Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2019 17:54:55 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: I Didn't Pee the Bed part 11 gay male incest This story contains sexual situations between two bothers and other males. If you are under the age of 18 and are legally not allowed to read this story, or if material of this nature is offensive to you, then you should skip this story. The author claims the copyright to all parts of this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed except by the author. This is my second story for NIFTY. The first is in High School, Danny's First Love. Last posted on June 27th. I'm not a writer, but I thought I'd again try my hand at fiction. The seeds for this story were planted by an ex-lover. I'm a college graduate who majored in the hard science, did post-graduate work in medical research. English has always been my worst subject. So here goes. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Please donate to Nifty! I Didn't Pee The Bed, part Eleven By Anthony Scordato Andrew attended UC Davis. I finished UC Berkeley and started medical school at UCSF. Mr. Corbin was true to his word. He paid for my tuition and gave me a nice monthly allowance, which covered my rent on a small studio apartment and expenses. I was going to be able to get through school without debt. The summer I moved to San Francisco, Andrew stayed with me for a couple of weeks and then went back to school. He had decided that he was going to take classes during the summer so as to finish school in three years. Then he'd be off to veterinarian school. We did mess around when he stayed with me, but he also informed me that he was dating while at school. I guess I had mixed feelings about that but couldn't complain. Paul was still dropping by once in a while and spending the night. Andrew did get his degree in three years. He had applied to several veterinarian schools and thought he would get into the school at UC Davis but was hoping to be accepted into the veterinarian school at Cornell University in New York. He claimed it was the best school in the USA. I couldn't help but hope that he wasn't accepted and would stay in California. When I asked him what his thoughts were about us being so far apart, he said, "I think it will be fine. We probably need a break from each other." My stomach roiled with anxiety. "What? What do you mean?" "Well, I know we'll always be in touch and probably someday we'll be partners, you know, lovers, but I think we should kind of cool it for now. You know, maybe explore other options." "Haven't you been exploring and can't you do that here?" "Yeah, I guess I have, but I just think this might be for the best for now. I mean it's not like before when we didn't know where the other was and couldn't talk. We'll still be in touch, always. I mean we talk to each other almost every day. We still will." Tears filled my eyes. "Jas. I love you. I just think I want to get away from all of this. I mean I'm going to miss you and the Greene's a lot. But I just think it's best for me for now." He was accepted to Cornell and did leave. When he left I feel apart, much like when we were separated. I went into a deep depression and started struggling with my studies. Paul came to the rescue once again. He visited often, spent the night and held me. "Maybe you should get into therapy," Paul said. "Really? Have you been in therapy?" "Yes. I know a really good therapist. Maybe he can help you." "Yeah, sure. I'm going to go in and tell him that I'm gay and that I've been fucking my brother. That will go over real well." "He's gay. I doubt that he fucked his brother, but he won't judge. He's not like that." "I don't need therapy." "Yeah, actually I think you do." I stared at him angrily. "Fuck you." "It's not a bad thing, Jason. You've got a load of shit to work out." "So, I go in and say what? I've got shit to work out. Give me a break." "No, you go in and say that you don't think you are worth being loved. That you don't know what it is like to feel the love of another person. That you confuse being a caretaker and loving someone with being in love with someone." I felt rage fill my body. I began to shake. "You better leave." "Jason. If you care about yourself as much as I care about you, you'd give yourself a shot at a real love relationship." "I think you should leave." "You see, you can love and I think you can be in love with someone. I, on the other hand, have never known love. You have. Andrew loved and loves you and you know what that's like. And you know what it's like to love someone. You've just got it all confused with caretaking. I can't be loved. I can only be with guys who don't love me or aren't in love with me." I seemed to be calming down, but I was still angry. "That's why I am able to be with you. I know you care about me and love me but you don't want to be with me. If you ever did, I'd be gone. It's like I get crazy inside. I wish and hope that