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THe HaRDee BoYs 01 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Jared?"
"You're in college now Jason. It's time to come out of your cocoon?" Jared, his hand on his brother's shoulder, sharing some formerly classified information, one in which he has enjoyed the freedom of revealing to others during his freshman year of college, "why don't you go on and admit it," and he covered some words from a song, which he rocked at a club, "that you wish your boyfriend were gay like me?"
"What the hell are you insinuating bro? That I'm Gay? How can I be gay? You're gay!"
Cracking a wide smile, Jared replies, "You know Jase," he spoke in a brotherly manner, going off on a tangent, based on fact, "there's been proven research in which it has been concluded, there is a possibility there could be more than one sibling within the family structure, which are gay?" He waited for his brother's response.
"I know."
"You know?" Jared says, his hand coming off Jason's shoulder like it had touched a prickly cactus.
In a dorm room at Finster School of the Arts and Sciences, the brothers' man to man talk began to blossom.
Speaking with a pouty tone, Jason says, in a totally different direction, "I suppose I was being a real coward when you came out."
"Coward? How would that go?" Jared replies. Realizing he should have opened a window an hour ago, as he and his brother finished hauling gear up the dorm stairway, Jared reaches back and pulls his tee shirt off over his head, a cool rush relieving the sweat. He tosses it on the bed.
"Um, that's 'my' bed you tossed your smelly shirt on."
"Oh yeah. See that? A year away from home and I forget about how impeccably sterile your environment has to be. I hope you're not going to be 'Mr. Clean' around here too? This is college life you know? Things get dirty and..."
"Will you shut-the-fuck up about the clean stuff?" Jason replies adamantly.
Perhaps Jared's ongoing spill about growing up, sharing a room with somebody who could be termed a perfectionist, maybe it was nerves which drove him on.
Then, with silence filling the dorm room, Jason shares, using the direct approach, "I'm gay Jare and I'm a woos for not coming out the same time you did. After you told mom and dad... The way they reacted I was scared-shit they would treat me the same way. I'm sorry." He stood there, head bowed in a humble manner.
He stepped close to Jason, but didn't connect bods. First thing Jared thought of was the cleanliness aspect. Sweating like a pig as they brought the last of Jason's belongings up to their shared dorm room, he had it in mind his brother would not like to have 'the smell of a farmyard pig' latching on to him. Then he thought, 'What the hell'.
However, he should have made up his mind two seconds prior. Instead, Jason lifts his head to place on his brother's shoulder, caressing him.
At first the brotherly affection caught him off guard, but instantaneously Jared's hands went to his brother's torso and wander around the back, imitating Jason, bringing the two into an intimate hug.
"Will you ever be able to forgive me, Jare?"
"There's nothing to forgive," Jared tenderly renders.
They still hugged, but Jason backed away from his brother's chest, dividing them from the pecs, up. As they confronted each other visually, Jason replies, "But I could've come out too and instead of mom and dad dispising you, we both could have been treated... unfairly. I'm sorry they favored me instead of you. I guess I was being a real asshole."
Smiling, Jared tries to lighten the atmosphere, telling, "Yeah, you were truly being a 'real' asshole Jase!"
He backed off, Jason taking Jared's statement literally.
But Jared, seeing the evil of his ways, treating the subject lightly, wouldn't let their bods separate, saying, "I guess I'm being the asshole now. Y'know, I don't mean to put myself on a pedestal, but it took a lot for a guy of sixteen to come out to folks who believed in..." Jared searched for a way of putting it, "...same-sex stuff?"
"Yeah, like I said, I'm a real coward."
They relax their grip and stand there in conversation, Jared trying to shed some comfort, "You know you're not the only gay dude in the world who has had these feelings?"
"It doesn't matter."
"And why wouldn't it?" Jared asks, placing a hand on his hip, resting his weight on one foot, which sets his stance off balance.
Then, like a revelation, Jason exclaims, "I can't fuckin' believe it!"
"What don't you believe?" Jared's eyebrows raise, the other hand going to his other hip as he readjusts his attitude.
"It just came to me... about what they were always telling us!"
Jared remembers a lot of things their parents told them. Some were good, others were teenage related things in which teens usually got the attitude, 'do-I-have-to?' stuff.
"Don't you remember mom and dad telling us when we were little kids that everybody is different? Oh man, what a couple fuckin' hypocrites!"
They both discover how their parents' seemed apply live by principles, but the flaw about loving unconditionally wasn't upheld.
Seeing it Jason's way, a smile creased Jared's lips as he replies, "Now that you mention it bro, I can see the correlation. Yeah, what a fuckin' crock, but you know what?"
