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Drifting
Part 2
I had so much fun for the remainder of that term while everyone got used to the old Matt Pearson re-emerging. I had to get in one hell of a lot of ball practice to get back into the football team, but I had a great helper. My grades started to climb again because I worked all my assignments happily with my soul mate to bounce ideas and problems off. My old mates started to come round and of course were full of questions. I would just look shyly at them and say I had a personality disorder that had been sorted. We nearly lost it on that one, Jamie had to leave the room he couldn't keep it together.
That afternoon when we got up to my room we fell into each other's arms and were almost hysterical as Jamie in his most serious voice said, "I had a slight personality disorder, like I'm fucking queer."
Then we looked into each other's eyes and fell onto the bed for cuddles before doing our assignments.
"I love you so much Mattie, I wish I had told you before."
"Yeah, same with me. I can't believe the best looking guy in the school is my boyfriend."
"Flatterer, you're only saying that because it's true."
He giggled and I thanked the Lord that we had found each other before I topped myself , or something.
Because Mum and Dad were so supportive we were able to set up a proper routine. We usually had a few cuddles and kisses while we got out of school clothes, Jamie kept a set of sweats in my room to change into. We settled down to our assignments then working together always as we were studying the same subjects. Mum geared dinner to be after we had finished and showered, always together and always cumming in the shower from each other's hands. After dinner was our loving time. We would make gentle love to each other for ages before another shower and for Jamie, back into school uniform and home.
His excuse to his parents for being at my house all the time was a goody. He had younger siblings who of course were a bit noisy so he said he studied at my house because we could do it in peace. His grades were great, so his parents allowed it, plus at sixteen he could actually legally leave if he wanted to. I got on well with his Mum and Dad so we didn't have a problem for ages.
Second year sixth and we were both on our way to first class results so no problem getting our first choice university. Both of us were first team football players and school athletes in the summer. Parents happy, life was good, so I suppose it was inevitable we would get careless. So stupid, so dumb.
Both of us had gone to the toilet between lessons one day. Jamie was feeling a little amorous so just as we were leaving he pulled me into a cuddle and kissed me full on the lips. Eyes closed, we didn't hear the door open, just the gasp as someone saw what we were doing. We pulled away and looked in shock at the guy. A junior, but he knew us. Everyone at school knew us, we were first team footballers, the school heroes.
"Don't you dare say a word about this boy." Jamie glared at him and then we left.
Of course it was all round the school by the end of the day. We tried to slow it off by saying we had been fooling around. Not convincing enough I guess. Everyone had seen how tight Jamie and I had become and just let the news of our kissing be the mind set for their conclusion which of course was correct.
"You and Jamie are a couple of Homos aren't you Matt?"
I laughed, unfortunately it was a nervous laugh so my "Nah, we're just good friends," didn't ring true.
Mixed reactions really. A lot of it was very positive from both boys and girls. The girls were upset at losing the chance to date two of the sexiest men in the sixth and the guys were just tickled that these two jock football players were queer. Unfortunately there were enough homophobes to make life uncomfortable. The word got back to Jamie's family via one of his siblings who was at school with us in the juniors.
The next day when he got home, as usual quite late his Dad confronted him.
"You will not mix with that boy any more. I expect to see you in this house immediately after school every day."
That was Jamie's Dad when he heard.
"Sorry Dad, that isn't going to happen. I love Matt, I'm not going to change and nor is he. We are going to be together forever. Now, the same university, the same town for our careers, if we're lucky even the same firm."
"Well, I'm not having a little queer infecting my other children so you get out and don't come back."
No problem for Jamie, independent bastard. He picked up his personal gear and threw it in his back pack, found a large box and packed a load of his clothes and other gear in it and said he would collect it the next day. Took his bike and cycled to the park. Thank God it was still nice because he slept on a bench. When he arrived at school the next day he looked like shit. I followed him to the toilet talking to him.
"You look like you slept in your clothes last night, and your breaths awful, did you get up late this morning."
"I did sleep in my clothes, my breath smells because I haven't cleaned my teeth, give me time."
We walked into the toilet and he went straight to a basin, ran some water and produced his toilet kit. He washed, cleaned his teeth, stripped to the waist and digging a clean shirt from his pack got dressed again. He put the dirty one away with his toilet gear, produced his assignments and then turned to face me a huge grin on his face.
"There we go, good as new. Let's go before we're late for class."
As we walked I talked.
"What's going on Jamie, this is weird."
"Yeah, well it will probably get weirder. My old man heard about us and threw me out because I wouldn't drop you."
Fuck, I nearly wet my pants with the shock. Jamie didn't appear to be worried but I was. I wondered where he would live, who would look after him, all the usual mundane domestic crap. No guessing who was going to run the domestic side of our lives as we grew older. Of course my brain was running on overload by end of first period. I dodged Jamie and rang Mum at work. I filled her in very quickly and asked if Jamie could live with us for a while at least. No problem, she would talk to Dad.