will change, but," he sighed. "But you love me. I know you do." "I do. Very much. But you're not in love with me and I know that. I mean if you didn't see me for a year would you care? I mean you'd miss me but you won't care. Then if I showed up we'd be happy to see each other." "So, is that bad?" "No. And that's why I keep seeing you. We're friends who love each other and fuck." I sighed. "If it was more than that, I'd freak out and leave." "But why?" He shook his head. "I can't talk about that. I'll say this; a lot of abuse at a very young age, by people who should have protected me instead of abusing me." "So, I didn't have anyone loving me when I was at a very young age." "True, but you and your brother had each other. My brother was a major part of my abuse." I sighed. "I'll think about it. Wait you have a brother?" "Yes and he's someone I chose not to know." "But why?" "I don't want to get into what it was like growing up and having him as part of what all happened." We looked at each other. I said, "Sexual abuse?" He sighed. "Now he's a right-wing religious nut who is very judgmental. I don't need him in my life." Weeks went by. My depression didn't lift. I worried that I'd not do well enough to pass my last year of medical school and I desperately wanted to do my internship at UCSF. They had a great pediatric program. I did start therapy. It took me two months to tell him that I had been fucking my brother. I was sure he was going to freak out, but he just nodded and said, "You and he have a deep love for each other. It doesn't surprised me that in the situation you were in, you and he would turn to each other for comfort. Clearly, he knew you were the safest place for him to explore." "Yeah, I get that, but are you getting that it went on afterwards, until he left for New York." "I heard you. And I heard you say that when he left you felt abandoned once again." I sighed and nodded. Andrew and I talked four or five times a week. He loved the east coast and was seriously involved with another student at Cornell. He wouldn't be coming to California any time soon, but asked me to come to New York to visit and meet David. "I know you'll love him. He's a great guy." "I'm sure he is and it sounds like I'd really like him too, but I can't take time off this summer and I'm tight for money." I did get my internship at UCSF. I continued in therapy. I found it a safe place, something that I realized I needed. He and I talked about why I had not been dating anyone, other than seeing Paul periodically. "I don't feel like I can offer anyone anything. I mean I guess I can start going out and doing one nighters and fuck this guy and then that guy, but," "You know it doesn't have to be one nighters or I'm out to fall in love. Many men date and date over a period of time." "It seems like that's just leading some guy on." "Then just be honest. You're not at a place in your life to get deeply involved but you're looking for honest companionship with another man. I'm sure there are other gay men at UCSF that have similar wants." "Actually, there is someone I'm very attracted to. I had a pediatric seminar with him last semester. I've heard that he's gay, but I have no idea if he's with someone." "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out." "You just don't get it. I've never done the flirty thing or the feel someone out to see if they are interested. I went from my brother, to Paul and Mr. Corbin. The entire time I was with Corbin, I never dated anyone. I had sex with Corbin or Paul. Then my brother and then a couple of one night stands where I didn't ever bother asked their names. Now I'm supposed to cozy up to this guy and figure out if he's interested." "It seems like good practice." I stewed about how to approach this guy for days. Finally, I called Paul. He told me to go to his office under some pretense. "Tell him you're interested in his work. He's a Ped's doctor, right? You want to be a Ped's doctor." "He's a cancer doctor. Kid's cancer." "Well, all the better. Tell him you're interested in pediatrics and make something up." "Like?" "Ask him what it's like working with kids." "Okay, so how does that get me anywhere I want to go?" "Talk to him. See if he engages or if he's going to just blow you off. If he engages then ask him out of coffee. If he really engages, you know, flirts, then ask him out for dinner or drinks." It took me three days to get up the courage to find his office. I went there twice and he wasn't in. Someone told me that he was in his lab or on the peds ward. I decided it was best to try to catch him in his office. On a Friday, as I was leaving UCSF, I decided to give it another try. I took the elevator to the fourth floor and walked down the hall to his office. His door was ajar. My stomach churned. I felt like a high schooler about to ask the prettiest girl in the school for a date to the prom. I took a deep breath and tapped on the door. "Come in." I pushed to door open. "Dr. Spatola," I