Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2005 22:09:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Brothers, Friends, & Lovers - Chapter 24 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and 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! Brothers, Friends, & Lovers Chapter 24 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You want me to take you to Luke's grave?" Jason asked Brian apprehensively. Brian hesitated, looking at Jason. Then he said, "Yeah. Will you take me?" Jason thought a moment. "Why doesn't your mother want you to go?" he asked. "She's afraid it'll upset me too much," Brian said. "And you don't think it will?" Jason asked. Brian was quiet a minute, then with watery eyes, he said, "I know it'll upset me, but it's something I really need to do Jase! And- and I kinda don't know if I'll be able to do it unless maybe you come with me." Jason looked warily at Brian. "Please Jase? I need you to help me do this!" Brian whined. "And, I need the first time I go see him to be over with. Cause it's gonna be the hardest I think." Poor Brian looked miserable. It broke Jason's heart. Finally, he said, "Sure. I'll take you." "Thanks," Brian said, sounding relieved, yet nervous. "But... please don't tell my Mom." Against his better judgement, Jason nodded his assent. "Thanks," Brian said again. "When can we go?" "When do you want to go?" Jason asked. "How about right now?" Brian asked. "Might as well do it while I have the nerve!" "You can leave the house?" Jason asked, a little surprised. He'd hoped Brian wouldn't be able to go out yet, and that they could use that as an excuse to delay the trip to the cemetery. "Yeah, if I'm with someone, and they'll trust me to be with you," Brian said. "Oh...OK I guess," Jason said, feeling more apprehensive. Carefully, and wincing slightly from the pain in his ribs, Brian got up off the couch. "C'mon," he said, starting to walk, with a pronounced limp, toward the door into the main house. Nervously, Jason got up and followed him. * * * Even before Jason pulled off the edge of the roadway in the cemetery at the base of the hill where Luke was buried, he noticed out of his peripheral vision that Brian was trembling. After he parked, he looked directly at Brian and saw that he had tears welling in his eyes. He looked ready to burst out crying. "We really don't have to do this now if you'd rather wait til another day," Jason said, looking sadly at him, hoping that he'd agree. Jason didn't know how well he himself was going to be able to handle watching Brian grieve for Luke. Then, of course Jason was also very worried that this visit to Luke's grave might cause Brian to have a setback. With tears brimming in his eyes, Brian looked at Jason and said pitifully, "Please Jase! I really have to do this! I just don't know if I'm gonna be able to!" As Jason looked at him, he knew that what Brian had just said was really a plea for his help. He also realized that Brian was so distraught, that he really did need to get past this visit to Luke's grave. "It'll be fine," Jason said, finding a renewed sense of purpose within himself. "I'm right here with you!" "Thanks," Brian said, as a tear let loose from his right eye and rolled down his cheek. "C'mon then," Jason said, reaching over and wiping Brian's tear away with his thumb. Jason got out of the car then and walked around to Brian's side. "I'm right here," Jason said, trying to smile a little, as he helped Brian get up out of the bucket seat. "C'mon, he's up here. I expect he'd be glad you're coming to see him!" The two trudged up the hill then, Brian limping badly yet from the injury to his right ankle. Brian stopped, and his eyes widened when he got to the top of the hill and he saw Luke's headstone a few yards away. He started to tremble again. Jason wrapped his arm around him and hugged him. "C'mon. You'll feel much better once you've had your visit with Lukey," Jason said. Together, with Jason's arm still wrapped around Brian's shoulders, the two walked toward Luke's grave. As they stopped in front of Luke's headstone, Brian began shaking visibly, and tears began to stream from his eyes. "OH GOD LUKEY!" he cried out in anguish, falling to his knees. "I'm so fucking sorry man!" Jason felt tears welling in his own eyes. He didn't start crying though, because he was so worried about Brian's state of mind. It seemed he'd been right - that coming to see Luke was going to be bad for Brian. Brian's head dropped so that his chin was resting on his chest. He held his hands up and covered his face as he began weeping. Jason knelt beside Brian and wrapped his arm around him again. "It's OK!" Jason whispered into Brian's