This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If youare too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindif story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me!
Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)
Mary -- My mom
Tom -- My father.
Gilbert Blank -- Friend from Woodland
Joey Gray -- Gilbert's "little brother"
Bobby Pepper -- New friend
Arlo Gates - Orienteer
Randy Samson -- Arlo's roomie
James Samson (Jay) Randy's adopted brother and ... My Twin!
... From Chapter 12:
"It's time to get up and at `em, boys." Said my brother's father gently. "Geez -- I can't tell which of you is which!"
Jay grinned up at his father and said, pointing back at me -- "I'm his brother!"
Laughing, his dad said, "Well, breakfast will be in about 15. I'll get out now and give you some privacy."
He closed the door. Jay turned toward me and said, "Thanks for scooting away so quickly. I think I'd rather tell him than have him find out by mistake!"
I came closer and kissed him and grabbed for what I was certain would be his morning wood. I was not disappointed. He reciprocated. Without as much as a word, we both got the other off. When we were done, he grabbed a cum rag from a side table, and cleaned us both up. I thanked him with a kiss.
"We probably shouldn't sleep together again while we are here -- especially after I tell them about -- it."
"I guess you're right." I said, reluctantly.
"I love you more and more, Twin!"
"Me too!" I said, my spirit soaring.
Chapter 13
"So ... what is this that you have been so mysterious about, Jamey?" Said Jay's father.
After our wakeup mutual wank, we were both feeling pretty good about ... well I was feeling that way -- and I assumed that Jay was as well. Randy wanted to show Arlo his alma mater, and since it was only a few blocks away, we all four had decided to take a walk. Jay lovingly led his brother everywhere he wanted to go, stopping whenever he wanted to show something to his friend. I was impressed at how well Randy knew the territory, without really seeing it. Being from Texas, Arlo was blown away by Chicago in the fall.
When we got back Jay's dad confronted him.
"I need to talk to you about some things, Dad -- private things."
"Shall we go into my bedroom ... or do you want to go for a ride?"
"Let's go for a ride. And -- I want my brother there too." He said, taking my hand.
We drove pretty much in silence to a nearby park, and walked to a group of park benches in full sunlight. It was bright but getting pretty cold. We were both wearing long sleeved shirts and our heavy leather jackets. Jay's dad had by now identified the very small, almost imperceptible mole just above my upper lip -- that jay doesn't have.
"It's pretty cold today," I said, after an uncomfortable silence. "Or is this normal?"
Seemingly glad for the diversion, Mr. Samson said, "Yes, this is pretty normal for this time of year. You're not too cold are you?"
"I'll cope." I said, wrapping my arms around myself. I would have rather had my brother keeping me warm, but under the circumstances ...
"Dad -- We -- um -- er -- I -- wanted to discuss something with you. A couple things, really. I guess I'll start with the easiest part. Mike and I have been noticing something interesting. I've been kind of -- well -- almost afraid to think about it very much. Dad -- what do you think about ESP?"
"ESP?" His dad said.
"Yeah -- you know, extra sensory perception."
"I -- I -- don't know quite what you wanted to know, Son. Can you tell me more?"
"Well, Mike and me -- I mean -- I -- have been -- um -- noticing things. We seem to know what the other is thinking -- sometimes." He waited for his dad to respond, but -- he didn't. In fairness, he really had not asked a question yet. "Anyway -- I never heard anything about ESP -- in priesthood, in Sunday School, or in seminary. I have had these strange thoughts for a long time, but always pushed them away. I just thought they were like -- what do you call that thing where you think you've been somewhere or done something before?"
"Deja vu?" Said his dad.
"Yeah -- that!" said Jay, maybe a little too excitedly. "Well, anyway -- it has increased -- for both of us -- since we've been together. We just seem to know what the other was thinking."
"Well that could be explained a couple ways, Son, but - "
"But sometimes it sounds exactly like Mike says something to me, but I've seen his mouth and it didn't move and -- um -- er -- his language is not the same as mine, so it's not as if - " He stopped here and looked at me -- like maybe he had said too much.
"Mr. Samson, what he's trying to say is -- my language is not quite as -- um -- well -- clean as his is. But there are other things - feelings, and stuff -- that we both feel at once."
"Yeah," continued Jay, "And I was just wondering -- do we believe in that kind of stuff?"
"What do you mean, do we believe in it?"
