Date: Fri, 28 May 2010 20:56:18 -0700
From: Janet Marxe <janet.marxe@hotmail.com>
Subject: Missing Cole

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NOTE-

I have submitted this story, because I know my brother would've wanted this
to be shared with everyone. This story was _not written by me. It was
written by Patrick Marxe, known for writing Big Brother Blade series.
Tragically, he has passed away due to a car accident involving him, and a
drunk driver. These next words are for him.

I hope that you don't mind me sharing your work, little brother. I hope you
are in a better place. I miss you, and I'll see you soon. Make sure you
meet me at the gates.


IN LOVING MEMORY, PATRICK MARXE


			       Missing Cole

Sammy,

You won't believe what I have to tell you! I'm coming home! I'm coming
home, Sammy! I can't wait to see you! I love you so much! I love you! I'm
coming home! Oh, Sammy, this is the greatest thing that's ever happened to
me! I'm coming home! I'm coming home in a week! I love you, I miss you, I
can't believe I'm coming home! Write Sammy! Please!

Love, Cole

It was a letter from my twin brother, Cole. He had been forcefully drafted
into the war in Iraq for the past ten years. Our part of the US army was
based purely on volunteer fighters. According to him, he was trained in the
art of medicine, and he also cooked for the troops once in a while. He had
left two months after we both graduated in two-thousand-one. I guess I
should start at the beginning.

Cole Smith and I were identical to the last bit. We both stood at a good
five-seven in height, weighing in at about one thirty. I don't know about
my brother, but on good days, I could easily bench press about two hundred
pounds. We both had grey eyes, that were not very common normally. It was a
pale sort of color, and on Cole, it looked stunning. Both of us had lanky
wiry frames.

Mom says that we were born almost at the same time. Cole was born about a
whole minute after I was, which makes me the older twin. We grew up
virtually attached to the hip. We always did everything together. We were
always in the same classes, with the same teachers. Cole and I didn't have
much friends, because for one thing, Cole was very introverted, and for
another, I was more into Cole than into finding friends for myself. If we
did talk to guys or girls at school back then, it was just to ask about
homework that we'd missed. Whenever one of us got sick, the other would
have to stay home as well, because we'd want each other to take care of the
sick one. So, mom and everyone else around us referred to us as _the
_Twins. Most twins would grow out of that, and would ask for their own
rooms, or for more space. But for some reason, Cole and I never grew
apart. In high school, we still shared a room. There was no way neither of
us would ask mom to give up her writing studio, to give us both space that
we didn't need. Even for graduation, we were walking partners. It was tough
to separate Cole and I. Yet, on that warm August day, as he boarded that
plane that would take him away forever, it happened. I was no longer
attached to him. He was on that plane, and I was here.

Mom and aunt Beth often said how proud they were that Cole and I could have
such a bond. My aunt had five boys of her own, and they never went a day in
their lives without making her cry. She was often saying to my mom that she
was jealous of the fact that her boys were so much more in tune with each
other, and they never fought. And if, Cole and I did fight, it was usually
an argument that lasted about five minutes before we'd talk to each other
again. Often times, mom would be the mediator in our fighting. We never got
angry or annoyed because our father left. He had left us when mom was three
months pregnant with us. He told her that he didn't want anything to do
with her. She said luckily, we got all of her features. We look nothing
like our father, she said. More like our grandpa on her side, and her.

"I'll miss you, Sammy." Cole had said as we all stood waiting for his plane
to leave. I loved the way he said Sammy, instead of Sam. No one else called
me Sammy. Not mom, not any of my teachers had done that, not aunt
Beth. Cole only used that name when some sort of powerful emotion was
coursing through him. Otherwise, it was always Sam. Well, Samuel, if my mom
was pissed off at me. And even that was rare.

"I'll miss you, too, Cole." I whispered as I hugged him. "You promise
you'll keep in touch?"

"I promise." he said as tears filled his beautiful eyes.

"Don't cry, sweetie." my mom had said sadly as she wiped tears from his
face. "I wish this was one of those times when I could say, "Mommy'll make
it all better." But I can't." she said softly. "I'll miss you."

"You be good, and write to us every chance you get." I said smiling at
him. "Remember, we love you."

At that point, I pulled out a little box from my jeans pocket, and I handed
it to Cole. He opened it with trembling hands, and pulled out the object
inside. It was a thin gold chain with a silver star hanging gently to
it. At this point, he really was sobbing as he held the chain and examined
it.

"Oh, Sammy. I love it!" he sobbed. "I'll keep it with me, always. Please,
put it on for me." he ordered softly.

My hands trembled with the sadness of losing my brother as I reached up and
slipped the chain over his head. My fingers touched his soft skin on his
collar bone as I slid back. I almost fainted with the feel of the
smoothness.

"I wish I had something for you, Sammy." he whispered simply.

"Your gift would be if you didn't leave, Cole." I said honestly. "How am I
gonna do without you, babe?"

We had held each other tightly, and he'd said he would always wear his
chain. He said it was his good luck charm, and he'd come back.

"Let's make a pact, Samuel." he had said softly. "Let's promise to always
be best friends. Forever."

"I promise." I had said looking deep into his beautiful eyes. "We will
always be best friends."

"I promise, too." he had said softly. "I really love you."

"Come home soon, Cole. Be safe. Don't do anything stupid. Stay clean."

The next ten years that would pass would be the worst ten years of my
life. I saw Cole everywhere. There wasn't a place in my house that didn't
remind me of Cole. We'd sat together on the couches, laid together
wrestling on the floors, sometimes, when Cole would have nightmares, we'd
put our beds together, and hold each other tight. It was Cole's way to be
able to make it through the night after a big scare. I didn't realize how
much a part of me he was, until he left. Mom would often find me in my
room, lying on Cole's bed, crying. My heart would ache with the want, and
need to be near him. I would moan his name as my sobs racked through me,
and the sadness was so deep, I couldn't even go anywhere for days at a
time. It was almost like a depression. I had no idea that missing Cole
would be this bad. I thought I'd get used to it over time, but it always
got worse.

I was a man, and of course, I had other needs too. Yet somehow, even when
I'd be jacking off, I'd find a way to think of my little brother. I
realized I really wanted him badly. I wanted Cole, and I fantasized about
making love to him. My jack off sessions would always include me yelling
his name and moaning for him to do me. Thinking of fucking Cole would bring
out the most intense orgasms I've ever had in my life.

Cole was the most amazing person I have ever met. It was my great fortune
that not only was he my little brother, but I'd grown up virtually holding
hands with him through most of my life. He had still had his baby face when
he left, and he looked handsome and beautiful at the same time. The best
part of all, was that my little brother, was me. His body looked just like
mine, and often, I'd gaze at myself in a full length mirror, and pretend it
was Cole that I was looking at. I'd wave, and he'd wave, and I'd smile, and
he'd smile. It was crazy, but it did make me feel a lot better.

The other thing that I really missed about Cole, especially now, is that
extraordinary power that he had. Like I said before, he was introverted,
and I was extroverted. I was strong, and manly, and powerful, and took
charge. He followed my lead, and was quiet, and had more of a submissive
demeanor. But the one thing you could always count on when you were around
Cole, was feeling whatever he was feeling. If he felt happy, his happiness
would always bubble over, and be contagious. It became a joke around the
house, and mom, Aunt Beth and I, to threaten each other with Cole. Whenever
anyone came in crying, or yelling at you, we'd always yell back. "Don't
make me get Cole in here." And it would always work, too. Cole would step
into a room, and you'd feel just as good or as bad as he did. That's why
sometimes, it was bad. Whenever he felt terrible, you'd feel worse because
you'd always want to help him.

Cole and I kept in touch through email, and it was always great. There
wasn't a day that I didn't open my inbox and find a long message from
Cole. I'd always bubble over with happiness at the sight of his emails. We
talked like friends at first. Then, it became like brothers again. Then,
just two years ago, the emails became more intense. At the end of each
email, we'd both say how we felt.

I love you, Sammy. I can't wait to see you again. I'm dying to be near
you. I feel lost without you.

And I'd always be as honest as I could be with him. I think it had
something to do with our mom passing away.

I love you, too, Cole. I miss you so much. When you get home, I'm going to
hold you so tight. Promise you that. Can't stop praying for you.

Sammy, I miss you. I can't stop thinking about you. I love you. I really
love you.

I can't stop thinking about you either, Cole. I love you with all my
heart. I breathe for the day that you're back again.

How would it be now? Now that he was coming back home? I felt so terrible a
year ago when I'd broken the news to him that mom had passed on. She had
been involved in a car accident with a drunk driver, and she had died. It
had been a terrible year for me, because not only was my mom gone, but now,
I was completely alone. I couldn't believe that Cole was coming home.

The week passed by smoothly, and I emailed him constantly. I could see the
excitement as he wrote. He couldn't wait to see me, and I him. I was
supposed to go pick him up at the airport at ten o'clock tomorrow. I
couldn't wait. It was going to be one of the best times of my life.

I awoke the next day feeling really, really rested. I felt better than I
had in years. It was about nine fifteen when I got to the airport. I didn't
want to be late to pick up my brother. Just as I was pulling into a parking
spot, I spotted what looked like my clone on the other side of the parking
lot. It looked like he was about to hitch a ride with someone already. I
honked the horn, and he made straight for me. He was carrying three bags. I
popped oven the trunk and he put his bags into it with no trouble. I felt
the car rock a little as he slammed the lid of the trunk shut. Then, he
came around to the passenger's side, and climbed in.

"Hey, hotshot!" I yelled laughing as he climbed in. "How's it been?"