ear, pulling him toward him. "Let it all out!" Brian's crying got louder, and a moment later he turned toward Jason and wrapped his arms around him, and buried his face against Jason's chest and wept bitterly. Jason wrapped his other arm around Brian and held him securely, rubbing his back and shoulders. Intermittently, Jason whispered "It's OK!" in to Brian's ear. "It'll never be OK," Brian whimpered after a few minutes. "It'll never be the same, but it will be OK," Jason corrected. "Wh-Who p-put that verse on his stone?" Brian asked, his voice still quavering. "Which one?" Jason asked. "The one about not crying," Brian said. "Lukey chose both verses himself. It's the message he wanted to convey after he was gone," Jason said. "I-I g-get what it m-means, but I c-can't smile," Brian said. "I know," Jason said, as a tear trickled from his own eye, down over his cheek. He hugged Brian a little tighter. "Someday maybe we'll be able to though." The two remained kneeling silently together for a few minutes in front of Luke's grave, Brian wrapped safely in Jason's arms. Eventually Brian's crying stopped. "Could I have a few minutes along with Lukey?" he asked, looking at Jason. "Sure," Jason said, smiling slightly, but still worrying about him. He got up and pointed to a small fountain a little ways away from Luke's grave. "I'll be over at the fountain if you need me," he said. He would've gone to the car, but it was over the edge of the hill, and he wanted to keep Brian in sight, given his fragile mental state. "OK," Brian said, turning a little pink. "I'm not gonna run away, or try anything though, if that's what you think." He had guessed why Jason didn't go back down to the car. "I know," Jason said, blushing slightly himself. "I just wanta be nearby in case you need me though. "Fine," Brian said in a defeated tone, looking sadly at him. Jason walked away toward the fountain then. When he got there, he sat down on the edge of it, facing away from Luke's grave, to give Brian some privacy, yet not facing so far away that he couldn't keep Brian within his peripheral vision. As he looked off into the distance, out of his peripheral vision, he could see that Brian had sat down cross-legged a little to the side of Luke's grave, facing his headstone. Jason saw Brian's mouth moving, but couldn't hear what he was saying, or read his lips. He could see shiny lines glinting vertically on Brian's cheeks, and knew the boy had started crying again and that it was the sun reflecting off his tears, which were rolling down his face. Jason felt an involuntary sob wrack through his body, when he realized Brian was again crying his eyes out. He quickly rubbed his eyes, and looked further away from Luke's grave. As he looked down at the ground, a piece of blue ribbon caught his eye. It reminded him of the ribbon he'd tied around the piece of Luke's hair he'd saved when he'd cut Luke's hair before his surgery. Automatically, his hand moved to his wallet, and he withdrew it from his pocket. He smiled as he withdrew the lock of Luke's hair, which he'd carefully inserted in one of the celluloid picture holders. As he touched Luke's hair, he felt a wave of warmth flood his body. It was almost as if he was there with Jason. Jason could practically hear Luke telling him to take good care of Brian. Jason glanced over at Luke's grave and saw Brian had buried his face in his hands, and was obviously sobbing again. His shoulders were shaking quite a bit. As he held Luke's hair between his fingers, and looked at Brian, Jason suddenly had an idea. It was a really large lock of Luke's hair that he was carrying around in his wallet. In fact, it was so thick that it caused a bit of a bulge in it. Smiling wryly to himself, Jason reached down to the ground and picked up the piece of ribbon he'd seen. He examined it. It seemed clean and dry, and was just the right size. It was almost as if it was put there on purpose. Carefully, Jason untied the ribbon he had around Luke's lock of hair. He separated the chunk into two pieces, and tied his ribbon back around one piece. This he put back in his wallet. There was still plenty, but it didn't cause quite the bulge it had before. The other chunk of Luke's hair that he'd separated from the lock he'd kept, Jason bunched together and tied tightly with the ribbon he'd found on the ground. When he was finished, the warmth he'd felt seemed even warmer. It was almost if Luke was approving of what Jason was doing. Smiling to himself Jason put his wallet back in his pocket. He glanced over at Brian, who was looking up again, rubbing his eyes, obviously trying to get control of his emotions. Jason looked away again, to give him his