"I just thought that kind of stuff was spooky, hocus pocus -- and that -- we didn't really believe in - "
"Jamey, we don't really know how powerful the human brain -- or maybe the human spirit is. I've heard that most of us only use a small percentage of our brain's potential. To many people this is perplexing. To me it very roundly disproves Darwin's theory of evolution. I'm not saying that things -- and matter -- don't evolve, but if what Darwin said is true, how could we have developed a brain that we don't have a use for? By his theory, things are developed over millions of years -- and they develop from use and necessity. Why would we need a brain with a 90% unused capacity?
"We don't teach about it or even talk much about it in the church, because to do so would only be speculation. I have my suspicions though. I think that this body of ours is the same one that we will have when we are resurrected. This brain is what we will use then -- and then -- we will be able to use more of its potential -- maybe. But there again that's just speculation. By that same token, who's to say that some people can't project their thought to someone else? Or -- that some may be able to feel or hear others' thoughts?
"Now -- that said, I have read about people who are close and can read each others' thoughts. This is most often heard about in the case of long term lovers -- husbands and wives -- and -- twins!"
"Twins? Really?" He said
"Lovers -- really?" I thought!
"Yes. So it really doesn't surprise me that you and Mike may think similar thoughts."
"But it's more than that, Dad." Said Jay. "For example, a couple weeks ago -- when I went to see Randy for the weekend, Randy left our room when - "
"Our room?" Said his father.
"Yes -- well -- on Halloween night, after we first met, we decided we should spend the night together -- we both had so many questions and -- really could not sleep."
"Duh! I don't think I could have either, if I just learned I had a twin!" Said Mr. Samson.
So anyway, in the morning, Randy came in to check on us, and when he left I distinctly heard Mike say, `We should probably close the door.' So I did it. But then he asked me why I closed the door. When I told him it was because he asked me too, he told me he only thought about it, but never said it."
"I've said things out loud that I wasn't aware I said, before." Said his dad.
"Yeah, but then we tried to test the power. We both tried thinking as hard as we could. It didn't work when we tried to do it -- except when he got frustrated once and we think because of his emotion, I heard it. And again -- he didn't say it -- I could see his mouth. It wasn't moving -- or even open."
"Well, as I said, Son, we don't know everything. I certainly think that ESP could be possible -- for some people. Um -- why did you want to close the door, anyway?"
"Um -- well -- that kind of brings me to my next subject. We wanted to sleep a little longer since we had been awake most of the night. And -- we wanted to -- hold -- each other. "Dad -- I've been trying to think of a way to tell you -- so that it doesn't sound so bad -- but -- I have discovered that -- I am gay."
"Oh! Now wait a minute!" Said Mr. Samson. "Um -- well, - I am not too sure we should jump to that conclusion. Boys your age -- especially since you just found out that you were twins -- would be -- um -- well -- especially interested in each others body. I just don't think that one night together would -- um -- what did you do? Never mind! You don't need to bring it up again and I really don't think you want to tell me or that I want to know."
"Mr. Samson," I said. "I've known for at least a year that I am gay."
"And Dad, this just didn't come up because we met. I've been feeling this way for a long time too."
"Oh- wow!" Said his father. "Um -- does your brother know?"
"If you mean Randy -- I was planning to tell him at Halloween time -- and I did. He -- didn't know -- before that, as far as I knew. But when I told him, he told me that he was wondering about it. He could tell -- on some level. I never did anything to prove it -- to him -- or even myself. But I'm getting so close to nineteen that I needed to tell someone. Dad," and at this time, Jay started to tremble, and his voice changed to high pitch, as he struggled to talk over his emotion. "Dad, I can't go on a mission feeling as I do." And then my twin broke down and started to sob.
He dad folded his arms around his son and both slumped lower down on the park bench. He blew air from his mouth, then said, "First my older son goes blind -- which crushed all of us -- and of course that meant he couldn't go on a mission -- or at least he would have to put it off. Now -- now -- you tell me you can't serve a mission -- because -- because -- (SIGH!)"
"I'm sorry, Dad -- I'm so sorry to -- to -- disappoint you!" Said Jay, sobbing. I felt out of place. I looked around and the few people out in the park didn't seem to take any notice of these two men hugging each other. I felt pretty alone, and I of course was caught up in the emotion too. They must have sat huddled together for at least five minutes.
