Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2020 18:51:19 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: I didnt pee the bed part 14 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. 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! 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 Didn't Pee The Bed, part Fourteen By Anthony Scordato I was both excited and disappointed when I received the call from Andrew that he was definitely moving back to Northern California. He had come to San Francisco for two days to interview for two jobs. One was at an animal hospital in San Francisco and the other was in San Mateo across the Golden Gate Bridge. As it turned out, he was offered and accepted both jobs. He would be working twelve hour shifts three days a week at each. He was able to work it so that he worked in San Francisco on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. He then worked in San Mateo on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays. When I asked why he was stretching himself so thin, he reminded me that he had over 200K worth of student loans to pay back. He told me that he planned on getting a small one-bedroom apartment in San Mateo so that he could spend Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights there and then spend Wednesday through Saturday nights with me. I wanted to argue with him, telling him that the drive to San Mateo across the bridge would be almost traffic free in the mornings. He could save that money he was using for rent. I held back. But I decided I had to ask him his intentions. When he visited San Francisco for his interviews, he spend only one night in California. That night was wonderful. We were at each other before dinner, after dinner and several times through the night. I don't know how he made it through that interview, but after it was over he headed to the airport for a red-eye back to NY. We never talked about what it would mean if he did move bac, but on the way to the airport I brought up the subject. "I'm curious," I said. "What?" "Well, maybe you don't know the answer to this and that's okay. But what are you thinking with regards to us when you come back? I'm assuming since we had such a good time with each other when you were here," "You mean the sex?" "Yeah. I guess what I'm asking is that is it like a friends with benefits thing?" "Is that what you want?" "Actually, what I'd like is for us to be monogamous lovers like we planned all those years ago." "Well, that's what I was thinking, too." I gave a sigh of relief. "Then why the apartment in San Mateo?" "I know me, Jason. I would hate the commute. Also, if I move in with you, into your place, well it will be all yours. I know you don't understand this, but I need some time to find me and build a me in San Francisco." "Okay." "Look. It doesn't mean we have to be apart those nights. You can come to my apartment if you want and spend the night. Let me host you, bed you in my bed," he said and chuckled. "I'd like that." "Jason. You took such good care of me when I was a kid. I'd like for us to care for ourselves and each other, which means me sometimes taking care of you. It can't be just you taking care of me. It puts me in that little brother position and I don't want that." "Okay, I get that," I said. "I get that you want to have your own place for a while. I mean who knows where we'll be working five or ten years from now." "Exactly. You know sometime down the road I'd like to have a house on some land and have a practice. Of course, that all has to fit with what you want to do." Tears filled my eyes as I heard him planning our future. "A house and land sounds wonderful." I started counting the days until he'd make the move. Danny and I continued our `friends with benefits' relationship. We were seeing each other at least twice a week. Being with him was wonderful. Ð easy, fun and fulfilling. The sex remained awesome. In an odd way, it was getting better and better. I had been working hard in therapy, then going twice a week, trying to give up my need to be in control and satisfying the needs of others even before they asked. My therapist said that the price I paid for being so hyper vigilant to other's needs was never being aware of my own. Sitting in therapy with tears welling up in my eyes, I said, "A five year old boy was brought in on Thursday. His eyes were swollen closed. When I examined his actual eyes, they were filled with blood. He had been beaten by his mother with a belt. She beat him across his face with a belt." Tears fell from my eyes. "Was he blinded?" "Right now he can't see. His actual eyeballs were filled with blood." I hung my head. "How are you doing?" I sighed. "I was able to hold it together while I examined him. His mother was taken into custody, so I didn't have to deal with her. When we got him a bed and got him settle down, I walked into the stairwell and cried. By the time I got home, I was raging. I guess it was all about my mother. I