Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2015 16:56:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: JoshRJosh
Subject: A Brothers Love (2) part 15

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A Brother's love (2)    part Fifteen


Sorry this is a long one.



I felt butterflies in my stomach.  My face tingled.  I said to Aaron, "I'm
not mad, you're my best friend."  I looked at Sean.  He looked at me.  I
wondered if Sean said anything to Aaron about what we did.  "Why would you
think I'd be mad?"

"Because you're my best friend and I never told you and we were always
naked at my pool."

"I'm always naked any place I can be naked and I don't give a shit who
looks at me, straight, bi or gay."  I turned around again.  "Aaron, you
can't believe I'd ever not be your friend.  You can't believe I'm one of
those guys."

"No.  I don't, but now she's telling people.  Everyone we know will know."

"No one will give a shit and if they do, fuck them and fuck her."

"I tried," he said.  "I really did."

I chuckled.  Then we all laughed.

"Good one," Sean said.  "I told you Josh wouldn't give a shit."

"Josh, you're like a brother.  If you're angry please say you are."

For a moment I heard him sounding like me.  His voice and words were filled
with doubt and fear or an expectation of rejection.  "Aaron, you've always
been and as long as you want will be my friend.  If you really think any of
this bothers me or if you think I wouldn't be loyal to you or would turn on
you or say I was fine with this but not be fine with it, then that hurts
me."  I turned and looked at him.  He looked stressed out.  "One, I love
you like a brother.  Two, I've got your back no matter what.  Three, and
don't ask me with whom, but I've sucked dick.  And I didn't tell you not
because I don't trust you, but because he and I agreed not to tell anyone
and also because if my parents ever found out.  You can't ever say this to
anyone, no one.  You know what would happen to me."

"I promise I'll never tell anyone," he said.

"Do your parents know you're gay?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"And they're cool with it," I said.

"Yes.  Worried about what our friends will say."

"You're lucky you have them," I said.

Silence.  I glanced at Sean.  He glanced at me.

"Wow," Aaron said.  "I mean I can see it now that you say it, but I would
have never thought you might even be a little into guys."

Sean said, "Look Aaron.  A lot of guys experiment.  They're curious and try
stuff and then they find out they enjoy a good cock once in a while."

I chuckled.  "Yeah, a good cock."

"But they don't talk about it.  I think it's like jerking off used to be.
No one used to say they jerked off.  Now everyone knows everyone jerks off
and if you say you don't jerk off people think you're a liar or really
fucked up.  So, I bet a lot of guys have tried a cock, but they're not
about to say, hey I sucked dick last night and it was pretty good."

"Yeah," Aaron said, "but then they fuck a girl.  They're straight but try
cock or they're bi and try cock and more cock.  But they can fuck a girl."

Sean said, "What I'm saying is that most guys don't give a shit if you're
gay.  Yeah, some assholes do, but most guys don't and I told you that Josh
wouldn't.  I'm telling you most of our friends won't either.  But I
completely get being scared."

We pulled up to Aaron's house.  I got out of the car.  I hugged him and
said, "Please don't doubt me.  Please.  I'll call you later."

"I just thought if I lost you."

"Aaron, please.  I'll call you later.  I'm going to go for a run.  I'll
call you."

"Can I go with you?  I'll try to keep up.  I run sometimes."

"Be ready."

I got in the car with Sean.  We drove to my house.  On the way, he said,
"You're a good friend.  I thought about saying that, but I was too scared."

"You don't know him like I do.  I know he'd never fuck me over."

He pulled to the curb blocks before we got to my house.  "What you said.  I
kind of knew you would say that and I knew you'd be fine with it."  I felt
my heart pounding.  What was this about?  He sighed.  "Maybe I've misled
you and you might be angry at me."

"Why does everyone think I'm going to be angry?  Do I come off that way?"

"No. Just the opposite, but I think, I don't know, it's like everyone
values your opinion and,"

"You're going to tell me something?"

He sighed.  "I didn't do anything with anyone other than that guy I told
you about.  That wasn't a lie at all."

"Okay."

"But I made you think that I'm straight."

"No you didn't.  I've never really known, or asked or cared."

"Well, I'm bi and probably more into guys than girls."

"And you think I'll be angry because I thought I was getting head from and
sucking cock of a straight guy?"

"I guess."

"I'm not angry and I didn't ask if you were straight, bi or gay because I
didn't care.  I assume you don't care if I am straight, bi or gay, right?"

"Of course."

"Good, because right now I'm not ready to define myself."

"I'm fine with that.  Can I ask you one question?"

"You can ask a hundred.  I might not answer any."

He chuckled.  "Would you still do stuff with me."

"You mean study or exchange blow jobs with you?"

"Both, I guess.  I mean I know you'll study with me."

"I'm fine with both, but actually you own me more than I owe you."

He laughed.  "I can give you head here."

"I'd love to sit back and get head right now.  I mean I'm not kidding.  I
really would love to get a good blowjob.  But it would be my luck we `d get
caught.  And I should get home.  God, I can't believe I just said that.
Please don't ever remind me that I turned down good head because I had to
get home.  You should have asked me to spend the night at your house."

"You could."

"Not tonight."

"Sometime?" he said.

"Yeah, sure, but we'll have to figure out a good reason or my dad will say
no."

He drove toward my house.  "Aaron is lucky to have you as a friend."

"You're his friend."

"Yeah, but not like you.  Would you ever do anything with him?"

"Okay, so I'd never answer a question from him about you.  I'm not going to
answer one about him.  And, obviously from what we said, I haven't done
anything with him.  And I'm not going to ask you if you did or would."

He nodded.  "I get it.  You're right."

We pulled up in front of my house.  I looked at it and said, "God, I can't
believe I'm back.  It was so good to be with David.  It really was and now
this."

"I'll call you," he said.  "Maybe we can hang out before school starts."

"Yeah sure."

I walked up the driveway feeling sad, then sick and then angry.  The three
feelings that seemed to dominate my state of being whenever I was at home.
I went into the house.  My mother was in the kitchen.  "Hi," I said.

"Put all your dirty clothes in the laundry room."

"How was your Christmas?"

"You missed a wonder service.  The pastor's sermon was inspirational."

I went directly into the laundry room and pulled my dirty clothing from my
suitcase.  "I'm sure it was, Mom."  God save me, I thought.  I bet anything
she'll never ask about my trip.  "How were Grandma and Grandpa?"

