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Mark Stevens
Brian and Jeff, Part 13
Jeff pulled into the drive and shut the car engine off. He turned and gave me a smile.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked me.
"Question is, are you?" I asked back.
Jeff looked out the car window a moment, remaining silent. Then turning back he said, "Charles may be twenty-four, but hell, Brian, it seems like only yesterday he was just a little fellow. Where did the time go?"
"I know how you feel. My own kids, they seem to have grown up and away from me."
A sudden look came over Jeff's face. "There have been times over the years when I wished I had had the courage to be honest with myself and everyone else, but when I think of my kids, I know I would do it all over again."
"Damn straight you would, Jeff," I agreed. "We both would," I added. I put a hand on his leg. "It's just a matter of time, and we both will be honest. However, today is about you son, Charles."
Jeff reached down and gave my hand a squeeze. "Yes, it is. I love you, Brian."
We got out of the car and headed for the house. As we came inside, we were met by Jeff's son, Tony.
"It's about time," he greeted. "I was beginning to think you disappeared, leaving me all the shit to do."
"You poor thing," Jeff said. "You're so over worked."
"I am," Tony grinned.
"Jeff, is that you?" It was Judy calling from up stairs.
"It's us," Jeff answered. "What needs done?"
From then on things picked up as only they can just hours before a wedding. With many things still to be done, I pitched in and helped where ever I was needed. Later we stopped and ate sandwiches that Judy had made for lunch. Afterward, Charles stood to his feet.
"I need to take care of some things in my room," he said. "Dad, can you give me a hand?"
Jeff looked somewhat surprised, but he said, "Sure, Son." He followed his son from the room, and they disappeared out of sight.
Tony grinned and said, "You think Charlie boy's going to ask Dad for some man to man advice?"
"It's good for them to have a little time together," I spoke up. "Before my son's got married, I had a nice talk with them both."
"Oh, and what kind of advice did you give them?" Tony grinned.
"Tony," his mother admonished, "that's a bit personal, don't you think?"
"Brian's family, so he shouldn't mind," Tony remarked.
"It wasn't anything much," I answered. "Just a few last minutes before they started their new lives," I added.
As I sat there carrying on conversation with the family of the man I loved with all of my heart, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on upstairs. When Jeff told me later I was quite surprised to learn what had been discussed.
This is how it went, according to Jeff.
Jeff followed his son up the stairs and into his room. Charles closed the door and told his dad to have a seat on his bed.
Jeff did as his son asked. He sat on the side of his son's bed and waited. Nothing happened. Charles sat down beside his father, but said nothing.
Finally Jeff asked, "Is there something on your mind, Charlie?"
Charles looked over at his dad and said, "Dad, I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate the way you have always stood by me."
Jeff's throat went dry and for a moment or two he couldn't speak. Finally he took a deep breath and said, "Charlie, I didn't do a thing that any other father wouldn't have done. You're my son, and I love very much. I always have and I always will."
"I know that, Dad."
"Charlie, are you happy? Is the life you're starting, does it make you happy?"
Charles was thoughtful for a time. Then he said, "Dad, I am very happy. I love Susan so much."
Jeff reached over and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Then that's what it's all about."
"Dad, may I ask you a question?"
Jeff nodded. "Ask anything you like," he said.
"Are you happy? I mean really happy?"
Jeff was taken by surprise, and for a moment he couldn't think what to say to his son. Finally he asked, "Charlie, why would you ask a thing like that?"
"Well, are you happy?"
Jeff took a moment to think things over. Finally he said, "I have been happy."
"Have been?"
"I am happy," his father corrected himself.
"How much do you love Mom?"
"Charlie, where the hell is all of this coming from?"
"Dad, I know what's going on with you."
Jeff's heart felt like it stopped, and for a time he thought it really had quit. "Going on with me?"
"Dad, I believe you love Brian."
Jeff felt his face become flushed, and suddenly the room felt so hot he couldn't breathe. "Of course I love Brian. My God, Charlie, Brian and I have been friends thirty years or longer."
There was a quiet ring to Charlie's words when he spoke. "Dad, you are in love with Brian."
Jeff told me later he must have had a really frightened look come over him. He said Charlie pulled him close and gave him a hug.
"Dad, it's okay."
That was all he said, but those few words were all it took to cause Jeff to lose it. "I am so sorry, Charlie."
Jeff began sobbing as if his heart were broken. He started shaking, and the more he shook the harder his son hugged him.
"Dad, listen to me. Listen to me, damn it," he said.