Happy bunny in second period, picked up by Jamie.
"What are you so happy about all of a sudden?"
"You're going to come and live with me, Mum said so."
He looked surprised, then pleased and then stubborn.
"No way I'm not sponging off your family."
"Yes way, unless you have a better plan."
"I'm working on it."
We didn't discuss it any more until school ended.
"I'm sorry Mattie, I'm dropping out of school and going to look for a job."
I was shattered.
"No you aren't. We've got less than a year to go before Uni. You are coming with me."
"No Mattie I have to work."
I couldn't budge him so I waited until Mum and Dad were home. Neither of us had done assignments because Jamie wasn't going to and I wouldn't without him.
I told Mum and Dad the story and Dad said with no equivocation.
"You'll live here then Jamie until you both go to University."
"No I won't Mr. Pearson but I would appreciate it if we could collect my stuff from home and you keep it until I have somewhere more permanent."
He wouldn't budge so we went over to Jamie's house. Dad tried reasoning with his Dad and got a mouth full of abuse. Jamie was given no choice but to stay the night, Dad just simply locked his bike up and took all his clothes except the sweats we always changed into.
"You're staying tonight, we'll talk again tomorrow."
We slept together and it was hell. I was so worried I couldn't get a hard on. We cuddled all night. I know because I never slept a wink. Next morning Mum and Dad left for work telling Jamie we would continue our discussion tonight. Jamie said under his breath, I shan't be here. I heard it Dad didn't.
Time for school and I didn't move.
"You're going to be late Mattie."
"No I'm not, you drop out, I drop out. You go looking for a job so do I."
He didn't like that.
"You have to, you're going to Uni."
"Only if you do."
He shouted and raged, threatened me, told me he didn't love me anymore and this was his chance to get away from me. I laughed at him. When he calmed down I sat him down and started talking to him.
"Jamie, when you told me you loved me you took me out of the spiral that would almost certainly have meant next year I wouldn't have the grades to go to Uni. If you leave me now the same thing is going to happen. I love you so much I `m no good without you. Either I'm with you or I'm dead."
He looked shocked.
"I mean it Jamie, I'm not going through those years again. If you hadn't told me you loved me about the time you did I was about ready to end it."
"I don't believe you Mattie."
I shrugged, "Believe what you like."
Nothing more was said as Jamie watched me make breakfast and then dump myself in front of the TV. He was patently lost. When I thought he was going to burst with frustration I looked up at him and said.
"TV's pretty awful during the day isn't it? Want to help me with last night's assignments?'
He grinned. "Yeah, why not."
I looked at our time table. We had missed a Math class, a computer class and two free study periods. If we went in after lunch the damage limitation would be pretty good.
"I'll phone the school and tell them we'll pick up our afternoon classes shall I?"
He shrugged.
Explanation was that we had a domestic crisis at home so we had missed the morning. We both turned in our assignments and said we would read up what we had missed before the next lesson. Good students, good sportsmen, our excuse was accepted.
That night Dad laid it out for Jamie. I knew then why I loved my Dad so much. He was astute and he loved me to pieces.
"I respect that you want to be independent and the last thing you want to do is sponge off your lover's family so here's a plan if you will accept it so that you can stay in school. Sue and I will work out how much it costs us to keep Matt. We will deduct from that the meals that you take here anyway. The remainder of the expense we will bill you for. If you want your own bedroom you can have it but we'll bill you rent. If you stay with Matt there is no charge because you are costing us nothing extra. I'll employ you at weekends doing jobs round this house and pay you what you earn so that you have pocket money. Your studying will take priority over everything else the same as Matt. Ok so far?"
"How do I pay my weekly bill?"
"You don't. You'll just have a slightly bigger student loan to pay off when you finish your degree."
Jamie thought about it, knew he had to stay with me or be responsible for me dropping out.
He looked a little annoyed at Dad and me. "You two have stitched me up haven't you?"
Dad smiled and replied, "Only a little Jamie, two reasons, most importantly is our son's future, secondly we genuinely love having you around. If you are going to stay, would you like to call Sue and I by our first names or Mum and Dad if you like. We have the feeling we are going to be your in laws when you are eighteen anyway."
Jamie nodded and I saw a tear. He was in my arms in a milli-second. I hugged him and told him how much I loved him. He looked up at my parents with the tears still there.
"Thanks Mum and Dad, why can't my parents be like you?"