said. He glanced at me and smiled. "Jason, come in." I was surprised he remembered my name. "How are you doing? Sit down," he said. "I'm good. How are you?" "Well, it's Friday, so good," he said and smiled again. "What can I do for you?" He had one of those inviting smiles: wide, full lips, white straight teeth. "Well, you know I'm interested in doing a ped's residence and I was wondering what your experience has been working with kids." He sat back in his chair and stared at me. He sighed. "Well, it's both very difficult and at the same time very rewarding. They open their hearts to you. I find it hard not to let them in. Working with kids with cancer," he shook his head. "Well, sometimes it can break your heart, while other times it's fills you with joy." We talked for almost an hour. I remembered why I enjoyed my seminar with him so much. He was wonderful to look at and had the most soothing voice. He had a full head of thick light brown hair that was mostly straight but had a slight unruly wave to it. His eyes were big and sat upon high cheek bones. His nose was just the right size for his face and his mouth was what I can best describe as very kiss-able. He was tall and slim, and I often wondered what he had under his loose fitting shirts. He looked to be in great shape and, although at that moment I couldn't see it, I remembered that he had a large bulge in his pants. When he'd come into our seminar, he'd often be wearing his white buttoned lab coat. He'd start his lecture and while talking he'd unbutton and pull off his coat and set it aside. I used to have fantasies that he'd just keep undressing. He never sat behind his desk. He either sat in a chair in the front of the class or he'd sit on the desk, scooting back. As he'd settle into a comfortable position, my eyes would fall upon the bulge always sitting against his left leg. Many times, I'd pull wood thinking about what it would be like to unzip and drop his pants and then nuzzle up to his boxer briefs and take a deep breath taking in his man scent. I fantasized about feeling his erection grow as it pressed against my face. Then I'd pull them down and feast upon what I imagined would be a delicious package. He asked me about myself. I stayed vague but told him that I had been in foster care and separated from my brother. I told him that I wasn't sure I could work with kids with cancer, but that I wanted to be a pediatrician. He nodded understanding and smiled. Was he flirting, I wondered. Was I? I could tell we were coming to the natural end of our conversation. I felt my insides shaking when I said, "I was wondering if you'd be interested in sometime getting together for," I hesitated. Do I go safe and say coffee or go for it and say a drink or dinner? "for a drink or maybe dinner sometime?" He exhaled loudly with raised eyebrows and then smiled. "Sure. That's sounds good. When were you thinking?" "Anytime that is good for you. I'm pretty much free," I said. "Well, I could use a drink and food now, or we can plan a time to get together. But on one condition and that's that you let me pay." "Ah," "How about his. I'll buy us dinner and you can buy me a drink." "Sounds good. And tonight is great with me. I'd like to go home for a shower and change. Where can me meet?" We went to an Italian part of San Francisco and had a wonderful dinner. I bought us a bottle of Chianti wine; his favorite wine. Then we went for dessert at an Italian cafˇ. "So, you said that you were in Italy." he said over dessert. "How did that happen?" "Ah. This isn't going to sound right." "You don't have to say. How did you like it?" "Italy was one of my favorite places. The food and the people and the site were wonderful." I hesitated. "I guess you could say that for a period of time I lived with a man who was very wealthy and I traveled with him. I mean I kind of had a job, but the truth was that I was his boy-toy as they say." "Was it a good experience?" he asked sounding cautious. "Yes. He was a very good guy. Very kind, caring and never abusive in any way." "Good. I remember you saying that you were in foster care. Was this while," "Oh no. I left foster care. I was sixteen. It had nothing to do with that." "Oh good." We sat silently for a uncomfortable moment. "I'm of Italian heritage. I'm exploring and embracing it," he said and smiled. I smiled. "If I were Italian, I'd embrace it too. You really have to go sometime. The food there is so different than what we have here." "What do you mean?" "Well the caprese salad we had. In Italy the mozzarella is like creamy and sweet and the tomatoes are so fresh. One night I had a mozzarella and prosciutto salad. The prosciutto here is kind of salty. In Italy the prosciutto is sweet. They don't salt it. It is unbelievably delicious." He smiled. "You're very well-traveled for someone so young. I guess your boy-toy experience was mostly positive." "Very much so when compared to what might have happened." He hadn't asked me