Jeff pulled back and waited for his son to speak. He was still trembling, shuddering from the cold feeling that had spread through out his body.
"Dad, I've known for a long time you weren't really happy. It didn't take much to see that you were unhappy."
"Charlie, I have been happy. You and your brothers, you guys have been my life. You must believe that."
"We know that. I ask you a question earlier. I'll ask it again. Do you love Mom?"
"I love your mother."
"But are you in love with her? There is a difference you know."
"I thought I was," Jeff answered. "I mean when she and I were married, I really did think I was in love with her."
"What changed then?"
Jeff was thoughtful a moment. Finally he said, "I don't think anything changed. I think what happened was that Charlie, I grew up in a time when it was just expected of you to do certain things. A man went for an education, got married and had a family. Just about in that order was what was expected."
"So, what are your plans?"
"I really don't know, Charlie. Whether you believe it or not, I don't want to ever do anything to hurt your mother."
"But you're going to." The words were simple, but they tore through Jeff's body like a sharp edged knife.
"You're right, some day I will, Charlie." Jeff looked at his son, and he said, "I am so sorry, Charlie, for spoiling your big day. I hope you know that was never my intention."
"I realize that, Dad. I also want you to know something else as well. What ever you decide to do, I want you to know that I will always love you, and I will be here for you. Both you and Mom," he added.
"I really appreciate that, Son. You've been completely honest with me, and I think you deserve the same from me. You asked me if I was in love with Brian. Yes, Charlie, I am. I have been as far back as high school days. That's one of the reasons we put so much distance between us. We both knew it was a time when a love like ours would not be recognized."
"Will it be any better today?"
"I think it will. We live in a different world today than thirty years ago. Charlie, I will promise you this. No matter how or even if my life changes, you boys will always be important to me, and I want you to know that."
"I don't think it's going to be easy."
"Oh, it's going to be hell, and I know that."
Charlie stood to his feet. "Well, just know that when or even if you ever decide to make a change, I will always love you."
Jeff also stood to his feet. He reached out and gave his son a hug. "I love you, Charlie. I always will, and I hope you know that."
"I do, Dad, I do."
"As for you, I hope life is always good to you and that you are always as happy as you seem to be today."
"Thanks, Dad. I love you, too."
Tony and Andrew and I had been loading things up in the car to take to the wedding, and as we came back inside the house we saw Jeff coming down the stairs.
"Well, did you and Charlie boy get it all talked out?" Tony asked. He gave his father a grin.
"None ya," Jeff told his son. "You have to get married to have a talk like we just had," Jeff assured his son.
"He keeps saying he's not going to get married," Andrew reminded his father.
"Yeah, well, we'll see how that turns out." Jeff looked at me. "Is your ass dragging yet?"
"I'm doing just fine, thank you very much!"
"Is there a load ready to take?" Jeff asked.
"Yep, the car is jammed packed," Andrew answered.
"Good. Brian, how about going with me on a ride? Is there more to pack, Andrew?"
"That's the last of it," Tony assured his father.
"Good. You two go get cleaned up."
I walked out to the packed car following closely behind Jeff. Once inside, Jeff started the engine and backed out of the drive. As he took off down the street he said,
"Would you care to hear about the talk Charles and I had?"
"Isn't that a bit personal?" I wanted to know.
"It was personal," Jeff agreed. "You were in the middle of the discussion."
"Me?" I asked. "Why would the two of you discuss me?"
"Brian, Charlie knows."
"Knows what?" I asked when Jeff didn't continue.
"About us," he said quietly.
It still wasn't sinking in. "Us?" I repeated.
"Damn't, he knows that we love each other."
I felt a feeling kin to fear creeping all over my body. "How can he know?" I asked.
"He told me he's thought for a long time the two of us had feelings for each other."
"Oh, fuck, Jeff. I am so sorry." I couldn't seem to think of anything else to say.
"Why are you sorry?"
"Because of the pain I'm causing you."
Jeff was silent as he drove down the street. Coming to a red light, he stopped the car and looked across the seat at me. "If there is any pain, I'm going to be the one that creates that, not you."
"Does Charles hate me?"
Jeff shook his head. "Not in the least. Oh, he loves his mother, and he told me so. He also told me that he loves me, and that he wants to see me happy. He told me he knew I had not been happy for a long time."
"And he's okay with that?"
"What he said was that he loved me and that he would always love me. He wants me happy, and if being happy is being with you, he will be okay with that."
I had a hard time digesting all that Jeff was saying to me. I simply could not believe Jeff's son could be okay with the hurt and the pain that his dad and I would bring on their family.
