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 kindof story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me! (Sometimes ... Ronny)
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! (Shawn)
Blair -- New Roomie (Todd is his friend from high school)
Jacky -- one of five brothers and a sister: Jared, Jed, Jimmy, Jock and Julie
Jody - Dude from Hurricane Harbor
... From Chapter 20:
He was still holding me -- with my legs wrapped around him. I let them fall to the floor and then slowly, I started to unbutton his shirt and removed it. He just stood there, as I undid his pants and pulled them down. He did the same for me. I didn't have an undershirt on and when I went to remove his, he stopped me.
He took a deep breath and carefully removed his tee shirt and folded it and put it carefully on the desk. He did the same with his knee length underwear. When he came back to me -- completely nude, his eyes were filled with tears. "Are you okay?" I asked
"Not -- not altogether." He said. "Please don't ask any more questions. Let's just do -- um -- whatever it is you think we should do."
He then proceeded to remove my briefs and closed his eyes and he ran his hand from the bottom of my scrotum to the tip of my boner. I moaned deeply and he pulled me in again, our bodies hot for each other, and we kissed passionately, and I pulled him down on to the bed.
"Show me what it is that my brother likes so much!" He whispered.
Chapter 21
"Have you done any research on the internet?" I asked.
"Plenty. I couldn't have finished one class without it."
"I'm talking about gay sex."
"Oh! No! Never!"
"Your brother did quite a lot. I was his first, but he had all kinds of ideas and expectations -- and some experimenting on his own."
"Experimentation? What kind of - "
"Let's leave that up to him to tell you. You were pretty bold to touch me like you did. Did some girl do that to you?"
"Me? NO! I never -- I mean -- no, never did anything with any girl ... or guy! It just came kind of naturally -- like -- I mean - I've done it to me."
"Of course. Do you want me to do that to you?"
"Yes." He said it almost like a question. I was gentle. He whimpered as soon as my hand touched his scrotum. His bone was slightly shorter than mine, but definitely thicker. I squeezed it and he giggled.
"Shh, I'm not too sure you want anyone else to know about this yet -- do you?"
"Um -- you know what? I don't care if my brother knows." I had removed my hand and he quickly put it back in place around his dick.
"Maybe we should start by just letting me jack you off." I said.
"Okay -- but - - I can do it to you too, can't I?"
"Yes, of course. As a matter of fact, why don't you do me first." I said, knowing that even though his ardor would increase for me when I got him off, his desire to do me would decrease. "I promise if you do me first, you will like it even more when I get you off."
He immediately started to jack me off. "Omigosh it feels funny doing this to someone else."
"Good funny? I said, already starting to shudder a little
"Ohhh yeaaaaah!" and with that he kissed me. I put my tongue in and we made love to one another's tongues as he brought me closer and closer to blowing. When I was at my peak, I said, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna Cum!"
"Oh!" he said, "Oh! What -- what am I supposed to do?" He said, frantically. Then he just leaned down and took me into his mouth. He swallowed most of it but what he didn't dribbled out and onto his chin and then my abdomen. "Omigosh!" He said.
"You didn't have to do that!" I said breathlessly.
"I didn't know! I didn't know! Was that bad for me to do?"
"Bad? Hell no! It's just -- I'm surprised you did it! That was maybe going to be the next lesson!" I laughed.
"I was kind of surprised."
"At what?" I asked.
"The taste." Uh-oh! "It actually tasted good." He said. "Mine tastes bitter! Is that the way it usually is? Your own doesn't taste good?"
"I think it just depends on your system and maybe what you've been eating. Mine usually tastes sweet to me."
"Me too. Well, should we maybe go back out to the other room?"
"You don't want me to do you?"
"Oh! I forgot all about that! Yes! Of course! I mean -- yes!" He grinned ear to ear.
I started slow and as he had done, I kissed him deeply as I started stroking his thick pole. I didn't wait until he was ready to pop, before I went down on him. As soon as he started his ragged breathing I bent down and sucked him in and just bobbed as fast as I could. He started to whimper and then worked up to gasping with every breath. He shot the biggest load into my mouth that I've ever had. When he was finished, he collapsed on the bed on his back and he just sucked huge gulps of air for about a minute and a half.
