Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2022 10:55:53 -0600
From: Oliver Day <oliver.day.149@gmail.com>
Subject: Now He's My Brother Chapter 2 - Party Time

Author's Note: This is a story about two best friends who become
brothers, but also learn that they have more feelings for each other.
Looking forward to hearing what everyone thinks
at oliver.day.149@gmail.com

Chapter 2 - Party Time

As much as I wanted to cuddle and kiss Gabe again, I knew it was better
for our relationship in the long run to avoid doing anything like that.
And things did improve after it happened. There was obviously a few weeks
of slight awkwardness, which we tried to not let our parents notice, but
after that, our brotherly relationship did get a lot better. I think our
conversations became a lot more honest and we got closer as a result.

The one part that did feel a bit awkward was our attempts to avoid the
incident happening again. The first, easy thing we did was avoid being
undressed around each other at all anymore. Like I mentioned before,
since we had both switched to wearing boxers, we had started to be
comfortable just wearing those around each other, and that was definitely
not happening anymore. We both stayed fully clothed at home and around
each other, and would no longer change in front of each other anymore.
This even extended to the locker room at school. We had previously chosen
lockers in the locker room right next to each other, but Gabe decided to
move his to the other side of the room where we couldn't see each other.
We also both became a bit more careful about laundry and no longer left
any laundry laying around, especially our underwear. I don't know if
seeing each other's underwear would have caused any issues, but we
wanted to be safe. I also noticed Gabe start to wear his pants a bit
higher around me to make sure his boxers didn't poke out at all, which I
felt might be a bit overkill, but understood his goal, so I did the same.

Honestly it was a bit weird, but after a year or so of doing that, it
just became routine and really didn't bother me anymore, and it was
subtle enough so that our parents or friends never noticed anything
weird. So this just became the new normal for us for quite a few years.

For the most part, it all went well, though there were a few times where
things got awkward or we had to handle an unexpected situation. One of
these was when we didn't have the option to change in different rooms,
like when going swimming or sharing a room on vacation, and in those
instances, we would always just face opposite ways and get changed. It
was tempting every time to turn around and take a peek, but I knew I
should avoid it.

During the rest of middle school, I started to develop my understanding
of my sexuality. I learned about jerking off during 7th grade, and it
quickly became a favorite hobby of mine, but along with that, I also had
to start processing who I was attracted to. On some level, I was aware
that I was not straight, but I didn't really know how to deal with that,
so every time I would think about it, I would force myself to think of
something else. Guys did end up being the subject of my jerk off
fantasies and my porn searches after I discovered that in 8th grade, but
I still wouldn't have used the word `gay' to describe myself. I
eventually came around to the idea as I got into high school, but it was
still a deep, dark, secret that nobody could know about.

The other thing was Gabe. In addition to recognizing my sexuality, I also
recognized that I was deeply attracted to him, more than any other boy at
school, but like my sexuality, I just decided not to let myself think
about it. I didn't let myself think of him anytime I jerked off, and at
least for the time, that was enough to keep me sane. At least there were
many other guys both in my mind and on the screen that I could use
instead. The bigger worry for me was actually `coming out' to Gabe. He
was the closest person I had, so if I did want to come out, I would want
to come out to him, but I worried that bringing up the subject could
bring us back to the incident, and even a few years later, I wasn't
ready to have that conversation with him. So I just kept going on with
life, but I knew in the back of my head that I would have to deal with
these things eventually.

That time came when we started 11th grade. A group of our friends decided
to throw a party to finish off summer while their parents were out of
town. For the majority of the party, we all had a great time. There was
food, we played games, listened to music, chatted, and it was great. But
as the party started to draw to a close, and people were a bit low on
energy, everyone ended up settling in the living room just chatting. One
of our friends, Issac, was getting bored and decided that we needed to
have one last event - strip poker.

I was mortified. Not only had I never participated in anything of the
sort, Gabe was right across from me, which was a problem, not to mention
that nobody here knew that I was gay. I looked over at Gabe, and he
seemed to have the same worry as me, but we knew it would be weird if one
or both of us said we didn't want to participate.

So we proceeded. We decided on rules, which were honestly not that bad,
but still not something any of our parents would approve of. We decided
that everyone had three `strikes' where you had to take off either your
shirt, pants, or socks, and if you lost them all you were in just your
underwear. The person who lost a point after that would just need to
flash everybody for a few seconds, and then the game was done.