"Good.  We had a nice dinner."

I stepped back into the kitchen.  "David looked good."

"Your father is in the den."

Silence while I tried to calm myself.  She looked at me.  I said, "So, I
met with the swim coach."

"I'm sure he loved you."

"I don't know about loved me, but he said I should get in to UX and hinted
I might get a scholarship."

"That's nice.  Did you start a wash?"

While she was looking at me, I looked around the room and said, "Did you
just hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"My head exploding."  I turned, went into the laundry room and started the
washing machine.  I picked up my backpack and suitcase and started for my
room.  When I passed the den I looked in.  "Hi," I said.  "I'm home."

"I heard you.  So, you're considering UX?"

"Yes.  If I get a full scholarship."

"Your brother did.  And you're better than him at everything.  Maybe you
shouldn't sell yourself short."

"Short.  Ah, UX's a nationally ranked school.  Like top ten."

"Just saying."  He looked down at his book.

I stared at him for a moment and then went up to my room.  What was that, I
wondered.  And I'm not better than David at everything.  I started to get
angry.  Is he saying UX isn't a good school?  Is that a compliment that I'm
so good or if I go there it's a second rate school?  Fuck, my head is going
to explode.

Then I remembered Aaron.  I undressed and dressed for a run.  I went
downstairs and shouted, "I'm been sitting all day.  I'm going for a run or
I won't be able to sleep."  And out the door I went.  I walked to Aaron's
house and while I walked I called David.  "Hey," he said.  "You got in?"

"Yeah.  I'm packing up and moving there tomorrow."

"Okay,"

I sighed.  "Ah, so, I have news."

I told him all that happened.  He said, "I'm not surprised.  What are you
going to do?"

We talked at length as I slowly walked.  He said, "Call me back before you
get home."

Outside Aaron's house I called him.  "I'm outside.  Get your ass out here
quick."

Two minutes later he came running down his driveway barefooted.  "I've got
to put on my shoes."

"I hope so."

"I didn't want to keep you waiting," he said sitting on his lawn.

I stared at him.  He looked up at me.  I said, "I would have waited."

"I know."  He sighed.  "I'm shaky."

"You're still not thinking that,"

"No.  No. But things have to be different between us now.  And, well,"

"No they don't.  Well, maybe.  Maybe after tonight we can be more honest
with each other."

"I should have told,"

"Aaron, I have secrets.  Some I'll tell you, some I won't.  And you can
have secrets too, but maybe we can trust each other a little more."

"You have secrets," he said standing up.  "Don't run too fast and let's
stop once in a while."

"One or the other."

"One or the other what?"

"Either we run at my pace and stop when you have to stop, or we run at a
slower pace and we don't stop."

"Ah, well," he said as we started running.

"We'll run at a slow pace so we can talk, but no stopping unless you're
going to pass out or throw up."

"You sound like a fucking gym coach."

"If we're going to both be at UX, you're going to run with me and David."

"Shit.  Maybe we can run here so I can be ready to run with you there."

"I'll run with you once in a while, but I can almost walk at this pace," I
said and nudged him.

He chuckled.  "Prick."

I laughed.

He said, "You asked me to run with you because you're worried about me
because I told you I'm gay?"

"No.  Well, yeah, but no."

"Okay, so even for you that doesn't make sense."  He laughed.  "I got you
on that one didn't I.  You always get me, but I got you."

"Yeah, you got me.  You saying what you said made me think about telling
you something."

He said, "I would have never thought you'd be with a guy."

"Aaron," I sighed.  I stopped running and walked.  He walked beside me.
"Aaron I don't have to tell you how fucked up my life would be if my father
found out I was smoking weed."

"I'd never tell anyone.  You can't believe I would."

"I know.  And my life would even be more fucked up if he knew I sucked
cock."  He looked at me like he was hurt.  I said, "No, I don't for one
minute think you'd say anything to anyone."

"You said it in front of Sean.  If you trust him you'd better trust me."

"I trust you more than him.  A lot more than him and that's why I'm telling
you something I've only told one other person and that person is David."

"What?"

"I'm gay."

He stared at me.  "No way.  I mean."  He just stared.  "But."  He stared.

"But what?"

"But you're not.  I mean, are you?"

"Yes."

"But.  Wow, it's like.  Wait did you hear that?"  He put his hands to his
head, pulled them apart and made the sound of an explosion.

"Your head exploding?"

"Yeah.  I mean you're a Bolt and you're on the swim team and all the girls
want to fuck you.  And."  Silence.

"And?"

"And you haven't gone out with any of them, but that's because of your
father.  You're gay.  Wow, that's cool."

I chuckled.  "Cool? Let's run."

We started out.  "I mean, I'm not the only one," he said.

"Jesus, Aaron.  Wake up and join the world.  It's the twenty-first
century."

"You know what I mean.  We know each other."

"Aaron we're like brothers.  You and I can talk about this now, but we have
to not act any differently at school."

"You shouldn't hang around me at school."

"Really."

"No seriously.  They're going to know you know I am.  Then they'll wonder
if you are."

"Aaron.  Fuck you if you think I'd do that.  Would you do that to me?"

"No, but it's different.  They're really your friends and what about your
dad."

"Okay, stop this." For some reason I felt myself getting angry, jaw
clenching angry.  "I don't give a shit what people think."

Silence

"My mother said you'd say all this.  Not that you were gay, but that you'd
be hurt if I thought you'd reject me.  And I won't tell them.  I mean
they'd never tell, but even so, I won't."

"I'm telling you because it just felt wrong not to tell you."

Silence.

I stop running and walked.  We had run for about ten minutes.

"Why did you stop," he said huffing beside me.

"You sounded like I was going to have to call 911 soon."

He laughed and pushed me.  "Call my mother and tell her to come and get us
because I don't know if I can make it back."

"Yeah, bullshit.  You have 60 seconds to pull it together and we're off
again.  And you're running again tomorrow night."

"I liked you better when you were straight."

I laughed.  " I knew you applied to UX, but you also applied to Yale.  So,
you would go to UX over Yale?"

"Fuck yes.  I want to go to UX," he said.  But you've got swimming.  All I
have is grades and the fact that my dad went there.  They say that helps.
It'll be cool if we're both there."

"And David," I said.  I started running again.