"Great!" Cole yelled back as we shook hands. "God, Sammy, it's great to see
yuh. You look...good!" he said after a little pause before the word good.

"You haven't changed a bit, ma'dude." I said smiling at him as he slammed
his door shut.

"How's things goin, man?" he asked with a grin. "I see you're still driving
the same old sun fire."

"Haven't decided if it's time for Lucifer to retire yet or not." I said
patting the dash board.

"Lucifer's gotten us through some tough shit." Cole remembered
fondly. "He's been the greatest car ever."

"Remember how mom wanted us to learn to drive?" I asked as a laugh escaped
my throat. "By playing that video game at the pizza place on the
corner. They called it an arcade, and that was the only video game there."

"They also said they had a juke box." Cole pointed out laughing. "And all
it had was one fucking song."

"I know, right?" I said laughing loudly as I drove out of the parking
garage. "All you'd do was pay fifty cents to play the driving game, and
listen to a Bill Withers Ain't No Sunshine." I said smiling.

"How awesome were those days." Cole reflected laughing at the memories.

"You tired, little brother?" I asked as we drove on.

I felt the mood shift. It became sad and desolate compared to how light and
happy it had been beforehand.

"Sam," he said seriously. "I can't sleep very good anymore. I can't
remember the last time I slept fully. My parasympathetic system is very
messed up." he said softly.

"I'm sure that'll go away now that you're back." I pointed out
confidently. "Cole, you were in a different place. With different
people. Your body was afraid of gettin' blown up. I'm sure you saw a lot of
that. That'll return to normal once things calm down for you." I said
softly. "You don't have to worry anymore."

"I guess you're right." he said in a low voice. "I just don't feel too good
anymore."

When we both got home, I carried his bags in for him. We both made our way
to the kitchen, and I saw how different Cole looked. He was thinner than I
remembered, and he had an expression on his face that said, "I've seen too
much to care." His eyes, were still so strikingly beautiful, and he looked
so amazing to me.

"You okay, Sammy?" he asked as we sat on the couch. We ditched trying to
make it to the kitchen.

"I've been better." I said softly. "I guess I'm doing well,
though. Considering the circumstances."

"How bad was it?" he asked softly. "Did she regain consciousness?"

"No, Cole. She was in a coma for two days, before her heart gave out. She
had lost too much blood, and she had suffered a serious head injury." I
explained.

"I'm sorry, Sammy." he said softly. "Really. I am. I feel hollow. I can't
cry anymore. For her. I've cried, and grieved so much for mom, that it's."
He stopped and sighed. "I know you probably think I'm heartless."

"Naw. I can't really grieve for her anymore either. I know she's in a
better place. You know? I miss her like hell. I missed you like hell, too,
Cole."

"Me too, Sammy." he said so softly, I almost couldn't hear him. "Me too."

"How do you feel?" I asked seriously. "What do you feel like doing?"

"You wanna come with me?" he asked standing up. "You know, to visit her
grave site?"

"Only if you want me to, Cole. If you feel like this is something you have
to do on your own, then, go for it." I said softly.

"I'd like you to come with me." he said decisively. "That is, if you'd
like."

"I'd love to, Cole." I said softly. "I'd love to."

We both got back out into the cloudy morning, and got back into the car. I
drove us straight to the grave yard, which only took about fifteen
minutes. We made our way among the stones, to our mother's tomb stone. I
saw the statue of two boys holding each other. They were both planted
firmly over my mother's grave.

"She was cremated. Like it asked in her will." I whispered as Cole saw the
statue.

"Is that supposed to be us?" he asked softly.

"Yep. Just like she asked." I added gently.

Cole took a big deep breath, and sighed. A look of pain came across his
face, and he clutched at his chest. I saw tears well up in his eyes.

"I didn't." he gasped through a sob. "I didn't bring. Anything. For, her."
he moaned. "To give her."

"Yes, you did." I said softly. I brought out a bouquet of flowers, and
placed them into the stone representation of Cole's hands. They fit
perfectly.

"I'm back, momma. I love you." he sobbed as he looked down at her grave. "I
always will."

"Hey, mom?" I called softly. "Your boys. The twins, are back." I said
through my own streaming tears. "We're back. Sam and Cole."

Both of us walked straight out of the grave yard, without saying another
word. It was strange how deserted it was. We both climbed into the car, and
I felt peace. I felt okay, actually. I wondered if it was because Cole felt
the same way, too. It took a little longer to drive back home, because I
was slower this time. Cole didn't seem to mind. I turned into the drive
way, and we both got out at the same time. I took out a key, and opened the
door, and stepped inside.

"So, what would you like to do next, Cole?" I asked softly.

"Nothing. Just eat, sleep, and spend time with my best friend." he said as
we both stood in the living room. "Sammy?" he whispered.

"Oh, Cole." I gasped as I ran to him.

We both wrapped our arms around each other and held each other tightly. For
the next hour, we both sat on the couch, tightly wrapped in each other's
arms crying. Cole was still grieving for our mother. I cried because I
wanted him so badly, and I had no way of making him understand. Cole and
I'd be sitting there and it felt like we would be okay for the
moment. Then, we would both take deep breaths, and a huge sob would escape
my lips, and he'd start up again as well. Both of us tightening our hold on
the other. Every once in a while, Cole would stroke my hair, and I'd
snuggle up close to him. Or I'd gently stroke his hair, and he'd gently
ruffle mine. I wasn't sure how long we sat there crying. Finally, I shifted
myself so I was holding him tight in my arms, and he fell asleep.

A transformation took place on the sleeping Cole as I sat there with
him. He looked so beautiful to me. I wanted to lean down and kiss my little
brother and let him know how much I loved him. I wanted to make love to
him, but knew that it would never happen. I found myself sitting beneath
him with a raging boner in my pants. Somehow, though, I couldn't and didn't
dare move. He'd know. It didn't take a long time of him to wake. I was
somewhat disappointed to see his eyes open.

"Thank you, Sammy." he whispered.

"Anytime, Cole." I replied softly.

I don't know if Cole was still asleep. I don't even know if I was
awake. All I know is that he lifted himself off me, and kissed me on the
lips. Just briefly, though. Only enough to press gently on me, and quickly
back away.

"I'll go make lunch. Yeah?" he asked as he walked over to the kitchen door.

"Okay." I agreed quickly. "I bet you didn't like that airplane food."

I had to get to the bathroom. My rod was so hard, I almost came right
there. As I listened to him rattling around with the pots and pans, I made
my way quietly to the bathroom. I just had to take care of myself.

I pulled down my pants, and I quickly freed my straining cock. My fist
wrapped tightly around it as my eyes closed. Oh, God. Cole had kissed me!
Oh, the feeling of his lips on mine was amazing. He had just kissed me! I
moaned as the feelings over took me, and I felt so electrified.

"Cole!" I moaned out gasping for breath as I pumped my fist. "Oh, Cole! You
feel so good, Cole." I moaned as I started to rock my hips with the rhythm
of my strokes. "God, Cole! I love you." I gasped. "Oh, damn." Suddenly, I
was cumming. My hands filled with my seed as I stood there in front of the
mirror. I moaned as I exploded. "Cole. Oh, Cole!" I moaned.

"You better come and get food, before I eat it for you."

My stomach fell to the floor as I heard my little brother's voice. How long
had he been standing out there? I stared at the door knob wondering if I'd
locked it or not.

"You alive in there?" he called.

"Yea. I'll be right there." I replied as I reached for the toilet paper to
wipe off my orgasm. "Just a minute."

I flushed, and started to clean it all up. I was quick to dispose of the
paper, and I thoroughly washed my hands. I made sure my cock was soft again
before pulling up my pants. I opened the door, and headed for the kitchen.

Either because I was so in tune with Cole, or because his mood was just so
out there, I felt the atmosphere change as soon as I walked in. Cole was
sitting at the table with a plate in front of him. It was a sandwich, and a
side of salad. Didn't look too bad.

"So, tell me. How have you been Sammy?" he asked making my dick jump in my
jockeys.

"Well, like I told you. Everything's pretty much the same." I replied
honestly. "I mean, I'm a teacher, and I'm here." I said sighing. "You know,
I used to be the teacher who lived with his mother." I added smartly.

I had applied for college as soon as I'd gotten out of high school. Cole
was supposed to go with me, but he did get drafted. I don't know how it
happened, but I managed to get my degree within four years. I was the
youngest teacher at the local high school now, and there were only few of
the faculty that really knew my real age. The students and the rest of the
staff thought that I was just a really good looking forty-five year old.

"Do you like your job?" he asked as he took a sip of his lemonade. Cole had
a gift with culinary arts.

"Kids are kids. I keep thinking about us when we were teens. How we would
act. We never once got in trouble." I said smiling. "Did we?" I asked
curiously.

"Not that I can remember. Take a moment to think about it, though." he
cautioned. "We were always messing around. Remember, how Levering could
never tell who was who, and we'd switch and be the other twin?" he asked
laughing a little.

"Yeah. Those were the good old days. Did you know, he's still at the
school?" I asked smiling. "Still teaches in the same classroom. He's the
only teacher left there we know. Everyone else moved on." I said laughing a
little.

"What an old geezer." Cole commented laughing.

The phone rang. Cole gave me a look, and I gave him a shrug. No one usually
called, and it was always bad news if they did and anyone answered.

"Just let it go to the answering machine." Cole said softly. "If it's that
bad, they'll leave a message."

My mom's voice could be heard as the answering machine picked up. "Hi!
You've reached Cole, Sam, and Marla. Please leave a message and we'll
return your call as soon as we can. Thanks!" In the background we heard
laughter. "Tell them we can't come to the phone!" one of us shouted.