privacy. As he sat thinking, Jason occassionally glanced over toward Luke's grave. Each time, Brian was still sitting there, either talking quietly to Luke's headstone, or just gazing at it. He was surprised a few minutes later, when he wasn't paying attention, that Brian appeared at his side. "Can we leave now?" Brian asked. "Sure," Jason said, getting up. "But first, I have something for you." Brian looked at Jason curiously. Jason held out the bit of Luke's hair he'd tied in the blue ribbon and said, "Just before Luke's surgery, I helped him cut his hair. For some reason, I kept a lock of it. I've been carrying it around in my wallet ever since. This is half of it. I know how close you were to each other, and I thought you might like to have a piece too." Brian's eyes grew larger, as he stared at the piece of Luke's hair that Jason was holding out to him. After a long pause, he reached out and took it cautiously from Jason. He held it up and stared closely at it for a moment, then he held it to his nose, and breathed in deeply. Suddenly his face took on a haunted expression for a moment, then he burst into tears again. Jason reached out to Brian, and wrapped his arms lightly around him. Brian leaned on Jason, burying his face against Jason's chest again, and wept bitterly, as Jason held him. "I'm s-sorry," Brian said a moment later, as his bout of tears ended and he straightened up, pulling away from Jason. "And thank you for giving me this!" Brian gazed sadly fondly at the lock of Luke's hair Jason had given him for a minute. Then, he brought it to his lips and kissed it tenderly. A moment later, he reached for his wallet and pulled it from his pocket. He opened the wallet and flipped to a picture of Luke. "I'm going to keep it with his picture," Brian said, smiling ever so slightly. "That's where I keep mine too," Jason said, smiling. With a bit of difficulty due to the cast on his right arm yet, Brian used his left hand to hold the slot with Luke's picture open. Then he slid the bit of Luke's hair in, in front of the picture. He closed his wallet then and put it back in his pocket. "Really! Thanks Jase! It feels good to have a real piece of Lukey to hold onto!" Brian said, smiling just a bit. "You're welcome Bri. I thought you might like it," Jason said. "C'mon. Let's go now." They both glanced over at Luke's grave, each saying a silent good-bye to him, then the two walked slowly down the hill together to Jason's car. * * * "So... feel like stopping for something to eat?" Jason asked, as they drove out of the cemetery. "I don't know. I'm not really hungry," Brian said. "I don't want to go home yet though!" "OK, let's stop for ice cream then," Jason suggested. "OK," Brian agreed. A few minutes later, Jason pulled into the parking lot of an ice cream stand, and the two got out. They each ordered banana splits, and went and sat at a picnic table with them. "Thanks for taking me to see Lukey. And thanks for his hair!" Brian said, as they started eating. "No problem," Jason said. They ate silently for a couple minutes. "So... I know you were a lot closer to Lukey, than to me. But we've always been friends too - I was kind of hoping that you'd still want to hang out with me sometimes, now that he's gone," Jason said. "Of course... only if you want to." Brian looked sadly at Jason and said, "I always liked it when you'd hang out with me and Lukey. I'd like to still hang out with you yet. I just wasn't sure you'd still want to." "Of course I do!" Jason said, smiling. "It'll be fun for both of us I think!" They both finished eating their ice cream silently then, each lost in his own thoughts. When they were finished, Brian said, "I hate to cut our visit short, but I have a counseling session in a little while, so I have to go home." "No problem," Jason said, smiling. "C'mon then." Neither said anything as Jason drove them back to Brian's house. When they got there, Brian again thanked Jason for taking him to the cemetery, and for sharing Luke's lock of hair with him. Jason gave him a hug, and a kiss on the forehead. They made plans then for Jason to stop by again in a couple days. Brian got out and went in the house then, and Jason left. * * * As soon as Brian got in the house, he told his mother he was home, and that he'd be in his room until it was time to go to his appointment a while later. Then, he limped slowly up the stairs and went into his room. Very quietly he closed his bedroom door, so his mother wouldn't know he'd closed it. He'd have locked it too, but there wasn't a lock on it anymore. Since he'd come home, his parents didn't want him to close his door anymore, much less lock it. In fact, his father had removed the lock. To