Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 10:06:57 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 6 of You Can't Go Back Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: stan992001@hotmail.com. All e-mails will be answered. You Can't Go Back By Stan (First, this is a true story as told to me by Dave. Dave was 12 when this happened, so he doesn't remember all of the events, so I have to make up some things. I will keep it as close to truth as I can. This happened almost ten years ago, but it will be told in flashbacks and mingled in with true events that happen to our group of young gay guys (and one old gay guy, me). Or, things that have already happened that we are still dealing with. I hope you enjoy this method of telling a story. I've never tried anything like this before. If you are looking for lots of sex in the story, better look elsewhere. This is more real life stuff. Sorry! If you are curious about our group, we have our own web site. It is at www.gayfreezone.homestead.com. Feel free to check us out. If you are a young gay guy with problems, we are still accepting new members.) Chapter Six "Bruce's Mom has just told me how she disciplines Bruce and Mitch. And how you hate the idea so much that you do everything they tell you to do. I think that is going to be our new family rule from now on," my Mom said. I looked over at Bruce with hate in my eyes. Thanks a whole fucking lot, Bruce!! They finally left. I couldn't wait for them to leave after that bombshell. I was constantly reminded that I might get a spanking at any time when I was at Bruce's house, and now I had to deal with the same thing here. My life had taken a funny turn, and I didn't like it one bit. Fuck me!!! Mom and Bruce's Mom had just shared a smile after that, like they had a secret they shared, and I didn't ask any questions. The least said, the better, as far as I thought. They did have a surprise for everyone at each family's dinner table that night. We were all going to church the next morning, and then going to Bruce's house for lunch. Well, I didn't look forward to church, but being with Bruce that afternoon was a plus. We didn't go to church very often, we hadn't gone since we moved here. Bruce's family seemed to be the same way, but the two Mom's decided that it had been too long, and we were going. What could the rest of us say? We were men. Well, some of us were almost men. But, all of us knew our place. Women made these kind of decisions, and if you didn't want to hear it for months, even years later, you just went along with their decision. I did have some Sunday clothes. I just didn't know where they were. Anyway, we met at church and went in. My Dad and Bruce's Dad met for the first time, and seemed to like each other. I saw them several times talking and breaking into laughter together and looking at Bruce and I. God, I hoped they weren't also talking about spankings! But, I knew it had come up. Why had we moved here in the first place? Fred and Mitch even seemed to get along. Fred was 18, almost 19, three years older than Mitch, but that was close enough for them to be friends. Did they include Bruce and I? Of course not. They were way too cool to include their little brothers. We made it through church without any major catastrophes. It really wasn't bad. And I didn't fall asleep during the sermon. That was always good. Makes a better impression on your parents that way. Maybe they would believe I was actually paying attention. Which I wasn't. We went home and changed clothes before going over to Bruce's house. That was good. Having my collar buttoned was killing me. I think I need a new dress shirt. I'd have to look in Fred's closet and see if he has any too small for him. In some cases, having an older brother wasn't a total pain in the ass. When we got to Bruce's house, everyone welcomed us like we were old friends. I was amazed. Maybe all of this would work out. Bruce's Mom was a great cook, and she already had everything ready. She was lots better than my Mom. Maybe I could ask Mom to get some tips from her. Then, I thought about that. Nah. That could be the excuse for Mom to start beating my butt again, and it had been a long time since the last one. But, thanks to Bruce's Mom, the idea was fresh in her head again, and no use tempting fate. After we ate, the Dads retired to a shady spot with lawn chairs and a few cans of beer and we knew they weren't going anywhere soon. Fred and Mitch took off on the 3 and 4 wheeler. Bruce and I were left by ourselves. "Hey, you want to go fishing? You said you were an expert fisherman. I'd like to see that," Bruce said, kidding me again. "Sure. If our ‘rents say we can." "Let me ask. I'm sure we can. Leave it to me." What could I say? I thought it would be fun. I followed Bruce into the house. "Mrs. Corwin? How would you like to have fresh fish for dinner tonight?" Bruce asked. Mom smiled at him. "That sound really good, Bruce. Where'll we get them?" "Dave and I'll catch them for you. There's only one problem. I always like to eat what I catch. And I know I'm going to catch lots more fish than Dave, even though he tells me he knows how to fish. I just think it is kind of fair if I catch you lots of fish for dinner, I should be able to come over, enjoy eating some of them, and then spend the night." Man, this kid is smooth!! The two Mom's just looked at each other and smiled. "Well, I don't think that's a problem with me, but you had better ask your Mom and see if she has a problem with it." "Is it Ok, Mom?" Bruce asked. "Do you have any homework you still have to do?" "Yeah, some in math. We're almost finished. But, I can do that quick." "I'll help him when we get home," I added. "Oh, I have