Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 04:21:15 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chatper 12 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Alex Gets Educated Chapter 12 - Reunion, Revelation & Resolution - Part I ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alex' Story All too soon, Thanksgiving was upon us. Normally I'd have looked forward to the extra-long weekend holiday with great alacrity, because it meant I'd get to see Jon and spend some time with him again. Now that I'd discovered that I was in love with Vincent though, I was dreading my reunion with Jon. Until I'd truly fallen in love with Vincent, I'd always believed I was in love with Jon. I still did love Jon, but ... not like I loved Vincent. How could I love two guys at once? Something else was troubling me too - if I hadn't truly been in love with Jon, and found out when Vincent came into my life - would there come a time that another guy would come along who I loved more than Vincent? Did I truly love Vincent? I thought I did, but - did I really? Since I never knew what true love felt like until I met Vincent - what if what I felt for him wasn't true love either? I was so confused, and really needed someone to talk to about everything. The only person I knew who I could talk to about it though, was Jon. And I knew he loved me - so I couldn't talk to him about it! There was no way I could hurt him so awfully. But - I was with Vincent, and I knew I had to tell Jon. How was I going to tell him all this? Especially since I was so fucking confused myself! When Wednesday afternoon, the day before Thanksgiving rolled around, I was on pins and needles all afternoon, dreading that at any minute I'd hear Jon's car pull into his driveway, and that he'd appear at our door. I was surprised, and greatly relieved though, when he never came home until late at night. It was almost 11PM when I heard his car finally pull into his driveway. As relieved as I was that I wouldn't have to face him until the next day when we got together for Thanksgiving dinner, I hoped he was alright. It wasn't like him to take so long to get home from school, and I'd begun worrying about him. After I was sure he'd gone into his house, I surreptitiously peered through the curtains, out at his car. It looked OK - so he hadn't had an accident or anything. I felt relieved about that. I was surprised to feel my balls suddenly tingle a little at the sight of Jon's car. Before I knew it, I had a semi, as images of Jon, naked in bed with me flashed through my mind. "It's too late to see Jon now Honey," my mother said. "I know Mom. I think I'll go to bed now," I said, and I headed for the stairs. "OK, G'night and sleep tight!" Mom said. "I will. G'night Mom," I said. I headed upstairs then. * * * When I got upstairs, I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. It was a little difficult to pee, because I was sporting a full-fledged boner by then, as thoughts of having sex with Jon continued running through my mind. I had to bend forward, and hold my dick down, so it aimed at the toilet bowl, then I had to push to force my pee out. When I was finished, I quickly brushed my teeth, then, dashed out into the hallway, and into my room, quickly shutting the door. Before I turned the light on in my room, I stepped over to the window and peered out at Jon's house. His bedroom window was almost across from mine. His light was on, but his curtains were closed. I jumped back when I saw his shadow cross them. My dick was throbbing by then. Abandoning the window, I went to the night stand next to my bed and turned on the lamp. Quickly I stripped, then crawled onto my bed, on top of the covers, and reached into the drawer of the night stand for my bottle of lotion. Smiling, I squirted some lotion into my hand, and mushed it around in my hand to spread the lotion out evenly, and warm it up a bit too. A moment later, I reached for my penis and wrapped my hand around it, and began sliding my fist up and down its length. Relief! As my left hand reached down and cupped my scrotum, I closed my eyes and smiled to myself, and began kneading my testicles. As I fell into my usual masturbatory rythym, and the feeling of pleasure spread through my body, images of Jon sucking and fondling me flashed through my mind. As I imagined he and I lying on my bed next to me - the two of us in a '69', sucking on each other, the pleasureful feelings I was having intensified. Suddenly, in my mind, I felt someone behind me. It was Vincent. I could feel his strong hands parting my ass cheeks. As I imagined this, I pulled my legs up and scooped a little bit of lotion from a glob of it that was resting at the base of my dick, where it connected to my scrotum. In my imagination, Vincent reached for my asshole and began lubricating it, as in our '69' Jon continued sucking me off, and I him. As I imagined Vincent's finger rubbing my asshole, I began spreading the lotion from my finger on it, and rubbing it for real. Then, as in my mind, I felt Vincent pressing his dick against me, I pressed down on my pucker. "Mmmmmmm" I moaned audibly, as my finger slid through my sphincter, and up into my rectum, while in my mind, it was Vincent's penis pressing into me. I reached up inside myself, as far as I could, hooking my finger slightly, so I was reaching for the front half of my rectum, behind which I knew I'd find the source of much of my greatest sexual pleasure - my prostate. "Ummhh!" I gasped a moment later, as the tip of my finger located and pressed gently against my walnut-sized lump. I quickly began massaging my gland, as I imagined Vincent beginning to fuck me, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth over it, causing me still greater pleasure than I'd been feeling a moment earlier. A moment later, I heard Vincent let out a slight gasp, which was soon followed by a low pleasureful moan. Then, his hand reached past my head and I saw him spreading Jon's ass cheeks. I was shocked when he slid his finger through Jon's sphincter, and dug deep inside his rectum. As he began sliding his finger in and out of Jon's asshole, while he continued fucking me, I heard Jon moan with pleasure too. For the next couple minutes, as I masturbated and finger-fucked myself, I fantasized that Jon and I were sucking each other off in a most sensual way, and that Vincent was gently fucking me from behind, while he and Jon fingered each other's holes, rubbing each other's prostate glands. As in my fantasy, all three of us were moaning intermittently with pleasure, I was moaning intermittently for real, as my level of pleasureful pressure gradually, but steadily increased. All too soon, I felt my orgasm beginning to build. In my fantasy, all three of us were becoming more frenzied as our orgasms had begun to build up. Vincent was thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking me harder and faster than before, while in real life, I'd begun jamming my finger in and out of my hole more roughly as well. In my mind, Jon and