"Oh, jay, I didn't mean -- I mean -- obviously it's not your -- um -- fault -- I mean -- um -- do you want a priesthood blessing?"
"Priesthood blessings are to heal the sick. I don't think this is a sickness." Sais Jay.
"It's for the sick and the afflicted. Don't you think that you are afflicted?
"If that means, do I wish I wasn't gay -- then I would agree. But I don't feel afflicted either. I think this is just the way I am. And if it is that way I am., then didn't God make me?"
"That would be like saying that God made Billy Anderson a cripple -- or that he made Heidi Barriss have Down's Syndrome. I don't believe that."
"Well, I don't know about any of that, but I do know what I feel."
"and how's that?" Said his dad.
"I feel sexually attracted to men -- some men -- and I DON'T feel that way toward any girl."
"Has any man -- older man -- taken advantage of you -- or any boy when you were younger?"
"No -- never. Mark and I -- Dad -- you can't tell anyone -- especially Mark's Mom -- about this -- but we used to jack off -- er -- masturbate - together -- when we were little." Jay turned to me. "Mark's dad died when he was five."
"Did you ... touch each other?" asked his dad.
"No! Never. But dad, that was only because I was too shy to ever make the first move. I WANTED to touch him! All the way through school and even since the beginning of school this year. I have wanted to touch him and -- others! But -- I don't think he's gay -- and we never talk about what we used to do."
"Have you thought about telling the bishop?" Asked his dad.
"NO!" he retorted.
"Son -- I think I can speak for both your mother and me. I don't know if she saw this coming -- women are better at seeing these types of things -- but I can tell you that -- now that you are 18 -- almost nineteen -- you might be better off asking the bishop about excommunication -- from the church."
"What??!! NO!! Dad how could you even say that?" He was still hugging his dad, but looking up at him as if he had just been slapped.
"One of the younger guys that I work with has been struggling with this very thing."
"You mean William?" Asked Jay.
"How did you know? He hasn't - "
"I have never talked to him about anything like that, dad. But it's kind of obvious."
"Anyway, he told his bishop and the church -- in its lack of understanding -- has sent him to psychologists, reparative therapy -- and he has found out that -- as much as he wanted it to work -- it just doesn't. Sweetheart, the Church -- the men in it -- mean well. They really do. But they just don't understand everything they wish they did. I don't blame them. We always try to make some sense of things we don't understand. And we try to fix it.
"Excommunication only makes it easier on you. Because as a non-member of the Church, you are not as responsible. And - "
"But -- dad -- everyone I know -- my family -- everyone -- are members of the church."
"Jay -- you'll always be a member of our family -- always. Don't ever forget that." Said Mr. Samson. Then he looked around his son -- at me -- and saw that I was crying too, and he invited me onto his other arm. He must have seen me as -- well his son's double! Then he said. "Jamey, you are a man now -- and can do what you think is best. I don't have the answer -- only what I think may make it easier for my boy."
"How -- how -- are we going to tell Mom?" Asked Jay.
""I will do it -- if you want. Or maybe you'd rather tell her yourself."
"I think I would."
"Jamey -- today -- you ARE a man! And I love you every bit as much as I did when you were a boy!"
It suddenly occurred to me -- but I said nothing -- to wonder if Mr. Samson may have felt differently if Jay was not his adopted son.
"And son -- I'm glad that you had your brother -- your identical twin brother -- apparently in every way -- here with you when you had this hard thing to tell me."
"Maybe -- maybe -- we should go home now." Said Jay.
"I suppose." Said Mr. Samson. "Um -- Mike -- do you think you can remember the way back to our house?"
"Of course."
"Could you -- I mean -- do you have a driver's license?" I nodded. "Maybe you can drive home and James and I will walk home."
"I'd be happy to do that." I said.
When I got home, Arlo was playing ping-pong with the little girls on the patio. When I walked in, Randy said, "Jay-jay?"
"No, it's Mike."
"Oh, hi Mikey. Arlo said he saw you and Jay and my dad go somewhere in the car. I assumed that he was going to tell him about -- you-know-what."
"He did."
"How did he take it?"
"Amazingly well, I thought. The only thing that seemed to bother Jay was that your dad suggested he ask to be excommunicized (is that the term?) from the church."
"What?!! Excommunication?!! But why? That's not fair!"
"He said it would be easier for him -- something about not being responsible for being a member of the church ... or something."