"I can't tell you how this makes me feel," Jeff said. The light went green, and he drove on down the street.
"Were you shocked?" I asked. "Hell, you had to have been," I added. "I would have been knocked shitless."
"I was," Jeff managed a grin. "When he told me to have a seat on his bed, I had no fucking idea what he had on his mind. In all actuality, I honestly thought he was going to give me the I love you, Dad,' or you've been swell, Dad,' some shit like that."
"I just can't believe it." I seemed to be repeating myself over and over.
"Well, believe it," Jeff said. "I'm telling you the honest truth."
"Will Charles keep this to himself?" I wondered.
"We can trust him," Jeff said. "I honestly believe he will not say a word until we are ready to let it out of the bag."
"But you know, if Charles could figure this out, what's keeping the rest of our family from coming to the same conclusion?"
"I guess we'll have to see what happens. I don't think either one of us is ready to come clean with them, are we?"
"Not that I wouldn't like to, but, no, I'm not at that point. How about you?"
"Oh, I'd love to shout to the world how much I love you, but, like yourself, I know this isn't the time."
We soon reached the hall where Charles and Susan's wedding was being held, and together, we worked to unload the things from the car. When we had finished, we got back into Jeff's car, and we left to get ready for the wedding. The time was quickly approaching for the much planned for event to take place, and for the time being, our own situation was dropped.
The wedding was over and we were at the reception. After the opening dance and Jeff had danced with Susan and Judy had danced with Charles, I suddenly found myself leading Judy across the dance floor.
"I'm really glad you came," Judy was saying to me. "You have been so much help."
As always, I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. I gave her a smile and said, "Glad I could help."
"I realize how much it meant to Jeff for you to be here, Brian. He thinks highly of your friendship."
"As I do his," I added and whirled her across the room.
Later as the cake was cut and the lucky couple exchanged bites along with a toast and sips of champagne, I stood next to Jeff's other two sons, and I couldn't help but wonder if in time they would realize the same thing their older brother had done. I was getting really close to this family, and I was afraid that in time I was going to be the cause of their happy world shattering into a million little pieces.
"You look like you're a long ways away."
I turned and discovered Jeff standing beside me.
"Hey," I greeted him.
"You okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I am. I was just thinking about your family and how much I'm growing to love them."
"They really like you," Jeff agreed.
"For now," I added wistfully.
"I know."
Susan's parents gave the young couple one hell of a wedding reception. After the wedding toast and while the dancing was going on, a food buffet was being set up, and all of the wedding party as well as the guests themselves, enjoyed the delicious food that had been prepared for the occasion.
I followed Tony and Andrew through the food line and joined them at one of the tables. "Hope you don't mind that I'm joining you," I said.
"Hey, you're family," Tony said.
"We'll just call you `Uncle Brian'," Andrew grinned.
I looked around the room. "This is a really nice reception."
"At least there's plenty of food," Andrew said. He began attacking the food on his plate.
Tony jabbed me in the rib cage. "Little brother here is just pissed because he only had one glass of champagne."
"Maybe you can sweet talk your dad into one more glass," I grinned.
"If only," Andrew sighed. "I don't know what his problem is. I know for a fact he drank when he was eighteen. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you," he added.
"Me? How did I get into this?"
"I've heard the stories Dad's told over and over. We've heard all about when you guys were younger."
I asked, "Everything?" Even though the words were thrown around in a teasing sort of way, they caused my heart to speed up.
"Yeah, Dad's told all of your secrets," Tony laughed.
"I'll have to speak to him about that, I guess. I can't have him give away all of our secrets."
It was a great reception and all of the guests, including myself, enjoyed our selves. The food was delicious, and the liquor even better. I felt sorry for Andrew and slipped him a drink. I found out later that his brother, Tony, had also felt sorry and did him the same favor.
When the reception was over I started helping with the clean up detail. Jeff came up to me, a big grin showing on his face.
"Trying to get my youngest son drunk I hear."
"Damn, Jeff, I swear, I didn't realize Tony had already slipped him a glass until after I gave him a drink."
"Relax, it's cool," Jeff assured me. "I think it's funny myself."
"Speaking of which, what is this I hear about you telling your sons all about our growing up years, the drinking, at least."
"Oh, I've told them about the parties we use to go to, and some of the drinking we did. I don't think I mentioned nearly all of what we did, especially all of the cock sucking and ass fucking we've done," he added in a lower voice.
"I should hope not."
"I hope you know that when I take you back to your motel later on that I have plans for you to fuck me."