I heard the machine beep, and Cole and I waited. Then, a very girly voice
started speaking. "Hey, Cole! I heard you were home now! I saw you and your
brother on the road. If you can, give me a call back. This is Stacey. I
wanna know what it was like. Let's make a date." She left a number, and
hung up afterward.

"Are you going to take her up on her offer?" I asked as my stomach fell to
the ground. I didn't know yet how I felt about my Cole dating anyone. If
you're asking if it's because it's not me, you're quite right. It is.

"No. I'm gay."

I don't know if it was me, or maybe it was my imagination. But I swear that
I jumped in my seat as I dropped my napkin that I was holding. "Excuse me?
Whuat?" I gasped.

"I said I'm gay." he said bluntly. "Not playing."

"Cool." I said without knowing what else to say. "You didn't tell mom this
because why?" I asked smiling.

Instantly, Cole's face broke into a very gleeful grin. The mood changed and
became light, and happy. "Well damn, Bro. I don't know. I guess it just
slipped past me. I mean, what with all the shock of that hot statue of
those two beautiful boys, I just couldn't say a word." he said smiling.

"Dude! How long have you known?" I asked as I looked him straight in his
eyes.

"Not very long. I mean, I just saw the grave. It's not like you emailed me
and told me that there was a replica of us in the graveyard."

Cole and I were both laughing really hard by now as I got up and took the
paper plates. I quickly threw them away and laughed even harder.

"No, but seriously. I mean," he said as he became serious again. "I've
known that I was gay ever since I was able to remember. I'm sure she'd like
to go out with you, though." he said smiling.

"Naw. I'm the lame one. I'm just a high school teacher. You're the one who
just got home from the war."

Cole had the most amazing grin on his face. "Dude, no! I'm not going out
with her just because she's all interested in me now that I'm
home. Besides, I've got other plans for my life. I don't want to be stuck
with some selfish bitch."

"She was kind of rude back then, huh?" I asked as I took a sip of my
glass. "Not your average little nice girl."

"Nope. So, how'd you like the food, man?" he asked. "Be honest."

"It was amazing, Cole." I said looking him in the eyes. "Never had anything
this good."

"It was just a sandwich and salad." he said blushing. My cock hardened as I
saw the sexy red appear on his face.

"Yeah. It is. I agree with you. But I think you have a special gift with
food." I said smiling. "A really special gift. That salad tasted really
good. And I'm not a salad man."

"Right. You're more of a breast man, right?" he asked as he cracked another
grin. "Right? Tell the truth."

"Right." I said as we both laughed. "It's gotta be a breast. Of course,
it's also gotta be deep fried." I added laughing a little.

"What do you say we both go out?" he asked. "You can take me on a tour of
the town. It's been ten years, Sam." he said smiling.

I couldn't say no. So, Cole and I went out on the town. It was amazing. We
did such lame shit, but we had so much fun doing it. We went and toured the
stores. I found myself unable to resist, and I got Cole almost every piece
of clothing I thought looked good on him. He thanked me over, and over, and
over. He felt terrible because he had no money. But I didn't care. I would
buy him the world if he asked me to.

"Dude!" I yelled as we both walked past the movie isle at best buy. "You
just dropped a video." I said laughing. "Go get it, you fag."

Cole turned and bent down to pick up the movie. Just as he did, I saw a
gold chain fall out of his shirt. The star shined bright in the glow of the
light. I gasped before I could stop myself. He still had the chain I'd
given him. I couldn't believe him. He had kept it! He didn't break his
promise. As he replaced the movie back on the shelf, he turned to me. I
watched as the star fell gently on to his chest. He didn't bother to tuck
it back into his shirt.

We ended up going out to dinner. We ended up splitting a small pizza. It
was strange, but we took a booth at the very back of the place. There were
two ladies managing the store. We got a small pizza, and a large
lemonade. I had to give Cole credit. He was a damn good cook, and he knew
how to make beverages. The pizza and the lemonade were not nearly as
good. But they were okay. I loved the way we were both sharing the large
drink. I didn't need to ask him, and he didn't care. It was natural. We
were sharing everything. At one point, I took a sip, and leaned over to put
it down. Cole reached for it, and our hands touched. I don't know if it was
me, but we kept that position for just a beat longer than necessary. That
was enough to get my cock hard as a rock again. We ended up going to our
place and arrived at about nine thirty. We both took another half hour to
get ready for bed. Soon, we were both in our beds ready to sleep. I
would've stayed up, and jacked off after Cole fell asleep. But I had to go
to work tomorrow, and I really hated it. I'd be leaving Cole by himself.

"Don't worry about tomorrow, Sam." he said yawning. "I've got a whole shit
load to do." he said as he turned off the lamp.

"I feel so bad about leaving you here." I confessed. "I mean, you just got
home and everything."

"I know. But you have to work, and I have to do a lot of laundry. Anything
you need washed?" he asked yawning again.

"Not at the moment. But if you find something, and it's mine, and you don't
mind, go ahead and wash it." I said letting my lids close. "Love you,
Cole." I breathed softly.

"Love you, too Sammy. Sweet dreams."

"You too, Cole." I replied as my eyes fell shut, and I was gone.

The next day, the alarm that would start my hell awoke me with a start. I
almost reached over and hit the snooze button, but I resisted, and sat
up. On the other side, Cole was lying on his bed wrapped up tightly in the
blankets. I didn't blame him. This room could get cold. I saw his eyes pop
open.

"You leavin' Sam?" he asked quickly.

"Not quite yet. Did you even sleep?" I asked noticing how he acted. "You
all right, Cole?"

"I guess I can't get used to it." he muttered. "I always feel like
something's going to happen to me." he said softly. "Anyway, will you
please turn the TV on?" he asked calmly. "Before you leave?"

"Sure." I said understanding his feelings. "Care where it is?" I asked
wondering what he liked now.

"Naw. Just put it to any channel."

So, I rattled around. I got ready as slowly as I could, so I wouldn't be
stressed out and in a rush. Cole didn't even last five minutes before he
fell back to sleep. He looked so peaceful I wanted to climb into bed with
him right on the spot. I obliged and turned on the television before I
left.

"I'm leaving, Cole." I whispered as I walked over to him. "See you soon."

"Love you." he moaned half asleep, half awake. "Have a good day."

"Love you, Cole. I really do." I said softly leaning down and wrapping him
up in a tight hug.

He laughed and turned his face. "I love you too, Sammy." he said softly as
he lifted his head.

I wasn't sure if he was trying to kiss my cheek, or not, but when he kissed
me, half of his lips were on mine, and the other half was on my jaw. I
patted him, and he fell back on the pillow. He was asleep before I left.

The day dragged on for hours, and hours, and hours. I don't know how I
managed to teach that whole day. I had four long periods, and only one
prep. Sadly, it was second period. It seemed like forever when the clock
finally struck two thirty.

"You leaving, Sam?" asked a member of my staff.

"Yes. I've got to go take care of some family business." I said as I pushed
open the doors.

"Good luck. See you tomorrow." she said smiling at me.

I drove off completely unaware of the fact that she was totally flirting
with me. It only took about forty-five minutes for me to make it home. By
that time, I was already sporting a huge hardon. The biggest surprise met
me at the drive way as I pulled in. Cole was standing there with his arms
wide open, smiling at me. He looked so luminescent. I fell even more in
love with the boy as I turned off the engine and got out of the car. He was
sporting this amazing grin, and also a little extra in his own jeans.

"Sammy!" he yelled as I ran to him. "Hey, bro! How's it all goin'"" he
asked as we both embraced each other. Cole gave me a kiss on the lips and I
almost fainted. "Missed yuh." he said smiling.

"I miss you, too, Cole." I said squeezing him slightly. "I didn't think I'd
make it home."

We both walked in, and I tossed all my school things on the coffee
table. He walked into the kitchen.

"Wanna snack? I made cup cakes." he said smiling at me.

"Yes, Cole. I'd love some." I said as my heart began to thud.

We spent a while pigging out on cup cakes. Cole had spent a lot of time
playing around with the decorations on the cakes, and a lot of them had
swirls on the top. The first one he handed me had, I love Sam written in
red frosting. I smiled and took a different cup cake from the batch. I
picked up the tube of red frosting and wrote, I love Cole. I handed it to
him, and saw him blush as he saw what was written on it. We played around
for about two hours writing stupid stuff on the cakes as we ate them. It
was actually not as lame as it sounds. It was sweet, and we didn't say a
word during the whole thing. It was amazing to see my brother act in this
way. He was kind of like a little boy again. Even though I hated to break
up our fun, I told him I had to go shower. He said good, because he had to
figure out what we were going to have for dinner.

"I'm sure it'll be as good as all the other stuff you've made." I said
laughing as I went into the bathroom.

I closed the door, and turned on the light. It was so amazing to have my
brother back again. I loved being with him so much. I wished for the
hundredth time that I could make love to Cole. That I didn't have to hide
my feelings around him. I still felt his lips on mine as he kissed me in
greeting. Cole was sweet. Oh, man, I wanted him. I turned around to look in
the mirror, and spotted magic marker on the glass. The red marker spelled,
I love you, Sammy. You look awesome today.

Where had Cole gotten the marker? I needed to reply! I needed to! Where the
hell had he gotten the marker? I looked in the side drawers of the sink
counter, and sure enough, there it was. Along with a bunch of other
colors. I picked blue. I erased his message with a wet towel, and I wrote
my reply.

Cole, I love you so much. You look amazing. I've never seen such a perfect
smile.

I wondered if he'd read the message, and how long it would take for him to
read it. I wondered what the hell would happen. Was I being too honest? He
had told me he was gay. Did this mean he was already taken. Or, was he
flirting with me? Because I could skip the bullshit, and go straight to the
love. I didn't need him to flirt with me. I already loved him like crazy.

