Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2000 01:01:48 EST From: Ritch Christopher Subject: GayMale/Incest/just-beyond-that-hill-2 Usual disclaimer applies here. This is a fictional story containing graphic gay sex and explicit language. If you are underage and/or are offended by such, read no further...all rights reserved. <><><><><><><><>><><<><><><><><><><><><>><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> just-beyond-that-hill-2 <><><><><><><><><><><>< Neither Bobby, nor Chuck showed any remorse or embarrassment of having been caught by Hal, having sex with his younger brother. If anything, they were amused. Hal didn't let on, but he seemed concerned. I couldn't read his expression. Was he upset because I had taken his place in his usual activities with his two closest friends? Or was he jealous over the fact that I had gone beyond the realm of our "secret" and imbibed with someone besides him? All he said was, "Well, is the 'lesson' over?" This broke the tension, when Bobby and Chuck realized he wasn't really angry. "Yeah, Hal," said Chuck, "but it would appear that Judd has learned an awful lot from somebody else...anyone we know?" "Don't look at me. I didn't teach him to do what he was doing to you, when I walked up." "Maybe, your little brother has been learning to do things from another source...I was just gonna say, whoever taught him, taught him well." Bobby added. "Who's your teacher, Judd?" asked Chuck. "Yeah, just who IS your teacher, Judd?" asked immediately by Hal. I was still blushing for having been caught...and now I was getting the third degree. I had no answer, except, "Just doin' what comes naturally." Hal asked, "You about ready to go home or you wanna stay and attend another class?" "I'm ready to go." "Then, get your clothes...I'll meet you in the truck." We were only a half mile from the house, but not a word was spoken by Hal or me as we rode. When we got out of the pick-up, he suggested that I go clean up and he would gather some coal and kindling for Momma to cook supper. His face was still emotionless. Almost too matter-of-fact. Marie didn't come home for supper. She had gone to her friend, Louise's house after work and was going to spend the night. Momma fixed her usual seven vegetable dinner with some fried chicken. She asked me to say the blessing. Wow, now I had to talk to God...and He must've seen everything I had done earlier. Hal peered at me to see if I would be reluctant about facing the Almighty with a guilty conscience. I cheated by reciting the children's blessing..."God is great, God is good..." and let it go as that. I had a little algebra homework to do before bedtime. Hal left and went on into the bedroom. Momma read her nightly Bible chapter and we listened to some gospel music on the radio. Suddenly, being confronted with all this religious regimen...thoughts were racing through my mind so fast, I didn't know "X" from "Y". I still had to go to the room and face Hal...and maybe his wrath, as well as feeling the condemnation from Above. Momma said goodnight and went to her bedroom. I locked the doors, turned out the lights, leaving the front porch lit, and I slowly walked the "last mile" to the bedroom. When I entered, Hal was propped up in bed by two pillows. His arms were folded behind his head and he was staring quietly at the ceiling. I decided maybe this ought to be a "pajama" night, so I could hide my shame like Adam and Eve. I even left my briefs on as I pulled on the striped pajamas Momma had sewn for me. I had to step over Hal to get to my side of the bed. I lay down and took my standard sleeping position, facing the wall. I thought I might as well say something to see if what kind of response I got...to get an indication what kind of mood Hal was in. His silence had bothered me. "Goodnight, Hal." is all I could manage. ".night." He got off and clicked off the dangling light socket. The room was still aglow from the full moon gleaming through the window. Oh, how I hoped he wouldn't say anything. I wanted to just drop off to sleep immediately...but I didn't get my wish. "You want to talk about this afternoon?", he started. "I'd rather not, Hal. I don't know what to say. I know what I did was wrong...in the eyes of God...and in YOUR eyes...and I'm deeply sorry. I won't ever do anything like that again...Are you mad?" "No, I'm not mad...puzzled...hurt a bit...but not mad." "You know I didn't do that to hurt you...Hal...I have something to confess to you...I was in the barn filling my bucket with chicken feed and I accidentally saw you and Chuck and Bobby looking at that magazine and beating off...then later that night...you and I did it...and I guess it just seemed natural to do what you had done with your two friends...I wanted to be a part of that, too." "You never saw me giving those guys a blow job...I've never done that." "Yeah, but that night, you put me in your mouth." "That was different...we're brothers...you're like my own flesh and blood...it was like doin' it to myself. When you do that to somebody else, that almost borders on being queer...I know it may not be clear to you...but there IS a difference....Do you have any idea of what I'm talking about?" "Yeah, I guess so...Do you think Chuck and Bobby will tell anyone about what I did?" "No,,,they were as guilty as you." "Hal, it just "happened". One thing led to another...we made a bet and kept going further and further until I just got so "caught