When he could talk, he said, "Oh my gosh! Omigosh omigosh omugosh! That was the most -- um -- Onigosh, I love you so much! But that's not possible! But it still feels like -- oh! Yeah! The Bishop told us it would feel like this -- like we are in love. But -- I DO love you ... so much!" and he pulled me down and kissed me deeply. "Ew! Mine DOES taste bitter. I'm sorry I just - "
"Don't sweat it, Jocko. It was fine to me." Doesn't it taste a lot like ... sex?"
"YES!!! That's it! It tastes like sex and I am about to become a sex addict!" He laughed gleefully.
Knock knock knock!
"Who is it?" I said.
"It's Jacky."
I looked at Jock. "Come on in, Jacky." He said.
Jacky came in and saw us under the sheets in a full body embrace. His mouth dropped open. "What -- what -- what`s going on? Are you trying to give me heart failure?" Said Jacky.
"I think I'm in love!" Said Jock. "With Sex! -- MAN SEX! I'm in love with MAN sex!" Then he laughed as if he were drunk. "Come here little brother!"
"No way! I think you popped a cork!"
"I didn't! Well not MY cork! HE popped MY cork!" He said pointing to me. "But I popped his first!" He was still laughing.
"Are you -- um -- trying to tell me that - "
"Yeah, Jacky! I'm gay! Well, at least bisexual! I've never tried anything with a girl. But -- at least I know I liked what I did with Mike!"
Jacky grinned. Then said, "I'm sorry that you are, Jocky. I really am. It sucks!"
"I like that part the best!" Laughed Jock! "Does your's taste sour? Mine's kind of -- no, not sour -- bitter! But Mike's is - "
"I know what Mikey's tastes like! Jock! I don't wanna hear about ... You can't be gay! I'M GAY! you're not supposed to be gay!"
Jock hopped out of bed -- naked as he was born, and hugged his little brother. Jacky tried to get away, but he was too small and weak compared to his older and much bigger brother. Jock whispered (well, okay it was a stage whisper!) in Jacky's ear, "What if I'm NOT gay, Jacky ... what then? Maybe you're the only gay one in the family. Maybe you're the only gay one in the room1 Maybe you're the only gay one in this house and we're all acting gay to make you feel more comfortable!"
"What -- what?" Said Jacky, confused.
"I'm only playing with you, Jacky! Lighten up! So I'm gay! I'M gay! I AM GAY!!! Gosh, it feels good to say it! It's like I was hiding from it before and didn't even know it ... and now ... I'm not! I'm gay! You're gay! He's gay! They're gay! We're all gay!"
"Omigosh, is this what I missed out on not having a brother growing up?" I laughed.
"Sometimes Jock doesn't know when to stop!" Pouted Jacky.
"I'm sorry, Jackamo. I didn't mean to steal your stuff! It's just - "
"It's just ... you are weird!" Said Jacky. "I bet everyone else in the house is like me. I hated admitting to myself I was gay. It was one of the hardest things I ever did. You ... you're ecstatic! You're the one whose the queer, here.!"
"Aw, Jacky, I'm just trying to be excited about something I've known deep down for all my life ... but just now realized. Actually, it's so scary I don't know what I'll do once I get away from you -- you -- guys that love me ... especially you, you little poof!"
He grabbed Jacky and hugged him close. "Dad's really gonna freak when he starts blaming himself for two of us in the family!"
Jock hugged Jacky close and hard, and closed his eyes, trying his best to squeeze away the emotions that were welling up inside him. Then he gave one huge shuddering sigh. He opened his eyes and looked away from all of us, ashamed of his tears.
"It's gonna be okay, Jocky." Said Jack, rubbing his brother's back. "It does take some time to get used to. Hey! We got each other, don't we? and Jimmy's on our side! We may just have to wait Dad out. I'm going to talk to the bishop Sunday."
