moved so that he was in a push up position over me and my knees were to my chest. He looked down at me and said, "I've been waiting for you to do this. I think you want to, but we might wait for days." "What?" He moved his mouth to an inch from mine and stopped. I sighed loudly and put my mouth to his. He lay on me. Our tongues met and then in a crazy passionate way, we kissed. I felt lightheaded with excitement. He began thrusting hard. His tongue moved over mine, then my lips. He bit my chin. I moaned and searched for his tongue with mine. We kissed. He licked my lips and then bit down on my lover lip. My body trembled in his arms. He fucked me. My body quaked. I felt like I was coming, but neither he nor I were touching my cock. "I'm close," he said. "I want to come in your mouth." "Okay," I said, feeling so turned on. He pulled out of me. I scooted down as he masturbated. By the time I got in place he was coming. I opened my mouth. He kept masturbating. Cum hit my face, nose and in my mouth. I licked his cock. He moved. We were face to face again. We kissed. My face covered in cum and we kissed. I felt him pressing his cock against my hole. I moved and it slid in. We kissed. "Fuck me, David." His face was wet with cum as was mine. The taste and the smell of his cum had me so turned on. I wasn't touching my cock, but I was getting close again. I felt like my entire body was going to go into climax. He grabbed my legs, pressed them against my body, arching my ass upward. He fucked me without moving his body. Just his hips thrusting. We were staring into each other's eyes. "Fuck me, hard," I pleaded. I lifted my head. We kissed. He bit my chin, grunted loudly. His body shook. He was coming inside of me. He then collapsed on top of me, still squirming with pleasure, and pressing hard into me. We held each other. He kissed me and then buried his face in the nape of my neck. I stroked his head. We held each other. I could feel that my face was sticky with cum, his cum. I said, "You're right I wanted to kiss you. I just worry." "Josh." "I know. I know. I'm sorry, I just get so scared." "Please do whatever you want to do. I'll do whatever you want." "I'd like to fuck you like that," I said and chuckled. "I'd love you to fuck me like that or any other way you want to fuck me." We held each other. He said, "If I hate it, I'll know. If I love it, I'll know. After I know, I'll have information I don't have now. But if I'm going to get fucked by someone, I want it to be you. And if you're going to do it, do it and have a good time." I chuckled. He moved off of me. He had to pee. He saw that there was a puddle of cum on my stomach. "Did you come?" "No. Well maybe. I don't know. I was so turned on." I moved my fingers through it. "Mostly precum I guess." He licked it up. I heard him in the shower. I got up and joined him cleaning my face and ass, letting his cum run out of my ass. We soaped each other. I'm not sure why but I have always loved sharing a shower with him and touching his body and having him touch mine. He ran his hand over my semi hard cock. "I'll come if you kept doing that." We dried off and went to the bedroom. He said, "Just go in easy." I smiled. "Don't worry." He lay down. I put my face to his junk and used my tongue to get him hard. I licked his balls. I said, "There is something I've been wanting to do." "Don't tell me and ask if it's okay. Just do it." I grabbed his legs and pressed his knees to his chest. Many times when I'd lick his balls and then the area between his balls and his ass crack, I'd think about moved my tongue to his hole. I wanted to, but worried and felt embarrassed about my desire. There were times when Jamie licked me to my crack and I wished he'd go further but he never did. David handed me the bottle of lube as he held his legs. But instead I put my mouth to his hole and licked. I heard him moan. I felt his butt hole twitching. He was stroking his cock and moaning. I glanced up at him. He was looking down at me. "That feels incredible." That's all it took. I licked and pressed my tongue against his hole. I nibbled the area about his crack. I licked and pressed my tongue hard. I ran my finger over his hole and watched his sphincter move. Then I was at it again with my tongue. He moaned, "Fuck me." I put lube on my cock but then went back to pressing my tongue against his butt hole. Then I pressed a finger into him. He moaned and the more he moaned the more I licked and bit and pressed my tongue hard against his hole. I squirted lube on his hole and then pressed my cock head against it. I wanted in him so badly but I knew I had to go slowly. I pressed. He moaned. I watched my cock head disappear. I sighed loudly as his sphincter tightened around the shaft of my cock. I glanced up at him. My heart was pounding. My body shaking. I pressed into him. I was half deep into him. He was breathing hard. I pressed further. He kept masturbating and moaning. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of him. "Fuck me," he demanded. My body shook with pleasure as I thrust deep into him. I had never felt anything like that before. My body trembled with pleasure. I thrust. I was close too quickly. I wanted to stop. I wanted to, but I didn't. My body took over and I kept thrusting. It was like my cock had a mind of it own and it was driving my hips back and forth. I grabbed one of his shoulders and then grabbed him by the hair as I thrust into him. I dug my toes into the mattress, thrust hard and deep, bit into his shoulder and cried out, "I'm coming." He held me. My body kept shaking. I kept breathing hard and fast. "Fuck, I `m coming. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Breathing hard, I collapsed into his arms. He wrapped his legs around me. "You're not done." I shook my head. "Pull out of just a minute," he said. I did and lay on top of him. We held each other for a while. He pulled my face to his and kissed me. "You still hard?" I nodded. "Very." He lifted his legs. I said, "You don't hate it?" He shook his head. Easily, I slid back into him and pressed myself deep. At first I just lay still. Then I started slow easy thrusts. Lying on top of him, I fucked him and he held me. I had no idea it could feel that good. I moaned. We kissed. I bit his neck, his ear, his shoulder. He sighed. He reached between us and began stroking his dick. I sat back on my legs and thrust into him, watching him masturbating. We stared at each other. I rubbed his thighs, his balls, his stomach and chest. I thought he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. He reached up, pulled me to him and kissed me. Our tongues danced. We were both breathing hard. "You're incredible," he said. I looked at him. Me, I thought. I was getting close again. I started fucking him hard. He stopped masturbating, pulled me on top of him and said, "Do it. Hard. Do it." I thrust hard and fast, moving us both on the bed. I pressed deep, groaned and came. "Oh fuck, David. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." I body trembled. And then I collapsed into his arms. We lay holding each other. Kissed. He stroked my back. I pulled out and lay on him resting in his arms. He chuckled. "What?" I said. "My shy demure little brother fucks like a wild beast. I'm glad you've got it in you." I chuckled. "That was hot," he said. "It's hard to believe that's your first time." "I didn't know it would feel so good. But I came to fast." He slapped my ass. Back in the shower. "Two loads up my ass," he said, spreading his cheeks. I smiled as he washed his ass and my cum streamed out. "What you did," he said. "The licking." I nodded. "That felt fantastic. Has anyone done that to you?" "No," I said. He smiled. I chuckled. "Did you like getting fucked?" I asked. "Actually, I did. It was interesting." "How so." We stepped out of the shower. Drying off, he said, "First your cock up my ass. It was an odd feeling at first, like this big thing moving around inside of me." "There was a really big thing moving around inside of you." He laughed. We climbed into bed. "Pressure, but moving pressure. It felt good. Then there was you." "Me?" "Yeah, you. You know, you turned on, you thrusting, you holding me and moving me and fucking me. I meant what I said. You were like really into it and it was hot. You in complete control. Usually I'm in that position." I knew what he meant. "Yeah, when you're all turned on and on top of me like that, it feels like you're so big and I'm so small. Like you could just snap me in two." "Yeah, like my body is just there and you're in control. It was odd a little scary at first, but then it turned me on." He kissed me. "One more thing," he said. "You are the most important person in my life. I love you. I'd do anything for you, with you, to you. You've got to know that." "David I do and I feel the same way." "I love what we do together. The only thing that scares me is that," he sighed. "Just say it." "I don't think I can