Brian, this indicated that they were still scared he was going to try and kill himself again. He understood why they felt the way they did, but he hated that they did. As well as not wanting them to be worried about him, it made it very difficult for him to have any privacy - especially when he felt the need to relieve his sexual tension, as he did now. Within moments of Jason giving Brian the lock of Luke's hair, when he'd sniffed it, and momentarily smelled Luke's scent, Brian had developed a semi-hardon. The closer to his house that they got as Jason drove Brian home, the harder Brian's penis had grown. He had just one thing on his mind. Getting up to his room and masturbating! Now, he was sporting serious wood that was bent uncomfortably in half in his boxers. A wet spot had begun to form in the front of his boxers too, due to the precum he'd started oozing because of his extreme arousal. He very badly needed to be alone, so he could jack off! As soon as he'd shut his door, Brian kicked his sneakers off, and began unbuckling his belt. It took him a minute to get it unbuckled, and the button and fly of his jeans open, due to the cast on his arm. Once he'd gotten them open though, he quickly bent over and shoved them down his legs, allowing his boner to spring free. Straightening up, his hardon which was now free of all encumbrances, stuck straight out in front of him. He felt much more comfortable. Smiling slightly, he kicked his jeans off all the way, then he reached up and pulled his T-shirt off over his head too. Then, completely naked, except for his socks, which he decided not to bother taking off, Brian limped around his bed. He opened the drawer of his night stand, and Smiling again, he reached in and extracted a tube of KY Jelly. He walked back around the bed, bent down, and picked up his jeans. He pulled his wallet out and tossed the pants back down on the floor. Quickly he opened his wallet and extracted the piece of Luke's hair Jason had given him. As he held it to his nose and breathed in deeply again, the expression on his face once again grew sad. At the same time though, his dick twitched sharply and went extremely rigid for a moment, expanding slightly in size, before it relaxed again, and returned to its normal erect size and rigidity. Breathing deeply, Brian laid down on his bed and opened the tube of KY Jelly. He squirted a glob of the lubricant into his left hand, which he immediately wrapped around his stiff rod. Normally Brian was right-handed, but having a cast on his right arm and hand had caused him to have to teach himself to jack off with his left hand. At first he hadn't liked it, but after several sessions, he'd gotten more used to it. In fact, he did find that it felt slightly more exciting to use his other hand. He figured it was because it seemed more like someone else was playing with it. Regardless, even though it was a bit awkward at first, Brian never had any trouble getting off. He was glad his left hand, which had also been injured, hadn't been injured as badly as his right arm was, and it had healed quickly as well. Holding Luke's hair under his nose with his casted right hand, Brian slowly began stroking his dick with his left hand, spreading the KY Jelly liberally over it. It felt great. His level of excitement began to build immediately - especially after he smelled the faint scent of Luke's aroma on his hair again. After only about a minute, Brian felt that familiar stirring in his groin that signaled his orgasm was beginning to start building up. He put Luke's hair down and pulled his knees up, spreading them apart. With his sock clad feet sticking up in the air, and his asshole completely exposed, Brian smeared a little of the KY Jelly from his dick onto the middle finger of his right hand, which was exposed outside his cast. Then, he reached between his legs and began to finger his asshole with his greased finger. At the same time, he began sliding his left hand up and down his dick a little more swiftly. A minute later, Brian's eyes were closed, and he was imagining that Luke was fucking him. Deftly he was jamming his middle finger in and out of his asshole, while he pistoned his left hand up and down his cock. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly and knew he'd be cumming soon. A minute later, Brian was on the brink of orgasm. His nostrils were flaring as he panted deeply, and his hand was sliding rapidly up and down his dick. At the same time he was shoving both his index and middle fingers of his casted right hand in and out of his asshole. Another stroke or two and he'd be cumming. Suddenly, the door to Brian's room opened, and his mother stepped in, carrying a stack of laundry. "OH!" she cried, her mouth and eyes opening wide with surprise, and half the clean clothes she was carrying falling to the floor. "Aaaawwwww!!!!" Brian groaned at just the moment his mother walked in, as a long thick rope of cum shot out his dick, streaking through the air, and landing on on his chest and neck. "Oh my God!" his mother cried. "MOM!!!!!!!" Brian cried in a strangled sounding voice, as his eyes flew open and in horror he realized she was witnessing him pleasure himself to orgasm. Immediately he ripped his hand from his ass, and stopping pumping his dick, although he continued holding it. Unmercifully, his orgasm continued without his help, and a second later more cum shot out his dick, causing him to grunt involuntarily. "GET OUT!" Brian cried in anguish, as his second spasm ended. Mrs. Abbott stood rooted to the floor though, staring at her son in complete shock as his orgasm continued, and still more semen oozed from the tip of his urethra and dribbled down over his thumb in a large dribble. "GET OUT!" Brian cried, again, sounding even more anguished, as tears of shame began welling in his eyes. Mrs. Abbott's shock had worn off enough by then, that she quickly turned and walked out the door, shutting it behind her, calling "I'm sorry" in a quavering voice. Before his orgasm ended, Brian had started crying. "Fuck!" he cried out softly, overcome with embarrassment and anger at himself for not having blocked the door somehow. "Ow!" he cried a moment later, as he clocked himself in the head with his cast, as automatically he raised his hands to his face, to wipe his eyes. "Aw Fuck!" he spat out almost immediately after that when he realized he'd smeared cum on his face from his left hand. Brian fought back his tears then, and just laid still for a while, wishing he'd thought to try and pull his desk in front of his door. As he laid there, the cum he'd shot all over his torso began to feel uncomfortably cold and damp. Still angry with himself, he reached over and ripped some Kleenex out of the box on his night stand and began cleaning himself off. "Christ!" he thought, as he wiped some cum off his neck. "She had to walk in just when I was shooting!.... And she even saw me with my fingers up my ass!" Brian had never felt so embarrassed in his life. He had no idea how he was ever going to face his mother again. By the time he'd finished cleaning himself off, Brian realized he only had another ten minutes left before he had to face her again though, as he had to go to his counseling session, and she was driving him there. His face began to burn red again when he realized this. As he laid there wondering how he could face going downstairs, he suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs again. His hand immediately flew to the hem of the blanket he was lying on. He yanked on it, but it was tucked in. He gave a might pull on it, cringing suddenly as he felt stabbing pains in the area where his ribs had been broken. The blanket pulled loose though and he quickly pulled it over him. Just then the footsteps stopped in front of his door. "Brian, we have to leave for your session in a few minutes," his mother called through the door, without a hint of expression in her voice. "OK," he called back. The footsteps receded down the hallway again. Brian flung the blanket off again, then winced as he sat up. His ribs were really hurting from yanking the blanket up. Slowly, he gathered his clothes together, and slower still, he got himself dressed. "We have to go now!" Mrs. Abbott called up the stairs, just as Brian finished tying his sneakers on. "Coming!" he hollered. * * * Mrs. Abbott didn't look at Brian or say anything to him when he walked down the stairs. He didn't look at his mother or say anything to her either. Silently the two walked out to the car and got in it. Neither said anything as they drove to Brian's pychiatrist's office. They each read a magazine quietly in the waiting room once they got there. When the doctor was ready for him, Brian went in and sat down. The doctor excused himself for a minute, saying he needed to speak with his secretary and left the office, closing the door, leaving Brian alone in his office. A few minutes later he returned, smiling. "So... how've you been?" he asked. "Fine," Brian answered. "Anything unusual happen since we last spoke?" the doctor asked. Brian's eyes darted to the doctor's face. He stared at the doctor for a moment. He didn't see any sign that the doctor was referring to anything in particular. He was just looking at Brian, with a friendly smile. "No," Brian answered. The doctor asked Brian a few more questions, but Brian only gave short, terse