I couldn't help it. I looked around to see if anyone was close by to hear us talking. I was relieved to see we were not close to any of the others. Andrew and Tony were helping their mother pack some things in boxes, and Susan's family were clear across the room taking decorations down from the wall.
Suddenly from across the room, Tony called out, "Hey, here comes the happy couple."
I turned to see Charles and Susan coming back into the room. They had disappeared somewhere to change into their traveling clothes. They were about to leave on their honeymoon.
We walked over to greet them. I stayed in the back ground while Jeff, Judy and the boys went up to tell them goodbye.
"You guys about ready to take off?" Jeff asked.
"I think so," Charles answered. He reached out and pulled Jeff to him. "Thanks, Dad, for everything. We really appreciate all you've done."
"Yes, Jeff, we have," Susan echoed. She reached over and hugged her new father in law as well.
They turned to Judy and hugged her. Charles said, "We love you, Mom. Thanks for everything."
More goodbyes were said and soon the newly married couple left. Those of us left behind finished cleaning up and shortly after we headed for Jeff's house. Judy invited Susan's parents over for a drink, but they declined saying it had been such a busy day for them. They took a rain check, saying they would make it another time.
Back at Jeff's things were unloaded from Tony's truck as wells from the trunk of Jeff's car. We carried everything inside the house. Judy told us where to leave them.
"I'll put everything away in the morning," she said. "I'm tired, and if you two will excuse me, I think I'm going to bed. I am just worn out."
Jeff looked at me, and we both knew we had absolutely no problem at all with her heading for bed. We didn't say anything, but we each knew what the other was thinking.
"I'm going to catch a movie," Tony decided. "Want to join me?" he asked his brother.
They soon left the house once more, and with Judy gone to bed, Jeff and I suddenly found ourselves alone. Well, almost, as we thought of Judy being up stairs.
Jeff asked me, "You about ready to head back to your motel?"
I nodded. "I think so. It has been quite a day."
Jeff decided to write a note and tell Judy he had taken me back to the motel. He also said he and I were going to have a couple of drinks, so he might be a little late coming back, depending on just how much a couple turned out. He left the note on the bar in the kitchen, and we headed for the motel.
When we got inside my motel room, I quickly slammed the door shut behind me and reached for Jeff. "Come here," I told him. "I want to hold you in my arms."
"God, I've wanted to do this all day," Jeff sighed as he went into my arms.
For a moment neither of us spoke a word. Just the feel of our arms wrapped around each other was all we needed. Then suddenly Jeff pulled away and his lips met mine. Our tongues crawled inside in search of each other. From the moment our lips met, our cocks began to grow. The harder we kissed, the bigger our cocks became.
Jeff broke the kiss off. "Fuck me, Brian," he said.
I was ready. My cock was more than ready. I had never moved quicker than I did at that moment, and suddenly I was naked, my cock hard, pointing out from my cock fur, and already dripping. I was ready to bury deep inside Jeff's tight furry ass. He was definitely ready for me.
"I want you on your back," I said. "I want to see your face as I fuck you."
As Jeff crawled on the bed on his back, his furry chest and hairy cock catching my eye, I quickly reached for the bottle of lube. I coated my dick heavily with the gel and then put a glob up his ass. I worked it inside his hairy hole coating the insides of his love tunnel with the slippery stuff. I threw the bottle on the floor and fell between Jeff's legs.
Jeff moaned as the tip of my cock pressed against his hole. "God, yeah, fuck me, Brian. I've missed your cock inside me."
My slick dick slipped easily inside him and suddenly the thick brown hair around my cock caressed Jeff's furry balls. I was buried all the way inside. Jeff felt ever inch of my thick cock, and he pressed forward into me.
"Fuck me," he cried out.
I really wanted him, and I wanted him bad. I started working my cock in and out of his ass. I fucked him hard, demanding all his ass had to give. I pounded his hole, slammed his body, and in a matter of minutes, I literally fucked the cum out of him. As I drove my cock in and out his cock suddenly swelled up, and I knew he was about to shoot his creamy load.
"I'm going to cum," he screamed out.
I fucked him harder, and as the first rope of cum shot out from his cock, I sprayed my first wave of cream deep inside his wet ass. It was awesome both of us cumming at the same time. I continued filling his ass with my cream, and Jeff shot a thick hot load between us.
A short time later, both of us drained, I lay on top of Jeff, the wet matted tangles of our chest hair blending in together. My cock was still buried inside his hole surrounded in all of my cum, and I lay there feeling his heart beat against my body. We remained liked that for some time.
I must have fallen asleep. I suddenly heard my name.