"I'll come with you. We should really be getting home, huh?"
"Home ... yeah. It's weird -- my home now is with you, Jock!"
"You could say here tonight -- if you wanted to." Said Arlo.
"Thanks, Arls," Said Jacky. "But I think Jock and I have some serious talking to do tonight. I doubt we'll sleep much. Let's go Jocky, kay?"
"You might want to put some clothes on, eh? Giggled Arlo.
"Oh -- yeah!" Said Jacky, following his new friend into his room. That left me and Jock alone.
"I don't know where this is gonna take me, Dude, but I hope that you and I can see a lot more of each other!" Said Jock. At my silence, he said, "Well, you think about that. It's nothing serious -- yet. But who knows?" and he kissed my cheek, then picked up his underwear that were still neatly folded on the desk. When he turned, and I was still standing there .. naked ... he closed the gap between us and this time kissed me passionately.
Of course I responded in the way he was hoping. I can't resist a pair of lips ... and a naked body on mine! I kissed him back and he grabbed our throbbing meat together. "Keep this on ice for me, Cutie Pie!" and he kissed me deeply once more, then got dressed and walked out of my room.
After they left, Arlo came in. "I'm not quite sure what to make of that!" He said. "Do you think Jacky's safe with his brother?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Ah guess we better go tell Randy to come to bed." Said Arlo. "He's prolly tired of being scrunched up on that couch. Um -- do you think -- um -- maybe you could sleep with me tonight. I just need someone close."
"And you think I don't?" Said Randy, coming in the bedroom door.
"It's okay. Ah'll just go back to bed, now."
"Nuh-uh!" Said Randy. "You'll get yourself into that bed with us!"
"Ah'll just go get my jams, and - "
"You won't be needing them either!" Said Randy, kicking off his own boxers. Randy got in and then me and then Arlo, and spooned to sleep together.
"You guys are the best!" Said Arlo. I kissed his neck, and Randy kissed my head.
The next day I was coming out of English lit, and heard behind me, "Hey! It's Jack, isn't it?"
I turned and saw the guy from Hurricane Harbor. I was embarrassed. I had his name and number in my phone, but couldn't remember his name! "It's Jody! Remember me from - "
"I know -- Hurricane Harbor. Sorry, my head was in the 1920's, trying to disengage from Jay Gatsby. F. Scott Fitzgerald sure had a winner there!" I didn't tell him that the required reading from that class made me just that much lonelier for another Jay I knew. "Do you know F. Scott Fitzgerald?"
"Not personally," he chuckled, "but I know his life was almost as tragic as Jay Gatsby's. He was never as rich as he ... or his wife ... wanted to be and he was an alcoholic. It has been rumored that he had an affair with Ernest Hemmingway."
"You DO know about him!" I said. "I love that story! It's funny but reading about all the screwed up people in "The Great Gatsby", I am thinking about changing my major to psychology." I said.
"You could concentrate your efforts on all us messed up queers! Did you know that His whole name was Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald?"
"Duh! Named after his distant relative!" I said, excitedly, as I realized that this Jody had more in common with me than I'd realized.
"Hey -- do you think I could come hang out with you -- sometimes? He said. "I could maybe help you in your English Lit. I took it two years ago. And -- I get kind of -- um -- well, I'd like to talk to someone else ... like me ... like us."
"I thought you told me your house was kind of gay too."
"Naw. The other guys are nice enough ... gay friendly -- but they just don't get it -- you know?" He turned bright red, for what reason I couldn't guess.
"You can come over any time, Jody."
"What are you doing right now?"
"I have to go to the library. There's a commentary on Fitzgerald, Gatsby and the roaring 20's that I have heard about."
He pulled a book from his book bag. My eyes widened. "Oh! You've already checked it out!" I said, slightly disappointed.
"No -- it's mine! You can check it out right here, if you want. And ... can I take you to the student union for lunch?"
"I'll take care of my own lunch, but I'd love to talk to you while I eat." I said. I assumed that working in maintenance at an amusement park, didn't exactly make my new friend flush with money.