As soon as I got out of the shower, I headed straight for the kitchen. I
was only wearing a towel around my waist. Cole was standing at the stove
flipping patties. All the things ready to make burgers were set up along
the counter. He was really going all out. I slowly, gently, walked up to
him, and placed a hand over his heart. He twitched, and looked back at me.

"Whoa!" he yelped as he saw me. "Damn, Sam! Put some clothes on!" he gasped
as he began to blush. I knew that the time would come soon. Cole would be
mine, one way or another.

"Don't I look awesome?" I asked smiling. "It's not like you ain't seen this
before. You look just like me." I said smiling at him gleefully.

"You look fine." he said leaning over and kissing my neck. "If only you
were made of chocolate." he sighed. "Go get dressed, unless you wanna eat
like that." he said playfully.

I sighed pretending to be angry. "Find, dad. I'll go get dressed." I said
sighing. I turned around and made my way back to the room. Cole slapped me
playfully on my ass, and I nearly climaxed right there! Damn!

We both had three burgers, with a side of crinkle cut fries. It was so
amazing. Cole and I ate quietly, and with no rush. I loved being with
him. Just sitting in his company was so amazing to me. He looked nice, and
sweet. He was so beautiful. I spent the rest of my day grading papers in
the living room. Cole beside me, watching a movie marathon. First it was
Gone In Sixty that he watched. Then, he watched Old Yeller, and To Kill A
Mockingbird. Both of us cried at both of those movies. I'm not sure what
time I ended up going to sleep. But Cole awoke me two minutes after I'd
fallen asleep.

"Hey, you wanna go catch a double feature with me? Home Alone, and Home
Alone two." he said smiling. "Come on." he added without giving me a chance
to answer.

He was dragging me out into the cold night, and into the car. I was
pleading for him to let me sleep, because I was so tired. He just ignored
my pleas, and drove us to the nearest theatre.

"Cole, I'd love to be here with you, man, but I have to work tomorrow. I
have to teach my classes." I moaned. "Let me go back and sleep. I don't
think I graded all of my papers." I pleaded as I entered the theatre with
him.

"Nope! You're coming with me, young man. We're gonna have the best time of
our young lives!" he hollered as he slipped an arm through mine. "Come on,
I heard Macaulay Culkin's supposed to be at this one. I mean the real
Macaulay." he said as he zoomed into the theatre.

We sat through both features. There were some parts where I'd be falling
asleep, and I'd jump a mile in the air because loud noises would scare
me. Cole would laugh, and we'd both get shushed by a little old lady who
was sitting behind us. I don't know how I made it through those two movies,
but it was tough. Then, suddenly, the lights went on, and someone stood in
front of the screen. It was the actual Macaulay Culkin.

"For the next few hours, I will be answering the first three hundred
questions!" he boomed out. "Then, at two in the morning, my limo will be
here to get me, and I'll be headed to the premier of my new movie, Party
Monster! _I am determined to answer all of your questions!" he said looking
my brother straight in the eyes. "Each, and every, one of you!"

So, Cole and I got in line. I got in line forcefully, behind Cole. He was
so excited, and laughing so hard, but this time, I couldn't be excited. I
really wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. It was about two-thirty in
the morning when the line was all gone. It was Cole's turn to ask his
question.

"In the first Home Alone, you were using a toy truck. What, kind of
batteries, did the toy truck hold?" Cole asked jumping up and down.

"That! Is! The, single most, greatest question I've ever had asked!!!! It
was a pair of little tiny batteries. Like the ones in a wrist watch. How
would you two studs like to come hang out with me at a shooting? We're
gonna go blow up some trucks! Since I already missed my premiere." he
yelled as he stood up.

"We're in!" shouted Cole.

"Cole--" I started.

"Look for the monster truck limo. Go into the back. Break!" he yelled as he
ran past us.

Five minutes later found me and my twin riding in the back of Macaulay
Culkin's monster truck limo. It took us a little while to arrive to where
they were filming the stunt. It was actually pretty cool.

"Did you like it, young man?" Mac asked me as he came walking over to us.

"Sure." I replied sleepily. "I like the part where you blew up the truck."
I moaned.

The people around me started laughing really hard. Cole included. Macaulay
just had a blast!

"I love this dude! How would you two like to star in my next movie?" he
asked looking us both straight in the face. "As my side kicks? Let's go
play hockey while I tell you the details!"

"Are you kidding?" Cole asked excitedly. "Yes! Yes, we would!"

"Shooting starts next week!" he said clapping his hands.

I was too sleepy to remember exactly how I got home. But it was about six
in the morning, and I knew it would be time for me to wake up soon anyway,
so I only laid down for about five minutes. Then, my alarm rang. I opened
my eyes, and I reached over and turned it off. I looked over at Cole, who
was passed out on the bed. That son of a bitch! He gets to sleep in! I was
tired! I felt pretty crappy.

"You look like you didn't sleep at all yesterday, Sam. You okay?" he asked
softly.

"No! You totally ruined my night, Cole!" I moaned. "I mean, just because it
was home Alone." I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"What are you talking about? You fell asleep during Home Alone. I carried
you over here, and you were completely out. You were snoring so loud, and
you wouldn't even wake up. You had fallen asleep grading your papers. You
look like you didn't sleep at all."

"No! You dragged me to the theatres and took me to a double feature!" I
moaned as my limbs stretched. "You wouldn't let me sleep! Then, Macaulay
Culkin met us, and you asked him about the batteries in his toy car, and
you and I left with him. You left with him, in the monster limo, and you
and I watched him blow up trucks. We went to a hockey rink, and you played
with Mac, and you played with Tito Jackson!" I moaned. "He asked us if we
could star in a movie together." I yawned.

"Sam, you were completely, passed out." he said from his bed. "Trust me."

"So, the best night of my life, was a dream?" I moaned as I sort of began
to almost cry.

"Well, yeah. Basically." he said softly. "Sorry."

"I'm leaving. You want me to turn on the TV before I leave?" I asked as I
began to get dressed.

"Yeah. If you can. I'll see you around three. Okay?" he asked. "Sammy,
would you like a ride?" he added concerned.

"No." I said coldly. "I'll manage. I need to get shit straighten out. You
suck, Cole." I said sighing.

"Are you that upset that your best night was a dream?" he asked laughing.

"Yes, Cole! Because I actually had a very good time!" I said as I grabbed
my things. "See you later."

"Bye, Sammy. I love you."

"Right. Go to hell." I muttered bitterly. "Bye."

I made sure the television was on, and I walked out. I heard Cole saying
something, but I slammed the door way too hard, and I left. And as soon as
I got into my car, I felt the guilt. I almost cried. I drove to school, and
I hated what I had done. Cole had been so sweet to me, and I'd made a fool
out of myself completely. And treated him like shit. That day, I couldn't
really concentrate. So, during my lunch-prep period, I left and rode
home. Cole was waiting for me standing in the door frame. He stepped off
the stoop and slowly walked over to the car. I got out and nearly knocked
him over as I did. I slammed the door shut, and I turned around to Cole. I
wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him to me.

"And what brings you here?" he asked kissing my lips gently.

"You, Cole!" I said angrily as tears filled my eyes. "I felt so bad after I
left you. I was such a dick." I muttered as I let go of him. "Sorry."

"You were tired, Sam." he said seriously. "You were tired. You ain't need
to be sorry for anything. Look what the cat dragged in?" he added pointing
behind me.

I turned around, and gasped. A very pretty lady came walking up the
drive. She smiled. She waved at us, and we both waved back.

"I'm glad to see you're not saluting." she said smiling at Cole.

"Yeah. I'm not a militant." Cole said as he hugged my aunt tightly. "I'm so
glad you're here, Aunt Beth." he said as tears filled his eyes.

"Me too, baby. How are you holding up?" she asked softly.

"I'm good." he sobbed.

"Cole!" I moaned. "Don't lie to her! You're not doing good at all."

"Hey, do you mind if I stay here with you for a while?" she asked smiling
at him. "I know Sam's gotta go back to school and all."

"No." Cole said wiping his face. "I'd be delighted. I think we can have
loads of fun together. Come on in."

"Go on ahead, Cole. I need to talk to your aunt." I said sighing. "I'm
leaving afterward, too." I added.

"Love you, Sammy." he said hugging me tightly.

"I love you, too Cole." I said.

Suddenly, his lips were pressing against my ear. "I miss you." he
whispered. "Can't wait to see you again."

"Cole." I sighed. "I'll see you soon."

He walked inside, and I saw him disappear through the door. I turned to my
aunt.

"How long will you be here?" I asked softly.

"I don't know. How long do you want me here?" she asked smiling. "Am I
intruding on your time with Cole?"

"God, no. If you could stay with him for a while. At least until I get
back. I'd really appreciate it. It's hard for him to be alone. You know?
It's kind of scary. He's different now. Always on the alert." I said
sighing.

"Don't worry, son. I'll stay with him. I'm sure he's been a little rattled
by what he's seen. Anyway, are you coming in?"

"Yeah. Why not? Just make sure you keep him company." I said as I followed
her into the house.

I walked into the bathroom, and I closed the door. I saw the mirror, and
almost passed out. There was a message written in magic marker.

Sammy, you are so sweet. I really love you. You haven't changed a bit. You
look good, man. Your smile makes my day. I swear it.

I was breathing fast. My heart was pounding against my chest. I couldn't
believe this. Was my little brother flirting with me? I took out a blue
magic marker, and I quickly wrote back.