I were sucking each other more intensely, I'd also sped up my stroke, so that my hand was flying up and down my lotion-slick cock. Barely ten seconds later, my climax suddenly began building much more rapidly, then... as I fought to hold it back, but continued wildly jacking off and finger-fucking myself, I suddenly exploded. In my fantasy, I pumped a huge load of jism into Jon's mouth. At the same time, I felt Vincent stiffen up for a moment, before he gasped and flooded my rectum with semen. Jon stiffened up then too, and groaned as he flooded my mouth with his love juice. As a feeling of joyous relief washed through me, a rope of cum surged through my cock, rocketing out the end of it, and flew through the air, landing heavily in a streak on my chest. While in real life, I spasmed every couple of seconds, spewing more and more semen all over my torso, in my fantasy, I kept filling Jon's mouth, as he filled mine, and Vincent filled my bowels. Several seconds later, as my orgasm ended, all of our orgasms ended in my fantasy as well. As I opened my eyes, and slowed my hand down, I slid my middle finger of my other hand from my asshole, and lowered my legs. "Damn!" I thought, as I massaged my dick slowly yet, to make sure all the cum had been expelled. I so wished that my fantasy about making love with both Vincent and Jon had been true. "Mmmm..." I moaned, smiling slightly, as I coaxed a final bit of semen from my urethra. It slid down my cock and over my slippery thumb. I reached for some tissues then, and spent a minute cleaning myself up. When I was finished, I got up and peered out the crack in the curtain at Jon's house. His room was dark. Feeling heavy-hearted again, as reality once again set in, I padded back to my bed, crawled into it, and pulled the covers up over me. My worries over what I was going to tell Jon began anew then, and I lay there miserably, wondering how I was ever going to break the news to Jon that I was in love with Vincent. Eventually, I must've fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I was waking up to my mother's knocking on my door, telling me to hurry up and shower... that our guests would be arriving shortly... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------- Jon's Story I was having all the same kinds of feelings Alex was having. I couldn't believe how fast time flew after I moved in with Ryan, and the two of us realized we were in love with one another. The days were a complete blur, and in no time at all, it was time to go home for Thanksgiving. When the school year first started, I had anxiously marked my calendar and counted the days until I'd be able to go home again. Now... I found myself dreading the thought altogether. First and foremost, going home meant I'd be away from Ryan for five days! I wasn't sure I'd be able to stand not being with him for that long. Secondly, going home also meant that I would have to tell Alex about Ryan, and our feelings for each other too. I suppose in reality I dreaded that most - because I knew I'd be hurting Alex's feelings - crushing them in fact! If I sat and thought about it too long and in depth, I found myself with tears in my eyes at the thought of the pain I was going to inflict on Alex. It wasn't that I didn't love him yet, obviously I did, and very much, or I wouldn't be worrying about hurting him, but I'd realized that my love for him was more brotherly than anything else, and I was afraid that his love for me was more romantic than brotherly. Because of my feelings about going home, I dallied about at school after last class and in fact even went out with a few of the local kids for a while, trying to delay the inevitable. I was actually successful at pushing it off for a day, because by the time I finally did arrive at home, it was going on 11:00, which meant it was too late to be going to see Alex. I'd be able to put it off for another day. It really didn't matter. In the end, I was going to ruin the boy's Thanksgiving, and in fact cause him to hurt for some time, and I felt like a piece of shit for it. On top of that, my mother was upset that I got home so late, and hadn't called to let her know I'd be late. So, I felt bad for that too. "I'm sorry Mom! Traffic was awful!" I lied. Then, to avoid any further discussion about why I was five hours late, I added, "I'm tired. I'm going up to bed." "Oh!" she said, suddenly sounding concerned. "Are you OK?" "Yeah, I'm fine Mom. Just tired. It was a long drive. I'll see you in the morning," I said. "Wait!" she said. "Are you hungry? I could make you something." "No thanks. I'm just tired. G'night," I said. "OK," she said, sounding disappointed. "Good night." "Night," I replied, and went quickly up the stairs to avoid any further questions. * * * I dumped my stuff in my room, then glanced out the window at Alex's house. The window of his room was dark. Quickly, in case he suddenly looked out, I drew the curtains shut. I went and used the bathroom, then went back to my room, and flopped down on my bed, and stared miserably up at the ceiling. As I lay there, I glanced around my room. It was still the same as it always was. Looking around brought back a lot of memories. Happy ones of times I spent there with Alex. In my mind's eye, I could see Alex's smiling face before my own. As I imagined him, his expression gradually changed to one of sexual arousal. Suddenly, in my mind I was seeing Alex lying on the bed next to me - naked - with a hardon. I felt my dick beginning to stiffen as I watched him in my mind. Suddenly, I wished he was lying naked next to me then. I just wanted to reach for him and start pleasuring him. "Fuck me Jon! Please!" I could hear him saying, and in my mind, I saw him turning onto his stomach, spreading his legs, and pushing his ass invitingly up into the air for me, like he'd done so often in the past. By then, my dick was throbbing! Quickly I got up, ripped off all my clothes, and laid back down on the bed. I reached over to the night stand and opened the drawer. My bottle of lotion was still in it. I took it out and squirted some into my hand. A moment later, with images of Alex laying next to me waiting to be fucked flashing through my mind, I began masturbating. As I started pumping my cock, I imagined I'd rolled over and gotten onto my hands and knees between Alex's legs. Gently, I slid my lubed dick up inside him, as he moaned with pleasure. Now, as I stroked up and down my shaft, I closed my eyes and imagined I was fucking the boy. As I continued jacking off, imagining Alex, images of Ryan began flashing into my mind. Suddenly, I felt like I was fucking Alex some of the time, and other times, it was Ryan I was making love to, just like we had earlier that morning, before we showered together. Even though my fantasy had become confused, I continued jerking off, and I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. As the pressure built within me, images of both Alex and Ryan, each in states of heightened arousal, flashed through my brain. Then, I suddenly caught a