"And David. "

And then I remembered something.  "Oh, I made a mistake.  Actually I told a
bunch of people, David's friends, that I'm gay.  I told you only David
knew."

"You did?  How did it go?"

We talked about the Patronas.  "Actually, David's friend Matt, David thinks
he is attracted to me."

"Were you attracted to him?"

"Yes.  Very."

"Cool.  Would you two date?"

"I'd want to get to know him.  But yeah, if he was interested."

"Wow this is cool.  We can talk about this shit.  Like straight guy talk.
Gee, I'd like to bone him."

I laughed.

"Are you going to live with David?"

"No.  I'll live in the dorms."  I looked at him.  He looked at me.  "You
want to be roommates?" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah.  I wanted to ask you, but my parents said I should tell you
first because when I go, I mean, it won't be like in high school."

"Cool.  You can tell me about all the guys you hook up with and I can tell
you."

He laughed.  "You'll have to give me lessons."

I looked at him.  "No, I mean, not give me lessons, but."  He stopped.
"I'm just saying.  I mean wouldn't be dumb if the same thing happened that
happened with Cathy."

"Yeah, the guy would look at you and say, `what the fuck is with you, are
you straight?"

We laughed.  I said, "Aaron, your cock will work just fine."

"It's working right now."

I laughed.  We stopped running.  He was breathing hard.  "You've got one
minute to pull it together."

We walked, he with his hands on his hips.  He stopped.

"No, don't stop walking."

He walked beside me.  He said, "You've got a big one, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess.  I'd say you've always looked to me as possibly being
hung."

"You want to see?"

I chuckled.  "Sure, I mean we are going to be roommates, but how about we
wait until we get back to your house."  We started running.  "How big are
you?"

"Seven.  Sometimes a little more."

"Yeah, everyone has that sometimes a little more thing going on.  You
should trim your pubes.  I mean you've got no hair anywhere else.  And if
some guy is going to put his face in your crotch, he's not going to want a
mouthful of hair."

"Can you show me how?"

"Yeah, I guess, but all you have to do is.  Yeah, I'll show you."

"How big are you?"

"Eight and a half inches."

"Really?"

"You want to see it?"

"Yeah," he said.

We laughed.

He said, "I mean like you said we are going to be roommates."  He shoved
me.  "Do I want to see?  Is the Pope Catholic?  Is your father an asshole?
Do bears shit in the woods?"

"God, you are weird.  How about this?" I turned and started back for home.
"You keep up and if you want to, we'll jerk off together."

He started running faster.  He looked behind at me and said, "Come on."

We both laughed.

I ran up along side of him.  I said, "I mean if we're going to be
roommates, right?"

"For sure," he said.  He laughed.  "At least a hundred times I tried to
figure out a way to jerk off with you but then I figured someday you'd know
I was gay and you'd be angry at me."

"I used to worry about that too.  You know hanging out naked."

"God I'd always be so scared I'd pull wood.  A couple of times I did when
we were lying out.  I'd look at you.  Then I'd role over and hope it would
go away."

We ran without stopping all the way to his house.  I said, "Okay, so just
for the record, you just ran for almost twenty-five minutes at a good pace
without stopping and you're looking like you're going to die.  Next time we
run, we're running further and only stopping once and no dying."

"That's not fair."  I laughed.  He said, "Okay, so let's do this.  I'll do
that if we jerk off again."

I laughed.  "We'll see.  Maybe you won't want to."

He laughed.  "Do beavers build dams?"

"Beavers?  Really?  You've got beavers on your mind?  What the fuck are
you, straight?"  We entered his house.  "Hey Mom, Dad.  Josh is here."  We
went into their TV room.

"Hey Josh," his Dad said.  "How was UX and how was David?"  We chatted for
a while.

"We're going to my room," Aaron said.

His mom got up and said to me, "Can I talk to you?"

"Mom, please." Aaron said.

"Go to your room," she said.  "I just want to say something to Josh."

She pulled me into the kitchen.  "You're his best friend."

"He's my best friend."

"I can't tell you how much it means to us that you're at his side."

"It's nothing.  But don't worry.  I promise you that no one is going to
give him shit."

"He's not strong like you and your brother.  He's very sensitive.  He would
have taken it so hard if you had pulled away," she said.  Her voice
cracked.

"We talked.  If we both get into UX, we're going to be roommates."

Tears filled her eyes. She hugged me.  "Thank you.  We love you like a
son."

I felt weird.  Like I really didn't deserve much of what she was saying.
"Thank you.  I know that and it means a lot to me."

I went up to Aaron's room.  Their house was much like ours, but bigger.
The bedroom that was Sarah's in my house, his mother used as a sewing room.
She made quilts and pillows and went to fairs.  The two rooms that were
David's and mine they gave to Aaron.  He had his bedroom with a study area
like David had and the bathroom.  The other room, which would be my room,
they turned into a hang out room for Aaron.  It was really cool.  He put a
futon against the wall where the door into the room was so that the only
way into that room was through his bedroom and then the bathroom.  The
great thing about it all was that his parents never `invaded his sanctum'.
The bad thing was that he had to clean it himself, which he did.  The deal
was that they'd stay out, but every weekend he had to run the vacuum,
gather all his dirty clothing and dust everything.  Sometimes I would be
there when he did his cleaning.  I'd sit on his futon and laugh as he
vacuumed and dusted.  But really, I thought his parents were great and what
they set up for him was perfect.  He had a really nice sound system in the
room.  The walls were painted different shades of red and then he wrote
poems he loved on them.  He had posters on the ceiling.

He was undressed when I got to his room.  It was nothing new to see him
naked, but I'd never seen him with an erection before.  I followed him
through the bathroom into his hangout.  I sat on the futon.  One wall of
this room was all book selves.  Aaron loved to read and all the books on
his shelves were hardbound.  When he read a book he loved, his parents
bought it for him in hardcover.  Some were even first editions.

Aaron was tall and thin, almost skinny.  But he did have abs, nice abs.  He
said they must have been genetic because he'd never done a sit up or worked
his abs except when he jerked off.  I used to tease him and say, I guess
you jerk off a lot.  He'd laugh and nod.

Aaron also loved 60's and 70's music.  He loved the Beatles, the Rolling
Stones, Led Zeppelin, and groups I had never heard of and he had music to
study by, hang out, smoke weed by, everything you could imagine.