Cole, you make my whole day. Just by saying my name. I really love you. A
lot. Can't believe I'm lucky enough to have you as a brother. You are so
amazing. I love you.

I placed the marker back, and I quickly left. I slipped out the front door,
and I drove off back to my classes. I was there was in time for the five
minute bell to end. My class was already waiting outside for me. I was
late.

"You be late, Sam!" said one of the boys. "How come we cain't be late, but
you is? And that sub was a whore!" he yelled.

"Shush, William. Just wait until we all get inside, and sit down, and you
can tell me all about it." I said as I opened the door to the room. "So,
you guys? How was it while I was gone on Wednesday?" I asked as the class
settled back into their seats.

"She thought she owned the place, man!" one of the boys shouted standing
up. "She tried to put me in detention! I was like, who the fuck do you
think you are?"

"What did you do, Derek?" I asked laughing.

"I didn't do anything!" he yelled. "Corey was the one, who wouldn't shut
the hell up, and he made me punch him!"

"Dude, calm down!" I said laughing.

That's how the rest of my day went. My next class also had complaints about
the previous sub. But they went even farther with their complaints.

"Your brother better be really cool! You left us, and we all hated our
sub!"

"Hey, next time that I take a day off, I'll make sure to get you guys a
good sub." I said smiling. "Everything'll be okay. Don't worry."

The highlight of my day was when I returned home. Cole was waiting for me
right outside. He was standing in the rain, and he looked a little cold. I
wondered why he was standing outside.

"Sammy!" he shouted laughing as I walked up to him.

"Cole! Why the hell are you out here?" I asked as I pulled him with me into
the house.

"Aunt Beth had to go home. She left ten minutes ago. I stayed out there
looking at the clouds." he lied.

"Cole, I'm so sorry. I tried to make it so I'd be back by the time she was
ready to leave. Sorry, Cole." I said softly as I hugged him.

"It doesn't matter. I'm so glad to see you." he said giving me one of his
gentle kisses. I almost fainted again.

"Hey! It's the weekend. I'm not leaving anymore. Don't worry."

I walked inside and put down my brief case. I felt so bad for having
treated him so horribly this morning. I also felt bad because he was alone
for a while. I walked into the bathroom, and closed the door. I heard Cole
rattling around in the kitchen. I hoped things were okay between us. I was
sure they were. I turned around to see if anything was written on the
mirror.

There was a drawing of a boy standing near a lake. He had a speech
bubble. "Sammy, where the hell are you?"

I took up the markers that he'd been using, and drew myself beside him. I
wrapped my arm around him, and wrote my own speech bubble. "This is how
it's supposed to be." It might've been lame, but it was amazing to me. I
felt wonderful around my little brother.

I walked out of the bathroom, and smiled as I made my way to the
kitchen. Cole turned just in time to see me. I smiled at him, and pulled
him to me.

He gasped audibly, and I smiled. His head fell against my shoulder, and we
held each other tightly. I kissed his neck, and realized a little too late
that I'd crossed a line. Damn, and I wasn't even trying! He pulled back a
little almost as if to try and push me away. I looked at him, and he still
had the most amazing grin on his face. He sort of leaned into me, and his
lips touched mine. He pulled away quickly, and giggled a little. I could
not believe my hardon. I chanced a glance down, and looked at his
jeans. His cock was straining against his pants.

The phone rang, and we both jumped. We both waited silently for it to ring
four times, before the machine picked up. I didn't feel any pain any more
as my mother's voice answered. Cole was beside me. I didn't feel so bad
after all.

"Hey, Mr. Smith, it's Corey. I wanted to let you know--"

I lunged for the phone and grabbed it. "Hello?" I asked after pressing the
talk button. I watched as Cole made his way to the bathroom.

"I know it's only Friday, and we've got a while to go, but I wanted to let
you know, that I'm not going to class anymore." said the boy sadly. "My dad
just got laid off, and I'm going to be helping him. You know? I need to
help rake in the gold." he muttered.

"Listen, Corey. Why don't you let me have a talk with your father on Monday
after school. Okay? I'm sure we can work something out. It's a shame to
have to lose you're education just because your father got laid off. I'll
find him a job if I have to, but I'm sure he hasn't directly asked you to
sacrifice your education."

"Yeah, but I'm supposed to be the bread winner." he said sighing into the
phone.

"You're only seventeen, Corey. You only have a year and a half to go. If
you really want my help, have your father meet me at school after classes
on Monday. Just don't tell him why."

"You promise?" he asked sadly.

"Yes. I do."

I hung up a minute later, and turned to find Cole standing right behind
me. He was bubbling over with joy! I could just see it in his face.

"Go take your shower, Sammy. I'll make the food." he said smiling at me.

"I really appreciate this, Cole." I said smiling back. "You really are a
big help."

"Get out of here!" he said pushing me towards the bathroom. "Take your
time, too." he added squeezing my shoulder.

I walked into the bathroom, and closed the door. I turned around, and
looked at the mirror. I expected to see something, but there was
nothing. Only a single word written on the mirror. Whoa.

I quickly erased the word, and wondered if I was supposed to say anything
back. I somehow thought I wasn't, so, I jumped into the shower, and took my
time. I think I took about a whole half hour in there, before I got
out. When I did, I heard him yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Dude! I can't believe it! Are you sure? Oh, man! That's deep! Well,
honestly, would you rather it be meth? Well, then? That's what I'm sayin'!
Let it happen, and if it gets any worse, then that's when you tell uncle
Bob. Well, that's just my take on it. He's in the shower. Aw, don't cry,
aunt Beth. Things are still fine. It's just weed. It's not so big. I know,
ma'am. I know. Don't worry, though. I bet you things will be fine. Tell
them I said hi. Yeah, cool. Bye, aunt Beth."

I quickly got dressed, and I walked out into the hall. I went into the
living room, and saw Cole hanging up the phone.

"Well, Aunt Beth caught Steve with a joint." he said smiling. "Not really
caught, because he doesn't know she knows."

"Still much cleaner than coke, or meth." I said smiling. "I'd do pot any
day. It's better than coke, or anything else out there." I said
sighing. "Does uncle Bobby know?" I asked as I made my way over to him.

"No. She's so messed up about it. I managed to cheer her up. She was
crying. Pretty bad, too. I managed to make her laugh, and when she got off
the phone, she was smiling."

"Yeah, well. You have that kind of power, Cole." I said softly. "You're
special in that way."

"Aw, Sammy, don't." he muttered softly. "Don't make me cry."

"What the hell are you cooking, anyway?" I asked softly.

"Thai food. Wanna go for a walk while it's cooking?" he asked softly. "It's
actually done, but I need it to cool down a little."

"Why the hell not." I said smiling. "Let's go."

Cole and I walked off around the whole neighborhood. He was telling me
everything he'd done in Iraq. I was hearing him, I was listening, and I was
walking with the most beautiful person in the world. He looked so amazing,
I just couldn't get enough. At one point, he was so into telling me what
happened on his flight back home, that he stopped and turned to face me and
communicate his feelings. I couldn't help smiling at him as he explained. I
found myself hypnotized by his gestures, and his gentle tones. Before I
could stop myself, I reached out to him, and pulled a lock of his jet black
hair out of his face. My hand lingered on his temple for just the slightest
moment. Then, I gently pulled away. Cole finished his story, and became
quiet. He walked to stand very close to me, and our hands touched. Mine
opened and took his, and our fingers slowly and magically intertwined. I
heard him let out a soft moan, and I whispered his name. We both started
walking, very slowly, back to our place. I wished this moment would never
end. I think I fell even more in love with Cole at this point.

We both walked into the house, and closed the door. I squeezed his hand,
and let it go gently. He smiled at me. We both silently walked into the
kitchen, and I watched as Cole set up the table.

"Would you like some help?" I asked softly.

"No, Sam. Sit down, please." he said with a big smile. "Let me do this for
you."

"But Cole--"

"Sammy, please." he said smiling at me with a very cute smile. "Just relax,
okay?"

We were sitting down to a very beautiful dinner ten minutes later. The
lights had been turned down low, and only a candle was lit in the center of
the table. He had made a very nice stew, and a dish of tofu Pad Thai. It
looked so delightful. Cole and I sat eating our food, and sipping glasses
of lemonade. It may not be red wine, but it was so amazing all the
same. Every once in a while, I'd look at him, or he'd look at me, and our
eyes would meet. It was so amazing. He was special in every way. We took
about an hour and a half to finish eating, because he still had cup cakes
from yesterday afternoon. This time, we took it slow, and didn't pig
out. The cake he gave me had a blank slate, and I saw him take his cake as
well. It also was blank. He took a tube of blue frosting, and started
writing, and I took the red one and began to write.

Cole, you are so beautiful. I wrote smiling.

He handed me his cake, and I looked down as I handed him his. Sammy, you
are so hot.

We both took about another ten minutes to eat those. I was about to clear
our plates, when he touched my waist with his gentle hand.

"Leave that for now, Sammy." he whispered softly. "Let's light a fire. It's
cold."

We both made our way to the living room, and I started putting wood into
the fire. It took us a while to get the fire lit. The blaze felt wonderful
against the chill that was settling in. Our house was terrible when it came
to insulation. Cole and I took a seat on the couch. I leaned back against
the seat and closed my eyes. Both of us were leaning back relaxing
silently. I don't know how long passed. I opened my eyes, and saw that it
was already ten sixteen. I turned my head to see Cole, and he was sitting
beside me, with a very wonderful grin on his face. I lifted one of my arms
and slung it over him. He scooted as close to me as he could, wanting as
much closeness between us as I did. My cock was straining to free itself
from my jeans, and I wasn't embarrassed. Cole didn't care, and neither
should I. We sat there beside each other, as he leaned against me. His head
against my shoulder. Every once in a while, I'd shift a bit, just to pull
him closer, or to hold him tighter. I loved this closeness between us. I
felt so amazing. I felt Cole twitch beside me, and I turned my head to look
at him. He stared back at me, and we both looked into each other's eyes. It
was as if something between us clicked. The mood changed between Cole and
I, and became intense passion. I felt the urgency in Cole, and I felt the
fire radiating from him. He looked straight into my eyes and we both held
the gaze.