answers. Finally, the doctor said, "You seem awfully quiet, and a little upset. Does it have anything to do with what happened earlier today?" Brian's eyes flew back to the doctor's face, and his own face turned bright red. He stared at the doctor incredulously for a moment. The doctor had a strange look on his face now. Brian leaped up and strode swiftly to the door. Bursting through the door, he saw his mother sitting alone in the waiting room. "DID YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM YOU CAUGHT ME JACKING OFF???? WHO ELSE DID YOU TELL????" He bellowed angrily. Mrs. Abbott turned beet red, as Brian stood glaring at her. Suddenly Brian heard a snicker from the corner of the waiting room behind him. He spun around to see a woman and a boy, probably her son, who looked to be about 13, sitting in some chairs against the far wall. The woman looked scandalized, but the boy was smirking. Brian felt more mortified than ever. He spun around and limped as quickly as he could toward the front door of the office, his face burning. "I told you I wasn't the only one who did it!" Brian heard the boy who'd snickered at him, hiss loudly at his mother just before he exited the building. The boy's mother shot him a very annoyed look. "Please wait here," The doctor, who'd followed Brian out to the waiting room said to Mrs. Abbott. "I'll go after him. I think now that that's out in the open, he might feel like talking to me some more." A mortified Mrs. Abbott nodded slightly, as the other boy's mother gave her a sympathetic smile. * * * "Just for the record, your mother never mentioned that she walked in on you while you were masturbating," The doctor said, as he caught up to Brian in the parking lot, and slowed his pace so that he was walking next to him. "She did mention you'd had a visit from Luke's brother though. That's what I thought you were being so quiet about." Brian, closed his eyes, cringing silently to himself. The doctor smiled benevolently and patted Brian on the shoulder. "Listen," he said. "There's nothing wrong with masturbating. Everyone does it. And most kids get caught at sometime or another by a parent. My mother walked in on me once too. So don't sweat it." Brian looked at the doctor, surprised he'd admit something like that to him. "How old were you when she walked in on you?" Brian asked, not really knowing what else to say. The doctor smiled, "about 15. A little younger than you are, but still it was just as embarrassing! I was just having an orgasm when she walked in! You should've seen her eyes when she saw me!" Brian couldn't help smiling a little himself then. "I was shooting my load when Mom walked too!" The doctor grinned. "Well, she never mentioned it to me, and I expect she's just as embarrassed as you are about it. But seriously Brian, you weren't doing anything any other guy doesn't do! Try to forget about it. I doubt she'll bring it up again. And, I bet she'll never walk in on you again either!" he said. "Now! How about you come back in with me, and we talk about your visit with Luke's brother?" Brian blushed deeper, and glanced furtively back at the building. He didn't want to go back through the waiting room where the other boy who'd smirked at him, still would be sitting. As if he guessed Brian's problem, the doctor grinned and said, "I have a back door we can use!" Brian smiled appreciatively at the doctor, and followed him around the back of the building then. They entered the doctor's office through a backdoor. The doctor buzzed his secretary and asked her to let Mrs. Abbott know that Brian was back in session with him. Then he sat down with Brian and the two discussed his visit from Jason, and their trip to Luke's grave. The doctor was pleased with Brian's progress. * * * While Brian was at the doctor's office. Jason was sitting home alone, not knowing what to do. He'd thought about calling Bobby Callahan to see if he wanted to do something, but he'd gone away on a trip with his mother. Consequently, Jason was bored as he lie on his bed, staring at the ceiling. As Jason laid there, he replayed in his mind, his morning with Brian. He could tell that Brian had come a long way already with his recovery. He didn't seem to be harboring anymore suicidal thoughts at least. He was still grieving pitiously for Luke though. Jason felt bad for him. As he recalled how he'd held Brian as he'd cried though, Jason thought about how good it felt, having him in his arms. It reminded him a lot of Luke. He smiled as he imagined holding Brian in his arms yet as he laid there on the bed. With Luke gone, and Dan gone, Jason realized how much he missed just snuggling with a guy he cared about. As he