I ordered a Cobb salad, with bleu and gorgonzola cheeses. "Omigod!" He said. "That's my favorite!" I just looked at him, my mouth open. It felt strange that there might be someone else ... besides my Jay -- that has so many things in common with me! I pushed back a strong temptation to feel encouraged about that ...
"Have you ever been to California?" I asked.
"Once! We went to Disneyland and my mom heard about a place called Big Sur. We didn't count on California being as big as it is. Everything's so much bigger out west! So we drove and drove and drove. Before we knew it, we were in Eureka and had sailed right past Big Sur. That was last summer. Geez! While we were there, we took a turnout along the coast. We almost didn't stop, because it was small and there was this huge motor home parked. But my mom insisted we stop, so dad pulled over and just as we were stopping, we saw an old car go off the cliff! It looked like this guy was pushing it off! Another guy was standing with his hands by his head. It looked like trouble to Mom, so she told Dad to drive on.
Again, I sat with my mouth lolling open. "What?" He said.
"I was THERE too! That guy was trying to KEEP it from going over the cliff. It was the car that we were riding in. The guy driving it -- it was his brothers -- didn't know the parking brake didn't work. He didn't put it in gear."
"Oh -- crap! Now I feel terrible! If we had stayed we might have - "
"Oh, it wasn't a problem. The guy you thought was pusing it was the little brother, trying to save it and the dark guy , scrambled down that cliff like it was nothing and retrieved all our stuff. Then his partner -- the owner of the motor home -- decided that if it wasn't for him taking most of the parking in the turnout, the car would have been parked more safely. He bought my friend a much better car -- well, actually very cool pickup truck!"
Now it was Jody that was gaping. "What?" I said.
"I dunno -- it just seems like one after another, we keep finding things that -- that - "
" -- that connect us?"
"YESS! Isn't that strange. Can it be just coincidence?" Again, his face turned glowing red.
"Do you want to come over tonight?" I said. "My friends will like you, I just know it! You remember where - "
"Of course I do! I have walked by it several times on my way to class."
Immediately what crossed my mind was ... it's NOT on his way to the campus! His place would be on MY way! I smiled broadly and felt a little puffed up.
"So -- do you have a job?" He asked.
"I've got a full scholarship -- swimming. My parents send me some spending money."
"Lucky you!"
"Well, yeah. But I'm really learning about budgeting my money."
"Why didn't you let me buy you lunch?"
"I guess I just figured if you are working at Hurricane Harbor, you probably don't have any more excess than I have. I hope I didn't insult you or hurt your feelings."
"Not at all. It just would have been awkward to ask you to lunch, then ask you to pay for yourself!" He grinned.
"Tomorrow's Friday. Do you wanna come over then? We've having a barbeque and everyone will be there." I said.
"What can I bring?"
"Nothing."
"No, you're not getting away with that after lunch!"
"Okay -- bring something to munch on while dinner is cooking. We're planning to eat about 6:30. How soon can you be there?"
"I only have class until noon on Friday. You?"
"Arlo and I have swim practice until four. And the coach wants me to try some new dives. So -- I can probably be home by about five."
"I'll come watch you practice, maybe."
"That'd be cool. Kind of unfair, but it's okay"
"Unfair?"
"You get to see me in a Speedo before I get to see much of your body at all." I grinned.
"Trust me, you don't want to see ME in a Speedo!"
"Oh ... I might!" I teased. He blushed once again. I was beginning to like that look!
Actually I am pretty proud of the way I look in a Speedo, and hoped he might come ... which he did!
I introduced Jody to Arlo on the way home. I was sure to place myself between them on the tram. (We usually ride the tram or bus, because of the cold wind on our somewhat wet bodies)
Arlo, being 2 years older than I, seems to more easily get comfortable with new people. I needn't have worried. Jody's attention was on me the whole time. He looked at me like I was still wearing my Speedo ... but I was fully dressed.