"Sammy?" he gasped.

"Cole." I muttered. "I love you, Cole."

"Oh, God Sammy." he whispered.

I pulled my clone into my arms and we began to kiss deeply. Cole let out a
big moan as our lips touched. His soft warm tongue pressed against my lips
begging to be let in. I didn't refuse. I parted my mouth, and he slipped in
gently at first, then more urgently. He was gasping for breath as I held
him to me. My hands were gently exploring him, cupping his head in my
palms, and running my fingers through his jet black hair. He looked and
felt wonderful. I moaned gently as we pulled apart.

"Sammy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I crossed a big line. Sorry, bro. I really
didn't mean--" he stopped as he stood up.

"Cole, shut up!" I begged as my eyes filled with tears at the sight of his
sadness. "I want you, Cole. I want you. I wanna love you so much. I love
you! I wanna make love to you! I wanna be your best friend, and your lover,
forever. Everything! I want everything with you, Cole! I've been dreaming
of you for so long! I missed you, Cole!" I sobbed as my tears started to
stream.

Something over took me, and I began to tremble with the longing. The ache
of wanting Cole so bad. I began to sob so much it was almost hard to
understand me. "Can-C-C-C-Cole! I really want you! You've been breaking my
heart over and over and over, when you tease me! I want you so bad! Ever
since I can remember, you've b-b-b-been the b-biggest part of me!" I
sobbed. "I've been dying to hold you, and kiss you, and that-that-tell you
how much I need you, and love you! I need you Cole! I need you!" I
begged. "Please! I want us to be bonded so tight, and never separate. I
need you, Cole!" I begged.

There was silence as I lay on the couch, and he stood over me, looking down
at me. "Can-C-C-C-Cole?" I stammered as the tears streamed. "Cole?" I
sobbed.

"Oh, Sammy. Don't cry, Sammy. Oh, Sammy." he gasped as he lifted me off the
couch.

Before I could say or do anything, he was undressing me, and I was loving
every minute of it. The object of my fantasies was in front of me, and my
dreams were coming true. I had imagined this so many times, and I was now
about to make love to the most wonderful person on the planet. I helped him
get his shirt off, and gasped. He looked wonderful. Cole and I couldn't
stay apart for long. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed me
again. His kiss was deep, and slow, and I almost climaxed right there in my
pants. I moaned as he gently rocked his hips and pressed his hardon against
mine. We both were panting and gasping as we pulled apart.

"Make love to me, Sam." he moaned as he undid my fly. "Please. Make love to
me. I'm dying for you."

"Cole!" I moaned. "I love you so much. You look so good."

He and I struggled so much to get out of our jeans. He threw his to the
floor, and I threw mine on top of his. He looked so amazing. I gently
lifted him off me, and while our tongues dueled, I pulled his briefs
off. He did the same to me, and I moaned with lust.

Both of us threw ourselves on to the floor on top of our pile of clothing,
and wrestled against each other. I finally flipped Cole on to his side, and
I plunged down on his rock hard cock. I took his length into my mouth, and
he moaned and shook as I sucked him.

"Sam! Sam! Sam! Oh, God! Don't stop! Sam! You feel so good!"

I couldn't stop, even if he'd asked me to. I enjoyed the silky smoothness
of his cock in my mouth. The feeling of how hard he was, and the throb as
the blood flowing swiftly to supply his raging cock. I kept on sucking as
hard as I could, and ended up taking him whole in my mouth. My tongue
licking over his balls as he moaned and fucked my face fast. I pulled off
him quickly and turned to face him the right way this time. He climbed on
top of me, and his lips pressed against mine. He knew what he would taste,
and he urgently took the slight taste of his seed off of my tongue. He
moaned my name as I moaned his. He was so amazing.

"I missed you, Sammy! I missed you! I'm so glad I'm back. I missed you. You
look so good." he moaned as he returned to kissing me deeply.

"I missed you, too, Cole. I love you so much. I want to share everything
with you. I want you to be mine. Cole! I love you!" I yelled as my passion
overwhelmed me. I felt tears of happiness fill my eyes. "Cole!" I moaned as
he pressed his hard love rod against mine. "I love you, Cole!" I moaned.

"I love you, too, Sam! You are so amazing." he said as he rocked his hips
and our cocks pressed hard on to our bellies. He was kissing me again, and
his kiss was deep and passionate. He moaned with lust as he lay on top of
me, and my arms wrapped around his waist.

"Cole! Cum with me!" I moaned as we both rocked our hips and our love
sticks slid against each other. "Cum with me, Cole! Oh, Cole!" I yelled as
we both exploded.

We were both one person. Yelling, and shouting our passion out as we
exploded. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I hated that I'd
waited so long. I thought the most powerful orgasms hit me when I jacked
off thinking about him. But this was nothing, nothing at all, compared with
how I felt now. Cole and I were both one! He was mine!

We both lay there, on the rug exhausted. The fire was still burning. Cole
and I lay silent for a while, before Cole's arms slid around me, and
latched on to me. I hoped for my own sake, that this wasn't a dream. If I
awoke, I'd die of anguish. Cole seemed to know what I was thinking, because
he looked me deep in the eyes.

"Sammy?" he whispered. "Are you for real?"

"Yes, Cole." I whispered back. "As real as you want it to be."

"Sam? I didn't know you were gay." he whispered as his gentle hands stroked
my face.

"I'm not gay in that sense, Cole. Because I'm not attracted to men. I'm
just in love with you. I guess you could say I'm gay. But only you,
Cole. I've never thought of any other guys/girls like this before. It's
only you, Cole. I love you. I love the way you talk, the way you smile. You
make my whole day just by being around me. Hell, there wasn't a day in my
life that I didn't think about you in that way. Cole, I..."

I couldn't go on. I felt the hot burning in my eyes, and the tears began to
stream down my face. I felt such intense passion for this boy, and I had no
way to express it. I couldn't hold back the huge sob that escaped me as I
clung to my brother. My twin. My clone. We were literally two halves of a
whole.

"I'm so afraid that this is a dream!" I cried. "I've wanted you for so
long, Cole! You have no idea! I couldn't forgive myself if I, hurt you in
any way! I love you so much!" I cried as I buried my face into his neck and
kissed him.

"Sam? I love you, too. It's not a dream. I've wanted you for so long. My
heart broke when I got drafted. I was always afraid. Afraid that you'd find
a girlfriend, and if I came back, things would be much different. But they
were still the same. I was so afraid that you'd find someone while I was
away. I was driven crazy by the thought. Sam, you know, I would go into a
bathroom, and look into the mirror, and pray. I always felt like I was
praying with you. I swear, man. You're my best friend, Sam. You're
everything to me. I love you, so very much." he said as he held me tight.

"You know, when that girl called not too long ago?" I asked still trembling
as tears streamed down my face. "Man, I was so jealous. I thought you'd
actually take her up on her offer. Somehow, I never thought we'd get to
where we are now. Even when you kissed me for the first time." I said
smiling.

"Sammy." he whispered. "I want you. Make love to me." he begged. "Please,
Sammy. I need you so much."

I flipped around so that Cole's cock was at my face, and his face was at my
own hardon. He wasted no time in taking me in his mouth, and I wasted no
time in taking him in mine. I tried as hard as I could to concentrate on
the feelings I needed to give him. I needed to let him know how much I
loved him. How much I wanted him. I tried not to feel what was happening to
me as he slurped and sucked on my ever growing love rod. He was sucking
away, and I knew if he kept going, I'd be climaxing pretty soon.

Cole took my thin six inches and worked on me as if this was the last time
he'd have me in his life. It was amazing how good it felt. He was licking
up and down my shaft like a pro! My eyes feasted on the pair of balls and
thin hardon that lay in front of me. He was just like me! In every way! His
cock was also six inches, and he had no hair, like me! Damn, this boy was
hot! This sort of creeped me out, because not only was I in love with my
twin, I was in love with my identical twin. Was there a little bit of
narcissism here?

Suddenly, Cole let out a huge moan and I felt my mouth fill with his
seed. I kept on sucking as much as I could, and swallowed all that he
gave. He must've climaxed about ten times in my mouth, and not a single
drop escaped me. I waited for him to stop, and realized that I was so close
as well. Cole must've sensed that, because he kept on sucking as hard as he
could on me. Soon, I was climaxing in his mouth. I must've climaxed about
as much as he did. I've never had an orgasm that intense. I almost didn't
want to come down from it at all. Cole and I pulled off each other, and
stood up.

"Oh man. That was hot!" I moaned as I looked at my little brother. "That
was awesome."

"Sam? Let's go man." he said softly pulling my hand and pulling me into our
bedroom.

That night, we did a little bit of rearranging. I slid his twin bed over to
my side of the room, and placed it together with mine. He was happy, and so
was I.

"Sam?"  he whispered as we laid down together. "I missed you so much."

"I did too, Cole." I said as we both reached for each other. "I'm so glad
you came back safely. There's something I've been dying to ask you,
though." I said softly as my arms pulled him tight against me. "How come
they let you serve in the war? [ you open about who you are?"