whiff of Alex from my pillows, or I imagined that I did, because I knew my mother must've washed the bedding, so how could I smell Alex? As I puzzled over this, the smell changed, and suddenly, it was the scent of Ryan's hair and neck that filled my nostrils. A few seconds later, I was ready to explode. I tried as hard as I could, not to cum right away, but as hard as I tried not to, the more insistent my body became. Suddenly, with a half gasp/half grunt, I ejaculated a huge glob of cum, that flew through the air and landed on the pillow next to my head. "Mmmmmm..." I moaned as quietly as I could, since Mom was home, as I blew another string of jism all over my chest. "awwwwww..." I exclaimed, shooting more semen onto my belly. It pooled in my navel. I continued sliding my hand up and down my rod, until I'd oozed a couple more loads, which dribbled down my dick, over my fingers and thumb, and puddled in my pubic hair, and a crease in my scrotal sack. Then, with my orgasm over, I reached for the Kleenex box, and used a few wads of tissue to clean up my mess. As I got settled back in bed after cleaning up, and turned off the lamp, I felt a little better - physically. Emotionally, I was still in a turmoil over how to tell Alex about my new life with Ryan. I was so exhausted from school, going out afterward, the drive home, and all my thinking about how to tell Alex what I had to tell him, that I quickly fell to sleep. It was a troubled sleep though, with images of Alex - upset, and sometimes crying - passing constantly through my brain. The next thing I knew, my eyes opened, and it was morning. "Great!" I muttered, sleepily to myself as I realized where I was, and that my day of reckoning had finally arrived. * * * I laid in bed a few minutes, trying to think of when and how I should break the news about Ryan to Alex, until my mother pounded on the door and told me to hurry up, or we'd be late for dinner, which we were having over at Alex's house with him and his mother. "Why don't you go on over," I called to her. "I have to shower yet." "OK, but hurry up!" she said. I heard her walk away, and head downstairs then. A couple minutes later I heard the door close. Dismally, I got up. I peered out a crack in the curtain and looked down the driveway. Mom was walking over to Alex's back door carrying an open box of dishes full of food for our dinner. Alex's mother opened the door and greeted Mom. I heard her ask where I was. "He still has to shower. I don't what his problem is - but something's not right with him," I heard her saying as she walked in the door. "Great!" I thought to myself, as I turned and headed to the bathroom. "It's obvious too everyone that something's wrong!" * * * I quickly brushed my teeth and shaved, while I waited for my morning hardon to go down enough so I could sit down on the toilet and take a dump. It went down while my mind was occupied with shaving, so I quickly sat on the toilet, took a healthy crap, then wiped myself, before it had time to stiffen up again. I had to wait a minute to turn on the water in the shower, as I'd flushed the toilet, and I didn't want to suddenly be taking a cold shower when the toilet tank stopped filling. As I stood in the shower waiting, my hand moved automatically to my dick, and I stood absentmindedly fondling myself. By the time the toilet stopped running, I was nearly hard. I quickly turned on the water, waited for it to warm up, then jumped under the spray. Once I was wet, I backed up from under the water and shampooed my hair, and washed the upper half of my body, then rinsed off. Then, as I lathered up my cock and balls, and ran a soapy hand between my ass cheeks, pausing to massage my anus for a moment, my dick stiffened up again, almost instantly. "Great!" I thought, grasping it with a soapy hand and half-heartedly stroking up and down it a couple of times. The couple strokes I gave myself were enough to change my attitude, and I quickly began sliding my slippery hand up and down my rod with a little more alacrity, as wave of pleasure spread through my body. As I jacked off, I reached between my legs and slid a soapy finger between my ass cheeks again, pressing inward until I encountered my pucker, which I again began fingering, giving myself still more pleasure. As I continued masturbating and fingering my hole for a couple minutes, I felt the pleasure building within me, and another minute later, I was on the brink of cumming. I sped up a little then. "Awwwww!!!" I gasped a moment later, as my sphincter tightened under my fingertip, and I blew a wad of jism all over the shower curtain. I continued stroking myself. "Ohhhhh..." I groaned a second later, as more semen joined my initial load on the shower curtain, and like the first glob, immediately began sliding downward toward the tub. "Mmmmmmm" I moaned, as a third glob oozed from my piss slit, and dripped directly down into the tub. I spasmed a couple more times, adding more cum to the water on the tub floor, before my orgasm ended. When it did, I pulled my hand from my ass, and shook the last bit of jism from the tip of my cock. Then I grabbed the showerhead and pointed it at the shower curtain and watched as my seed was washed down into the tub, and flowed to the drain, where it swirled around for a moment, before disappearing down the tube. Feeling a little better physically, I quickly finished washing, then rinsed and turned off the water. I dried, then walked back to my room and got dressed to go over to Alex's. * * * I really didn't want to face Alex yet, so I procrastinated, and hung out in the kitchen, having a cup of cold coffee that was left in the coffee maker. It was disgusting. Finally, at quarter of twelve, I couldn't think of anything else to do to avoid the inevitable - my mother calling to bitch at me for not hurrying up - so I pulled my jacket on and trudged next door. "It's about time!" Mom hissed at me as I walked in the kitchen door. "Oh leave him be," Alex's mother said. Then she smiled and said, "How are you Jon?" "Fine thanks!" I said. "Happy Turkey Day. Smells good!" "Well thanks, and happy Turkey Day to you too!" she replied, still smiling. "Alex is up in his room." "Thanks..." I said, trying to figure a way to avoid having to go see him. "Do you guys need any help first though?" "Actually, yes!" my mother said. "Cool!" I said, smiling. Both women paused and looked at me. "Are you alright?" Mom asked. "I'm fine!" I snapped. "I was just being thoughtful I thought!" "Fine," My mother said testily. "Take these dishes and go put them on the table. And don't bother going upstairs to see Alex. Just holler for him to come down - it'll be time to eat in a minute!" "OK," I said, and I picked up a casserole dish she'd indicated, and headed into the dining room. "See what I mean?" I heard her mumble to Alex's mom. I made three more trips between the kitchen and the dining room, with the women both watching me. Then, Alex's mother asked me to get Alex. Taking my mother's earlier suggestion, I just walked over to the stairs. "HEY