"Well , Dad's usually right, but I still think that idea will kill my little brother. We'll have to be extra nice to him when he gets back."
I'd love to be extra nice to him! I thought.
"Mikey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"I'm a little confused about -- well -- um -- I could never kiss my little brother, but ... I like kissing you. But -- I really think I prefer girls. But I like what you and I have done -- you know -- sucking and stuff. That doesn't make me gay -- does it?"
"I don't know. If you think you would like sex better with girls -- then maybe you could be bisexual -- or something."
"I wonder what sex with a girl is like?"
"You're asking the wrong dude -- dude!" I said.
"Yeah, I suppose. With me, as long as this gets to blow off -- maybe it doesn't matter." He grabbed the boner that was swelling down the leg of his jeans.
"I could take care of that for you, Bro." I said. I didn't even think about what I called him.
"What? Jay-Jay? Are you here?"
"No -- sorry, that was still me -- Mikey."
"Oh." He said. "Where did you say you left my dad and brother?"
"The park that is by the river."
"Oh! Hell yes!"
"Hell yes? What?" I asked.
"Mom is gone shopping, and Arlo went with her to help her with the girls. We're all alone."
I grabbed his arm and led him to his bedroom. I unbuttoned his Levis and pushed them down. I then dropped to my knees, reached into his underwear and went to pull out his huge prize. He stopped me. He pulled me up and took off my shirt, and then his own, and pulled me on top of him on the bed.
"This first!" He said. He kissed me on the mouth and immediately put his tongue in my mouth. I responded with my own tongue and by humping his tummy with my own tool. He hugged me to him like he was afraid I'd run. "Oh gosh! This is so - "
He didn't finish, but kissed me again, his hips thrusting up toward me. I then kissed his neck and tugged on his ear with my teeth. He moaned. I slid to his side and massaged his chest, fondling each nipple lightly. Then moved my hand down in circles to his navel and played inside the top of his tighty-whities. He moaned again and thrust his hips again which made the tip of his long dong poke out. I wet my finger and rubbed the top of it and he giggled and moaned -- in that order.
I then slid the band of his briefs down under his balls. He removed them altogether. I teased his perineum. We wriggled and giggled again. "Randy, I - "
"Please don't talk -- just do it!"
I stroked him with my hand as I licked and teased his nipples with my mouth. He was producing enough pre to make my stroking very easy and slippery. He started to moan continually, so I eased up and bent myself low and took it into my mouth. When my tongue swiped the tip, he let out a little shriek. His hand went to my head and he squeezed and massaged my hair while I slowly started to bob on his long hard pole.
It was too thick and hard for me to swallow, so I jacked the lower half while I bobbed on the top. I put my hands on his butt and kneaded it while I brought him closer and closer. When I heard him taking deep breaths, I was able to wet my finger with some of the slippery jizzum dripping from my mouth and I easily poked it into his bum. He stopped me.
"What're you doing?" He demanded.
"Just go with it Bro!" I said, again using that term that he responded to so well. I pushed further into his bum and he didn't complain again, so I resumed my stroking and bobbing, and found his prostate. I flipped it and he began to moan louder and breathe faster, until he was crying and his hips were thrusting wildly. He came explosively down my throat. He was still breathing hard as his boner started to soften and I was then able to suck it all the way down. I don't know if HE liked that, but I know I did!
We heard the car in the driveway. "CRAP! I didn't expect her home so soon!" He said. Just -- just -- go to your bedroom and -- um -- pretend you are asleep!" I picked up my clothing and ran into Jay's room and peeked out the window before I hopped under the covers. Apparently Mrs. Samson had picked up Jay and his dad on their way home, because all three were in the car.
I listened as they came into the house. "I wonder where Mike and Randy went -- oh -- their doors are closed. Maybe their taking a nap. You guys were up pretty late last night weren't you?" Said Their mom.
I heard the door open. My back was to the door. It was relatively dark in the room, and he started to close the door. "Jay?" I said.
"No -- it's Arlo. I'll leave y'all to sleep."
"No -- it's okay, I -- um - "
"Ah'm gonna -- um -- Are you just gonna sleep here?"
"Um -- yeah, I thought about it."
"Maybe I can just lay on the bed with you. I won't bother you."
I turned over and opened the covers, showing his my nakedness. "You sure you don't want to bother me -- maybe a little?" I pouted. (Hey! I was still horned up!)