"I was. Totally. I told every person and every leader I could about
myself. Supposedly, a lot of men and women were using that bit to get out
of serving the military. Although I truly am gay, they couldn't let me go,
because it's during a time of war. They don't know if I'm lying or
not. Policy's fucked up if you ask me." he said sadly. "I'm just glad I
came back."

"Me too, Cole. So much." I said kissing him. "I love you." I said as I
gently ran my fingers through his short hair.

"I love you, too, Sammy. You are my best friend in the universe. I'd do
anything for you."

Neither of us said a word as Cole flipped over and his sex pressed against
my mouth. I gently took his length in, and felt his warm breath at my
cock. A shiver went down my spine as I felt him flick the head of my
hardon. I let out a loud moan as the feelings over took me. I began gently
sucking on him, as he engulfed my aching dick. God, his mouth felt so
wonderful. I'd never get enough of this beauty sucking me off. Both of us
started face fucking the other hard as the orgasm built up. I started
focusing on Cole's actions, and saw that he was going to town on my
dick. The boy was slurping as if my cock was the last he'd ever have in his
life. For his sake, I hoped it was the only one he'd ever have in his
life. Or in his ass. Suddenly, I thought of how amazing it would be to fuck
my twin. I realized, I had to fuck this stallion right now, damn it! I
pulled away from him, and gently nudged him.

"What?" he moaned as he pulled away as well. "I was about to cum!" he
moaned as his rigid pole stuck straight out. The head was throbbing visibly
with an erotic raw sexuality that I couldn't quite explain.

"Cole, babe?" I asked softly. "I really want to make love to you. I want to
be inside you, Cole." I moaned.

"Oh, Sammy!" he moaned as I reached as and squeezed his balls. "Oh, fuck!
Please, Sam! Please, fuck me! Now!" he moaned. "I'm so close, Sammy. Don't
even touch me, or I'll explode!"

I got up, and walked over to the dresser. I took the jar of Vaseline that I
used to jack my dick with, and I covered my cock in lube. Cole came over
and laid himself down on his stomach across the desk chair. His sweet ass
was sticking up ready for my hard steel joy stick to sink in. I walked over
to him, and lubed his tight hole. All the while, he kept moaning and trying
to fuck my fist.

"Aaaaaaw aaaaaaw aaaaaaw!" he was moaning so loudly, I swear it could be
heard through the whole house. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck me, Sammy! Give it to
me!" he screamed as I entered him slowly. "Sammy, touch me!" he moaned.

At first, I just lay on top of him, trying to let him adjust to my joy
rod. He was breathing fast, and wiggling his oh so tight ass into my
crotch. I gently reached around him, and found his dangling thin rod. With
my left hand, I started to jack it, and with my right hand, I began to
squeeze and knead his balls.

"Oh, Sammy!" he moaned. "You feel good. Jack it faster." he whispered as he
turned his head towards me. "Jack it faster, Sam!" he pleaded as I stroked
him fast. I gently squeezed and fondled his balls with my right hand.

I began to stroke him in sync with my fuck. I looked down and watched my
dick slide in and out of my beautiful prince. He looked so amazing, and so
much sexier than I remembered. I've seen Cole naked before, but it was
nothing compared to how I saw him now. I watched in a total erotic
fascination as my cock slid in and out of him, and pushed against his
hungry prostate. My hands were busy playing with his dick and balls. He was
groaning and trembling with a passion as he lay over the desk chair.

"Why the hell didn't we do this a long ass time ago?" he questioned as he
wiggled his ass erotically. "Do you know how fuckin' horny I was as a
teen?" he moaned. "I'd have to jack my fuckin' boner at least six times a
day! Those were during times when I was only half horny. On really bad
days, I'd be so hot, I swear I would've fucked anything that moved."

"You feel like you can go forever." I said as I squeezed his hard dick,
which grew, if possible, even harder. I moaned as I felt the silky rock
hard prick in my hand.

"That's so good, man. You feel so fucking good."

"Yeah, baby? Your ass is so fuckin' tight." I said gasping a little as I
thrust into him. "Oh, fuck!" I groaned as he squeezed his ass around my
cock. "Do that again, stud!" I begged. "Yeah, that's it! Aw, that's so
good! Your ass is so hot!" I groaned as I thrust into him. "Cole, I could
make love to you all fuckin' night!"

"Sammy?" he moaned. "I'm really close. Stop!" he begged. "Stop! I wanna
fuck in the missionary. I wanna see your face, Sam. I wanna truly make
love." he moaned. "I want you to look into my eyes, and be able to kiss me,
and hold me. I know you want me." he groaned as I pulled out.

"That's about the best idea you've had all night, little brother." I said
as I pulled out and stood up. "Cole?" I asked pulling him up with me. I
took his hand and knelt down in front of him. "I know you can't marry me,
but dude, I want us to be this way for the rest of our lives. I love you,
Cole, and nothing can change that. You are my best friend, and I wanna
share everything with you. Let's be lovers for the rest of our lives, bro."

"Oh, Sam." he said in a very low seductive soprano. "Let's get it on,
baby."

"Cole!" I moaned as I stood up and walked with him over to our bed.

I did feel like we were on a honey moon. I looked at the clock, and saw
that it was already eleven fifteen. Cole and I lay down beside each other,
and hugged. It was peaceful, and beautiful, and intimate. I began to stroke
his hair, and touch him all over. His own hands were roaming all over me,
and exploring every part of my body. It was quiet as we touched. My hands
squeezed his nipples, played with his smooth butt, and his beautiful smooth
tight balls. My hands roamed all over his broad back, and rubbed his hot
tight ass. He did the same thing, his hands roaming all over my back,
pinching my ass cheeks, and gently finger fucking me for fifteen
seconds. His hands came to play with my six inches, and gently fondled my
tight balls. He stroked my thighs, and rubbed my balls a little. He pinched
my nipples sending shivers down my spine as he did so. I couldn't help
noticing we were both rock hard again.

Our eyes met, and we stared deep into the other's face for a while. His
arms wrapped around my shoulders, and mine wound themselves around his
waist. We were still staring into each other's eyes as we began to kiss and
stroke each other. My tongue found Cole's and we both moaned with ecstasy
as the feelings built. My tongue was pulled into his mouth. His hot, wet,
sexy mouth. He wrapped his tongue around mine, and began to suck. I moaned
as I surrendered myself. All moral thoughts left me. I didn't care that
this was a sin, or that this was incest. I couldn't care less if a police
officer burst in and found this sinful, incestuous act, as Cole and I
coupled on the bed. I surrendered. My lust took over, and the want and need
to have Cole, to love Cole, to be with Cole, over took me, and I gave into
it. The hot, wet feeling of him sucking on my tongue was so hot, and so
erotic, that I found I was leaking pre-cum all over the bed. He continued
to kiss and suck on my tongue as he moved around on the bed. He flipped us
both around so that I was now on top of him. Cole broke our long ten minute
kiss, and looked my deep in the eyes.

"Take me. I'm yours." he commanded in a soft, rough, husky seductive
tone. "Take me. Make love to me, baby. I want your seed inside me. If I was
a girl, I'd tell you I wanted to have your kid. But I ain't. So, I'll just
tell you that I want to have your dick."

"Oh, fuck, Cole. You're driving me insane."

I lifted his legs a little lifting his ass so that I had more access to
it. It was the hottest ass I've ever set eyes on. His jewels were so
smooth, and hairless, and his thin rod was magnificent. I plunged my dick
into him without warning, and both of us moaned. He felt amazing. The
feelings of the sex grew hotter as he kissed me again. He was right. This
position was extremely amazing. It was hot to be able to look at him, and
kiss him, and shove my tongue deep down his throat.

"Mmmmmm." I moaned softly as I fucked him. I fucked my twin lover with
deep, slow strokes as he gently stroked my face, and touched my body.

"You taste so good, Sam." he moaned. "Your dick feels so amazing. I swear,
it belongs there." he whispered.

"What do you say, Cole?" I asked softly kissing him back. "Let's fuck all
night long."

"Oh, baby. I can't get enough." he moaned as he pulled me deeper into
him. "You're so good."

"Mmmmmm." I moaned as he began to tongue fuck my mouth.

I gently plowed into him, making every stroke deep, and slow. It was erotic
to feel his legs wrapped around me as he pulled me deeper and deeper into
him. Our moaning got louder. I loved the sound that I heard as my hard dick
plowed in and out of him, and my balls slapped his ass. Soon, my strokes
became harder and faster, and the beds that held us began to shake. Soon,
there was a rhythm that began to build. The bed squeaking, our moans, and
the squish, squish, squish of my cock plowing in and out of my little
twin's ass. Our grunts were added to those noises not soon after. My
brother's hot tight ass was driving me wild. Just to make sure he was
cumming with me, I reached down with one hand, and started to jack him off.

"Saaaaaammm!" he moaned as he felt my hand stroke his hard joy stick. "Oh,
fuck yeah!" he groaned.

"Cole." I moaned. "I hope you still his energy to fuck me, after this." I
said as my orgasm built. "I want you, after this man." I groaned.

"Good. Because I'm so hot for you, man. I don't think this fuck will be
enough."

I don't know what the hell happened, but soon, Cole and I were both yelling
in a frenzy as his cum filled my hand, and sprayed all over our bodies. His
ass clenched around me, and I exploded, filling him with my seed. He moaned
loud. The hot part is, we kissed during the entire orgasm. There was
nothing hotter than having my lips, or my hands, all over this hot European
stud. He groaned as we both came down from the orgasm.

"Oh, man, that was amazing. This is the first of many fucks to come, I
hope?" he asked after we both lay on our sides of the bed.

"You bet, Cole." I said smiling. "You bet. Looks like little Cole still
wants to play." I said laughing as I spotted his rock hard steel.