called Danny. We don't usually see each other on Thursdays but I called him and asked if I could sleep at his apartment." "What did he say?" I looked up at him. "He said, Of course. I went there, sat on his sofa, he held me and I cried." "He must know what you were feeling like. I'm sure he'd seen kids suffer." I nodded. "It's weird. If it were someone else I'd worry that they thought I was weak and shouldn't be working with kids." "Because it affected you emotionally?" I nodded. "You do realized it is the fact that you are affected that makes you such a good doctor, especially with kids. But the danger is burnout." "How do you avoid that?" "Doing what you did. Having someone hold you, let you cry and not judge you." I began to sob. "Talk if you can." "I held Andrew when he was scared and would cry. No one ever held me. When he was scared I'd tell him that I was there for him and he didn't need to be scared. No one ever told me I didn't need to be scared. And I was scared." Tears rolling down my face, I looked up at my therapist and saw tears in his eyes. "That little boy that lives inside of you needs to be held and you've found your way to someone who can do that in a safe way." "You know what's weird. I woke up in the middle of the night and I had my head on Danny's chest. He had his arm around me. I listed to his heart and his breathing and then fell asleep again." "Why is that weird?" I exhaled loudly. "When I lived with Corbin, he had a king size bed. We'd have sex and them we'd go to our sides and go to sleep. I don't think we ever touched during the night. I slept with Paul and he and I did the same thing. Sex and then no touching. When Danny and I first got together, I'd pull away after sex and he'd tell me not to do that. He wanted to cuddle for a while and then we pulled away. Then it started to change. I'd put my arm over him and we'd fall asleep. But then it changed again. We'd go to sleep with his arm over me. I'd lay there and think it was weird. But now I'm waking up in his arms." "Would you say being held is something you needed, especially that night?" "Yes." "So you're becoming more aware of what you need?" "It feels weird. Like I'm weak." "About six months ago, Danny called and asked you to spend the night, not for sex but for company. You went to his apartment. He informed you that he lost a little girl to cancer. He was hurting. He cried. You knew exactly how to help him, right?" I nodded. "Did he seem weak." Tears filled my eyes. "No. It's part of why I love and admire him so much." We stared at each other. I sighed. "I know. But when I break down like I did and cry and need to be held, well, it's like I peed the bed." One night Danny and I had a date to meet at his apartment after work and then headed to our favorite restaurant and then back again to a night of sex. I showered at home and then went to his apartment when he called me and said he was heading home. I got to his apartment before him. "A quick shower and then we can head out," he said. I heard the shower running. My cock got rock hard. I undressed and joined him in the shower. He smiled at me. I got on my knees and sucked his dick. Then I stood and said, "I want to get fucked and fucked hard," as I turned. He soaped up my ass and his cock and pressed into me. As soon as the head of his cock entered my ass, I pressed hard against him in one fast move. His cock was deep inside of me. My knees shook. He held me and began thrusting almost lifting me off the shower flood. "Fuck, yeah," I called out. I began masturbating. He pushed my hand away and put both my hands against the shower wall. He fucked me hard and fast until he came. Then he spun me around and took me deep into his throat. I held his head and face fucked him, shooting my load down this throat. We held each other and kissed. "That was fantastic," he said. I chuckled. "Very fantastic." "Round two after dinner?" "Three and four," I said and kissed him. As the day approached that Andrew would be moving, Danny and I talked about what would come next for us. He had started seeing my therapist. I was happy about that. He deserved to be happy with someone he could love and be loved by and stop doing this friends with benefits thing. I told him that he was fooling himself if he thought what we had was much different from what two men might have who were committed to each other. He shook his head and said he wasn't sure he could allow himself to feel that deeply about someone again. He said that when his high school love left him it shook him to his core. However, he did agree to start therapy. Inwardly, I smiled. I knew this was the first step toward giving up his resistance to falling in love. Danny and I agreed that we should stop our sexual hook ups at the end of April and get together at least once a week to have dinner. I had balked at the idea when he suggested it, but he said he needed that time to comfortably pull back to a `just friend' relationship. Danny and I did spend time