"Oh!" Arlo said, then he walked over to the door and opened it. "Ah'm just gonna take a nap too. Mikey's in here!" he said in a stage whisper -- as if not to wake me, I suppose.
"Yeah, Rand's in his room." I heard my twin say. "I'll just shut his door and I need to talk to you Mom."
"You look beat, son. Why don't you go take a nap with your brother? I'll fill your mom in on what we talked about."
"Oh!" said Jay. "Okay."
I heard their door close and then, "What's all this that you need to talk to me about?" Said his mom, her voice dying down as they walked to another room. I listened as closely as I could but could only hear mumbling, then
"Oh!"
Then I relaxed and Arlo pulled in close to me and kissed my neck. "Ah never was so close to any bunch of guys like Ah am to y'all."
I took his hand that was over my side and placed it on my dick. He gave it a couple strokes and then pulled me onto my back and climbed onto me. He immediately went for a kiss. "Whew! THAT smells nice and cummy! You been eating your own. You don't have to do that, you know -- Ah'd be proud to -- oh! You weren't -- it was -- you and Randy!"
I snarfled down a giggle. He then followed suit. "And by the condition this is in, mah guess is that we came home too soon -- for you!" He said, squeezing my boner. "Oh, yeah, that DOES smell good!" Said Arlo, smelling my breath again. Ah want some of that!"
"Well, I think you're gonna have to be satisfied by this!" I said, thrusting up into his hand.
Arlo knew what he wanted! He immediately went for the gold. I didn't stop him. It seemed to be what he needed. I was already primed and ready to go, and I didn't hold back -- well not my orgasm anyway -- except that I had to do it very quietly. I wondered if Randy -- or Jay -- had broken similar ice in the next room.
Arlo climbed back up on me and kissed me again, giving me my own familiar taste. As he kissed me, his hips started to gyrate, and I stuck my hand in between us and grabbed his boner. He started to thrust up into my hand and then kiss me passionately. He came quickly and quietly, his jizzum thoroughly coating my tummy and his pubes. I was asleep before he stopped thrusting. But I remember my hand pulsing and squeezing him as he shot his load between us.
When I woke up later, I was alone. I felt the dried, crusty cum on my tummy and thought of the cute little Texan on top of me and wondered what kind of a slut I was becoming. Randy might be straight, but he surely doesn't mind a guy ... well, at least me ... getting him off. And he didn't mind Arlo doing it that one time either. And he likes kissing me.
I really don't have a desire to go out and suck (or fuck!) just every guy that I see, but these guys are -- special! Especially one of them -- and he doesn't seem to want me on the same way I want him. As I gave myself an afternoon wank, I started out thinking of Arlo on top of me, then of Randy plowing into my mouth, but it took me over the top as I imagined my twin pounding in and out of my ass ... and I started to wonder if that would ever happen
"Guess what?!!" Said Jay, bounding in my door as I was still catching my breath.
"Wow!" I said, still panting and trying to hide it. "What?"
"Mom and Dad don't want your sister to fly us out to California. They are going to pay for it for us. Oh! Heh! Did I interrupt something?"
"Not quite." I said. "I was just finished."
"You look good like that!"
"You are so vain!" I joked.
"No, really, with your tan skin and your red cheeks -- it looks good!"
"Well -- um -- thanks!" I said. "You looked good to me as you were screwing my brains out a moment ago!" I thought.
"In your dreams!" he joked.
"Now you see? There you go reading my thoughts again." I laughed, but couldn't help noticing his shorts starting to tent up. "And it looks to me like you like the idea too!"
"Hey -- We're a sexy guy!" He said. "Anyway, my parents are paying our way. All your sister has to do is make up your fare."
"If only you could know what my heart feels like." I thought. If he heard that, he didn't give any indication. "That's great, Jay-Jay!" I said. "I'll call my sister and tell her. I'm planning to go on Wednesday afternoon."
"That'll be fine. Maybe we can come Thanksgiving morning -- give you a chance to pave the way for our little surprise. Oh! And -- please don't call me that -- Jay-Jay. It's my brother's name for me -- Okay?"
I don't suppose he felt a knife go through my heart when he said that. "Sure" I said.
