Some one once said life is like a circle. I guess they mean we are born, we die, and the cycle is repeated. For breeders they have something of them to leave behind when they have children. For gay boys like us there is nothing to leave behind except the love that we share and those we have touched. I don't mean to sound melancholy but sometimes I just get that way. If there is one thing I regret about being gay, it's not being able to have a child of my own. I know I could use a surrogate or something like that, but it just wouldn't be the same. Buster isn't quite as emotional about this issue, but he has admitted once or twice that it would be nice to have a son some day and to teach him all the cool things a dad teaches his son. No, not that...not sex. We have both agree that if such a hypothetical situation ever occurred we would in no way try to influence our child's sexuality, but by the same token we would be supportive of them no matter which way they turned out.
A couple of our friends are married now, Donnie among them. I know he was so...so gay, lol and he really liked younger guys, but guess what? He discovered he liked girls too. He married an 18 year old girl named Lally and they have a baby boy. Yeah, Donnie is a dad. I think that is so cool and his son Aaron is so cute. I get all paternal when I see them and must sound like an idiot when I baby talk to him, but he seems to like it and always smiles at his uncle Dommie. Yeah, Donnie calls me that and some day I hope "A" does too. Yeah, we call him "A" just to be cool. Anyway, I know how women feel when they talk about their biological clock ticking away only the truth is it's all in my head because technically a man can father a child till the day he dies.
These days I work and do my studies and take care of our apartment. I guess you could say I am the wife in our relationship, lol and Buster is the husband. But of course in bed we are pretty equal except I really do like giving it up to my man..lol. We seldom entertain other guys but when we do it's generally a fun time. The last time I can remember was with this guy named Nathan that we met at a concert. He is about our age, but looked a lot younger and until we "initiated" him into gay sex he was a virgin. Buster did most of the initiating...lol, by fucking him senseless while I sucked him off but when it was over he was like a different person. He was cocky and self assured and a confirmed bottom.
I know some couples like Buster and me have jealously issues, but ever since our little episodes back when we were just snot nosed kids, jealousy has never reared it's ugly head in our relationship. Of course we are careful never to cross certain lines, for instance if we find someone we want to get with, we discuss it with other each other first. Of course most of the time we are together when we spot someone and usually both agree right then, but once or twice we have gone off alone with a guy and our relationship is still as strong as ever. I don't worry about where Buster gets his appetite as long as he eats at home as well..lol.
Even though Buster was attending school on a music scholarship (think Glee Club) he still managed to find time to put together a little band called Painful Sin. Two of the other members are gay boys like us and all of the band can sing and write music and they have a number of gay themed songs that have been received quite well by the gays and the straights. I am so proud of my man and believe the someday he may be a rich and famous musician. I just hope he doesn't forget me when he gets there. Meanwhile he and his group perform on campus and at small clubs for around five hundred bucks a night. Not much, but it's the experience that keeps the boys going back for more.
My mom and dad are doing great these days. Dad got a promotion at work and doesn't travel nearly as much. Mom is still volunteering but these days she spends most of her time helping out at the youth shelter and the boy's home. She says she misses her boys (all three of us) and being back among kids helps her get through the day. I miss my folks a lot, they are the best rents in the whole world, but I am so busy that sometimes I forget about that part of my life.
Joey is attending school here now, he and Joe, and they share an apartment only a few blocks from ours. We see them a lot, mostly on the weekends and when we go back home to visit we always travel together. Joe's folks moved again, this time to a condo but they still keep a room for Joe and Joey and they divide their time between there and my folks house.
Do Joey and I still mess around? I knew you'd want to know that and the answer is a resounding...yes. In fact he was over last night. Buster had a gig and Joe was working so it was bro night at my place. He looks amazing these days, still that blond blue eyed beauty but now with a baby six pack and a long lean body that just oozes sex. To look at him you would think he was the all American boy and probably still dating his high school sweetheart, but behind closed doors he is a sexy little bitch, just like me..lol.
His feet have grown some, but still small for a dude. They stopped at about size 9.5 and are still just as cute and sexy as they ever were in my eyes. My favorite thing to do these days is...well, why don't I just tell you about last night?
Buster left around five because he had to drive about fifty miles to the gig. I offered to go with him, but he insisted I stay and visit with Joey because he said we didn't spend nearly enough time together. I wondered if there was an ulterior motive but like I said I'm not the jealous type and even if there was he would tell me eventually.