up" in it, before I knew it, I was sucking on Chuck's dick." "Did Chuck suck your dick?" "No...Bobby did." "Damn, I missed a lot, didn't I?...I guess it's a good thing I showed up when I did or you all might have fucked each other." "Hal, guys don't fuck each other." "They do...in prisons. All those convicts butt fuck each other." "Butt fuck?...no way...you could get something as big as a dick up a rectum." "It stretches." I thought about the time I was constipated from taking that pain medicine, when they took my tonsils out, and Momma had put that black rubber thing, attached to a hot water bottle, and put it up my butt and gave me an enema. It hurt like the devil. No one would want to put anything up there on purpose to stretch themselves and endure that kind of pain. I didn't want to believe Hal, but I didn't want to argue with him. So I lied and said, "OK. I believe you." He knew I didn't, but he laughed anyway. "Little brother, you are so young and innocent and don't even know about the world just beyond that hill out there...I'm sorry for coming down so hard on you, but with Dad, gone, all the time, I feel it's up to me to look after you...Come on over here and lie next to me...put your head back on my shoulder...I need to talk to you about something..." I moved over and snuggled in a "brotherly" fashion..."OK, what's up?" "School is out in two weeks...I'm not going to college, you know that, I'm not one for books...and last week, I got my draft notice. They'll probably get me in June or July...and I'm thinking, before they do...I'll join the navy." "Wait, wait, does Momma know?" "Not yet...but I'm already 18 and I don't have to get her or dad to sign for me." "What about me? What am I suppose to do without you...run the farm by myself?" "You're a big boy now, and there's not much to do. You do most of the chores now, as it is." "But I don't want you to go...we're just getting to know each other...we've been so close ever since 'that night'. We sorta "love" each other now." "Yes, and we'll always love each other...no matter where we are...Someday, we'll both grow up, get married, have a house full of kids to fight each other...and Momma will have a whole new clan to pray over." I let these ideas digest...and became silent. I didn't want to face this world, or the farm, or Marie, or Dad, or Momma...without Hal. He was my brave half...the one who always looked after me...the one I loved most in the world...I couldn't survive without him. As these thoughts kept building, I had an emotional burst and buried my face in his shoulder and cried...I cried out loud. I put my arm around his chest and pulled him as tight to me as I could. He put his arm around my shoulders and stroked the back of my head. I needed a moment of physical love and he wanted it too, by the way he responded to my sudden grief. "Come on, Judd, we both knew that this would happen some day. We can't spend the rest of our lives together." "Why not?...I love you, Hal." "And I love you..." "NO, I mean I LOVE you." "You can't love me like that...you know it isn't right...we're brothers...we're both men." "I don't care...what I feel for you goes beyond just being brothers." With tears in my eyes I looked up to his face, I could see every feature from the moonlight. He eyes were filling too. He took his thumb and index finger and and lifted my chin. He slowly dropped his head to place his lips on mine...and he kissed me. This was not like the last time...he kissed me the way a husband kisses his wife...in all those love scenes I had seen at the movies. "My little, Judd...what has happened...why have I let you feel this way about me? Why do I suddenly feel this way about you? You're getting me sexually excited...not like the last time...that was play...this is for real." I wanted to find out for myself. I wanted to touch him. I slowly lowered my right hand and slid it down to his crotch. He was wearing his boxers, but in the excitement, his penis had pushed through the opening and he was fully erect. I squeezed it and it answered back with a throb. The tip was already moist from drops of pre-cum he had already emitted. I took my thumb and twirl the liquid, painting his entire cockhead. I wanted to hold his cock in my hand forever. Why couldn't we just die now and be buried in a double coffin, with my hand still attached? When I grabbed him, he sighed, moaned, and kissed me again. I parted my lips to receive his tongue. He was kissing me passionately now. He was pushing his hips forward, so as to create a movement for his cock. He wanted me to masturbate him...I wanted to do anything to make him want me the way I wanted him at that moment. With his left hand, he started unbuttoning my pajama top. I stopped my action to help him. I took off my pajamas and briefs while he slipped off his boxers. Naked, now, the game was set and we were ready to begin. I surprised him by taking the initiative of stretching my body on top of his. I would assume the dominant role of big brother. I probed my tongue into his mouth and began twisting my body on his grinding my erection into his. If he had had a vagina, I could have fucked him that way...there and then...,instead I made a pocket in his scrotum and started to fuck his balls. I was aching to be inside him as I pushed harder and harder plunging into his sac. He assumed the rhythm and arched his body each time to meet my thrust. There was so much emotion built up inside me, that