if I was gay. I guess it was understood, but part of the reason I told him that I was a boy-toy was to let him know. I wondered if at some time he'd mention that he was gay. We walked for a while and ended up on a pier that overlooked the San Francisco Bay and the Bay Bridge. "You haven't said much about your childhood," I said. We were both looking across the bay. I heard him sigh. "My dad left when I was young. Haven't seen him since. My mom is a lawyer in a small town northeast of here; north of Sacramento. It was a very nice place to grow up." He turned and looked at me. "I fell in love with my best friend. I guess I always knew at some level that I was gay, but the first time I saw him naked and hard, I almost pasted out as the blood rushed to my cock." I laughed. "It was wonderful for a time. We had great sex, but he maintained that he was bisexual and dated girls while we had a very secret and torrid relationship." "How did it end? I assume that it did." "Yes, it did. He graduated a year before me and took off, joined the Marines. I haven't heard from him since." "His loss," I said. He smiled. "You don't know me well enough to know that. Maybe I'm a real asshole and he was smart to hit the road." "Well, you're right. I don't know you. But I'd like to get to know you and I doubt that your much of an asshole. At least, your reputation at school suggests that you are a pretty nice guy." He smiled. "I'd like to get to know you, too." I reached over and took his hand. We looked at each other. I moved toward him. He moved toward me. We kissed. I was surprised at how my body responded. My face tingled as his tongue touched mine. I felt short of breath and my cock got rock hard. He started to pull back. We looked into each other's eyes and then kissed again. I sighed. He sighed. I said, while we kissed, "I think we should grab a cab." He looked at me and smiled. "I think you're right." We went to his apartment. It was on top of one of the many hills of San Francisco and had a view of the Golden Gate Bridge. "Wine?" he asked. "You're going to ply me with wine and them have your way with me." "I was planning to have my way with you with or without the wine." He smiled and I laughed. "Actually," I said, "I was hoping it would be me who had my way with you. And yes, I'll have wine." He opened a bottle of Chianti and pour it. "Italian," I said. "Very." We went out on the balcony and looked at the Bridge. "Beautiful," I said. "I'm not sure why, but it sooths me." "The bridge?" "The water, the bridge, the hills, the lights. I think it's so timeless in a way." He looked at me. "It makes any shit that I have seem so momentary. I don't know. There's so much pain in the world and yet a lot of beauty, too. I'm not saying one should ignore the pain. If I thought that I wouldn't be working with the kids that I work with. But the beauty is worth focusing on also." I nodded. We stared at each other. I said, "There's an excitement in this moment. And that's kind of a beautiful thing." He smiled big. "I'd say you're a beautiful sight." I laughed. "I already said I'd get in your bed. You don't have to flatter me." He laughed. "If the truth flatters you, then it's flattery." He took my hand and walked me to his bedroom. He took my glass from me and placed his and my glass on the nightstand. I kicked off my shoes and started to pull off my shirt. He stopped me. "I hope you won't think I'm kind of silly, but I have this weird thing." "What?" "Well, if you and I do this again, it won't be the first time. We will have discovered and become familiar with each other's body. This first time is unique." I felt my face tingling. My cock was already hard. "Can we make out and slowly undress each other and let me marvel at all that is you." Oh my God, I thought. This is going to be incredible. "I get to marvel too, right?" "Sure and anything else you like. But I should say that I don't bottom. I hope that's not a problem." "I'm very versatile, so I'm good with that. You will fuck me though, right?" He smiled. "Sometime before the sun rises, if you like." "I like. And as for me, I'm clean. So, we can bareback if you'd like." "Same here." He smiled and kissed me. I lay flat. He lay beside me, his hand on my chest and looking down at me. We kissed. "I'm looking forward to enjoying the taste of your cum," he whispered. Again I felt my face tingling and my cock pulse. No one had ever so slowly seduced and teased me, especially knowing I was there to be taken. Him enjoying and wanting me but taking his time, had me close to coming in my pants. I sighed. "Fuck, Dr. Dan." He chuckled. "If we're going to do this," he said, "Call me Dan and Danny." He pressed his tongue into my mouth. "Danny," I said, as we kissed. "I haven't been this turned on in years. I might cum before you get my pants off." "Then I'd have to lick you clean," he said and chuckled. As we kissed he tugged at my shirt. I lifted up and helped him take it off. I lay back down and