I said, "I better call home and tell them I'm here."  I called.  "I stopped
at Aaron's house.  I'll be home in a while."

My mother said, "I don't want you out late.  It's getting late."

I said to Aaron, "Can you drive me the eight blocks home?"

"Of course."

"Aaron will drive me.  I have a key and it's not a school night."

"Lock up when you come home."

I hung up.

"What's this?" I said.

"Rubber Soul.  It came out in 65."

"Really.  Wow.  And this is jerk off music."

He chuckled as the first cut, Drive My Car, ended.  "This cut is Norwegian
Wood."

We both laughed.  I said, "But neither one of is Norwegian."

"We can make believe."  More laughter.  "No, I picked it because it's the
best record in pop music."  He looked at me.  He had tears in his eyes and
said, "Josh, you are like the best friend a guy could have."

"No, I'm not.  And look what you did.  You lost your hard on."

"Okay can I say one stupid thing and then I won't say anything else?"

"Sure.  One stupid thing."

"When we're like eighty years old and if I'm alone, and if you're alone can
we buy a house, sit on the porch in rocking chairs, smoke weed and listen
to music."

"In the nude."

He smiled.  "For sure, in the nude."  He laughed.  "God, we'll be so ugly.
We'll have to buy a ranch, a big ranch so we don't have neighbors."

"As long as it has a pool."

"And a room for my books."

"It will have to be a very big room by then."

"I really do want a library," he said.  "Okay, let's jerk off."

I pulled down my pants and out popped my erection.  It sat against my
stomach.  I took hold of it and pointed it toward the ceiling.  He stared
at it.  Then he looked at his.  He said, "It's back."

We laughed.

His cock was cut, seven inches but thicker than mine.  I said, "Wow for a
skinny guy you have a fat dick."

"Its not that much fatter."

"Let's measure," I said.

He went to his room and came back with a ruler and sat beside me.  He
measured the length of his cock.  "See just a little over seven."

I laughed.  He handed me the ruler, but I didn't take it.  "You measure."
He leaned in and said, "Ah, I'm going to have to touch it."

"That's okay with me, but if you don't want,"

He held my cock with one hand and placed the ruler against it.  "Yeah,
eight and a half plus a little extra."  He looked at me.  We laughed.

"So how do you measure fatness with a ruler?" I said.

"I don't know."

I said, "Let me see how yours feels."  I wrapped my hand around it and then
wrapped my fingers around mine.  "Yeah, it feels fatter."

He wrapped his fingers around mine and then his.  "Yeah, but not much.
Wait let me get something."  I watched as his cock swung as he walked.  He
came back with a sheet of paper.

"What are you going to do with that?"

He tore it, making a long strip.  He knelt down between my legs.  "Hold
your cock straight up."  I did.  He wrapped the piece of paper around my
cock.  "Wait I've got to mark it."

He ran off and came back with a felt tip pen.  I said, "You know if someone
was watching this they'd say, `them jerking off together isn't so weird but
what the fuck are they doing now'."

He laughed.  I help my cock by the base.  He wrapped the piece of paper
around it and then marked it with the pen.  "I got ink on your cock," he
said.  I looked.  He wet his finger and then rubbed the spot.

I said, "Those people watching must be laughing their asses off."

He laughed.  He measured the paper.  "Five and a half, maybe a little more.
Do me," he said.

"I've heard that before."

He laughed.  He sat down.  I knelt in front of him.  Without hesitation I
took hold of his cock.  I saw him glance at me.  Holding it with one hand I
wrapped the paper around it with the other.  I said, "Mark it there."  He
did.  I showed him the distance between the two marks.  I said, "You've got
the ruler."

He laid the piece of paper on the ruler.  "Ah, six inches."

"So you're half an inch thicker."

"Is that good?"

"Yeah, I guess girls like it if a guys cock is thick.  Fills up their
pussy."

"Yeah, well we know that isn't going to happen."  I sat beside him and
began to slowly stroke my cock.  He said, "This is a cool song.  Its title
is Nowhere Man."

I looked at him.  "You're not a Nowhere Man."

"Sometimes I feel that way."

"Okay, so let's jerk off then we'll talk about this shit."  I pulled off my
shirt.  We sat side-by-side and stroked.  He watched me and I watched him.

He said, "I think all best friends should jerk off together."

"Don't you think that a lot of guys who are mostly straight have jerked off
with another guy?"

"Yeah I guess."

We kept stroking.  Then he stopped and squeezed his cock.  Precum appeared
at the tip of his cock and then ran down to his fingers.  I squeezed my
cock and he watched as a bead of precum appeared.  I grabbed it between my
fingers, showed it to him and then licked my fingers.

He chuckled.  He licked his fingers.

"Everyone does that, right?" he said.

"I'm thinking most guys do, yes."

More stroking.  "I'm close," he said.

I stopped stroking and moved a bit so I had a good view.  He was breathing
hard.  His legs went rigid in front of him.  He arched his hips forward.
He moaned and then shot a thick white load onto his belly.

"Wow," I said.  "Nice load."  I pressed my fingers into his stomach to see
if his cum would move.  "It's really thick."  I looked up at him.  "This
okay?" I said as I pressed into his stomach.

"Yeah, sure.  Do what you want."

"I pinched a glob of his cum and picked it up.  A string of it hung down.

"Usually it's more watery.  This is number three for the day, so I'm
running low on juice."

We laughed.

"Well, this is going to be my first in about 30 hours.  So I'm loaded," I
said.

He wiped up his cum with a tee shirt he had sitting by the futon.  He sat
back.  I started stroking again.  He moved closer to me.  "Ah, you'd better
not get to close.  Like I said, I'm loaded and when this thing goes off, it
fires in all directions."

We laughed.  He said, "Fire away, I can take it," and moved so that we were
touch side to side.  As I stroked I aimed my cock toward him.  He laughed.
"Go ahead."  I laughed.  "Could you really hit me?"

"Ah, yeah, and I could if I jerked off already today."

He laughed.  "Really?  Cool.  Go for it."

I was jerking with my cock aimed toward me.  I said, "I'm close."

He reached over and moved my arm that I was jerking off with and held it so
that again my cock was pointing at him.  "Really, I want to see if you
can."

I moaned, "Here goes."