When we got to the bungalow, everyone else was already there and milling around. "I'll see you guys in a few." Said Arlo. "Gotta get these heavy clothes off!"
"Me too. Everyone, this is Jody! Blair, will you show him where to put the goodies he brought while I change clothes?"
"Sure thing!" Said Blair. As I walked away, I heard, Blair say, "This is my -- erm -- best friend, Todd."
I was chilled to the bone from swimming and even the ride home was cold. I took off my clothes and stepped into a hot shower and stood under the almost scalding water for almost too long. The bathroom was all steamy, as was the shower door as well, but it didn't matter anyway, when I heard someone come in to piss.
When I got out I discovered it was more than a piss.
"Oh -- excuse me!" Said Jody. "I'm afraid I couldn't wait any longer!"
I couldn't help seeing ... what I could see of him, with his pants down around his ankles. I turned away and said, "I can't see anything that I'd not like about you ... if you were in a Speedo!" I chuckled. I couldn't see what was half hidden between his legs and under his hand.
I heard the toilet flush and turned to see him grab to pull up his pants. "Oh my gosh!" I said, immediately embarrassed.
"I told you you'd not like me in a Speedo!"
"Not like you? That's -- that's - magnificent!" As I said it, it was soft and swinging between his legs. It wasn't as long as Joey Gray's -- from San Francisco -- but it was at least 8 -- 9 inches -- soft and as I continued to gape at it, it started to fill with blood. I wondered if his body could actually supply blood to both his face and his magnificent dick at the same time.
He pulled up his pants and said, "Okay, enough of the freak show!"
"I was kinda enjoying it!" I said and I locked the bathroom door. I closed the distance between us and pulled him close to my still warm and somewhat wet body. He squeaked out a little moan. Then I kissed him. He then buried his face in my neck and hyperventilated a little.
"Are you okay, Dude?" I asked.
"It's just -- that -- I've never -- I mean -- I just have not -- this is all new to me. I never kissed a guy before!"
"Girl?" I asked.
"That either!"
"Oh!" I said. I'm sorry I was so -- um -- I just assumed that -- well -- I'm just so sorry!"
"It's okay. Okay -- well, I better go now." He said.
"WHAT? You just got here! You brought goodies! You HAVE to stay!"
"I meant -- out of the bathroom. Give you some space, huh?"
"Oh! Heh! Yeah -- I guess."
He closed the door behind him. How could I have so completely misread him? He said he is lonely to talk with someone like himself. Maybe all he wants is to talk? I hope I didn't scare him off too badly!
When I came out, he was with Jacky, Jock and Arlo, smiling at their animated conversation. He immediately blushed again when he saw me coming. Well THIS time maybe he had a reason. I'm the one that should be blushing! I winked at him and changed course for love seat next to Randy. "You're party is a success!" He said, before I uttered a word.
"Not my party!" I said.
"You -- um -- smell like you hope it might be!"
"You're just more sensitive to some things than others." I said.
I was sitting about 6 inches away, but Randy pulled my head down to his shoulder. "You're avoiding my question. You invited that new boy here. Why are you avoiding him?"
"Wha -- erm -- how do you know -- I mean -- what makes you say that?"
"Because you're here talking to me, silly! He's over there with Jacky, and his brother and ... I think I heard Arlo in there with them too. But your friend is quiet. He was nice enough to come talk to me for a few minutes. He's s nice guy! Seems a little sheltered."
"Sheltered?"
"We talked a little. He really is lacking in some communication skills that only come from talking to others. What did you have to do to get him to come to this party?"
"Actually, he told me he wanted to -- well, he wanted to talk more to me, I guess. I guess he didn't really ask for a party. I just invited him because he asked if he could stop by some day."
"Well, I'd say -- be gentle with that one."
"Thanks. You're quite a sweet guy, you know!" I said. "I'm glad you are marrying my sister! I wish - " I stopped.
"Me too. But Jay has to do what he has to do. He's not as experienced and confident as you are. I don't think he'll be happy with a girl. But maybe he needs to do this - his mission and all -- to prove something to himself ... and maybe to everyone else! I actually was surprised that you didn't invite Jock, after what I heard that night he was with you."