watch him stare at my torso. He ran his hand over my pec, my nipples and abs. "Damn," he said, glancing up at me. "I might cum before we get my pants off. You really are a beautiful sight." His touch was light. He ran his fingers up and down my torso. Then he leaned down and kissed and licked my pecs, abs and navel. He smiled at me and then kissed me on the mouth. I pulled at his shirt. I'd been wanting to know what he was hiding for months. He lay flat. "Damn, I knew you were in shape, but do you have any fat on you?" "Seven percent," he said and smiled. "I've always been skinny." "Ah, you're not skinny. You've got abs like crazy. I bet you have the grooves down your hips." He smiled. "I guess we'll see." "I want to see now," I said and pull his pants down a bit. When I did I felt his cock and it was hard and big. I put my head on his stomach and pulled up at his pants to look down them and sure enough he had those grooves and a huge cock. All I could see was the shaft. The head was held tight against his left hip and held in place by his boxer briefs. "Fuck," I said as I lay beside him. "What do you do?" "Kiss, lick, suck cock, fuck, a little biting," I smiled. "I mean working out." He laughed. "I've always run. I've been running since I could walk. I swim now and do some lifting." "And you suck and fuck." "Actually, I haven't done that in a while. I've kind of stopped putting myself out there." "But you weren't so shy about us getting together." "I didn't say that I wasn't responding to invitations. But it's been a while since anyone has asked." "That's because everyone assumes you're taken or that you'd say no." "I'm glad it didn't stop you." He pushed me down and rolled me over onto my stomach. I wondered what he was going to do. He reached under me and started to undo my pants. I quickly helped. He pulled my pants off and then pulled my briefs down, exposing my ass. He ran his hands over my buttocks and then pulled my cheeks apart. The thought of him staring at my hole got me right back to being extremely turned on. He ran a finger down the crack of my ass and then stopped at my hole. I arched my buttocks upward and sighed. Then I felt his breath on my ass and then his lips on my hole. He kissed and licked and probed with his finger. I sighed. He took hold of the waistband of my briefs and pulled them off of me. I wanted to turn over but he held my hips down and then spread my legs and reached for my balls. "You really are wonderful to touch and look at." He then pulled off his pants and lay beside me. We smiled at each other and then he turned his head. "You really enjoy this, don't you." "Are you enjoying it?" "Very much," I said as I straddled his legs. "I'm so turned on I'm dripping pre-cum and I never get pre-cum unless I masturbate to almost orgasm and then stop. I haven't even touched myself and I'm wet." I pulled his briefs off him. I put my hands on his buttocks. They were smooth and all muscle. I spread his cheeks apart. "Is it okay if I play back here?" "Sure." "Can I finger your hole or," "Finger away." "I just thought," "I've been fucked. Someday I'll explain." I leaned down and kissed his hole and then probed it with my tongue. He arched his hips upward and sighed. I licked and kissed and touched his hole. I could have spent and hour eating his ass, but I wanted his cock. I reached for his balls. He rolled over and sat up. I took hold of his cock. It was cut, rock hard and at least eight and maybe nine inches and a good handful. My sphincter tightened as I thought about all of it opening my hole and sliding deep into me. I wanted it. He took hold of my cock. We looked at each other. He pulled me to him. I lay on him and we kissed and bit and licked passionately as we pressed against each other. I couldn't remember the last time I was so turned on or so close to coming without getting sucked or fucked. He rolled on top of me. He bit my chin, my ear and then the nap of my neck as we pressed against each other. I tried to hold back but, I called out, "I'm close, I'm going to cum." Instantly, he was down on me and my cock was in his mouth. My legs went rigid and my body shook as my climax hit. I grabbed the sheets and moaned, "Oh fuck, Danny." Cum pulsed so hard through my cock it almost hurt. I was shaking, moaning and grunting. He was moaning and swallowing. I called out, "Don't swallow it all." When I stopped coming, he moved up toward me. "Kiss me," I said. He smiled and pressed his cum covered tongue into my mouth. We kissed and kissed until he sighed, "I'm close." Before he could say more, I had his cock in my mouth. His orgasm was intense and he moaned loudly. Streams of thick man juice shot into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed. Then I let the rest gather in my mouth. When he was done coming, I moved and looked down at him. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Did you save me some?" I nodded. He pulled me down to him. We kissed and shared his cum.