With my cock aimed at him, I watched as my first shot flew across me and
hit him someplace.  I saw him flinch.  I looked toward him as I kept coming
and watched my cum land on his chest and arm and stomach, then it hit my
arm and stomach.

He laughed.  "Fuck, that's awesome."

I stopped jerking.  Then I looked at him.  He was running his fingers
through the cum that was on his chest.  Then I noticed his face.  "Shit,
Aaron.  I got you on your face."

"I know.  That was cool."

I laughed.

He said, "You come a lot.  Yours is kind of thick and gooey.  It's like
mine if I don't jerk off for a while."

He wiped himself clean.  I did the same.

"I think we'll be good roommates," he said.

"Me too."

We dressed.  He told his parents he was driving me home.

In the car I said, "I know what it's like to be down on yourself.  And when
I'd say shit about myself, David would get on me and tell me to knock it
off."

"I believe you because you're saying it, about getting down on yourself,
but it's like hard to believe."

"Aaron, you're a great guy.  David thinks you're a great guy.  A lot of our
friends think you are, but fuck them.  I know you are.  But here's the
thing.  I know you're going to still get down on yourself because I still
do.  And when you do, I'm going to get on you like David gets on me."

"Okay."

"You want to hear something you won't believe."  He looked at me.  "David
gets down on himself too.  He gets depressed and feels alone and sad, just
like you and just like me."

Silence.  We pulled up in front of my house."

"I guess it's stupid to believe anyone wouldn't.  But I wouldn't think he'd
have any reason to, except he misses you."

"Well, believe it.  You're not alone in thinking bad things about
yourself."

"Thank you.  And you can squirt on me anytime."

We laughed.  "Same here." I got out of the car.  "You'd better get a good
nights sleep.  Tomorrow you need to get out and run.  Next week, we're
running again and further, faster and only one stop and then if you really
want to, we'll jerk off, but only if you do better."

He smiled.  "We should start keep track of how we do?"

"You do that."

He nodded and drove away.

I stood outside and called David.  "So, I told him."

"Good.  I'm sure you can trust him.  He'd die before he'd fuck you over."

"Yeah, I agree.  We jerked off together."

He laughed.  "You think you'll go any further with him?"

"I mean I would.  I'd kind of like to really, but we're going to be
roommates and I worry."

"Yeah, it could complicate things a lot.  Look, you two can be friends
forever, don't blow it by doing something because you're horny.  Jerking
off is cool.  Some people can have buddies they have sex with once in a
while with no strings attached, but I'd worry that he already has a crush
on you.  Maybe after you guys have lived together for a while and he's
dated, been with someone."

"Yeah.  I like it the way it is.  I mean I am attracted to him.  And I do
love him.  But I'd hate to fuck up a friendship with sex."

"Yeah, look, down the road, maybe you two can handle it."

"Yeah, I agree.  I gotta get in."

"You're doing good.  I love you and these last two weeks were the best two
weeks I've had in years."

"Me, too.  I hate they're over."

I went in and to my room.  I showered and then climbed in bed.  Fuck, I
thought, you're becoming a slut; Jamie, Sean and now Aaron.  And David, but
that's different.  That doesn't count.  Maybe Aaron doesn't count either.
I mean I jerk off all the time and jerking off with him there isn't really
having sex.  And I'm really not doing anything with Jamie.  Not until maybe
spring break.  So, right now, it's just Sean.  That's cool.

I got up and grabbed a bunch of tissue and went back to bed.  I always hate
to have to get up after I jerk off at night.  I started playing with my
cock.  I lay there with my fingers up my ass and pleasured myself.  I
thought about David fucking me, animal fucking me.  Then I thought about me
fucking him and us kissing.  That put me over the edge.  I held my cock to
my stomach and let my come gather into a pool.  Then I just relaxed on my
bed and enjoyed the calm that washed over me.  I clean up my belly with the
tissue, dropped them on the floor, rolled over and went to sleep missing
David.

I called Aaron as soon as I woke up the morning we were returning to
school.  "You driving to school or walking?"

"Walking," he said.

"Call me when you're a block away from me."

"You don't have to,"

"Shut up and call."  I showered and got ready for school.  I had a bowl of
cereal with blueberries and strawberries, while I watched the sidewalk
outside my house.  I saw Aaron turn the corner.  "I'm leaving," I shouted.
My phone rang.  "Yeah, I see you."

I met him and started walking to school.  "So, I talked to David.  He said
this is his advice.  Try to look like you don't give a shit even if you're
nervous.  Just act as natural as you can."

"I'll try."

"I know I'd be nervous if I were you, so I'm guessing you are."  He nodded.
"Well, we're sticking together today."

"We only have two classes together and then you have Bolts this afternoon."

"I know, but during lunch and stuff.  Like normal.  And, you have to
promise me, if anyone says shit to you, you'll tell me."

"Why?"

"Would you want me to tell you?"

"Well, yeah, but."

"Tell me."

We walked onto campus.  I could see he was nervous.  We went to our
lockers.  Our first class wasn't together.  We ran into Sean.  We chatted
for a while.  "I have to go," I said to Aaron, "Or I'll be late."

Sean and I left Aaron outside his class.  The three of us had calculus that
semester but Aaron had it last period and Sean and I had it first period
because of sports.  He and I didn't have a sixth period at school.  The
Bolts counted as our PE class.

I spotted Cathy.  She spotted me.  "Go to class," I said to Sean.  He
hadn't spotted Cathy.  He stared at me.  I quick stepped it toward her.
She stopped and waited.

"Just so you know, I think what you're doing sucks."

"I didn't do anything.  I mean I just told a couple of people because they
kind of knew.  I mean,"

"No, I get it.  So now everyone knows.  I'm curious, did you tell them that
you invited him to your house, got naked and tried to fuck him or did you
just say he told you."

She turned bright red.

"Yeah, that's what I thought.  Well, this works both ways, because I've
only told a couple of people.  Hopefully it will stay between them.  Oh and
if anyone gives him shit, I'll be sure to explain all that went on that
day."

I walked away.  I hadn't told anyone, nor would I even if someone gave
Aaron a hard time, but I wanted her to worry the way he was worrying.

I had an advanced literature class with Aaron the period before lunch.  He
and I sat beside each other.  "How are you doing?"

"Okay."

After class we went to our lockers.  "Anything happen."

"Just leave it alone."

"No you don't.  What happened?"

