This story is entirely fictional, and any resemblances to actual persons are completely coincidental. Actual locations are mentioned, and are used for 'background' only.
This story happens during the period of time when my earlier story, 'Phalen,' ends.
Many of the character's names are Finnish. For those who wish to know how they are pronounced, read on.
Mikko - MEEK-ko Paavo - PAW-vo Joel - YOE-el Halonen - HALL-oh-nen
Roy roynm@mac.com
Leith - chapter 14
"What'd you think of that Brett-guy who has been showing up to watch our practices?" Kerin looked at his brother across the dinner table in the dimly lit dining room. Their father had called to say he, Larry and Brad, Larry's partner, were going to dinner, so they would have to fend for themselves. Thian speared another piece of lettuce and chewed, making a non-committal sound.
"What makes you ask? I've only talked to him that one time when Adam introduced us. He's a fan who's a little star-struck right now. I think he wishes he were out on the floor with the rest of the team. Adam seems to spend a lot of time speaking with him." Thian chuckled. "He's about the only person Adam seems comfortable speaking to." Thian looked closely at his brother who was toying with his salad.
"You seem especially interested in him, K. That's not like you." Kerin shrugged and set his fork down, and leaned back looking serious. Thian finished his salad glancing at his brother from time to time. Kerin ignored his salad. He didn't even complain when Thian quickly reached across the table and speared a piece of grilled chicken from the salad. When that didn't get a reaction he scooted his plate aside and leaned his forearms on the dining table. "What's bothering you, K?"
Kerin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I'm bothered because I find that I'm thinking about him . . . Brett . . . sexually. I've never done that before, not seriously at least. I mean he's cute, but not anywhere near as cute as you." He grinned when Thian rolled his eyes.
"K, you forget we're twins. We are identical. If you think I'm cute, you look just like me." Kerin smiled brightly.
"Oh, yeah, that makes me pretty hot too, I guess." Thian shook his head, pleased Kerin was able to joke with him. Kerin's smile slowly faded as Thian waited for him to continue speaking. Kerin was silent for a few minutes longer.
"There's just something about him that I like . . . a lot." He paused a long moment while Thian continued to watch him without making a comment. "It troubles me that I feel that way at all about someone other than you. I don't want to feel that way about anyone else, Thian. I feel guilty or dirty or something." He shuddered and began toying with his salad.
"I mean, I only shook his hand and touched him on the shoulder, and I'm feeling guilty. It's not like we've had a roll in the hay or anything. I've only spoken to him that one time with you and Adam. I've waved to him the last couple days when he was watching us practice, and that's all. It hardly justifies these feelings that I've been unfaithful to you." Kerin's voice trailed off as he continued to stare into the distance, seeming to have forgotten his brother's presence.
"Would you like to have sex with him, K?"
Kerin quickly stood, pushing his chair out of the way, and walked into the kitchen. "Damn it, Thian! Yes, I would, and it's eating at me." He returned to the dining table with a carton of milk and poured a glass for his brother and himself. "At the same time I don't want to play because of our relationship." He looked at his brother with a troubled expression. "I've never felt like this, Thian. I don't like the feeling at all. I love you, not some guy I just met. Besides, he's just a kid." Kerin finished the glass of milk and set the glass down with a clink of glass on the table.
"He's the same age as Phalen." Thian reminded his brother, speaking of their friend Jeff's partner. "You don't think of him as a kid."
"Brett seems younger." Kerin continued to stand as he finished another glass of milk, and then walked around the dining table and leaned over his brother's shoulders, wrapping his arms around Thian's chest and resting his cheek against his brothers. "I love you, T. I don't want to be interested in someone else." Thian rested a hand on top of his brother's.
"Maybe you should just go ahead. . ." Kerin abruptly straightened and walked across the dining room and stood in front of the glass doors leading to the patio standing with his back to his brother.
"Don't say it, Thian. I mean it. I won't do anything to jeopardize what you and I have. No guy is worth that." He heard his brother scoot his chair away from the table and then saw his reflection in the window as he approached. Thian wrapped his arms around his brother's waist and rested his head on Kerin's shoulder.
"Okay, but remember K, I love you . . . no matter what. You make the decision that's right for you. I'll support you in any decision you make, just as you'd support me. You know that." He kissed his brother's neck and squeezed him slightly. Kerin nodded his understanding. "Wanna snuggle a little," Thian murmured, close to his brother's ear. "I think both of us need to be comforted, besides, I'd like to feel your naked body next to mine."
"I know you'll support me, T. That's one of the reasons I feel like crap." He turned to face his brother. "You're right about needing to be comforted. I would really like to cuddle. I didn't expect you to say some magic word and these feelings would disappear. I just . . ." He shrugged as he took his brother's hand and led him through the house to the bedroom, turning off the lights as they went. "I don't know. Usually you're able to say something that makes things okay."