laid there, a small smile appeared on his lips. While he'd been fantasizing about holding Brian in his arms, he'd suddenly realized his cock had responded as well, and that he'd developed a semi hardon! Jason's hand had moved to his crotch then, and he adjusted his cock so it was sticking out to the left. Then he began gently kneading it through his jeans. Within seconds, Jason's dick was rock hard, and he was breathing heavily. Since nobody was home, he didn't bother to get up and close his bedroom door. He just opened his pants and shoved them down to his ankles. He also pulled his shirt off over his head. Then, he laid back and reached into the drawer of his night stand for his bottle of hand lotion. A few seconds later, he was smiling to himself, as his well-lubed hand slid up and down his stiff rod, while he gently kneaded his testicles with his other hand. "Mmmmm..." Jason moaned softly, as he enjoyed the feeling of his hand sliding up and down his cock. He stopped kneading his balls for a minute and reached up to pinch his nipples a little, which sent a shiver through his body. As Jason continued to pleasure himself, he recalled how one morning a long time ago, while he'd still been asleep, Luke and Brian had each crawled naked into bed with him. Lukey had backed up to him, so he was nuzzled into Jason. And Brian was snuggled up to his back. It had felt great to be snuggling with the two boys. He especially recalled how Brian's large penis had felt pressed up against his ass crack. The memory of that sent a shiver of pleasure through Jason's body, and he felt some pre-cum ooze out of his stiff prick. Jason began jacking off a little faster then, as he thought about how sexy Luke and Brian had both looked when they got up. He so wished they were there with him now. He began to fantasize then about making love to both boys with his mouth, licking and sucking them all over, sucking their dicks, rimming them, and in the end, returning to suck the cum out of them as they climaxed! Jason's hand was whipping up and down his cock then, and he could feel his orgasm building. Then, suddenly, with visions of both Luke and Brian lying naked on either side of him on the bed, each stroking their own massive hardons, Jason's body exploded with pleasure and he drenched his chest with semen! "Mmmmmm!!!" he groaned, as the second wave of his orgasm surged through him a moment later, and he spewed more jism all over his belly. "Awwwww!" he gasped, as more cum oozed from his cock. Jason spasmed with pleasure a few more times, before his orgasm finally ended. When it did, he stopped stroking his dick, and laid still, gripping in his fist yet, smiling to himself. Still smiling a minute later, he reached for some Kleenex and cleaned himself off, then he got dressed and headed down to the kitchen to find something to eat. As he made himself a sandwich, Jason reflected on the fact that things seemed to slowly be returning to some sense of normalcy. He was happy about that. * * * Jason spent the rest of the summer, what little there was left of it, splitting his time between hanging out with Brian and hanging out with Bobby. They each seemed to appreciate having him around, and he was happy they liked to spend time with him too. Although all three of them were still grieving, spending time with each other seemed to help. Brian's therapy sessions went very well. Between those, being at home again, and spending time with Jason, he began to heal. He was doing well enough, that he, his doctor, and his parents agreed he should go ahead with his plans to go to college in Boston that fall. All too soon, summer was almost over. It would soon be time for Bobby to return to school, and for Brian to enter college. Jason began feeling depressed again. Not only because Bobby would be busy, and Brian would be going away, but also because, the closer the end of summer got, the larger Dan's wedding loomed on the horizon! Dan and Jason had called each other every few days after Dan had left following Luke's funeral. As much as Jason had hoped Dan would change his mind about marrying Lisa, he never wavered, and the wedding was still set to go on. Dan still wanted Jason to be his best man as well. As much as Jason hated the idea, because it seemed to him that if he did it, it would mean he was giving his approval to Dan to have a relationship with someone other than himself, he had promised Dan he'd stand up for him, and Jason always felt that a promise was a promise - so he vowed to follow through with it. As a result, as August came to a close, Jason found himself packing to fly down to Dan's for his wedding... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.