"Nothing.  Please, you'll make it worse."

"You're pissing me off."

"Be pissed off."

We got lunch and went to where we always ate.  All our friends were hanging
out.  Sean came up to me and bumped me and nodded me to step away.  "What?"

"Did Aaron tell you what happened?"  I shook my head.  "Devon was with
Aaron after first period and Gary came up to Aaron and said, `dude really,
you're taking cock up the ass.  You're nasty', and then he walked away and
laughed."

I felt my face warm with anger.

"I just thought you should know.  I saw Gary before third period and I told
him I thought he was an asshole."

I nodded.

Gary was one of the guys we sometimes hung out with, but he was more of a
friend with another group of guys and girls.  Cliques.

I noticed Cathy hanging out with some of her other friends.  That was fine
with me.  Aaron glanced at me, looking sad.

Then I saw Gary and he saw me.  We stared at each other.  He walked up to
me and said, "Dude, I was just kidding him and he better get used to people
kidding him."

"I think you're just jealous.  As a matter of fact I know you are."

"Jealous of him being gay.  I don't think so."

"Jealous that some girl wanted to fuck him.  Anyone you know that would
give it up for you."  He stared at me.  "No, I didn't think so.  Oh wait.
Don't you have a dog?  There you go."

"Fuck you."

"Dude, don't take offense.  I'm just kidding about the dog, and for someone
like you, you should get used to people kidding you."

He walked away.

I went to the pool with Sean.  In the car he said, "You want to study this
weekend?"

"Yeah sure."

"Think we can figure a way for you to spend the night."

I looked at him.  He smiled.  I said, "My dad will want to know why?"

"You think he has any idea?"

"No, but he doesn't trust me and I guess he shouldn't.  I think he thinks
I'm fucking some girl that no one knows about.  So, I doubt he'll say,
yeah, cool spend the night."

"What if my mom calls your mom and asks if you can."

I laughed.  "Like a fifth grade sleepover."

"Yeah, like that.  I'll tell her you want to get out and she'll understand.
We have exams at the end of the month.  I'll tell her we're putting study
stuff together.  She can tell your mom."

"Give it a try.  I'd make it for Friday night because if it interferes with
church they'll definitely say no."

We swam and it was a hard workout.  We had a meet coming up.  Getting in
the pool after a break is always hard.  I had to just keep in mind this was
for UX.

I checked my phone after I dressed and as I was walking with Sean to his
car. I said, "I got a call from Aaron, I hope he's okay."

"Hey," he said.

"You called.  You okay?"

"You said something to Gary."

"Look.  He doesn't get to go off."

"No, listen.  He ran up to me after school and said, `Sorry for what I
said.  I was being a jerk'.  I told him it was okay.  He said you and other
people told him he was an asshole and whatever you said made him think.  He
said he was sorry he made me feel bad.  He said he just doesn't get the gay
thing, but that still didn't mean he could say shit."

"Well, cool.  You okay with that."

"Yeah.  He asked me if we could be cool with each other.  I said yes as
long as he doesn't ask me to fuck him.  He got kind of quiet for a second
and then said, `Okay, I deserved that.  Are we even?'  I laughed and said
yes."

"Great.  Perfect.  Aaron that was perfect."

"Thank you and tell Sean thank you."

I hung up and told Sean what happened.

"How did you get to be friends with him?" Sean asked.

"Aaron?  We moved here when I was six, in the middle of the school year.  I
went into first grade and I didn't know anyone.  Everyone had friends.  I
was a pretty shy scared kid.  I cried when my mother left me there.  I
think the teacher tried to get kids to talk to me.  I just remember I was
the strange kid who cried in class.  The second day, Aaron came up to me
and said hi and he asked me to do stuff with him and he told me to have
lunch with him.  I hung on him after that.  His mom invited me over to his
house for play dates.  I remember the first day I went I was scared and
didn't want my mother to leave.  But Aaron's mom was great.  She made these
oatmeal chocolate chip cookies that were so good.  My mother left and I was
fine."

He laughed.

"I think I didn't really make my own friends, for about two years.  All my
friends were Aaron's friends.  Devon was Aaron's friend."

"But you started getting into swimming and you still stayed friends?  I
mean he doesn't do anything."

"Yeah, we spent less time together, but he's always been my friend.  I mean
I have my Bolts friends, like you, and then my Aaron friends, which you're
now part of."

"They're your friends."

"Yeah, I mean Aaron has stayed shy, and he never got to be close friends
with those guys, maybe because of sports, maybe because he knew he was gay
and didn't feel like he fit in."

Sean said, "Well, he kind of doesn't."  My head snapped toward him.  I
stared.  "No, not because he's gay.  No one cares.  Everyone is on some
team, you know, athletic.  He just goes home after school.  He only goes to
sporting events at school if you go or dances."

"Like I said, he's shy or maybe.  Look whatever it is, he's my friend."

That night in bed I thought about Aaron a lot.  I've had a lot of friends
because of the Bolts and I've known a lot of guys because of David Ð
David's kid brother thing.  I've never had kids to my house, but I've only
gone to Aaron's house.  Aaron was like my background friend, my go to
friend when my time wasn't filled up.  Aaron was always there.  I started
feeling like a shit.  Did I just take him for granted?  Was I not a good
friend to him?  I mean I had the Bolts, school, shit with my parents.  I
had no time for any friends, but when I had time I hung out with Aaron.
Shit, why does he like me, I wondered.

The next day I hung around Aaron as much as I could.  Things seemed normal.
I walked up to Gary and said, "Sorry about the dog comment, but he's my
best friend and,"

"No, I understand.  What I said was stupid even if I don't get it."

After swim practice, Sean dropped me off.  He had told me that his mother
was calling my mother.  Dinner was ready when I got in.  I sat down at the
table.  My father said to me, "You're not sleeping over at your friends
house.  You've spent enough time away from your family.  No more study
dates or sleepovers at other people's houses.  Aren't you too old for
that?"

I just stared at him.

"If you or you're friends need help with schoolwork they can come here to
study."

Silence.

I ate my dinner and didn't say a word.  I helped clean up the dishes.  My
mother said, "I like Sean and his mother is nice, but"

I walked out of the kitchen.