together without hooking up. It was hard for me to keep my hands off him. I wondered if it was hard for him. Then it occurred to me that I had someone that would soon re-enter my life as a lover. He did not. That realization helped me not violate the distance we agreed upon. Finally, he had started therapy with my therapist. I was happy that he'd have a place to talk this through and perhaps find someone he could love. He deserved that. Andrew made his flight reservations and text me the information. He ended the text with, `I am so excited for our future'. I waited for Andrew to come through airport security. When I spotted him my heart started pounding in my chest. He smiled. We put our arms around each other and held on. He pulled back and then kissed me and then pulled me back into a tight hug. I felt my eyes well up. "I'm so happy to be back," Andrew said. "I'm happy, too." We walked to baggage claim and picked up his luggage. He had just one medium suitcase. I asked, "Where's all your stuff?" "I shipped it UPS. It will be here next week." We made our way to my car. Once on the freeway, I put my hand on his leg. "Are you hungry?" I asked. "I have food, but we can stop for something." "I just want to get to your apartment, take a shower and get in your bed." "Tired?" "Horny." I smiled as my cock instantly responded. As he dried off, I got in the shower. When I entered my bedroom he was lying on my bed, naked and hard. He smiled at me. "I've missed being you." My cock swung as I walked to the bed. I lay beside him, leaned toward him and we kissed. Instantly, we both moaned as we bit, lick and tongue wrestled with each other. He ran his hand over my chest. I ran my hand over his and then to his erection. He moaned. His hips arched upward. Slowly I stroked his cock. I kissed his neck, his chest. I ran my tongue over his nipple. He sighed loudly. I licked the head of his cock. "Oh fuck, Jas." I took him deep into my mouth and began bobbing up and down and played with his balls. I could tell he was getting close to coming. I looked up at him. "Do you want to come?" He shook his head. "First I want to give you head." He went down on me and sucked my cock. I watched as he licked and sucked my cock. He glanced up at me as he ran his tongue over the shaft of my cock. I pulled him up to me. "You are incredible," I said. He smiled and kissed me. He lay on top of me. "I want you to come in my mouth and in my ass." "I can do that. Will you do the same?" "Anything. I want to make you feel good." We stared into each other's eyes. "I owe you so much." "No you don't." "Yes I do. I wouldn't have survived my childhood." "Drew, we both helped each other survive." "I owe you. I want us to work. You'll have to give me time, but please know that I want to be with you." "Thank you," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. "I want the same." I rolled him over and went down on him. I had sucked many cocks, but Andrew's cock had always been my favorite and his cum tasted better than anyone's. I bobbed up and down. I felt his cockhead firm up in my mouth. I became so cum hungry as his cum exploded into my mouth. He moaned. I moaned. He came. I swallowed. He kept coming and I kept swallowing. When he stopped coming, I held his cock and ran my tongue over his cockhead. I looked up at him. "You're cum is sweet." He laughed. I laughed. We kissed. For two years, Andrew and I spent time in my apartment and his apartment. I did come to understand his desire to make a life for himself. He gathered a group of friends around him that became our friends. My friends embraced him as theirs. Of course, no one except Danny, no one knew that Andrew and I were brothers. I told him about the sexual relationship I had had with Danny soon after he arrived. I told him that I would understand if he found it difficult to socialize with him. He asked me if it was over. I told him that it had been for months. Danny said he wanted to meet him. We went to dinner. They hit it off great and Danny became our friend, rather than my friend. Three months ago, Andrew gave up his job in San Mateo after he found another job in San Francisco. He said he wanted us to live together if we could find an apartment. My apartment was perfect for one person, but might be tight for two. Also, I understood that as we had come together as two separate people with separate needs and understood that a new place would be ours and not mine. We found a great apartment with a small second bedroom that we turned into an office/TV room. News alert. That guy from Danny's past, a boyhood friend and high school sexual partner looked him up and has re-entered Danny's life. They have been seeing each other for a couple of months, but Danny didn't want to introduce him to friends until he felt like he could trust the relationship. We are having dinner with them on Friday night. I hope it goes well for Danny and I hope the four of us can be great friends. THE END thank you for reading my story.