He was patently sad at the loss of his family but we soon had my Jamie back. Our routine varied a bit now. Most days Jamie tried to see at least one of his siblings. They knew the score and were happy to see us. The rotten thing was them having to lie to their parents, we didn't like that but Jamie had to have that contact. Mickie was easy because he was at our school. We used to help him with his homework at lunch time most days and catch the other's as they left school. I had passed my driving test and Mum and Dad had bought me a car. They gave me an extra allowance for petrol because they knew what I was doing for Jamie and his siblings. It was a bit of a strain but Jamie was happy and to me that was the most important thing in the world.
I suppose we were lucky. We got away with it until our last term. His Dad decided to meet the youngest one day when we were doing the same. It was really sad, the fallout from that. He got a court order forbidding Jamie getting within a mile of any of the kids and moved Mickie to another school. It affected Jamie quite badly and in the event he only just made our first place university. Mainly thanks to our headmaster puting in a good word.
That last summer was awful, Jamie was so sad, our love making suffered and our love came under strain for the second time. We rode out the emotional storm at Uni and came home for Christmas holidays.
Dad gave Jamie a court paper. The banning order had been lifted and he had been given visitation rights like a divorced father got.
We were both in shock. "How on earth did you get this Dad?"
He grinned and just said, "Don't ask."
Jamie's Dad was so disgusted he just threw in the towel. He did his job shift every day over Christmas making him very popular with his colleagues and his family because they all came to us, including his Mum. It was great and my Mum and Dad pulled out all the stops to make it good.
Mickie was fourteen now and he sat down with Jamie and I one afternoon to talk about Gay Things, as he put it.
"I think I might be gay as well Jamie, how can I be sure?"
Good opener if you want to shock someone, even your big gay brother.
We talked about it and by the end of the talk we were pretty sure Mickie was one of us.
"If you find someone to love Mickie, keep it under wraps until you are on the way to University, your lover might not have a family like Matt's and then you lose out for the rest of your life. It might be hard but your future is worth being careful about."
We kept in contact regularly and everything appeared to be ok. The next holiday Jamie and I got married, well, we went through the civil ceremony, the same as a marriage they just didn't call it that. Mum and Dad's present to us was an open ended check to pay off our student loans. We would start work with no debt, we knew we were lucky.
Mickie found a boy friend when he was sixteen, the same as Jamie and I had been so there was a big worry cloud there. We knew how the raging hormones affected us, we wanted to be in each other's pants all the time. Whenever we were home from Uni there was no problem we let them use my bedroom for their sexual release but we worried about them during term time. My bed really took a pounding, Mickie and his boyfriend during the day and Jamie and I every night. Mum and Dad would have gone ballistic if they knew what we were allowing in their home.
Jamie and I were indulging in the best sex I could remember ever during Uni. During the holidays my double bed was heaven for us, I guess the fact that we were both bloody sexy looking guys didn't hurt on the lust front, couple that with the fact that to me Jamie was the nicest guy in the world and I guess I was for him.
We both still played footie at Uni and did athletics so our bodies were very tight and we exuded good health in huge amounts. To me Jamie was awesome. His soft blond curls on top of a classic, high cheek boned visage, coupled with deep blue eyes turned heads all the time. His six foot frame was broad shouldered, slim waisted and with his snake hips emphasised a truly cute butt. I was slightly shorter and quite a bit slimmer, not quite willowy I guess but good muscle definition with a more rounded butt than Jamie's. My hair was dark and I had brown eyes but they were expressive and some people said my best feature. I know they exuded love for Jamie but at Uni no one appeared to worry about it.
What we had between our legs pleased both of us. Nothing huge but Jamie's cut seven incher reamed out my insides beautifully. The only time he went over the second barrier was if he doubled me over too far in the missionary position, every other position allowed me to take him without that spike of pain, it was always heaven. When I did him it wasn't quite as good because I knew when I got too enthusiastic I hurt him. I hit his second barrier at about six inches which meant I penetrated that far and more whatever position we made love in. I was quite proud of my uncut monster but I would have happily lost a couple of inches to give Jamie the same pleasure he gave me. I guess that was why I was more of a bottom than a top. He told me that 69ing was the best for him because he loved having so much to play with. Good for my ego I guess, but I don't think he realised how magnificent his cock felt when it slid over my sphincter. He loved the missionary position, he said it was because he loved to watch my eyes. No argument from me it was wonderful to just lay there and only have to move my hips and work my muscles to give him pleasure.
We thought Mickie and his boy friend were not coming over one afternoon and decided to indulge ourselves. We were just at that point where we were trying to make it last a little longer, Jamie was inside me and I was in heaven.
"Slow it down lover I want you inside me forever."
I was pushing my hips up on each of his in strokes raising myself off the bed. Jamie was just able to take my glans in his mouth so we were in that position, just holding it for a few seconds when the door opened and Mickie and Paul walked in. Their jaws nearly hit the floor. My monster was as perfectly displayed as it possibly could be and looked even better when Jamie let it fall back onto my belly. At the same time he pulled out of me and they both got a good look at his seven incher.