I went to my room and counted the days until I would leave for UX.  At most
172.  I made a list of numbers on a sheet of paper and tacked it to my
wall.  I crossed off one day.  I thought about going for a run, but then
thought I should stay in unless he tells me that I couldn't go.  I wanted
to at least keep the possibility of a run with Aaron open.  We'd have to do
a quick jerk off.  Then I remembered Wednesday nights.

On the way to school I called David and told him what happened.  He said,
"He had this planned.  He was just waiting to screw you."

"What?"

"Granddad made him let you come here for Christmas.  This is payback."

"God, I hate him."

"Six months.  Suck it up for six months."

"I'm going to have friends here all weekend studying with me.  Aaron can
come on Saturday and stay late, maybe he'll sleep over and then Sean can
come after church.  Mom will have to feed them. "

He laughed.  "He poked the bear.  Just be careful, he'll come down on you."

"Can I ask you something?"

You just did."

"What?"

"What's your question?"

"Was I a bad friend to Aaron?"

"What?  Where's that coming from?"

"No not now.  I mean over the years.  Did I take him for granted?"

"Josh, fuck, you are so hard on yourself.  No, I don't think you took him
for granted.  If you weren't at the Bolts or at school or home, you were
over there."

"That's when I was a kid."

"You're still a kid."

"Fuck you.  God, sometimes you're a jerk.  Why can't you just answer me?"

"I did.  You had little time for friends and from what I remember when I
was in high school you were always with him, or he was always with you.
And who made sure he went to all the school events you went to."

"I guess.  Okay, thank you."

"Am I still a jerk?"

"What?  Oh sorry.  No.  Actually, yeah sometimes you are."

"Ass bite," he said.  Then we both laughed.

"That means you like me, right?"

The next day at school I talked to Sean.  "Yeah, your mother called and
told my mother they thought it best that you spend more time at home.  I
know they're your parents but damn they are weird."

"You're being kind."

I hunted out Aaron before first period.  "Hey," I said.

"You don't have to keep checking up on me.  It's all cool."

"I'm not.  I'm checking up to see if you've been running and if you want to
run tonight."

"Yeah, I ran last night.  Sure, when?"

I explained to him what was happening with my dad.  "This Bible thing is
like two hours, but they go early and stay a while.  As soon as they leave,
I'll call you and leave my house.  Meet me outside."

"Do I really have to do better than last time to, you know what?"

"Yup," I said and smiled.

"Maybe I'll take a nap when I get home."

I laughed.  "I'll be swimming after school.  If I can run, you should be
able to run without a nap."

After my parents left I took off.  On the way, I called Aaron.  He was
waiting for me outside.  He watched as I ran by him.  Then he started
running and caught up.  "You are such a butt," he said, watching as I set
my watch.

"I have our route planned out.  We did a little under four miles last time
and that was in almost an hour.  That's how fast I walk."

"That's because we stopped."

"Yeah, well, I don't have a lot of time, that's if you want to jerk off.
So, unless you're going to throw up."

"We could just do three miles."

"This is us in training for next year.  You've been running, right?"

"Yeah, I did three miles yesterday."

"Time?"

"I didn't time myself, but I didn't stop."

"Okay, four miles today and let's say fifty minutes.  We'll do a twelve
minute mile pace and stop for two minutes half way."

"Is this a twelve minute pace?"

"Yeah, about."

"I'm going to fucking die."

We ran for a while.  "Do you hate running?" I asked.

"Running?  No, I guess not.  Why?"

"I'll jerk off with you if you don't want to run?"

"You don't want me to run with you?"

"What? No.  I was just thinking that I was forcing you to run."

"A couple of years ago you asked me to start running with you.  When David
went away.  You didn't want to run alone.  I said no."

"Yeah, I remember now.  So, why say yes now."

"I hated that I said no."

"Why?"

"I wanted to.  Shit.  Doing anything athletic scares me.  I'm no good at
anything and you're so good."

"David kicked my ass."

"Yeah, I guess but come on, you're a hundred times better at stuff.  I
didn't want to look like the nerd I am.  I said no and then I wished I
hadn't.  A couple of times I went for runs but I always walk home and then
quit.  So, when you asked again, I was scared again but I made myself say
yes."

"Have I been a good friend?  And you can say no, or mediocre."

He stopped.  "What's going on?"  I stopped.

"Have I?"

"Josh, you're like really the only friend I have, the rest are because of
you."

"That doesn't answer my question.  And start running," I said, running.  He
caught up to me.

"Yes, you've been a good friend, a very good friend."

"Why were you scared I'd reject you?"

"Are you ever scared when you think of telling anyone?"

I sighed.  "I was scared to tell David."

"I guess that answer the question.  I told my mother I was scared and her
exact words were, `he'd never reject you.  One he's a young man with
character and two he loves you."

"I have character?"

"I have no idea what that means.  I think she just has a crush on you."

I looked at him "Not a sexual crush, but like a `you're the best kid in the
neighborhood' kind of crush."

"Well I probably am."

We laughed.

"So, I'm scared thinking of running with you and David in September.  But
it's a good goal.  I really want to run with you guys.  I want to be able
to keep up with you guys."

"Stretch before and after you run.  I'll give you a workout schedule.  You
should do fast days with short runs.  Short like three miles.  Then slower
runs with distance.  You should take a couple of days off a week."

"Write this all down."

"Okay.  We'll make a schedule.  I can only get out on Wednesday nights
during the week, but we can run on the weekend."

"I'm excited about this."

"If I've ever not been a good friend to you, I'm sorry."

"Fuck, Josh.  What's going on?  Are you getting down on yourself?"

"Sometimes I think I'm just a bad person and lucky no one knows it."

"Wow.  But you're not."

We ran for two miles and then I stopped.  "How do you know this is two
miles?" he asked.

"David and I have mapped out five different runs.  This is where we turn
around and head back."

"Did it take you fifty minutes?" he asked, huffing and puffing.  He walked
with his hands on his hips.

"On a slow run it was thirty-five or so minutes.  All out it was more like
under thirty."

"No way.  You think I'm going to run like that by September.

"That's only an eight minute mile and only four miles.  When we'd run six
or seven miles we'd slow it down."  I chuckled.  "Think of what great shape
you'll be in.  You know you need a nice muscular ass so that when you're
fucking some guy you've got all that weight to throw around.  And you've
got to have strong legs to wrap around some guy when he's fucking you?"

He laughed.  "You're giving me wood."

I started running.