"What?" Jason inquires, deeply into hearing his brother out.
"Those were different times. You and me, we're out in the world now and it's a different world out here than when we were at home. Me, I learned a lot of stuff my first year old college." And to lift the heavy subject matter off both their shoulders, "One thing being there's a lot of 'hot' guys around here!"
"As hot as you?" Jason asks, lightening up his attitude with a faint smile.
Flicking his eyebrows up and down, Jared replies, "I turn you on, do I?" He backs up, placing a hand behind his head, flashing his dark-haired armpit, displaying his shirtless bod.
A smile turning into a full-fledged grin, Jason says, "I have another confession to make?"
Dropping his arm, Jared states the facts, which will surprise Jason, "Back home when we roomed together your eyes were always on me when I stripped, you loved watching me come out of the shower with the towel around my waist, um... you always jerked off thinking of me in the raw and right now, thinking about what I've said to you, you want to fall to your knees and suck me off?" He stopped, tongue in cheek, wondering if everything he said was true.
Jason confesses, "Well, mostly. Um, the part about falling to my knees and sucking you off... I don't think that'll ever happen. Besides, I don't think it's right gay brothers should do stuff together."
"Oh man bro, you've got a 'lot' to learn at college," Jared returns lightheartedly. Reaching forward, his hand tucking into Jason's pants, right at the belt buckle, he brings their bods into colliding. "There's no law that says brothers who love each other can't show their affection?"
His arms at his sides, Jason didn't know what to think or expect. In reality, he frankly just did not know.
They stood there for a few seconds. Jason, with an astounded look on his face, Jared with promiscuous thoughts, brought his right hand up to meet his left. "But I can see you're unaccepting, so I guess I'll just have to prove it to you!"
As it went, through most of their lives, till Jared packed up and went off to college, Jason always looked up to his brother. With his own 'secret life', he wanted to confide in him and now, as Jared loosened his belt buckle, he nervously states, "I always wanted to come out to you. I thought I would after you came out to mom and dad?"
Feeding the belt through the buckle, Jared reinforces, "You were scared. You felt you had to protect yourself."
"What'd you do that for?" Jason's words deviate from Jared's train of thought, when his belt is rapidly pulled from the loops.
"I dunno. It's sexy!"
"Oh. I'll have to remember that," Jason accepts it as his brother throws the belt on the bed, a hand on the button of his bro's jeans.
Recollecting, as Jared unbuttons the metallic fastener and starts dividing the zipper, "Hey! Wasn't it dad who was always saying, 'if you can't bring Mohammad to the mountain, you have to bring the mountain to Mohammad?"
Giggling, Jason says as he pays watchful attention to his lower half, Jared working his jeans open, spreading the flaps from clenched around his torso, "Yeah and it was mom who always was correcting him," Jason changing the inflection of his voice to resemble their mother, "'Jesus said, God said, if a person has enough faith in God, and told the mountain to move, it would get off it's ass and move!"
"Ahem," Jared responds as he pulls his brother's jeans down to his ankles, "I don't think mom, Jesus or God ever said it like that!"
Right now it didn't interest Jason, him replying, "Um, like what the hell do you think you're doing, bro?" He looked down upon Jared's swimmers build.
Glancing up at his brother, Jared says, "You didn't think I was peeling you like a banana to hit the showers?"
His brother gulped when Jared put his thumbs inside the elastic of his Hanes tightey-whitey's, "Like, what are you going to do?"
Like predicting Jason's future, Jared says, "If you ever need some quick service," he nudges Jason's briefs down to almost the barrel of his cock, on purpose massaging it with the elastic band, "you know you have me to always fall back on?" Literally thinking, it would work the other way around!
Not fighting the feeling, Jason replies, "Um, like if anything, given I should be on 'my' knees... I mean it's like, I should like.." he was flustered to say the least, Jason trying to get the point across, offering himself up for forgiveness, but at the same time getting a hot, erotic fit at watching and feeling his own brother squatting down.
Freezing, Jared looks up at his brother, "Honestly bro?"
Jason shrugged his shoulders like, 'he don't know'.
"Frankly bro? I think we're going to have boys trying to break down the door for a hot fuck!"
"Huh?"
"Trust me, Jase?"
"Um, yeah... sure... I always have..." Jason wanted to say more, but rather nervous, he didn't fight the feeling, surrendering himself to his brother's unfrozen hands.
And when Jared finished unveiling his brother's teen tool, he exclaims, "Damn bro! How'd you pass me up?"