to tell you this. It's priceless. The boys were being a little too quiet Friday night. You know what I mean?" Bruce's Mom said. "Yes, I know just what you mean," Mom answered, smiling. "I went up stairs to check on them. They were studying, and Dave was teaching Bruce Math, which he has been struggling with since last year. They have the same Math book since last year. They only covered half of it, since it was so difficult for all of them. Dave had to start back several chapters and make Bruce understand that before they could go on to what they were learning this year. They must have spent several hours going over math. I was so shocked I almost fell down," Bruce's Mom said. "Thanks a lot, Mom," Bruce said, as he blushed. "Bruce, it's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm sure there are lots of things you have been teaching Dave, too." "Yeah, how to be a country boy living on a farm. He has lots to learn there," Bruce kidded. "Like you said, thanks a lot, Bruce," I answered, also blushing a little bit. "Well, I think it's great that you both can learn from each other. I don't think you could be very good friends if one of you knew everything and always had to teach the other one. It's better if you both can teach the other one something and you both learn from each other," Mom said. "This way, you'll both end up knowing more, and that can't do anything but help you." I looked over at Bruce, who looked back and then smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I've been giving Dave a hard time about me teaching him everything around our farm, since he was just a little green city boy when he moved here. But he is really smart, and I think I can learn some things from him. I think it will be a good swap." "Me too. But I think I may learn farming lots faster than you learn math," I answered. "Dave! That wasn't a nice thing to say," my Mom scolded. "Madelyn, that may be our fault. Dave was so shy to start with and Bruce kidded him so much, we encouraged him to start to kid Bruce back. I think that was all it was, wasn't it Dave?" Bruce's Mom asked. "Yes Mam. I was only kidding, Mom. It isn't like he retarded or anything." "Retarded? I ought to kill you," Bruce said angrily, as he got me into a head lock. "Boys, no fighting in here," Bruce's Mom said loudly. Bruce let me go, and she said "no, you aren't retarded, but you do act like it at times. Like then." Bruce just blushed in front of my Mom and shot me a dirty look. I just smiled back at him. I was ahead for once. The two Moms looked at each other and smiled. They could see how well we were getting along, and both were glad. "I thought you two were going fishing. You had better get started if Dave's family is going to have fresh fish for supper," Bruce's Mom said. "Great. Thanks, Mom. What time should we be back?" Bruce asked. My Mom checked her watch and said, "I think your Dad wants to leave in a little while. I guess I could come back and get you two about 5. That would give you about 3 and a half hours. That's long enough, isn't it?" "Yes, Mam. That should be plenty of time. I'll take my watch to make sure we're here," Bruce added. "Fine. Make sure you're back here then," Bruce Mom answered. Bruce ran upstairs to get his watch and Mom said, "I'm glad you two have hit it off so well, Dave." "Me too. Bruce is great. Thanks for the advice on kidding him back, Mrs. White. I think it's helping us, not hurting anything," I answered. "You're welcome, Dave. I think so too. You boys have fun, Ok?" I smiled at both of them. "We will." Bruce came running back down the steps. "You ready, slick?" "Sure am, tard." That stopped Bruce in his tracks. "What did you call me?" "Tard. You call me slick for city slicker. I don't like it. So, every time you call me that, I'm going to call you tard. For retard," I said laughing, as I danced out of Bruce's reach. Both Mom's broke up in laughter. "Watch it, boy. This retard might have an accident and drown your little butt down in the lake." "Oh, I'm so scared," I answered, moving around the chair as Bruce was trying to close the distance between us. "Boys, you break something in my house and I will take down your pants and give you both a spanking. And with Dave's Mom watching," Bruce's Mom said. That caught both of our attention. "Ok, we're leaving," Bruce answered. I didn't say anything. The look on my face had gone back to ‘deer caught in headlights'. Blank stare. Both Mom's saw my look, looked at each other, and laughed out loud. "Bye, boys," my Mom said. "Bye," I said, as I ran out the door after Bruce. I heard laughter in the background. Good, just what I needed. More spanking jokes. Bruce had gone to the barn, and returned with the fishing poles, a tackle box, and a shovel. "Retard, huh? I ought to brain you with this shovel," he said, as he lifted it over his head and threatened me. "Give me that. A person of your mental capacity isn't allowed near complicated machinery." Bruce howled with laughter. "Oh God, what have we done? We have unleashed Dave, the cut down artist. That one was good, I have to admit." I laughed, too. "Thanks. I owe you a whole lot more than that one." Bruce smiled at me. "Yeah, I guess you do. Come on, we have a long walk ahead," he said, as he handed me the shovel. We started walking, and had to move down to the side as Fred and Mitch roared up on the 3 and 4 wheeler. They stopped in front of us. "Where are you guys going fishing?" Fred asked. "We have a lake at the end of our property," Bruce answered. "Hey, Mitch. Want to give them a ride?" Fred asked. "Sure. I think you guys can put everything on the back of this and tie it down," Mitch answered. Well, this was different. Our older brothers were actually