"No way that was two minutes."

The last mile I could tell he was pushing it.  I slowed down.  We got to
his house and went in.  "Where are your parents?" I said.

"Every other week on Wednesday nights they have a card game.  It's here
every other month."

"Oh yeah, that's right."  I ran the stairs to his room.  He walked
complaining.  I asked as I pulled off my sweatshirt, "You to tired to jerk
off?"

He chuckled and started undressing.  "You want to rinse off.  I'm all
sweaty."

"Yeah, sure."  I followed him into the bathroom.  He ran the shower and
then stepped in.  It was like the shower David and I had.  "Should I wait
until you're done?" I asked.

He turned and looked at me.  "You want to shower with me?"

"Save water."

He chuckled.  "Yeah, that would be hot, but I might,"

I stepped in.  "I've seen you hard, remember?"

We stood under the shower.  As I soaped myself I noticed that his dick was
getting hard.  Seeing his dick move started mine.  I got my hands soapy and
then ran my cock through my fists.  He watched.  I said, "You need some
soap," and then ran my hand over his erection.

He watched and then stroked his cock.  "Do you want to do it in the
shower?" he asked.

"I have time before I have to get home, so let's just do it like last
time."

"Cool," he said.  He turned the water off.  With cocks swinging, we dried
off.

We sat on his futon.  "Did you jerk off today," I asked.

"No, I was going to, but I saved myself," he said and chuckled.  "You?"

"Same."

We stroked.  I stopped. He looked at me.  I said, "I told you I sucked
cock.  I'd be fine doing that with you, really, but I'm not sure it's a
good idea.  I talked to David."

"You tell him everything?"

"Everything."

"You are so lucky to have him for a brother.  I wish there was someone I
could talk to."

"I think if we mess around, we could fuck up our friendship.  You know.  I
mean like you said we're going to know each other forever and we could talk
to each other about this stuff, like I do with David.  Maybe when we're old
men, you know, thirty or something, we can mess around and not get weird."

"You think we could get jealous if we're messing around and then one of us
gets a boyfriend?"

"Yeah.  And we should be happy for each other and not upset.  I mean I know
I'd want to hear all about your dates and I'd want to tell you about mine."

"Yeah, I agree.  I'm cool with this.  I'm dying to know what it's like, but
I don't think I'll try anything until college."

"So, we can jerk off with each other.  And give each other a good feel," I
said and grabbed his cock.  He reached over and grabbed mine.  We took
turns stroking each other.  I liked masturbating him.  I watched as he
stroked my cock.

He said, "You really do have a great cock.  Even when you're not hard it
looks great."

"Mine doesn't look much different than yours when they're soft."  He looked
at me as he stroked my cock.  "I think mine looks different because I trim.
We'll trim yours this weekend."

Then I went back to stroking mine and he stroked his.

He moaned, "I'm close."

"Shoot this way," I said.  "I want to use it as lube."  We both moved, he
was almost on his side facing me.  "Aim for my junk," I said.

"Hard to miss," he said.  I laughed.  I moved my cock close to him.  He
leaned in.  He was stroking hard.  He started shooting.  His cum hit my
cock, my balls and my stomach.

We sat back and check out his cum all over my cock.  Then I rubbed it
around and started jerking off.

He said, "I do that."

"Do what?"

"Use my cum for lube.  I jerk off and then jerk off again.  You ever do
that?"

"Yes."  I squeezed my cock, running my fist up and down.  He was stroking
his cock.  "You going to jerk off again?"

"Yeah, sure," he said.  "Hit my junk."

I stroked.  It felt wonderful.  "Move this way.  I'm close."  We leaned
toward each other.  I held my cock about six inches from his and stroked
hard.  Moments later I was coming.

"Oh wow, that feels cool," he said.

I sat back and laughed.  "Cool?"

He was stroking hard.  While I watched him, I gently stroked my cock.  It
was sensitive.  The air was full with the smell of cum and the sound of
sticky cock stroking.  Soon I was stroking again.

"Have you ever seen David hard?"

I glanced at him.  "Yeah and he's seen me."

"Who's bigger?"

I smiled.  "I'm bigger but he's bigger than you."

After working up a sweat, he leaned toward me.  I leaned toward him and
pressed my cock head against his as he stroked.  His cock was bouncing
against my cock and then he started shooting.  "Oh wow.  Oh wow," he
moaned.  His cum covered my cock head and my hand.

I stroked hard as he sat back.  I moaned.  He quickly moved toward me.  I
shot into his pubic hair.  I sat back breathing hard.

"Fuck, that was cool.  Twice," he said.  He played with my cum.

"We'd better shower," I said.

We jumped into the shower.  I took the soap and ran it over his chest and
crotch.  "Turn around."  He did.  I washed his back and his butt crack.
Then I handed him the soap.  He said, "I'm glad you said that."

"What?"

"About us just jerking off.  I can wait until we're older."

I said, "Just promise if you find a boyfriend before me, you'll help fix me
up."

"Yeah, right.  You'll have to fix me up."

"You want me to get you laid.  If you do, I'll figure out something."

He laughed.  "Not here."  He smiled.  "Maybe at UX.  Maybe we can do a
three or four-way."  He laughed.  He ran his hands over my chest, abs and
junk.

"You haven't even had sex with anyone and you're wanting to have a
four-way?"

"I've seen those videos,"

"What videos?"

"On the net.  Four or five good looking twinks having sex.  It looks like
fun."

"Twinks?"

"Turn around."  I did.  He ran his hands over my back, over my ass cheeks
and down the crack.  "Fuck, you've got such a great body."

"Shut up.  Twinks?"

"You know young guys, good looking, sexy, hot, smooth.  Like you and me."

"Next time I come over, you're showing me these videos.  You'd be into
doing stuff like that?"

"I'd try it.  I mean I wouldn't do it with guys I didn't know.  But if you
were there and maybe whoever you got head from.  Do I know him?"

"I can't say.  I promised."

"That's cool.  But yeah," he said and chuckled.  "Wouldn't you?"

I turned toward him.  We rinsed off.  I said, "Yeah, sure, with guys I
knew."

He smiled.

"Okay.  I'll work on that."  Then he really laughed.  We dried off and then
I dressed in my running clothes.

He said, "Write down the stretching stuff too."

"We'll run Saturday and I'll have this all written out and I'll show you
the stretches."



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