Mickie was the first to speak.
"You lucky fucker Matt, that cock is awesome, please let me pleasure it while Jamie finishes what he started."
I wasn't embarrassed, in fact I thought it was funny. I looked at Jamie who had a resigned look on his face. He had been caught by his little brother who knew he was gay so no point in getting antsy.
"Might as well Jamie, I really want you to finish me and these little buggers won't give us any peace to do it otherwise."
Jamie shrugged and eased back into me. Mickie was across the room in a flash and took me in his mouth. Christ, the kid was good, he had me cumming in very quick time and my gluts tensing took Jamie over the top as well. As he went soft he rolled off me and the two younger boys just stood scoping out our groins.
"Oh fuck Jamie that was a first, doing it for an audience but I loved it. I love you."
I kissed him then and we snuggled as I talked to Mickie and Paul.
"Ok, you've had your entertainment, now what do you want to do?"
Mickie looked at Paul and got a nod.
"We want to do what you two have been doing, you can stay and watch if you like."
Jamie and I looked at each other and laughed.
"To bloody right I'm going to watch." Jamie said grinning all over his face. "Should be interesting seeing if my little brother has what it takes."
Scene set and I was rampant again. Mickie kept looking at it as he and Paul got undressed.
"If I'm a good boy Jamie will you let Matt ream out my arse with that, it looks amazing?"
That kind of gave us the idea Mickie was a bottom.
Jamie was shocked though at the thought of me fucking his little brother.
"Just get on with what you are doing," was his blunt reply.
Jamie and I leaked enough precum to float a boat I think. Watching Paul make love to Mickie was incredible. It was so obvious that they loved each other and Paul had a very neat technique for turning Mickie on when he was penetrating him. He only had an average size penis but knew how to use it to make Mickie squeal with pleasure. Both boys had really cute butts and I noticed Jamie showing a lot of interest in Paul's.
When they had both orgasmed and were settling down Jamie whispered to me, "Why don't I agree you can make love to Mickie, provided I can ream out Paul's cute butt."
I grinned but said seriously. "I'm gutted, you've just been waiting for an opportunity to be unfaithful to me. I hate you."
He grinned right back at me. "Yeah, and what makes it worse is it's almost incest with us being married and Mickie and Paul heading the same way."
We put it to the two of them and Paul looked at Jamie's cock a little apprehensively. I couldn't understand why, he and Mickie were almost the same length and thickness.
Mickie spoke up, "Please Paul that would be so exciting."
Paul blushed and looking at Jamie said, "You will be gentle won't you because I'm a virgin, anally."
We both looked shocked until Mickie spoke up.
"I'm totally passive bro so no one has ever fucked Paul. I know he has a cute butt and I do love to play with it but I've never stuck anything in it."
Wow, lucky Jamie, he was going to have another virgin hole to ream out. Mind you, Mickie was just a younger version of Jamie so I was going to be lucky as well. We did it, spending almost as much time watching the other pair as we did each other. It was a serious turn on for me fucking Mickie and watching Jamie fuck Paul. I had never been able to see that part of sex but seeing Jamie's cock actually sliding into Paul took me over the top for a massive orgasm just as Mickie reached overload as well. That was the most incredible orgasm I think I ever had and set the tone for several holidays. We had lots of foursomes and it didn't appear to affect our relationships adversely.
Five years after my huge trauma over my love for Jamie we walked off with our degrees. Mickie and Paul were at Uni and got married. Boy did that ever cause a tsunami in the Oliver household, their Dad went absolutely ballistic. The funny thing was that all Jamie and Mickie's other siblings told their father that they were seeing us and intended to continue to do so. No more gay brothers or sisters turned up though so by the time Jamie and I hit thirty we were back on speaking and visiting terms with Jamie's family. I was pleased, boys needed their Dad's however old they were, I know I still hugged mine whenever we went home and discussed problems with him as well. We were lucky and that luck stretched into our working lives. We built a beautiful home for ourselves and slowly furnished it, a room at a time in expensive and tasteful things. Our bedroom had a double bed, a hanging rack and boxes for clothes for a couple of years before we had a designer fit it out for us when it became an incredibly luxurious love nest. Mickie and Paul came over to help us christen it, te, he, he. Well they were still cute even in their late twenties.
Life had turned out good for Jamie and I and I loved him more each year knowing he had the good sense to sort me out when I was sixteen. Mum and Dad had always been great parents and continued to be until the day they died. Jamie's family were good to have around as well. With no siblings of my own Jamie's were a delight. His Dad remained a little cold towards us but the remainder of the family more than made up for that.
Paul and Mickie, like Jamie and I had married and apart from our mutual romps remained monogamous.
Not much else to say about my life really, I knew how lucky I was and never wasted that knowledge doing anything silly.