ALEX! TIME TO EAT!" I called. "COMING!" He called. I was surprised that he didn't barrel down the stairs the moment he heard me. Apparently our mothers were too, as they exchanged puzzled looks. A minute later, Alex walked into the dining room. I was kind of surprised that he wasn't smiling, and actually looked a little nervous. "Hi," he said shyly. I had been expecting him to launch himself at me and throw his arms around me in a hug. "Hey!" I replied quietly, following his lead and wondering if he could tell by looking at me that I had a boyfriend or something, and was upset about it already. "How's it going?" "Fine. You?" he asked, still uncharacteristically quietly. "I'm good!" I said, wondering if he really was alright or not. Out of the corner of my eye I could see both our mothers looking at each other with confused and concerned looks on their faces. "Are you two OK?" Alex's mother asked, unable to contain herself. "Yeah" Alex replied. "Sure" I said, not certain why Alex seemed so depressed, but happy some of the attention was taken off my shoulders. "Well, we kind of expected you two to be happier to see each other," my mother said. "We are!" I said, forcing a smile. "Yeah," Alex said, also forcing a smile. "Is dinner ready?" "Yes," his mom said, obviously not buying our fake smiles. Resignedly she added, "Why don't we sit down." I looked over at Alex. He was looking at me. As our eyes met, Alex suddenly averted his, in a guilty way. What the hell was up with him, I wondered. It was almost as if he knew what I had to tell him and was already upset with me. As I thought about it a moment I realized though that that wasn't it either. Instead, he almost seemed to be nervous and guilty about something himself - and he was acting just like I was. To say Thanksgiving dinner, which should have been, and usually was for us, a joyous occasion, was quiet and strained would have been an understatement. Neither Alex nor I were in the mood for conversation, and both our mothers became more and more concerned as dinner progressed. Mom asked Alex about school, and his mother asked me some questions about my school. We both dutifully answered their queries, but not in great detail. I was horrified when my mother suddenly said, "Why don't you tell us about your new roommate Jon?" I noticed Alex look curiously at me. Since I'd moved in with Ryan, I hadn't spoken with Alex, so of course I hadn't told him about it. My brain was swirling, but I realized it was a normal enough question, so I just told them that I'd moved in with a different guy because my original roommate and my new roommate's original roommate only wanted to party all the time, and the two of us wanted to study more. My mother lowered her head and looked over the top edge of her glasses at me with raised eyebrows. "Excuse me... did you just say you gave up a roommate who wanted to party all the time, so you could study more?" she asked, looking slightly incredulously at me. "Yes Mom! I want to do good at school!" I said, smiling slightly. "Well I'll be! You really are growing up!" she said, with a faint smile. "I think that's wonderful! I'd really like to meet this new roommate of your's if he's had that kind of effect on you!" As I felt my stress level increase, she and Alex's mother exchanged smiles. We ate quietly then for a couple more minutes. Our moms finished their food first, and sat quietly watching as Alex and I continued plowing through our second helpings of turkey, stuffing and potatoes. We both finished about the same time. "How about we have our pie in a little while?" Alex's mother suggested. "That'll give us time to digest, and while we clean up in the kitchen, you two can go catch up with one another!" I felt a stab of fear shoot through me, as I realized this was it. I'd have to tell Alex about Ryan finally. Alex and I looked at each other and I could see he looked nervous too, which surprised me. I was the one who was supposed to be feeling nervous, which I did. We looked at one another for a couple of seconds. As we did, I noticed that Alex, began looking more and more worried. I also realized our mothers were staring at us. Something had to give. I had to tell Alex and get it over with. "Good idea," I said, looking at Alex, as my stomach twisted and I thought I was going to vomit. "We're gonna go over to our house for a while. I have something I want to show Alex. I decided I'd best get him out of his house when I told him, so we'd be alone, in case he got loud. As much as I needed to tell him about Ryan, both he and I had to hide our feelings about things from our mothers, so that they didn't find out about the true nature of our relationship. Alex's eyes got bigger, and he gulped visibly as he looked at me. "C'mon," I said, getting up and dropping my napkin on my chair. Looking more nervous than ever, Alex got up too, and followed me out to the kitchen, as both our mothers stared after us with confused expressions on their faces. * * * I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on. Alex took his off a hook by the door and put it on too. His eyes still looked large when he looked up at me. "C'mon," I said. I turned and opened the door then and walked outside. Alex trudged silently after me, and followed me into our house. Silently we both took off our jackets, then we stood staring silently at one another for a minute. Alex looked as upset as I felt myself. "Well, I know why I'm feeling the way I do, but I don't know why you seem to be feeling the same way. It's obvious something's bothering you. Why don't you just tell me what it is, and get it off your chest?" I said. Alex continued looking up at me with big eyes. As he looked at me, his face became more miserable looking and his eyes watered. Then, his lower jaw started to tremble. He was definitely on the verge of tears. "Hey," I said, feeling worse for him than I had been when I thought I was going to be the one to upset him. "Whatever it is, it's OK." "No it isn't!" he burst out and a tear overflowed from his right eye and trickled down his cheek, as his jaw started to tremble more markedly, and he sniffled. "I have something to tell you that I don't think you're going to like!" he whined. "Well, that makes two of us," I said, sourly. Alex was so distraught he didn't seem to notice though. "I'm so sorry Jon..." he said, as he started to sniffle even more. "I - I m-met a new boy at sch-school, and we became f-friends." He stopped then to rub his nose and wipe the tears from his cheeks. "And, that's making you miserable because???" I said, not understanding why he was upset yet. Alex hesitated then, and looked miserably at me. Suddenly he burst out "We became more than just friends! We're boyfriends! I'm so s-sorry Jon!" He buried his face in his hands then and began sobbing. I stared incredulously at Alex for a minute as he stood crying in front of me. Suddenly the irony of the situation hit me, and a smile spread across my face. Then, I started to chuckle. As my chuckle became a full blown laugh, poor