"I -- don't think -- um -- that I want to get involved with just one gay -- until -- until (<>)"
I relaxed down onto Randy's chest, closed my eyes and sighed. "I know it's hard for you, Mikey. And believe me -- I know it's hard for Jay--jay too. He misses you terribly. But he's afraid to say it, even to himself. He wants this mission -- but -- he's struggling -- a lot!" Randy supported my head and stroked my face as he consoled me.
"I never had a brother." Said Jody. He had come over and was standing over me, as Randy cradled me. His eyes looked longingly at us. I assumed correctly that Randy told him we were brothers. That's the simplest explanation.
I smiled and with Randy's help, got up and said, "Let's go for a walk, Jody."
Jody looked at Randy apologetically and before he could any anything, Randy said, "It's okay, Dude. It was my idea." How Randy can sense things like that is totally beyond me, but -- I don't even understand what goes on between me and my twin! Jody shrugged and said, "Okay -- um -- thanks -- uh -- Randy, is it?"
Randy got up and hugged me and made his way to the others. "We'll be starting the chow in about 45!" Said Randy.
We grabbed our coats and walked out the door. It had turned almost balmy. When I got out of the pool, the wind was coming off the lake. Now it was from the west -- and warmer.
"What did your -- um -- I mean -- Randy -- mean, it was his idea to go for a walk? Is he really your brother?"
"It WAS kind of his idea. Randy is very intuitive sometimes -- most of the time really. He's going to marry my sister, so we are nearly brothers. He said he felt you were uncomfortable around so many people."
"He's amazing."
"I know. He's only been blind a little over a year. But maybe he had these powers before." I was going to mention the way Jay and I communicate, but for some reason decided not to bring him up just yet.
Thanks for not laughing or -- making fun of me in the bathroom." We didn't walk any further than the bus stop bench two houses down the street. We sat down.
"Making FUN of -- what? That masterpiece between your legs?"
"Everyone made fun of it in high school. It didn't help that my pubic hair didn't really come in until almost graduation."
"That's how people are. When God makes something perfect, they need to make it a thing of ridicule -- so their imperfection doesn't seem so bad in contrast." I was half joking, but he smiled his appreciation.
"Why are kids so mean?" He asked.
"I guess they're getting ready for adulthood!" I said.
"Haha. But really -- adults aren't that mean."
"Adults are just more crafty about it." I said. "Kids just say what they're thinking. Adults imply their insults."
"Why?"
"To make up for their own insecurities, I guess."
"It was so hard for me -- to be not only a teenager but carry this secret the whole time." He said.
"That you're gay?" I said.
He looked all around and said, "You say it so easily."
"I have decided that I am what I am -- and anyone who doesn't like that -- well -- I just don't care about anyone who despises me."
"Do you dream about doing things ... with someone?"
"Sometimes." I thought immediately about Jay.
"Me too -- um -- I mean -- how about when you -- um - "
"When I jack off?"
He turned almost purple and whispered, "Yes." He folded his hands and put them between his knees and stared at them. I didn't say anything for a moment, and let him think about it. Finally he said, again whispering, "So -- you do it too?"
"Fantasize while I masturbate?" I said.
Again he quickly looked around, and then looked back at his hands. "Um -- yes?"
"You meant masturbate, didn't you. You are wondering if I jack off?"
If it is even possible, he turned even more scarlet and said -- "Yes."
I couldn't help it: I had to cite the old stats again: "Did you know that 95% of all males admit to regular masturbation?"
His eyes got big. I guess he HADN'T heard it yet! "Really?"
"Yeah -- the other 5% lie about it!"
He thought about that for a few seconds then did a nose snarfle, and laughed. "Nuh-uh!"
"That's what I've been told!" I said.
"And ... you believe it?"
"Look the point is -- everyone jacks off -- whether they admit it or not!"
"Really?"