go down the road of us being boyfriends." I nodded. "No, I get it. I do. I mean I think about that. And then it all seems crazy. I think about us being with people but secretly doing stuff like this and then it feels crazy again. I know when I go home I'll probably see Jamie and I'll probably trade blowjobs with Sean again and I don't want to not tell you. And if you're with a guy or a girl I want you to tell me. So, I get confused. Last night after you fell asleep I was thinking about it and I thought that I'm the luckiest guy ever." He chuckled. "And how is that?" "Well, you and I will always be brothers and I'll always be there in your life and you'll always be there in mine. We'll always know that we can do stuff like this when it's right for us. Maybe we'll just take long breaks from it, but we'll know we have each other sex or no sex." "That's how I feel." "It scares me too. I don't want to be jealous and I don't think I am. It's kind of like no one is going to have what I have even if they are your boyfriend or girlfriend." He rolled over and put his head on my chest. "I guess it's easier for me, because the way I feel about girls and guys is that I really don't think of guys in terms of boyfriends. You're the only guy I can imagine really loving and having sex with. Other guys, we'll its just hot sex, crazy shit and fun, but with you there is the other side, the feeling side. I get that with girls but not with guys. Maybe that's why it's so confusing and scary with you, but also so great." "All I want is to be your best man at your wedding. And I know I'll cry, but it will be because some one loves you and makes you happy. And I want you to be the best man at my wedding and I want you to cry for the same reason." "I love you," he said and kissed me. We held each other. Soon he was asleep. I looked at him. I had been thinking about what we talked about, and knew I didn't want a boyfriend now. I didn't want to be in love with anyone yet. But I had thought about David having a boyfriend and felt an ache in my stomach. When I thought about him having a girlfriend I didn't feel the ache. Hearing him say that he couldn't imagine having a boyfriend or feeling toward any guy the way he felt about me, made me feel good. I guess if I couldn't be his male lover, then I was happy no other guy would be. Besides, if he ever decided he wanted to have a boyfriend, and I was free we could figure something out. I looked at him and smiled. He can have all the women he wants, I thought. I'm going to enjoy guys. I thought of him being married with kids. I'll be their gay uncle. I felt happy and fell asleep. He woke me. "Let's go for a run. I'm still feeling full." I stretched. "Your stomach or your butt is feeling full." He jumped on me and started tickling me. I laughed, trying to get away from him. It never works. He said, "I miss you so much," and let me up. I got up. "I miss you too," I said. "And it makes me sad a lot." "Don't get sad now. We have a whole week together." "Its cold outside and I don't have anything." He threw a pair of sweats and a jock strap at me. My phone rang. It was Aaron. He was my life-long friend. Well, since we moved into the neighborhood we lived in. We became friends in the first grade. He was shy, quiet and not into sports, but my best school friends and maybe my best friend even counting the guys on the Bolts. We didn't spend a lot of time together because of swimming, but at school we were always together. "Hey," I said. "How was your Christmas?" "Good. I'm sure yours was great." "Yeah. But it's almost over." "When are you getting back?" "On the second. I'm flying in. What's up?" "Ah, nothing. Just wanted to check in. We should make a study schedule for finals. Calculus is kicking my but and you're so good in math." "Fine and you can help me in English lit." "Is your mom picking you up?" "No. I called Sean. He's picking me up." "Okay. I'll see you when you get back." He hung up. David asked, "What was that about?" "I guess just checking in. He sounded weird, but he gets like that." Off we went. We ran to the campus. "You know," he said. "You'll be here in just nine months." "Probably yeah." "John and I usually run two three times a week, usually at night. We always run to campus and then back. We could set it up that we run to the dorms, you can meet us as we run by and join us. Then we do this run through and around campus and then head home. You could head to the dorms." "Cool," I said. "I'm never