"Huh?"
Jeff laughed. "Taking a nap are you?"
I raised up and looked at Jeff. My cock suddenly slipped out of his leaking hole. "I must have. Sorry." I lay down beside him, my body touching his.
"It's okay, I sort of liked you sleeping in that position."
I certainly had no complaints," I laughed.
For a while we didn't speak. It felt so nice just to have the time to be together that words weren't needed.
Finally I said, "It has been a really great day, Jeff. This morning here in the motel was wonderful, and the wedding and the festivities, well, they couldn't have been better."
Jeff grinned and asked, "How about tonight in the motel? Have you found that enjoyable as well?"
I reached over and gave one of his nips a twist. "What do you think, Shithead?"
"I wouldn't know, Jerko. Why don't you show me?"
"I was thinking the same thing. For starters, I want to feel that hard cock of yours buried inside my ass."
"Get me hard, and I'll give you the fuck of your life."
"I can do that."
I moved down the bed and reached for Jeff cock with my hand. I gently played with it a bit enjoying the feel of the stick cum that was on it. Then I leaned down and buried my nose in the middle of his matted bush. I took a deep breath, savoring the rich smell of cum that was spread through the black matted hair. I stuck out my tongue and began licking the shaft, holding his cock between my fingers as I cleaned him up good, leaving no cum on his cock. As I took the head inside my mouth I felt him begin to grow again, and in another minute or so he was standing at full attention once more. I continued licking him, lapping the head of his dick as if it were a big scoop of ice cream.
"Fuck, that feels good," he moaned.
I went up and down his shaft, and each time I buried my nose in the thick black curls at the base of his cock, another drop of pre cum went down the back of my throat. I knew he was ready to fuck me.
"Fuck me, Jeff," I ordered. "I want your cock inside me."
I reached for the bottle of lube on the floor. I squeezed a thick glob out into my hand and began rubbing it on his dick. Each time I massaged his pole, coating him with the gel, Jeff would moan.
Then I worked a thick coat of the slippery stuff inside my opening and crawled onto the bed. I got on my knees and with my hands, spread my furry cheeks. "Give me that cock," I said.
I felt the bed move as Jeff moved in behind me. I felt the head of his dick as it began to tease my hairy opening. "Come on, fuck the shit out of me," I cried.
I felt the tip of Jeff's dick enter me, and suddenly without any warning, he was buried deep inside me. I could feel this black sticky bush pressed tightly against my cheeks as he began working in and out of my hole.
"God, I love feeling that thick bush grind against me as you fuck my ass," I moaned. "It's so fucking hot."
"Shit, your ass feels so good. I could fuck you all night long."
"Pound me. Give me that hard cock, Jeff."
As Jeff fucked my wet dripping hole, he put his hands on my hips and pulled me hard into him, driving his cock even deeper inside me. I could feel his wet sticky bush even more so as he pounded me hard, slamming his heavy balls between my legs. My cock had been hard ever since he had entered me, and suddenly I knew I was going to shoot another load.
"Fuck, Jeff, I'm going to shoot again." I shivered and the first spurt flew out of my dick and landed on the bed. On the second rope that flew out of me, my ass muscles clamped down onto Jeff's thick cock, and I heard him groan from behind me.
"I'm filling your ass, Brian. Take my load."
I forced my body back into him, and with my ass muscles, I sucked his complete load out. It flew everywhere inside my ass. It felt so fucking good as his hot creamy load filled me.
Jeff thrust one last hard fuck motion inside me and leaned over into me, his chest against my back, his cock still planted deeply inside my ass.
"Fuck, Brian, that was so hot," he said.
I wiggled my ass underneath him. We both heard a gurgle as the cum swished around inside me. "It was fucking awesome," I agreed. "You certainly know how to fuck," I praised.
"You ain't so bad yourself," he said.
Jeff soon pulled out of me. I lay down on the bed, and he got next to me, our skin touching. It seemed as if we were always touching some where, some place. We both loved the feeling it gave us.
Jeff looked at me and grinned. "You know what I think?"
"What's that?"
"I think I've had way too much to drink, and I don't think I need to be driving. What do you think?"
I suddenly felt very giddish inside. "I agree, and as your friend, I don't see how I can let you leave here and drive home. Not if I'm the good friend I'm suppose to be," I added.
"Well, you definitely have my best interests at heart."
"What about Judy?"
"Why do you think I left that note? I had this planned all along."
"You do think of everything, don't you?"
"I try."
With cum still in us, we pulled the covers up and fell into an exhausted sleep, our arms wrapped around each other.