"Really!" I said. "And most of us like to picture something ... or someONE ... in our heads while we do it."
"You must think I'm really stupid!"
"I think it's unusual -- that YOU're unusual, but not stupid!"
He let go a huge sigh. He looked at me with glassy eyes.
"No one's ever talked to me like that before -- No one!"
I promise I looked all around. It was getting dark out, but there was a street lamp over us ... but I leaned to him and kissed his lips. He closed his eyes and then they opened wide and he jumped up and looked all around. He walked completely around the bench we were, unconsciously pushing down on the front of his pants.
Then he said, "I -- um - guess I better go." He started walking away.
"Wait!" I said, jumping up and running after him. "Please -- I'm sorry -- please don't go! I shouldn't have done that! But you -- you -- just looked so open -- or something."
He turned and tears still in his eyes, but not quite spilling over to his cheeks. "I -- um -- no! I'm sorry! I am sorry that I made myself inviting to you. I was -- um -- out of line!"
"Please don't go home. Come back to the party."
"I can't -- I can't have them see me like this!" He pointed to his red eyes.
"We'll go in the back door and to my room. I have something to fix that!"
I offered my hand. To my surprise he took it. I led him around to the side door that leads directly into the hallway. We quietly stepped in and closed the door. Just as he was disappearing in to my room, Randy was making his way down the hall.
"Mmm -- I think I smell my 2nd favorite brother!" He smiled. "Did you have a good walk?"
"We did." I said.
"You're just about in time for dinner. I'm sorry, but all your friend's goodies are gone!"
"We'll be there in a few minutes. Just have to freshen up a little."
"Don't get TOO fresh!" He laughed. I grabbed his butt as he went into the bathroom. He giggled some more.
I went to my drawer and pulled out some Visine for Jody and handed it to him.
"What's this?"
"Visine. You put it in your eyes."
"I can't stand anything in my eyes."
"This stuff feels good -- I promise -- will you trust me?"
He started blinking before answering. "Um -- well - "
"Hold still ... There, just let me put a drop in each eye."
He was shaking but let me spread his eyes open one at a time and drop in some Visine. He rolled it around for a moment, blinked and then looked deeply into my eyes. Again I got the urge to kiss him. But this time I asked.
"Can I kiss you now?"
He looked over at the open door. I started to close it. He stopped me and pulled me to him and put his lips to mine. His eyes were closed as tightly as his mouth was.
"First open your eyes, then -- open your mouth and make your lips soft -- relax them." He again trusted me and did as I instructed. I kissed him gently. "Now -- close your eyes."
He closed his eyes and his mouth, but as I probed gently he opened and let my tongue in. I wove my fingers into the soft black, curly hair on his head. He moaned a little and I kissed him deeper. I felt his reaction down below. It was hard and throbbing -- or he was pulsing it. I then left to close the door.
"Can I see it ... now?" I asked.
He nodded seriously. I unbuckled his belt and then undid the latch and button of his pants, then the zipper. I pulled down his briefs, revealing his stiff pole. It seemed no larger than it was when I saw it soft, earlier ... but it was hard.
"Were you gonna suck it?" He said.
"Can I?" I asked.
"It's -- it's -- never been - " he started, but my mouth on it caught him mid-sentence.. "Ohhh-ahhhh -- oooo!" He grabbed my head and rubbed my scalp, as I slowly bobbed -- twice!
"Ung -- nh!" he uttered and started shooting volley after volley into my mouth. I bobbed faster and caught every drop! When he was done, he hugged my head to his groin and kept breathing hard. I got up and again hugged him and kissed him.
He giggled. "Heehee - your mouth tastes like my cum!"
"You've tasted it before? But I thought you didn't - "
"I never said I didn't do it -- only that I didn't think anyone else did!" he said and he kissed me some more. "I hope this won't be the last time we -- um -- can I do your's now?"
"I think we should get out to dinner. That load of yours was big -- but not THAT big. I need to eat something." I laughed.
Notes: Don't you love first timers? Comments are welcome -- to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... Love, Steve