Joey arrived about 5:30 looking all fresh and clean and smelling wonderful as we hugged and kissed. The bro kiss got crazy and before we knew what was happening we were ripping each other's clothes off. I couldn't help myself as his smooth rippled tummy came into view and I dropped to my knees and started worshiping it. His cock was straining at his Tommy Hilfiger undies and I gnawed at it through the soft fabric as he ran his fingers through my hair.
I glanced down and saw his feet and I went crazy. He was wearing those Gator shoes and no socks and his toes were wiggling in ecstacy as I continued to slobber on his briefs. He moaned lowly and kicked those Gators off and I dropped to all fours and began to kiss and lick his toes. He giggled and pulled me up and kissed me again and dragged me off to the bedroom.
Naked and in bed we proceeded to make out just like old times and it felt so familiar and comfortable. I know that no matter how old I get or how many guys I am with, nothing will ever compare to being with Joey, by little brother. I let my kisses move down his neck and he shivered and I smiled. I always loved the effect I had on him, and I as I moved down to his cute little brown nipples and began to chew on them he started making those cute little mewling sounds that I love so much.
His cock has grown and is now somewhere between 6 and 6.5 inches long and his balls are bigger too but he keeps his pubes shaved and he is almost as smooth as he was when when we first started messing around. His butt is a work of art, smooth and a perfect bubble that cries out for attention and gets lots of it from Joe and any guy lucky enough to seduce him.
His tummy is fun to thump on cause it's so solid but he is still a bit ticklish and I felt kind of ornery and started tickling his sides and he giggled and thrashed around until he finally managed to squeak out, "Stop...stop it Dommie, I'm gonna peeeeee..." he giggled. and then he did.
Now I've done some stuff, some kinky stuff, but never really tried golden showers although it doesn't gross me out like scat does, but when Joey let loose and it hit me square in the face, I think I actually liked it. It wasn't much, just a sprinkle really but it hit me in the mouth and I tasted a little of it and it wasn't that bad.
Of course I quit tickling Joey right away because I was so shocked and I guess that stopped the water works before it could wet the bed too much.
"I am soooo sorry Dommie, this happened once before I think when we were kids." he said turning bright red.
"Bro, it was my fault, don't sweat it. Anyway it was....kind of cool. You taste salty," I said laughing.
"Dommie, you don't like piss stuff do you?" he asked sounding kind of curious.
"Don't know exactly, maybe later in the shower we can find out," I teased.
"Well, I...I sort of like it..." he stammered, "Joe and I met this one guy and...well, we did some of that stuff and it was kind of fun."
I chuckled, "So my little bro likes Golden Showers...well, we'll just have to see what that's all about later. But right now I want some of those toes and feet and then that azzzz..."
Joey giggled, and I knew it was going to be a great night.
From his feet I moved up to his cute muscular legs and nuzzle the blond fuzz that is so light it is almost invisible. My Joey is so perfect, he is like a work of art. If Michaelangelo had met Joey I'm sure he would have spent the rest of his career painting and sculpting his perfect body. But I guess I'm prejudiced.
Again Joey shivered and I smiled knowingly. I always had that effect on him and it always amazed me. I mean it's as if he....I don't know, loves me more than anything or anyone on this earth and....OMG, I guess he does and you know what? I feel the same way. If I could have only one person in my life it would be my baby bro. Not knocking Buster cause he is my man, but just saying that Joey and I come first...always.
I found his cock and it was so hard it was throbbing. His big soft balls were pulled up tight against his body and his smooth skin was so cool and inviting as I ran my tongue across it. He moaned softy and his small soft hands found my head and played through my hair. He is always such a sweetheart when we have sex and I felt so full of love and devotion to him that it almost hurt. I would die for him and he knows it and the feeling is mutual, but we were not dying anytime soon and I as I swallowed his cock to the base I never felt so full of life.
I sucked him for almost a half hour, edging him over and over as my hands fondled his balls, squeezed his nipples or poked at his tight sweet hole. Even as many times as he has been penetrated by Joe and all of us horny boys, he is still as tight as a virgin, and as willing as a French Whore. I didn't want him to come yet even though I did want to taste that Joey Sauce so I pushed his legs up and wet my cock with a little spit and shoved it in.
I held his feet as I pounded him and he moaned appreciatively between swears and dirty talk. Joey really likes getting fucked and he almost always comes from being penetrated. I fucked him long and hard alternating between leaning down and kissing him and sucking his toes. He was wiggling around like he had ants up his ass instead of my hard seven incher...lol and the feeling was incredible. I have come probably a thousand times in my short life but that orgasm stands out in my mind as one of the most memorable.