Alex looked up at me through his tears, with a look of utter confusion on his face. "I'm sorry Alex," I said smiling at him and reaching for him. "I'm not laughing at you. And there's no reason for you to be upset!" The look of confusion on Alex's face became more intense, as I wrapped my arms around him in a hug and smiled down at him. "It's OK! Everything's going to be OK!" I said. "It's OK that you have a boyfriend!" "I-it is?" he asked, looking up at me incredulously. "Yeah!" I said, smiling down at him, and squeezing him a little. Even though he still looked confused, I could see the stress leaving his face, and a faint smile appearing. "I d-don't get it," he said. "I th-thought you and me..." He trailed off then and his face turned pink, and a mixture of looks crossed his countenance. "I know Alex," I said, reaching for a chair from the kitchen table. "C'mon... sit down, and let me tell you something..." Alex let me direct him into the chair I'd pulled out for him. I sat down in another one that I put right in front of his, so we were sitting right in front of each other, facing each other. Alex sniffled and wiped his eyes again, then looked dolefully at me. "I'm really sorry Jon," he said. "You have no reason to be sorry, or unhappy about having a boyfriend," I said, reaching up and rubbing his face. He looked at me confused yet. "You and I are a lot more alike than you think," I said, smiling a little ruefully. "See... I met a boy at school too - my new roommate Ryan, who I was telling about at dinner. Well... me and him - we're boyfriends now too!" Alex's expression suddenly changed. At first he looked confused for a moment yet. Then he looked shocked. He suddenly looked upset then for a moment - even a little mad. Then, he looked confused again. "You have a boyfriend?" he asked, still sounding surprised, and looking both confused, and I thought a little hurt. Before I could answer he looked guilty and said "I mean... I know I do too... but..." "It's OK Alex," I said. I took his hands in mine, and looked into his confused eyes. "I hadn't expected you to have found a boyfriend just now, at the same time I did, but that's great - really! I was really upset that I was going to have to tell you about Ryan, because I didn't want to hurt you - because I love you! And I know you love me too. When I realized I was in love with Ryan, I was upset at first - because I thought all along that you and I were kind of like boyfriends. I guess you did too. Anyway, I realized that as much as I love you, it's not in a romantic way. The fact that you have a boyfriend too, just proves my theory. See... the way I see it - we do both love each other - VERY much! But, we love each other like brothers - not like boyfriends! Now the great thing about that is - that our love for each other will never end! We'll always be bound together - as brothers! We'll always love one another, and be a part of each other's lives - no matter who we're in romantic relationships with! Do you get what I mean?" Alex had been listening intently to me. When I stopped speaking, he just continued looking a me for a minute, as he digested everything I'd just said. As he did, a smile began to appear on his face. "I think I do get it," he said. "I think maybe you're right, because, I do love you more than most anyone... but... I kind of love Vincent more I think - but... not in the same way. I mean... I don't think I could love anyone more than I love you - the way I love you... but I can love them more than I love you - in a different way! Does that make sense?" "Yeah," I said, smiling. "It's exactly the same way I feel about you, and about Ryan." Alex grinned then and leaned forward and hugged me. I hugged him back. "I love you so much Jon. I was was so worried you'd hate me for being with Vincent. I'm so glad you don't!" he said, squeezing me tightly. "I love you too Alex, and I was worried too about what you'd think about me and Ryan," I said. "He's very lucky to have you!" Alex said. "I can't wait to meet him someday!" "Vincent's lucky to have you too," I said. "And I can't wait to meet him too." Both of us were obviously greatly relieved, and as we both relaxed, we just sat hugging one another for a minute. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. "Uh.... so... you and Vincent have been 'doing it'?" I asked, pushing Alex back and looking at him. Alex's face turned red, and he smiled shyly and said, "um... yeah - haven't you and Ryan?" It was my turn to blush then and smile shyly as I admitted we had. We both sat grinning stupidly at each other for a moment. Then Alex said, "So... do you and I still get to have sex?" Although the same question had occurred to me over the past couple weeks, and just the mention of it by Alex caused me to get a semi, I still wasn't really sure what we should do about it. "I don't know," I said, thinking yet. "Quite honestly, I don't see as it would really matter too much, since we're NOT romantically involved afterall. But, I also don't think we really should - at least not unless we ask both Vincent and Ryan if it's OK first, and they agree. I wouldn't want either of them to be hurt! The thing is, I'm not even sure if just asking them might hurt them." "Oh," Alex said, sounding disappointed. I noticed the bulge that had begun to develop in his crotch, softened. "They could always join us!" he piped up, hopefully then, before I had a chance to say anything else. I hadn't anticipated that suggestion. "Uh... I don't know about that," I said. "I expect it would be fun, but... I'm not sure they'd understand. They might not even understand about how close you and I are, since we aren't really brothers!" "Oh," Alex said, looking and sounding disappointed again. I thought for a moment about Ryan. I figured he'd be OK with me having Alex as a "little brother" yet, but I wasn't sure he'd be happy or accepting of the idea of having sex with both me and Alex, or with the two of us and possibly Vincent too, or even of me having sex sometimes with just Alex yet either! "I think we both need to talk to our boyfriends if we want to continue having any kind sexual relationship yet," I said. "I don't what they're gonna think though." "I guess," Alex said. "But hey!" I said, smiling. "They can't say anything about us being like brothers with one another - so we're safe that way!" "Yeah!" Alex grinned. "C'mon... let's go see if the ladies have our pie ready yet!" I said, getting up. Alex grinned and got up too, and we put our chairs back. As I was turning to go get my jacket, Alex pulled my arm and spun me around. Spontaneously he threw his arms around me and hugged me. "I do love you Jon!" he said. Smiling, I hugged him back and told him I loved him too. We got our jackets and walked back to Alex's house then. * * * "Well!" Alex's mother said, breaking into a smile as we walked into the kitchen. "It looks like our boys are back!" My mother looked at us and smiled. "Glad you two are feeling better!" she said smiling. "What? We're fine!" I said. "Neither one of you