without hesitation, I shot a load of semen where I had been plowing. I couldn't stop. I had climaxed but my cock had not gone down. I was still hard and continued my action pushing my dick in my pool of hot liquid I had just deposited. I was one orgasm ahead of him. I owed it to him to catch up...so without waiting for him to stop me, I slid my body down and engulfed his whole shaft, the way he had seen me doing to Chuck earlier that afternoon. I didn't know if he had ever had a blow job...but he was going to get one now. I would make it the best he would ever get...if I proved to him how much he meant to me...he surely wouldn't leave me to join the navy. He would love me too much...he would never leave...we would NOT grow up, get married, have kids...no all we needed was each other...He had to know that...I had to convince him that I was enough for him...he didn't need anyone but me...I needed no one in my life but Hal...couldn't he see that??? I was making love to him in desperation. I had so much to prove...so much to give...so much to lose. This moment had to be right. It had to be perfect. By the way his body twisted and his head turned from side to side...I knew he sensed my urgency in my quest. I changed speed, rhythm, and pressure as my head bobbed up and down. I stopped to kiss his shaft. his tip, his balls, licking them and mixing more saliva with my semen I had just bestowed upon his entire crotch area. Then he added his contribution of body sweat, running down from his navel and oozing through the crevices between his legs. He took both hands and place them on the back of my head to control my actions in the tempo he liked best. He was forcing his cock down into my throat by pulling my head toward his pubes. He was excited and loving every minute of this. Then I felt the familiar ball contraction I had learned from Chuck. He was ready to release his love liquid. He tried to push my head back, but I overpowered him with a deep lunge...I wanted all of him. Every last drop. His body fluid would mix with mine and I would have a part of him flowing through my veins forever. He arced his hips and came in a frenzy. He cried out...without thinking that he might wake Momma. Then we both would fear the fires of eternal damnation. When his body was relaxed and his breathing began to turn to normal, once again I climbed upward to find his hot breath and waiting lips. This wasn't just brothers "doing things under the covers". This was real lovemaking...the kind that counts. I had never known passion before, much less, love, but whatever they were...it had to be this. "Judd, thank you...you were wonderful...you made ME feel wonderful." "Do you love me?" "Of course." "I mean, REALLY love me?" "As much as humanly possible." "Will you reconsider the idea of joining the navy...and leaving me?" "Judd, we'll talk about that...but you know, you can't escape the draft...Once they call you...that's it...they control your life and where they send you...I'll have more chance to decide my future if I join the navy," "Yeah, but a hitch in the army is only about 22 months and the navy will be about four years." "I know, but there'll be lots of leaves...After basic training and I get settled, you might be able to come and see me...and see something beyond the hick town...Can we discuss this later?...There's something else I would rather do." "What's that?" "Well, all in one day, I've seen you go down, twice...something I've never done in my entire life...and I would like to see what it's liked...that is...if you're willing..." "Oh, well, if you insist," I joked. "I'll just have to force myself and let my big brother take advantage of me." "Shut up and lay back...let me see if I can remember what you just taught me." I put my head back on the pillow. I felt warm inside. I smiled, but screamed with delight as he jumped quickly and took my dick in his mouth. This is the one orgasm I would remember the rest of my life...His first,,,and my first, from my brother, my lover. <><><><><><><><><><><><>< That weekend Dad came home. Marie would have to return to our room to sleep...which put a halt to our shenanigans...I would ache to hold him but knew, with big sister just 10 feet away...this was taboo. We all went to church on Sunday and "Stood up, stood up, for Jesus". We learned from the preacher the sure-fired ways of going to hell. Most of them put Marie in jeopardy from her salvation...long painted nails, lipstick and rouge to look like a hussy. I took a special delight when he reminded us to love our brothers as ourselves. I figured if that's what God wanted me to do, then church wasn't so bad after all. When the preacher had spoken these words, Hal had let out a choking cough. I didn't dare look at him, or we would both been ejected from our laughter. Momma had eyed Hal, to make sure he wasn't choking. When we got home, Momma had made the customary Sunday feast...a plethora of fresh garden vegetables and a huge roasted chicken. I had heard a rumor that people out west, actually ate beef...but I couldn't confirm my source. All we ever had...if we had meat...was some recipe of chicken. When I was thirteen and started sprouting my first pubic hairs, I checked daily to make sure they weren't feathers. Thank God, Dad was there today to say the blessing. I was spared that. With Marie present at table, the whole family was assembled for the first time in months, even though she had told Momma she was