"What the hell does that mean?" Jason put it to him. He also had it on his mind, the feeling of his own brother's hand laying underneath his half set erection, like a platter. It felt mighty strange, but good and since Jared asked for a bond of trust, he went with it.
An instant smile on Jared's lips, perhaps a bit of the devil mixed in, he rises from his squatting position, his hand undoing his own belt.
"What are you doing?"
Instead of explaining his intentions, Jared says, "I don't know how you managed to do it bro, but I'm real curious, to say the least!"
On his face, Jason showed a tremendous lack of understanding.
"You'll see," Jared replies.
It became a tense moment, Jason this time staring at his brother's waist, tongue in cheek, watching Jared with haste, unbuckle his belt, with speed undo his jeans, exercise his quads to bring his pants down to his ankles, pop up, mimic the same action to bring his briefs down. Jason did also take notice of the comparison, his Hanes to his brother's low rise briefs. When they were 'up', he did notice how far the ridge was away from his brother's navel!
When he backed away from Jared's hand on his cock, Jared's cock in his bro's other hand, he asks, "Whoa bro, what're you gonna do?"
"I thought you were going to trust me?"
As normal, being left-handed, Jared held his cock in his left hand, ever-so-slowly stroking it up.
Finding it tough to find the words to express, Jason stuttered, "I was...am, but..."
Stepping the few feet forwards, towards his bro, Jared puts it to him, "Look, are you going to trust me or not?"
From his reaction, Jason stood almost at attention. Giving in, slacking his shoulders, he replies, "Yeah, sure... whatever." He was on pins and needles, his upper row of teeth clenching his lower lips in anticipation, as his brother took up his cock in hand. He didn't say anything, but real nervous as Jared stepped in further.
Jared was almost hard. Jason was already hard, as Jared took hold of his shaft once more.
With his hands parked on his torso, Jason, in trust, looked down as his brother moved his cock in closer. "Like, what.. are you.. going to.. do?" came his nervous response.
Not answering, Jared followed through on his intentions, looking up at Jason's face, then back down when their cocks touched.
"Ohhh-h-h-h-h-damn-Jare!" Jason expelled as air rushed into his mouth, a response to the barrels lining up. He exhaled.
Giggling, having been around the block a few times in already experiencing having his cock lined up with some other dude's hard shaft, Jared says, "Feels good, huh?"
Placing Jason's cock in the same hand he had his own, his brother groans, "Ohh-h-h-h it feels soo-o damn good!"
Jared's smile changed to a toothy grin, watching his younger brother respond to the massaging of both their cocks, his head dropping back, him seeing the underside of Jason's chin.
"Nice, huh?"
"An understatement," spoken softly, Jason still cooing out with gutteral sounds.
Then, after developing a play by play agenda, he reaches behind Jason's head with his free hand and leans in.
"What-tha-f...." Not being able to complete his thoughts, Jason's eyes were wide open, as opposed to Jared's closed eyes, his brother forcing their mouths together.
Breaking off, Jared makes comment, "At least you can do, is put some feeling into it?"
And countering his brother's actions, "All this is so fuckin' new to me... how am I supposed to..."
To shut him up, Jared sought the only way possible, repeating his actions, while he still kept a grip on both of them.
This time around, Jason found instead of surprise, a warm feeling. Probably because he was being stimulated from the lower half of his bod, his top half kicked in, changing his standing position to first putting his hands on Jared's hips, then working them around the back. In no time Jason was getting the hang of it, and even followed his brother's lead to stick his tongue inside his mouth!
From there on little was said. As if each knew their destiny, Jared cut off the cock action and waltzed Jason over to his bed. The two separating, it was Jason taking the lead, saying, "I want to show you what you can be in store for, for the next four years."
"Three," Jason corrects him.
Getting it, him a sophomore, Jason a freshman, Jared says of it, "Hey, I in attend on going all the way and get my master's degree?"
Instead of answering, Jason's head hit the pillow and he succumbed to his brother's tantalizing. He wet his lips, still savoring the afterglow of their kissing. Finally feeling comfortable with trusting his brother completely, he opted for placing his hands behind his head.
It made him smile when Jared says, "God you're beautiful bro," proceeding to remove Jason's sneakers without untying them, going straight for the jeans and briefs. Then, before he kneeled on the mattress, Jared depantsed himself. "Oh now... this has 'got' to go!"
His arms were already in the up position, so it was of little imposition for Jason to allow Jared to remove his tee shirt. However, he was slightly surprised when Jared lay completely on top of him, feeling their skins make contact, and while their arms were fully extended, Jared taking advantage of the moment to seal their lips once more.
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