We went a few rounds, and a few people lost their socks, including Gabe,
and then one of the guys had to lose his shirt too. The next round was
where we saw underwear for the first time, when one of the girls had to
lose her shirt and expose her bra. The guys seemed to enjoy it, but
unsurprisingly, it didn't affect me much. At this point, I was feeling
good since I hadn't lost a single round yet, but that cockiness bit me
in the ass when I lost the next two rounds and had to lose my socks and
shirt. Luckily things went my way the next few rounds, so another few
people lost clothes instead of me, but eventually my bad luck returned.

As I realized that I would probably lose this round, I started to panic a
bit. I realized that this would be the first time that Gabe would see my
new underwear. I had swapped my underwear again in 10th grade, after I
had watched a ton of gay porn and realized how much I enjoyed the
tighter, more revealing underwear, so I switched from boxers to trunks. I
think most of my other guy friends had seen me in them at some point, but
not Gabe.

As it turned out, I did lose, and had to be the first of the group to
lose all three of my strikes and have to be in just underwear. I did as I
was told and dropped my shorts. A few of the girls teased my very visible
bulge, but I just tried to ignore them. I looked over and saw that Gabe
was looking at me. I was surprised he wasn't averting his eyes or
anything, and I spent the rest of the game desperately trying not to get
hard.

A couple more guys and one girl had to lose all their clothes, and then
it was Gabe's turn. I saw the look of disappointment on his face. But he
took it in stride, and pulled his pants off too. I was shocked to see him
not in boxers like I expected, and not even trunks like I wore. Gabe was
wearing a very tight pair of black briefs, and against my wishes, it
caused my dick to harden significantly. Gabe didn't make eye contact
with me for the rest of the game, which I was slightly happy about so he
wouldn't see the boner I was trying desperately to hide.

Luckily, neither of us had to flash everyone, one of the girls lost and
so she flashed her boobs to everyone for a minute. The other guys seemed
impressed, but I still didn't get it. Once we had finished, we all
decided to get dressed and go home. Gabe and I both got dressed quickly
and headed for home.

We were silent for most of the walk home. I wouldn't have known what to
say even if I wanted to say something. I was looking forward to getting
home so I could be alone and deal with this boner I had, but those plans
were stopped when we approached the house.

///"Um... can you come to my room and we can talk?" Gabe asked.

"Oh sure... of course..." I said.

He nodded and headed up to his room once we got inside, and I followed
him. He sat on his bed, and I sat next to him, and again we were in
silence for a bit. As we sat there, tears started to well up in my eyes,
I hoped that what had happened hadn't ruined all of our hard work. I
felt Gabe's hand move over and grab my own, and when I looked up and he
saw the tears in my eyes, I saw the same tears start to enter his eyes.

I knew I needed to say something. Should I just come out to him so that
all the secrets are just out? I wasn't sure, and before I could finish
figuring out what to say, Gabe was moving in and placing his lips on
mine. It was the same feeling when we had done the same thing years
before. I hadn't kissed anyone since, and it felt amazing, but I knew we
couldn't continue or we would regret it even more, so after a few
seconds, I pulled back. I saw the panic start to fill his eyes when he
realized what he had just done, and I quickly tried to calm him down.

"Gabe... please don't freak out... it's okay..." I said.

///"No it's not! I just did that, after we both tried to avoid it for
so many years! Fuck!" he said as more tears started to fall.

"No, no Gabe, it's not your fault, I did it too, so don't blame
yourself for this. I think we both saw things tonight that we weren't
expecting... once we started playing that game I knew that it was going to
be difficult..."

///"I know... I just... even now I still want to... you know... again..." he
said.

"Me too... Here, how about this... One quick small one and then we leave
each other alone so we can... uh... fix some situations... then we can just
go back to our normal routines... they were working, right?"

///"Yeah... I think they were... that sounds good..."

I smiled and pulled him into a close hug, being careful not to press my
boner into him. We hugged a lot, but usually they were pretty short, but
I made an exception this time and we held it for a long time in silence.
I know each of us had things to say, but they needed to remain unsaid or
it might just make things worse.

"I love you so much Gabe..." I said into the hug. "I don't want to
lose you as a brother or friend, so I'm willing to do anything to keep
us how we are..."

///"I'm so glad to hear that... I am too... I love you too Evan."

We finally broke the hug, and I leaned in to peck him one last time on
the lips. It was fast, but I think both of us felt better after accepting
that it would be the last one. I got up and went back to my room, closing
Gabe's door behind me. It's a good thing our parents were asleep,
because my shorts were obviously tented as I walked to my room, and once
I got there, I stripped naked, opened the secret folder on my phone to
find my saved gay porn, and I was cumming all over myself within minutes.
I did stick to my word and did not let the thought of Gabe enter my mind
while I jerked.