Of course to make it perfect as I came and unloaded in my little bro's hot ass his cute little cock shot out like a geyser and I swear a spurt hit me right in the mouth and I gobbled it down like it was pudding. When I came down off my orgasmic high I slowly pulled out and licked Joey clean and shared it with him as we kissed. I snuggled up next to him and we just laid there for like an hour loving each other. It was the most awesome experience I have had in a long time.
Eventually we got up and ordered Pizza and watched a movie as we sat on the couch and held hands like teenage lovers. We got handsy after a while and wound up making out and this time I let Joey fuck me doggy style on the floor in front of the TV. I was too tired to fuck so Joey gave me a great bj and then we took a shower and went to bed.
Four hours later Buster called and said he was staying over at a motel because the gig ran late and so Joey spent the night in my bed. We snuggled and spooned all night and the next morning we had great morning sex before Joey went home to Joe.
Chapter 48
No good deed goes unpunished
I felt kind of lost and lonely without Joey and Buster still wasn't home so I decided to go shopping at the mall and wound up picking up more than I bargained for. The Kinston Mall is only a few blocks from our apartment and it is always packed, usually with teenagers congregating or texting on their cell phones but that day it was relatively empty.
I went to Spencer's and found a cute gag gift for Buster and another set of wind chimes. Buster and I had started collecting them and were up to a dozen or so and still adding them. I paid and went back out into the mall and that's when I spotted him.
He was just a kid, maybe 14 or 15 and he looked lost and fragile. I have always had a soft spot for kids in trouble and this kid looked like he had enough trouble for six kids. He gave me a weak smile and shoved his hands deep into his pockets and sighed that sigh that says, I'm reaching out to you and I need help, so being the good Samaritan I am, I smiled back.
Sometimes that's all it takes and sometimes there's more. This was one of those time when there was more. Head bowed he shuffled over to where I stood and said, "Hi, what's up. You wouldn't have five dollars you could give me would you?" The look of shame in his eyes touched my heart. Here was a kid who wasn't used to asking for help, but he was obviously running out of options.
My first impulse was to just hand him a five and go about my business but the look of hurt and shame in his eyes touched me deeply and instead I invited him to sit with me on a nearby bench and talk.
"I'm Dommie," I said offering my fist to bump. I had given up fist bumping for handshaking a while back, but his kid looked like he would be more accepting of a fist bump at the moment.
He shyly bumped my fist and pushed his long dark hair back from his eyes and gave me another weak smile, "I'm Kyle, but my friends call me K."
"Well, K what's up with you?"
It was an open ended question meant to either pull him out of his shell or at least get him talking, but he took so long to answer I thought I had made a mistake. When after five minutes he began to talk he didn't stop for the next fifteen.
He was 16, though he looked younger, and was homeless. He had run away from an abusive home and had been living on the streets for two years. Until recently he had lived in Kansas City, but on a lark he hopped a bus and came to our city hoping to find a job and maybe finish school. Instead he had met a man at the bus station who offered to help but wound up pimping him out for 50 dollars a pop and taking all but ten dollars of the money. He had been a virgin when he hit the street but was now an experienced, though reluctant hustler.
He ran away from the man who was pimping him out and had been hanging out in the mall most days, begging for money to survive and hoping to find someone who could help him and he thought I might be that someone.
I rubbed my eyes and thought about how awful his life must have been and still was. Sure Buster and Joey and I had been having sex since we were just kids, but we had wanted it, this kid was forced into it and it was killing him slowly but surely.
"Are you hungry?" I asked then realizing how stupid that question was I took his arm and led him to the food court.
I loaded him up on carbs and junk food and we talked some more. After a good meal he looked much better and his smiles were less strained. He was a cute kid underneath all that pain and I couldn't help but think he must've been very popular on the street. I had a sick feeling in my stomach when I thought about what he must've been through, all those old pervs using his cute young body for their pleasure and I decided right then and there that he was not going back to that life if I could help it.
I needed Buster's calm wisdom and strength right then, but he still hadn't made it home and I was all alone. I considered calling Joey, but I remembered he said he and Joe were going to the zoo that afternoon and I didn't want to spoil their day.
"Can....I come home with you?" he asked eying me shyly, "I...I could...you know...take care of you...or you could...you know....fuck me or something," He was offering his body in return for my help and it broke my heart.
"I...thank you, but that's not necessary. I will help you if I can, but I can't take you home with me. First of all you are a minor and it would be illegal, and secondly I have a lover...his name is Buster and we have been together since I we were 12."