was earlier!" Alex's mother said. "Care to let us in on what the problem was?" "There wasn't a problem!" Alex lied. He blushed as both women looked at him pointedly. "It was a guy thing!" I said, finally. "We had a 'brotherly issue' to settle. It's settled, and everything's fine!" The women smiled and my mother said, "We're very happy to hear that!" "You know, you could've come to us and talked to us!" Alex's mother said. "We needed to settle this on our own," I said. "And we did. And everything's fine! Our 'brotherly relationship' is stronger than ever, and nothing will ever get in the way again!" Both women grinned at us. "How about some pie then?" my mother asked, sensing that they weren't going to get anymore information out of either of us. "Sounds good!" I said, smiling. "It's about time!" Alex chimed in, grinning as well. "Pumpkin or apple?" Mom asked. "Both!" Alex and I both replied in unison. "You had to ask?" Alex's mother asked mine. "I know," Mom said. All four of us smiled, as she began dishing up the pie. * * * The rest of the day went happily, as it should've. Alex and I watched some football on TV, and we all had supper of turkey sandwiches together, then watched more TV. Eventually, Mom and I got ready to leave. Before we went out the door, Alex and I agreed to get together and do something the next day. "Good! Because we both have to work," His mother said. "Neither of you will be alone all day!" As my dick started to automatically stiffen up at the thought of being alone all day with Alex the next day, we all bid each other a good-night, and Mom and I left then. As we walked back to our house, my dick became fully hard, and I wondered how I was going to keep from having sex with Alex, because we still needed to talk to our boyfriends first. * * * That night, as I lay in bed, after having enjoyed a good jackoff, I thought back to Alex's suggestion of me and him and Vincent and Ryan possibly having sex together. As much as I loved Ryan, I had to admit, that I was still attracted to Alex, and it had been all I could do for a minute there earlier when we were talking in the kitchen, to keep my hands from ripping his pants down,throwing him over the kitchen table, and fucking him up the ass - which I knew he'd have loved! How would Ryan react if I asked him if it was OK for me to continue having sex with Alex? What would he think if I asked him to join us, or if Vincent could too? Did I even have the right to ask any of this of Ryan? The more I thought about it, the more confused I got... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------- Alex's Story - continued Looking back now, it's kind of funny realizing that Jon and I were having all the same thoughts, and how we both felt the same way about having to hurt one another. Like Jon, I too dreaded the thought of getting out of bed Thanksgiving morning. I thought that maybe if I just laid there, I'd fall asleep again, and everyone would let me sleep through Thanksgiving. Then, I wouldn't have to face Jon, when he and his mother came over for turkey dinner at noon. As I laid there dreading getting up, my hand slid automatically down under the covers, to my dick which was stiff, like it was most mornings when I woke up. It felt good as I started pulling on it. Within a couple minutes, I'd caused myself enough pleasure that I needed to begin properly jacking off, so I pushed the blankets and sheet off me, exposing my naked body to the cooler air in the room, which caused an involuntary shiver to ripple through me. Quickly, I grabbed my penis and began masturbating, hoping it would warm me up a little, as well as give me pleasure. It did both. I hadn't been jerking off long at all, and in fact hadn't even reached for my bottle of hand lotion yet, when I felt my orgasm already starting to build up. Not wanting to delay it, and possibly have to start over if I reached for the lotion, I just continued dry-handing myself. A few seconds later, I began pumping my cock faster, in response to an internal urge I felt. I knew it wouldn't be long and I'd be spraying myself with jism. "ALEX!" my mother's voice came sharply through my door bedroom door. "Ahhh!" I cried out, diving and ripping the blankets up, in case she opened the door. "Get a move on! Jon and his mother'll be here any minute!" Mom said in a perturbed tone. "Alright! I'm coming!" I said, hoping I didn't sound too urgent. "You still have to shower, so hurry up!" she replied. "I know!" I said. "Alright," she said. Then, I heard her footsteps receding down the hallway. "Shit!" I said, disgusted, when I pushed the bedclothes back off me and discovered my dick had wilted completely. I knew I had to hurry up, but I was so stressed by having to face Jon later, I figured maybe if I could just hurry up and get off, I'd feel a little better, so I grabbed my dick and started to play with it again. Within a minute, it was hard, and I was pounding away on it again, and my left hand was fondling my balls, gently rolling them around in my nut sack. It only took a minute or so to once again get back to the point I'd been at before my mother interupted me. As I continued pumping up and down my cock, I felt my orgasm beginning to build up again. As my body began to tense up slightly, I felt my nuts pulling up toward my body, and gave them a slight squeeze, which intensified my feeling of pleasure. As I kneaded them, I noticed my balls felt slightly larger too. A moment later, I could feel the cum beginning to move into my urethra. My body tensed up like a board, as I fought the urge to explode, while my hand started moving up and down my rod even faster. A few seconds later, just as I was about to blow, my mother hollered through the door again! "I said to hurry up Alex!" she cried. "I AM! I'M COMING!" I hollered, angrily, ripping the covers up over me yet again. Again, her footsteps receded. Again, my impending orgasm had waned. Again, I threw the covers off and started pounding my pud all over! I hadn't let so much time elapse during this latest interruption and resuming jacking off, so my dick wasn't all the way soft again yet. I just began stroking quickly up and down it again, and within a few seconds, my orgasm was once again building up. Desperately, I slammed my hand up and down my dick again, praying my mother wouldn't come back yet again. She didn't. This time, as my orgasm built up, and I tensed up and squeezed my balls, just as I was about to blow, there were no interuptions, and with a gasp, I blew a HUGE glob of semen all over my chest. "Awwww...." I gasped finally. I gasped again a second later, as more jism rocketed out of my cock. "Mmmmm...." I moaned, as I shot another load. My chest and belly were getting really coated with cum. I don't know. Maybe it was the interruptions, but for some reason, this orgasm seemed to be more intense than usual. I also seemed to shoot more cum than usual. The intensity of my spasms began to wane then, and I slowed my stroke down just a bit. I was swept with two or three more waves of pleasure