The rest of the weekend kind of went like that. I went back to the bungalow depressed -- but I had to pretend I was fine. I dunno if Randy sensed something was wrong or not, but -- he too pulled back. Maybe he was just getting frustrated, being straight and wanting ... what he would not allow himself to have - a girl. Finally, one night I came into his bedroom and I asked him, "Randy -- you've kissed me and been sucked by ... and sucked .. both me and Arlo, and I guess that's your way of - "
"Experimenting, I guess." He finished my sentence, rolling over to make room for me in his bed. "I hope -- oh -- Mikey -- you didn't think that I - "
"No, Rand, I just wondered why you don't try some of this out with a girl."
"Oh! Well -- you mean have sex with a girl? Oh, I couldn't."
"Oh! It's okay with us, but not a girl?"
"Oh, I know it sounds silly, but somehow -- it doesn't seem as bad - well -- too bad -- when it's with you or Arlo. But with a girl -- that would definitely be -- um -- fornication. I know, I know -- don't try to make sense of it. It's just how I feel. Oh -- and it's Randy. I don't really like Rand -- only my brother calls me that. But anyway -- what's wrong?"
"Wrong?" I said. I knew he couldn't possibly see the look on my face.
"Your breathing suddenly changed and got faster. Are you okay?"
Ignoring that, I said, "But in the last week and a half since we've been back here, you've not even been interested in having fun with us."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry. I talked with my dad a little about -- um -- well, he actually approached me and asked me about our playing. I guess he somehow caught wind of some of it or something. He may talk to Jay too -- before we fly out to California. He says that we are men now and can act for ourselves but he just had some warnings. My dad is really cool -- I want you to know that. I kind of wish that he wouldn't make concessions for me -- because I can't see -- but he does. It's as if he excuses me from some standard that he would hold anyone else to -- just because I'm blind.
"He said he knows that we have been playing around -- I mean me and Jay -- and suspected that all of us has to some degree. I guess I should be thankful that he didn't blow a cork over it. Anyway -- he feels like it's not fair that I am blind and so he -- somehow -- sees that as a reason that I should be not held to as high a standard as -- well -- you see how that could bother me?"
"I guess -- I just - "
"And not only that, he does the same thing because of Jay now. He can't imagine what it must be like to be gay, so he wants to give Jay as much charity as he can ... or something like that ... and not worry about his gayness ... or yours. Anyway -- I don't quite know how Jay-Jay will take that. I know what I'd like to see, but so far he has seen it quite differently that I."
"What - I mean -- how do you see -- What would YOU like to see?" I sputtered.
"Mikey, I've never grown so attached -- or something -- to anyone -- as fast and as strongly as I have to you. I know it has a lot to do with you feeling and even smelling like my brother. But I like you besides all that. I think I need to be with a girl ... some day ... but -- I guess what I'm saying is -- I want you to be with my brother! I just think that it's a natural. You can't have children. So there's no problem with screwed up DNA or anything. I just don't get Jay's not liking that idea. I KNOW he already loves you!"
"Did he tell you that?"
"Not in so many words, but I can tell. I can feel his hear beat faster when he talks about you. Haha! I can feel other parts of him responding when we are talking about you! I actually think that's quite cute! I mean -- how much do you guys look alike?"
"Well, with our shirts on, I doubt most people can tell us apart. I know that whenever we are together, we can't take our eyes from each other ... it's so freaky!"
"With your shirts on?" He said
"Well, yeah. You can't see my six pack like you can his. I have more of a swimmers build with some fat on my sides and covering my abs. Not much, but enough that -- well -- as a wrestler, he's leaner. I KNOW You can feel that!"
"Actually you're right." He said, feeling my tummy. "So, anyway -- depending on how Jay-Jay takes what my dad has to say -- he may be more or ... less ... receptive to -- what I want and what I think you want as well."
As he talked, he let his hand stay on my abdomen. My boner grew up and touched it. He jerked it away. "Sorry, I didn't mean - "
"It's okay, Randy -- it's really okay!" I said. You ARE my brother as far as I'm concerned. And I love you every bit as much as any brother could!" And I kissed his lips. Surprisingly, he kissed me back, more passionately than I expected.
"I love you too ... BROTHER!" He said. He pulled me close to him, and we fell asleep that way.
Author's Notes: Well, it's nice to know that Randy feels the same as I do about things. But that Jay seems to have a mind of his own, doesn't he? Comments are welcome -- to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... Love, Steve