"Wow, that's so cool So you are gay," he said perking up, "I just knew it, not because you were perving on me or anything, I just...I don't know, I can tell....somehow."
"Gaydar?" I offered, "Are you gay Kyle?"
He didn't miss a beat as he replied, "Yeah, I guess I am. I mean I didn't like some of the stuff I had to do, not the old fat men and stuff, but sometimes it was a nice regular guy or even a young one...like a college kid or something and that was fun."
"When did you know...that you were gay?"
He shrugged and looked me straight in the eyes. His were dark and piercing, full of pain but there was life there too, "Since I was a little kid. That's one reason my dad hated me. He said no son of his was going to turn out to be a fucking fagot and he thought he could beat it out of me I guess. Do...do your folks know..umm, that you're gay?"
I almost didn't tell him how accepting my parents and Buster's had been but he needed to hear that not all families turned their backs on their children just because they were different. He listened with rapt attention and near disbelief as I told him how Buster and I had got caught while on vacation at Disneyland and laughed at the absurdity of it.
"Man I wish I had folks like yours," he said sadly and a light went on in my head. My mom missed her boys and here was one who needed her more than any kid on earth.
"They are the best, my little brother is gay too and has a black boyfriend so needless to say they are as open minded as you can get."
"I been with some black guys, they usually treated me nice, but some of them were so big...it hurt a lot."
"I'm sorry for what has happened to you and I want to help, but we have to take it slow. I am going to rent a motel room for you for a few days while I try to figure something out."
I saw tears in his beautiful dark eyes as he nodded and choked out, "You'd do that for me...you just met me..I don't know what to say, except thanks and the offer still goes if you...you know want to get with me. I'm pretty good in bed," he said the last part almost proudly and I had no doubts he was telling the truth.
"Thanks again," I said with genuine gratitude, he was offering me more than sex, he was offering himself and even though I had no desire to accept his offer, I knew the value of what he was offering, "I don't need any thanks right now, I really haven't done that much, but I hope to...soon."
"Then you'll...uh, let me thank you?"
"Not like that. Look Kyle, I am honored and humbled that you would offer to get with me, but that would be using you just like all the others and I won't do that. I like you as a person and want to help, I don't have an ulterior motive or need any thanks...at least not that kind."
I was trying hard not to hurt his feelings but the sad look on his face broke my heart, "I'm not dirty and I don't have any diseases if that's what you're afraid of."
I reached out and touched his hand half way expecting him to pull it back, but instead he let me entwine my finger with his and the look of relief on his face was immediate. He finally got it. He could see that I cared and didn't want to harm him or use him and that eased his mind at last.
I drove to a small but comfortable motel not far from the mall and rented a room for three days, I hoped I could do something in that length of time, but if not I would either pay for more time or move him somewhere else. The clerk was Asian and didn't seem very interested in anything I had to say which was good, because I had little to say. The room was on the back side of the building, upstairs and at the end of the walkway and once we got inside Kyle threw himself into my arms.
He was like a little kid, crying softly and I led him to the bed and wrapped him up in my warm embrace and let him get it all out. He finally cried himself to sleep and while he slept I went to a c-store nearby and got him some drinks and snacks to tide him over for a few days.
When I returned he was awake and frantic, wondering where I had gone and if I would be back. I handed him my phone and showed him how to reach me on Buster's phone and he seemed to calm down. He clung to me the whole time and when Buster called around five I told him to come over to the motel that I had a surprise for him.
The look on Kyle's face said he thought I was finally going to take him up on his offer and share me with his boyfriend to boot, but he didn't look upset, just anxious.
"Is your boyfriend black?"
I laughed, "No, he's a cracker like me. Why?'
"Just wondering how big his dick was. He's gonna fuck me too, right?"
I felt my heart break all over again, "Listen Kyle, you have to trust me. No one is going to fuck you, not me, not Buster. I asked him to come over here because we share everything, good times, bad times, and trouble."
"And I'm trouble."
I nodded, "A little but nothing we can't handle if we try hard enough and Buster is very good at figuring things out."
"I...I'm sorry I doubted you. You're a good person and I want to thank you, that's all."
I hugged him and we drank a Coke while we waited for Buster.
End of Chapters 47-48
There is never a dull moment when it comes to Dommie and Buster's life. As our story winds down we meet yet another player in the never ending drama that is My Little Brother's Feet. Maybe Dommie can't have a child, but how about a new brother? Could you think of a better place for Kyle to be than with Dommie's parents, wrapped up in their loving embrace?
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Kewl Dad
6-18-14