before my orgasm finally ended, leaving my chest, belly, hand and pubic hair at the base of my dick an absolute mess of semen. "Damn!" I said, smiling slightly, as I reached for the Kleenex box. I quickly cleaned myself up, then got up and ran to the bathroom, where I showered and brushed my teeth. Afterward I ran back to my room, and got dressed. When I was finished, I sat on the edge of my bed, just waiting. I could hear voices downstairs, and assumed Jon and his mother had arrived. I thought it was strange though that Jon hadn't come upstairs to see me. As I thought about possible ways to break the news about Vincent to Jon, a shiver of both excitement and nervousness shot through me when I suddenly heard Jon's voice hollering up the stairs, calling me to come and eat. It was time to face the music! * * * As I came down the stairs, my mother and Jon's mother were both putting food on the table. Jon was standing nearby, looking across the room at me. I was surprised that he didn't seem happy. In fact, he looked upset. I wondered if he'd had a fight with his mother about something. Whatever it was, it only made me feel worse about having to tell him about Vincent. Then, to make matters worse, he didn't say anything. Finally I looked at him and said "Hi." "Hey, how's it going?" he asked. He didn't sound upset with me, but he didn't sound or seem right. "Fine. How're you?" I asked. "I'm good," he said. Clearly he wasn't though. And our mothers realized it too. "Are you two OK?" my mother asked then, looking back and forth between us. "Yeah," I said, hoping she'd drop it. I didn't want anymore attention called to me. I was nervous enough. "Sure," Jon agreed. I got the impression he felt the same way I did. "We expected you'd be happier to see each other!" Jon's mom said then. I knew why I wasn't happy about our reunion. But I hadn't expected Jon to seem unhappy too. Normally, he'd have been all smiles and probably even hugged me. I so wish he had. I was miserable enough for both of us as it was. "We are," Jon said, in an attempt to cover the problem up. "Yeah," I said, following Jon's lead. Then, trying to change the subject, I asked if dinner was ready. We were told it was, and to go sit down then. Dinner was quieter than any other meal we'd ever shared together before. Finally, trying to make conversation, Jon's mother started asking me about school. Then my mother started asking Jon questions about his college. We answered their questions, but the conversation still lagged. I was surprised when Jon's mother said, "So Jon, why don't you tell us about your new roommate!" I hadn't heard that Jon had a new roommate. I was more surprised though by his reaction to his mother's question. He seemed like he didn't want to talk about Ryan at all. It was funny though when he told us that he moved in with him because his first roommate only wanted to party and he couldn't get any studying done. Apparently the same had been true with Ryan and his roommate. Somehow I thought there was more to the story than Jon was telling us though. I wasn't to find out until later though, just what it was Jon had omitted. We all ate quietly for a while then, until we'd finished our meals. Then Mom suggested we wait and have our pie a little later. She said it would give us a chance to digest, and she and Jon's mom could pick up, while Jon and I spent some time together. "Great! That's just what we need!" I thought to myself. I was surprised then, and suddenly felt like vomiting when Jon said he thought that was a good idea, and that he and I were going over to his house because he had something to show me. I felt like I was walking to my doom as I followed Jon to his house. * * * Jon didn't say anything and neither did I when we got to his house. We just took our jackets off and stood looking at each other. It seemed like neither of us wanted to talk. Jon looked upset too - just like me. "Well, I know why I'm not happy, but I don't know why you aren't," He said. "Obviously something's bothering you. Why don't you tell me what it is!" I didn't know what to say. I knew I had to tell him about Vincent, but he already was in a bad mood, so I really didn't want to discuss it just then. He kept looking at me though, waiting. As he looked at me, I felt worse and worse. As he kept watching me, I felt like I was going to cry. I hated that I was getting so emotional in front of Jon like that, but the more I dwelled on it, the worse it got, til I was almost crying openly as he looked at me. He must've realized how upset I was because his face softened, and so did his tone when he said, "Hey, whatever it is, it'll be OK." "No it won't!" I said, and then a tear broke loose from my eye and ran down my face. I had to sniffle to keep snot from running out of my nose too. I was so miserable by then, I couldn't take it anymore and I gave up. I had to tell him. "I have something to tell you that you aren't going to like!" I said. Jon muttered something I think, but I don't know what he said. I wasn't paying close attention. "I'm so sorry Jon," I said, then I had to snuffle again. "I met a new boy at school, and we became friends." There. It was out there now. I'd almost begun fully crying though. I had to wipe my eyes and nose. "And, that's making you miserable???" Jon asked. Obviously, he didn't get what I meant. I was a wreck. I still had to tell him the hard part. "We became more than just friends!" I said finally. "We're boyfriends! I'm sorry!" I knew I'd hurt Jon really badly, and I couldn't face him. I felt so awful, I began crying for real, so I covered my face and let myself cry. Suddenly I heard Jon crying. I had to look up then. When I did though, he wasn't crying, he was laughing. I couldn't figure out why he would be laughing at what I just told him. "I'm sorry Alex," he said, smiling at me. He reached out and scooped his hand behind my arm then and pulled me toward him. "I'm not laughing at you. And there's no reason for you to be upset!" I didn't understand what was going on at all, but if felt nice when Jon wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. And he didn't seem upset. In fact, he was smiling. I was never so confused. "It's OK! Everything's OK!" he said. "It's OK for you to have a boyfriend!" "It is?" I asked, shocked. "Yeah!" He said, smiling at me. I felt him hug me tighter for a moment. I was still confused, but I didn't feel half as bad as I did before. I'd been so worried about hurting Jon, and obviously he wasn't upset. "I don't get it," I said. "I thought you and me were..." Suddenly, I felt extremely embarrassed, as well as very confused yet. I'd thought of us as boyfriends, but apparently he hadn't. I didn't know what to think then. I even felt a little hurt. "I know Alex," he said. He pulled a chair out from the table and told me to sit down, that he had something to tell me. Completely confused by then, I sat down. Jon pulled out another chair and sat facing me. "I'm really sorry Jon," I said, sniffling a little yet, and still certain I must've upset or