going over to Louise's house after she ate. Before she left, Hal thought it was time to drop the bomb about his naval plans, since high school graduation was next week, Momma put her hand to her mouth to begin crying. Dad reared back in his chair at the top of the table with a smile of pride...Marie acted as if she could care less, since this announcement had interrupted her plans to gu to her best friend's. I sat there stone-faced because these were words I didn't want hear...EVER. I did NOT want Hal to leave me!! <><><<><><><><><><><><><><> The next four weeks just flew. Hal graduated. He went down and signed up with the navy and (snap) he was leaving June 21...the first day of summer. We had not been alone. Dad had taken a vacation and had remained home until Hal's departure...to see how to keep the farm going without him. This meant the three of us...Hal, Marie, and I had shared the bedroom every night...Why couldn't Marie go spend a few nights at Louise's and let Hal and me have to room...We had a lot of moments to share for future memories. The afternoon before Hal left, he and I took a long walk down the road, past the pond. We had had a rain shower earlier, so the grass was still moist. I wanted to hold his hand, but I knew this wouldn't look right. Instead, as we walked, he put his arm around me. I questioned why it was all right for a big brother to put his arm around his little brother and no one would think a thing about it...but if the same arm was around my waist on in my hand...then we were subject for gossip and maybe even hellfire? Society sure makes some stupid rules. We went across an open field and Hal stopped to survey the Tennessee terrain. It was beautiful as sunset was approaching. He inhaled deeply and said, "I'm gonna miss all of this. Some day this will all be yours, mine, and Marie's, although I don't think she wants any part of it." "And you can come back and will build a new house and we'll live happily ever after...just to two of us..." I added. "You just won't give up on that idea, will you?" "No, why should I...I told you...I love you...You're all I want for rest of my life..." "Judd, remember who and where you are...This Tennessee...the buckle of the Bible Belt...two brothers just can't set up housekeeping and live together like man and wife." "Then we'll just build a high fence and put a moat around the farm...and grow our own food and never have to fact anyone on the outside world...it'll just be you and me..." "Oh, my little Judd...you have so much learnin' and growin' up to do...I want you to go on like I was here...take care of Momma and the farm...do the best you can to tolerate Marie...let Dad be sure that you have everything under control as long as his job lasts in Oak Ridge... I want you to study hard...make good grades...and find some way to have fun. Get a girl...go out on dates...make plans for college when you graduate...don't drink or smoke...or do those things you did with Bobby and Chuck...save those times for when it means something special...think about me...and write...and don't think of me being so far away that I can't be reached...look west, just beyond that hill, and that's where I'll be..." He gave me a big hug that I wanted to go on forever...This was our goodbye, for now, and this moment had to last a long, long, time. The next morning, Dad drove Hal to Union Station in Chattanooga to catch the train for San Diego. I purposely didn't go. Besides having my chores, I didn't want Dad to see Hal and me say goodbye...and I didn't want to say goodbye in train terminal...I wanted to have his last memory as being on the farm with me. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Dad went back to resume his job in Oak Ridge, the next morning. I busied myself by doing the morning duties and fixed a few neglected items, such as the fence, the screen door on the back porch, straightening up the coal bin...Work helped soothe the grief of my loss. I knew it would take Hal about four or five days to reach California...then God knows, what he would have to do to settle in. I didn't figure on hearing from him for at least three or four weeks, maybe longer...since the mail was so slow. Marie began spending more and more nights at Louise's. I wished she would move there, permanently. That way, I could have the bedroom to myself and it was just glowing with memories of Hal. Then one night, the phone rang and it was Louise, asking to speak to Marie...I told her that she was suppose to be at her house, spending the night, as she had been doing off and on for the past few weeks. Louise was a born-again Christian and wouldn't have lied to the devil to save her soul... "Marie hasn't been spending any nights with me...Is that what's she's been telling your Momma?" "Maybe Momma misunderstood," as I tried to cover. "I bet she's been staying with that Eddie." she offered. "Eddie...who's Eddie?" "Some boy she met at the bank, and they've been goin' out to lunch together, nearly every day." I knew any news of this, would put Momma on her knees praying for about a month. I knew I better confront this with Marie and tell her how close she was to being "found out". That sanctimonious big sister had been spending the night with some guy and I wonder...what they have been doing. The idea of this tickled me. The next afternoon when Marie came home to get a change of clothes to spend another night at Louise's. I strolled into the bedroom and said , "Hi, sis...who is Eddie?" "Why? Did I get a call from somebody with that name?" "No, but you did get a call, last night from Louise." Marie's face dropped and her eyes were horrified. "Does Momma know?" "No...not yet...but without even wanting to, I found out about Eddie...so it's just a matter of time until Momma finds out." "Oh, Lord," "Marie, are you sleeping with this guy?" "I'm not going to tell you something like that...I mean to my kid brother." "OK, let me rephrase...are you serious about him?" "Yes..." she let the dam open, "Oh Judd, he is the most wonderful, most handsome, kindest, generous, man I've ever met. I love him so much, and I want to marry him...as soon as he asks me." "Does he love you?" "I hope so." "Well, then, don't you think you ought to prepare Momma for this and tell her you've met a guy you like a lot...maybe invite him over for chicken dinner on Sunday?" "You're beginning to grow up and think like a young man, Judd." "With Dad and Hal gone, I have to be the man of the family now." "I'll go talk to Momma, now." I smiled as she left the room. Sunday, I took Momma to church for my weekly scare and indigestion. I had learned a long time ago not to go to church on a full stomach. I remember when I was just a small kid. I hated Sunday nights, when Momma would turn the radio on about 10:00PM to listen to listen to Billy Graham's Hour of Decision and hear him tell us how we were ALL going to hell. This was hell of a way for a kid to try to go to sleep with thoughts of fire and brimstone burning my body for some sin I might've committed. I had wished there was a list of sins I could check to see how I was doing and where I was going when I died. I was always tired and sleepy at school on Monday mornings for having not slept the night before...yes...Billy Graham kept me awake every Sunday night. Mother was anxious to meet "Eddie". I was too. Maybe he would be the one to take Marie back to his castle or cave and turn her into a housewife. I think I wanted this more than Momma did. You would have thought Momma was feeding the multitude from the amount of food she had prepared. She has even got her best dishes down, out of the china cabinet and polished her best silver. There was even a huge bouquet of asters and marigolds on the table. I had Momma clean the floors, dust the furniture...and if I say so, myself, the house looked pretty darn good. In all the years Marie had dated...this was the first guy she had ever brought home for a meal...It MUST be serious. Momma scurried about the kitchen, tasting "this", and salting "that"..every dish had to be just perfect for the "gentleman caller". About 12:30, we heard a car coming down our road. Momma took off her apron and made a minor adjustment to her hair. I still had on my Sunday pants and white shirt. Marie was giggling as she got out of the car (not a pickup). She continued making small talk as they came up the steps, opened the screen door and burst into the living room. "Momma, this is Eddie..." she began." Eddie this is my Momma...and that over there is my kid brother, Judd.." "Hi," he spoke. "Hi," I answered with great difficulty because my eyes were suddenly feasting on the most handsome and beautiful man I had ever seen, including my movie stars. He put out his hand to shake mine. Electricity went through my body. I know my face flushed from the excitement I was trying to hide...I just hoped that Marie and Momma hadn't looked to closely at me. My eyes were transfixed on his. It was like looking into two blue, hypnotic spirals, that drew you into his soul. No wonder Marie wasn't spending too many nights at home. I wouldn't either...This was a strange thought for me...I had never looked at a man with lust and desire. I had looked at Hal out of love...that was not just sex. I loved him...but for the first time in my life...I saw a man I wanted to go to bed with. I wonder how many marks I had just gone up on the "sin meter"? Eddie was about 6'1", blonde combed to the sides, with a big curl draped over his forehead. His skin was bronze. The only person I could compare him to was Guy Madison, in the movies...only Eddie was better looking. He wore a blue western shirt with white cowboy piping, and tight gray and black bankers' trousers. I swore his teeth sparkled when he smiled. I don't remember one bite I ate, I was so enthralled by the sight of him. I kept trying to decide if I were attracted to him, or was I substituting my missing Hal. Eddie had nice speech...no southern accent...and a rich resonant voice...There HAD to be a flaw...but I couldn't find one. He was mannerly, charming, and slightly witty. Yes, I would GLADLY welcome him into the family...(with open arms). When dinner was over, Momma suggested that I take Eddie outside and show him around the farm, while she and Marie, cleared the dishes. I thought I could manage to do that somehow...just try and stop me. I would take him and show him the fields, the mountains, the pool,...but I avoided the barn, at all costs, for fear if we went in there, I would attack him. I had a strange sensation as I talked and walked with him...I felt I was headed for a dilemma...how far would did my feelings go...and what would be my consequences if he got a hint of my inner thoughts...the largest of which was, "Judd, be careful, you're about to get into a lot of trouble...." <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> (to be continued) in just-beyond-that-hill-3