going home once I get here." He glanced at me. "You sure you want to do that?" I looked at him. "Really? Maybe you want to go home. I mean you got thrown out so you can't go back. I'm leaving and I'm done." "I didn't realize you felt so strongly." We ran. I said, "There are families like Matt's. Yeah, I know not everyone is like his parents, but there are parents that wouldn't join stuff to support gays, but they would never throw their kid away. If he knew, he'd be done with me." "Yeah, I'm sure he would." "Fuck him. I'm going to tell him." David stopped running. I stopped and looked back. "When?" "After I leave. Not before." "You have to promise me that no matter how bad it gets you won't tell him before you leave." "Okay," I said. We started running. "I'm pissed. Not stupid like you." He laughed. "I like it when you're a jerk like that." I laughed. He said, "It's weird. It really did turn me on when you were all over me." I felt my dick move. "I mean I think I like it better fucking you. Yeah, definitely on that, but I did like having you going nuts on my ass. I thought I'd be wanting you to get done right away, but I was glad you were ready to go again." I stopped running. He stopped and looked at me. "What?" "I don't know. I mean everyone seems okay just saying stuff. I mean I love it. I love hearing that from you. And the way the Patrona's were talking. I feel things, think things but I still get scared." "You know when you're being a wise ass you say stuff." "I mean about being gay and what its like." He pushed me. We started running again. "Like what?" he said. "Just say it." "I'm finding out that I love sucking cock. I mean I really like sucking cock. It's so weird to think that someone would like the feel of a dick in their mouth, but I do. But I like it also because it makes you feel good." He looked at me and smiled and nodded. "Here's another weird thing." "Stop saying it's weird." "Okay. So I jerk off and I look at my cum. I mean if I saw it in a bowl in a restaurant I wouldn't think, I've got to order that." He laughed. "But when I think about it coming out of your cock, it's like I don't want you to stop coming." I looked at him. He said, "I don't think you're weird." I chuckled. "It's not," I searched for the right word, "out of the ordinary to talk to someone like this?" "Yes, it is, if it's just some person. But not to me. If you can't tell me, then whom can you tell." We looked at each other and smiled. "I mean, I think most brothers don't suck and fuck. My guess is that some do, but most don't. We do. So I think we can talk about anything." I nodded. We ran. "You really are a good older brother," I said. "I love you too." We ran. He said, "I want to talk to you about Jamie." "Okay." "For some reason he feels he has to talk to me first." "He doesn't want to piss you off. I think he's hold out that someday he can blow you." David chuckled and nodded his head. "I just might let him." "We can do a three way, like you and John," I said. He smiled. "Anyway, he's going to ask you to fuck him." "Really?" "Obviously he thinks you've never fucked anyone." "You know, I just realized you took my virginity. Oh my God, you took it twice." "Twice. You can't lose your virginity twice." "Yeah, you can. You fucked me. That's once. I fucked you, that's twice." He laughed. "Well, then you took mine too." "Yes," I shouted. "I fucked a virgin." "You are weird," he said and shoved me. "And if you fuck him, I guess according to him, you'll fuck another one." "Oh cool." "Here's the thing. I don't think you should let him know we fucked." "No. No way. I wouldn't." "So, you're going to have to be a double virgin again." Oh yeah, right. Okay." "And, I think you should use condoms. It shouldn't matter to him. I just don't know what he's been up to and if he's telling it straight. I mean I guess he's never been fucked or why would he be so into you two getting together. I mean he's not wanting to go for coffee." "Sure. I mean might as well get used to them." "What will you say if he wants to fuck you?" "I don't know." "Look. When I got into fucking, it was like the best thing since apple pie. You've got to be safe. And you'd better stop swallowing. Suck dick., don't swallow, except if it's me. Fuck with a condom." "Except if it's you." We chuckled. "Promise me." "Promise." We ran. He said, "I'm getting wood thinking about licking your ass when we get back." I laughed. Wow this one got to be longer than I planned. JoshRJosh@yahoo.com