hurt him somehow. "You don't have to be sorry, or sad that you have a boyfriend," Jon said. He reached out and touched me on the cheek then - the way an adult does to a child they care about. I wasn't sure I liked being treated like I was that little, and I was still confused. Jon told me we were more alike than I thought. Then he smiled and said, "I met a boy at school too - Ryan - my new roommate - who I told you about at dinner. Well... me and him are boyfriends now too!" I was stunned. Then, after a minute, I was hurt and angry at Jon for betraying me. Then I remembered I'd done the same thing to him. I was completely confused again then about our relationship. "You have a boyfriend?" I asked, finally confused and a little hurt yet. I had to keep reminding myself that I had Vincent too. When I remembered, I quickly added, "I mean I know I do too, but..." "It's OK Alex," he said. He took my hands in his then and looked right into my eyes and said, "I didn't expect you to find a boyfriend so quickly, and just at the same time I did, but that's great! I was upset because I knew I was going to have to tell you about Ryan, and I didn't want to hurt you - because I love you! I know you love me too. When I realized I was in love with Ryan, I was upset at first - because I thought all along that you and I were boyfriends. I realized though that even though I love you, it's not romantic love between us. Since you have a boyfriend too, that proves my theory. The way I see it - we do both love each other - VERY much! But, we love each other like brothers - not like boyfriends! The great thing about that is - that our love for each other will never end! We'll always be brothers! We'll always love one another, and be a part of each other's lives - no matter who we're in romantic relationships with! Do you understand that?" When Jon stopped talking, I didn't say anything right away. I was busy thinking about all he'd just said. As I thought about it, I began to understand his point. "I think I get it," I said. "I think you're right, because, I love you more than almost anyone... but... I think I love Vincent more - but... not the same way. I mean... I don't think I could love anyone more than I love you in the way I love you... but I can love someone more than I love you - but in a different way! Does that make sense?" "Yeah," Jon said, and he was smiling. "It's exactly the same way I feel about you." I was so relieved, and so happy suddenly. Jon seemed to be too. We both grinned and hugged each other. "I love you so much Jon. I was was so worried you'd hate me for getting with Vincent. I'm so glad you don't!" I said, as I continued hugging Jon. "I love you too Alex, and I was worried about what you'd think about me and Ryan too," he said. "He's lucky to have you!" I said. "I can't wait to meet him!" "Vincent's lucky to have you too," Jon said. "And I can't wait to meet him too." We just sat hugging one another for a minute. Suddenly John asked "Uh.... so... you and Vincent have been 'doing it'?" He pushed me away and looked at me. I felt my face heat up, as I smiled awkwardly and said "uh... yeah - haven't you and Ryan too?" Jon blushed then too and smiled shyly as he admitted they had. We both sat smiling at each other. Then a thought hit me, and I said, "So... do you and I still get to have sex?" Jon suddenly looked confused. "I don't know," he said, thoughtfully. "Honestly, I don't know if it would matter too much. But, I don't think we should, unless we ask Vincent and Ryan if it's OK first." "Oh," I said, suddenly feeling disappointed. I'd begun developing a boner, just thinking about being with Jon. Quickly it started to go back down. "Maybe they could join us!" I said, hopefully, before Jon said anything else. He looked surprised. "I don't know," he said after a minute. "It probably would be fun, but... I'm not sure they'd understand. They might not even understand about how close you and I are, since we aren't really brothers!" "Oh," I said, feeling disappointed again. I thought for a minute then about Vincent. I figured he'd be OK with me having Jon as a "big brother". In fact, he might like to be another "little brother" of Jon's. As I thought about it though, I wasn't sure he'd be happy about having sex with both me and Jon, or even Ryan too. And I wondered what he'd think of just me and Jon getting together sometimes too! Somehow I didn't think he'd like it really. "I think we need to talk to our boyfriends if we want to continue having any kind sexual relationship yet," Jon said. "I guess," I said. "They can't say anything about us being like brothers though!" he said, smiling. "Yeah!" I said, grinning. "C'mon... let's go see if the ladies have our pie ready yet!" he said then, getting up. I grinned and got up too, and we put our chairs back. As Jon went to get his coat, I grabbed him and hugged him. "I love you Jon!" I said. Smiling, he hugged me back and told me he loved me too. We got our jackets and walked back to my house then. * * * "Well!" Mom said, smiling as we walked into the kitchen. "It looks like our boys are back!" Jon's mom smiled too. "Glad to see you two are feeling better!" she said smiling. "We're fine!" Jon said. "Neither one of you was earlier!" Mom said. "Care to let us in on what the problem was?" "There wasn't a problem!" I said. I got embarrassed then when they realized I'd obviously just lied to them, and Mom glared at me disapprovingly. "It was a guy thing!" Jon said, hoping to save me. "We had a 'brotherly issue' to settle. Everything's fine now!" They smiled and Jon's Mom said, "We're very happy to hear that!" "You know, you could've come to us and talked to us!" Mom said. "We needed to settle this on our own," Jon said. "And we did. And everything's fine! Our 'brotherly relationship' is stronger than ever, and nothing will ever get in the way again!" Both our mothers smiled at us. "How about some pie then?" Jon's mother asked. "Sounds good!" Jon said. "It's about time!" I added, grinning. "Pumpkin or apple?" his Mom asked. "Both!" we both replied at the same time. "You had to ask?" my mother said, looking at Jon's mother. "I know," she said. All four of us smiled, as she began dishing up the pie. * * * The rest of the day was great! We watched football, and had turkey sandwiches and more pie. When it got later, Jon and his mom got ready to go. Before they did, Jon and I set it up to get together the next day. "Good! Because we both have to work," Mom said. "Neither of you will be alone all day!" As we all said good-night, and Jon and his Mom left, I felt my dick tingle with anticipation of the next day. I wondered if I'd be able to talk Jon into having sex, even if we hadn't talked to Vincent and Ryan about it yet. I wondered then what Vincent would think, if he found out though. And how would he feel if we asked him to join in? Would I ruin things for me and Vincent if I tried to continue having sex with Jon??? Suddenly I was confused again... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be published shortly...