"God, I just can't stop thinking about how hot and sexy you are." he said
smiling. "Besides, I ain't the only one with a hot throbbing boner." he
said.

So it was, that we repeated our cycle again. We both reached for each other
again, and held each other tight. The heat was so erotic, and so
passionate, I couldn't help feeling hot for Cole. I wanted him for the rest
of our lives. He was good for me, just like I was for him. We began to kiss
passionately and touch each other just like before. His hands, and mine
roamed all over our bodies, worshipping every part of the other that we
could. We began to rub our cocks together as we both finger fucked each
other's ass. It was hot to feel Cole's tongue in my mouth, and his finger
in my ass, while his cock throbbed against mine. We spent about twenty
minutes just making out, and touching all over each other. Then, my tongue
found his, again, and I wrapped mine around his and polled it into my
mouth. He took a deep breath through his nose, and shuddered as I began to
suck him gently into my mouth. I was sucking on his tongue gently as our
cocks sloshed wetly against each other. The smell of sex was in the air,
yet we weren't sweaty, we were just hot. Hot for each other, and slippery
with loads of hot, creamy juicy cum. God, Cole was good! He flipped us both
over, and lay on top of me. While I sucked on his tongue, I stuck my left
hand into one of the still warm wet pools of cum, and I covered his cock in
it. He was hard and dripping already, so it was really not needed. He felt
so good in my hand, I almost jacked his gorgeous dick off right then and
there. I gently let out of his tongue, and pulled away.

"You owe me two rounds, babe. You think you can handle that?" I asked
softly.

"I think so, stud." he said pinching my nipples slightly. "I think I can
handle it. How much do you want this dick?"

"So much." I said seductively. "I want you up my tight ass. I want you to
fuk me good, baby. I wanna ride that hot cock of yours." I moaned. "Come
on. Give it to me."

"Yeah. Yeah." he moaned as he gently entered me.

"Aaaw, Cole. You've got me hotter than hell." I moaned as he entered me
slowly. "God, this feels good."

"I don't wanna hurt you, Sam. You tell me when to stop." he said as he
leaned over me and entered my rectum slowly. "Okay?"

"Yeah. Dude, this feels weird." I said as I came down from my arousal. "How
the hell did I put you through this?" I asked almost laughing as he
penetrated me. "It kind of hurts a little."

"Push against me with your sphincter. On the count of three," he ordered
gently. "I push in, and you push out. Right?" he asked.

"Kay. Fine. Ready?" I asked as my body filled with a dull pain.

On three, we both grunted. I pushed out as hard as I could, and he pushed
in. I heard a slight pop, and the head of his cock was inside me. I saw the
surprise on his face.

"You okay, man?" he asked calmly.

"I feel strange. Like I'm holding a shit in." I said as I began to laugh.

"Wait for me to be all the way in." Cole ordered laughing with me. "It'll
feel much better. I told myself that, anyway. Feels really good when you're
actually all the way in. And moving." he explained. "You want me to go
slow, or just plunge?"

"Just plunge. I can handle it. After all, it's only six inches. Long, thin,
flexible, and mine." I said sticking my tongue out at him.

"You know in some cultures that means kiss me." he explained.

"And?" I asked laughing.

"No, Sam. It actually does. Not just a little one either. Tongue kiss me."
he said with emphasis on the whole sentence. "Like a total action tongue
fuck."

We were both quiet as he rocked gently back and forth. Without warning, he
slammed forward, and his cock sank all the way to the hilt into my ass. I
felt like he'd just sliced my ass in half! I almost cried out, but I
stopped myself as I adjusted to him. He seemed to know what was going on,
because he leaned down and gently kissed me.

"Tell me when you're ready for me to start." he said softly.

"Thanks, Cole." I said as I closed my eyes.

I took in deep breaths as I waited for his long thin rod to adjust inside
me. He was good! Damn!

"You can start, Cole." I whispered softly. "You like?" I asked as I gently
rapped my legs around him and pulled him in deeper, just as he'd done to
me.

"Yea." he moaned passionately. "This is a hot tight ass." he moaned as he
began to rock in and out. "God, Sam. We should've done this so much
sooner." he groaned. "Maybe mom would've flipped, huh?" he added as we lay
there.

"I think mom knew a long time ago that this was gonna happen." I said with
a smile. "No offense, dude, but we were practically inseparable. We've been
lover's since the womb." I said smiling. "I think that's why mom asked for
that statue over her grave. You did see it?" I asked softly.

"Fuck, yeah. I wonder who the hot dude is that's holding me." he
questioned.

"I wonder who the hot prince is that I'm holding in that statue. Did you
notice where your head is?" I asked laughing.

"I think it's cute." he said smiling back. "Us holding each other, with my
head on your shoulder. I really think it's perfect."

I felt Cole grow harder and bigger inside me. His dick seemed to be
tripling in size. I looked down and saw my own hard pole had grown again as
well. The head of my cock was dark red, almost purple, and swollen. It
looked so delicious. Once again, a rhythm started up. The noises all
started up again in sync with each other. The erotic slap as Cole's balls
slapped against my ass, and the swish of his cock thrusting in and out of
me. The sounds of our grunts with each thrust, and the oh so erotic squeak
of the beds that held our coupling. The feelings intensified as Cole
reached between us and began to jack my hard prick. I couldn't hold it any
more. I became frenzied, and moaned loudly as he stroked me with the rhythm
of our fuck.

"Oh, God, Cole!" I moaned as my pleasure extended throughout my whole
body. "Kiss me!" I moaned. "Please, Cole!" I shouted. "Kiss me! Kiss me!" I
screamed.

The fuck got faster, and he began to kiss me. The kiss was rough, and
passionate, sweet, and bitter, gentle and hard, and it was deep. Both of us
were breathing fast through our noses as we kissed and lay in the ecstasy
of our coupling. Our teeth clicked clumsily with the kiss as we kept on
going. Cole let go of my dripping cock and wrapped his arms around my
shoulders. He lay directly on top of me now, his hard hot pole still deep
in me. I wrapped my legs around his tight ass, and pulled him in as deep as
I could. He and I kissed for a long, long time. We became lost in this hot
fuck. We were stationary now, and the only thing going on was Cole and I
kissing. Nothing matter to me anymore. I didn't care about anything else
besides the hot beauty lying on me, and his love. I didn't care about
anything besides the pair of lips that were glued to mine, and the hot
tongue in my mouth. I only cared about the hot cock deep in my ass, and the
pleasure that I gave him, and he gave me. This was my universe. Nothing
else matter but these feelings, this time, this moment. I don't know how
long we just lay there, kissing and hugging. Cole's hot throbbing cock
still in me.

"I love you, Sam." he moaned between kisses. "I love you. I love you so
much."

"Cole! You make me feel so good." I moaned. "I'm so glad you're with me. I
love you too. Cole. Oh, Cole. Cole." I moaned. "You're so beautiful."

"Oh, Sammy. Sammy. You look so good to me. Oh, Sammy. Damn."

Once more, he dove down on me, and we began to kiss again. The kiss was
amazing, and unlike anything I've ever felt before. He was gorgeous, sexy,
hot, and everything else.

"Fuck me." I moaned. "Fill me with your seed, baby." I ordered gasping for
breath. "Fuck me, Cole. God, give it to me, Cole!" I moaned.

He fucked me with deep strokes. He was deep, but he was also going fast. He
felt so good, and I knew I would cum soon. I was quite right. He reached
between us, and gripped my now dripping cock. Just as he began to jack me
off, he started kissing me. I couldn't hold it in! With a cock up my ass
hitting my prostate, and a wet juicy tongue in my mouth, plus his hot hand
wrapped around my throbbing cock, I was as good as dead. I began to
explode. I moaned loudly as he tongue fucked my mouth, and jacked my
squirting dick. As I climaxed, my ass squeezed down around his dick, and I
felt a warmth spread through me. We were both grunting and moaning as the
sounds of our kissing and fucking grow faster and louder. The orgasm seemed
to go on forever. As far as I cared, it could. It seemed only too soon that
we both came down from it. Both of us just lay there, exhausted. He gently
pulled his cock out of me, and rolled on to his side of the bed. I looked
at the bedside clock, and saw it was four in the morning.

"You all right, Sammy?" he whispered.

"I don't know." I said as I stared off into space. "That felt so..."

It had been wonderful. Now, I felt empty, and worthless. I felt like his
cock had been a part of my body all along, and now I was empty. I wasn't
aware of ever beginning to cry. All I know is that my face was wet, and
tears were falling on to my pillow.

"Stay with me, Cole." I said softly through my tears. "Don't ever leave my
side."

"I wouldn't dare, hot shot." he said as he wrapped his arms around my
shoulders. He pulled a sheet over us, and threw a leg over me. I moved us
both and his legs were wrapped tightly around me again. Our cocks, though
soft, were pressed tightly together, and so were our empty balls.

"Love you." he said with a kiss. "So much."

"Me. Too." I said between kisses as well. "Good night, Cole. Hot dreams."

"Yeah." he said smiling. "Good night. Sexy dreams to you, too, babe."

The next morning, and for the rest of the weekend, Cole and I were
inseparable. We must've fucked and sucked each other on every surface of
the house. We were all over the kitchen floor, the dining room table, the
living room couches, the bathtub, the bathroom floor, I mean, we did it in
the hallway. Cole and I couldn't and wouldn't keep our hands off of each
other. It's been a whole year, and he's still my very best friend. I love
him with all my heart, and making love to him is like nothing I've ever
done before in my life. It amazes me that it gets better every single
time. Can't think of anyone else whose cock I'd love in my mouth, or my
ass.