being nice to us. What a switch. I wondered what they wanted. I was skeptical. Anyway, we loaded everything on Mitch's 3 wheeler and tied it down. I got on with Fred and Bruce on with Mitch. I should have known. They weren't wanting to be nice to us. They wanted to scare the shit out of us!!! And they did a great job!!! The were older, braver, more reckless, took more stupid chances, and worst of all, were competing against each other. We had no choice. We hung on for dear life. I hadn't been close to my older brother in like forever. There's a good reason for that. I'll tell you about that later. I hadn't hugged him in years. But I was hugging him tight now. Very tight!!! It seemed to take forever to get to the lake. It was only several minutes, but they were very scary minutes. I was yelling my head off at Fred to slow down, but all I heard was him laughing in front of me and he seemed to go faster when I yelled, so I just finally shut my eyes and waited until we crashed. But we didn't. We finally got to the lake and they stopped. I was so surprised we were still alive I held on to Fred a few seconds longer. "I think you can let go now, Dave," Fred laughed. I sat up and let him go, but didn't get off. "I don't want to stand up. I'm scared I might have to clean out my pants, but don't know for sure." All three of them laughed at that. I didn't join in. I was still pretty pissed about how Fred and Mitch had scared us. I did get off and take the shovel that Bruce was handing me, though. "They were just playing a joke on us, Dave. And they did save us a long walk," Bruce said. "Yeah, I guess so," I answered, as I scowled at Fred. He just howled at how pissed I was. What did he care. He was seven years older than I was and could beat me up with one hand. "Well, girls, we men have to be going. Don't count on a return taxi service. You guys didn't tip us enough on the first leg of the journey," Mitch said, as he and Fred sped off. Good riddance. We walked over to the lake in silence. Bruce could tell I was still mad. "Come on Dave, lighten up. They were only joking with us." "I know. I'm Ok now." "Good. So, start digging. We need to find a bunch of worms." Great! I get to do the digging. Well, I really didn't expect anything else. I always got the good jobs. I didn't argue though, I just started turning over the soil. We got pretty lucky. We found several worms right off the bat. Bruce took a can out of the tackle box and put them in, then covered back the ground I had just over turned. Ok, so he would also work. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. It took maybe five or ten minutes before Bruce said we had enough worms to start fishing. I was anxious to get started. I had always had really good luck fishing, and I wanted to show Bruce that I could catch more than he could. We baited our hooks and cast into the water. It wasn't long before I could feel a small tug on the line, and I quickly flicked my wrist and sunk the hook into the fish's mouth. I reeled it in, and took it out of the water. It was a nice sized bass, it had to be way over a pound, maybe two pounds. "That's a really nice fish. Maybe you can fish after all," Bruce said. I smiled at him. "Thanks." We continued to fish for over an hour. I caught maybe twice the number Bruce did. My string was way heavier than his was. "You know, maybe we should quit. We do have to carry all these fish back, you know," Bruce finally said. "You're just losing so bad, you want to quit and do something else." Bruce just grinned. "Well, I don't think I can catch you today. You're a really good fisherman. I think we found something you can beat me at." "Something else, you mean. Don't forget about math." "Oh, how could I forget that. To my Mom, you are the math God. You came here to heal this poor struggling boy of all his problems. Oh, thank you. Thank you," Bruce said, as he bowed down several times in front of me. I laughed at that. "You can get up now, slave. And for losing, you can carry all the fish." "Oh, thank you, master. Can I have one small favor first?" "Sure, slave. I'm in a good mood. I will grant you one favor. What is it?" "It's hot, master, and sitting in the sun all this time has made me sweaty. May we please go swimming before we leave?" "You really want to?" I asked. "Yeah. Come on. We'll have fun." "You always seem to get me naked every day I see you." Bruce just giggled at that. "I just love to see your sexy little body so much, I like to invent ways to see it. Come on, master, get your clothes off or do you want your slave to do it for you?" "You may undress me, slave," I giggled. "Yes, master," Bruce said, as he eagerly, as he dropped to his knees and started to untie my shoe. I jerked my foot away, and said, "I was just kidding." "Well, I'm not. Come back over here so I can undress you." "No way, pervert. I think I will do that for myself, thank you very much." "Oh, you take the fun out of everything," Bruce grinned, as he got to his feet and kicked off his own shoes. We had a lot of fun swimming together, like we always did. I dunked him, he dunked me. It was getting to be easier and easier to be around him naked. I never thought I would feel that way. But, one thing I was sure of. I would never let him take my clothes off for me like he wanted to do today. I knew I couldn't control little Dave if I did that. When you often make up your mind about something, usually you can control your own actions and nothing can change your mind. My mind was set on this point. But, I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong. To be continued. Comments are appreciated and always answered. Comments can be sent to stan992001@hotmail.com where all the guys can read them too.