They stripped out of their clothes, dropping them on the floor in a heap. Thian turned off the light and crawled to the center of the bed to join his brother. He lay in Kerin's tender embrace for a moment and then gently kissed him on the lips. "I'm sorry I don't have any magic words to say tonight, K."
Kerin sighed. "Yeah, me too." He took a deep breath and nuzzled against his brother's neck. "I love you so much, T."
"Mom, why are you afraid of me and Brett hanging out together?"
Susan automatically corrected her fourteen year-old son. "You should say, Brett and I, dear." Kent finished his glass of milk and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Yep, Brett and I have always been buddies, more than Glenn and me." He made a face and corrected himself. "Than Glenn and I. Why are you freaking now? Is it 'cause now you know Brett's gay?" When his mother didn't answer right away, he pressed onward.
"We shoulda all figured it out a long time ago, don't you think? I mean, here everyone was fixated on him being quiet and sorta sad all the time. None of us ever asked why. Now that he's not having to worry about what you and Dad are gonna say, he's a different guy. Don't you think?"
Susan nodded with a wry smile. "Kent, sometimes you amaze me." She reached across the kitchen island and tousled his short brown hair, smiling at the face he made.
"Yeah, Glenn tells me that all the time, and then tells me how dumb I am and stuff. Ya know Mom, Brett's being gay isn't gonna rub off on me 'cause we're in the same room or 'cause I talk to him bout what it's like." Kent idly rotated his glass and then shifted in his chair so he could stretch his legs. "I'm only now discovering what any type of sex means. I don't know if I'm gay or straight or whatever. But, if it turns out . . . sometime in the future . . . that I'm gay, Brett was not the cause of it." His mother was watching him a serious expression and compressed lips.
"Brett, honey, you're too young to know a whole lot about sex." Kent held up a hand, silently asking her to stop that thought. He caught her eye and held it for a moment before he began speaking.
"Mom, I know more about sex than you might think. Dad's talked to me and answers all my questions whenever I have any. I haven't only spoken with him once, like a lot of guys I know whose fathers can't figure out what to say. Dad and I have talked lotsa times. So, I know stuff from Dad as well at school, the other guys and stuff like that."
"Mom, I'm not a kid any more." He squirmed slightly in his chair as his mother appeared about ready to speak. "I know, I know. I'm not an adult yet and I have lots to learn about all kindsa stuff, but . . ." He shrugged and his voice trailed off. "I don't know. . . I just hope you're not hard on either Brett or me 'cause you think he's gonna be bad for me to be around. I can make my own decisions, Mom. If there's something I'm not sure of, or need to talk about, I know I can come to you or Dad for a hand figuring stuff out."
Susan looked at her son with a sad expression. "Honey, you've got to understand something about me . . . about all parents, really. We all want to protect our children. We start thinking that way before they're even born, and we continue for the rest of our lives. Sometimes, it's difficult to stop making decisions for them. I guess it's the toughest on the youngest child because we don't really want you to grow up." She looked at him with a crooked grin and reached out to gently clasp his hand, pleased when he interlaced his fingers with hers.
"You coming to me today, like this, tells me that you are growing up, and as much as I hate to admit it, you're able to make many decisions on your own."
"I know Brett being gay isn't going to rub off on you, or Glenn any more than it will on your father or me." She looked chagrined. "I got a little lecture from your grandmother about the same thing a couple days ago. I guess that shows that parents will continue to say what they think, even when you're ancient like me." He grinned at her small joke. "So," she continued, "I've had to get used to it, you will too." She smiled, taking any sting out of her words.
"If I've been making you or your brother uncomfortable, I'm sorry . . . really. I'll do my best to stop, but at least after our talk today, you'll know where I'm coming from." She stopped speaking for a moment and looked at him with a penetrating glance that would have had Brett or Glenn squirming in their seat. Kent merely looked at her with an unperturbed expression and a small grin, almost as if he was telling her, 'that look doesn't work with me.'
"Do you talk to your father about sex, often?" Kent shrugged.
"Not often, but quite a few times, since I was little, whenever he wants to talk, or whenever I have a question. Sometimes, we start talking about something else and end up talking about sex stuff. Dad's cool. He's not nervous or anything."
"You've never come to me."
"Mom! Dad and I talk about guy stuff. I'd be embarrassed to talk to you about some of those things. If I ever have a girlfriend, I'll make sure and talk to you, okay?" He gave her an impish grin. "But I want to talk about guy stuff with Dad . . . or Brett."
Brett stood next to his cousin looking out to the University campus across the street from Mikko's seventh floor loft. He moved closer and put his arm around his cousin's waist, resting his head on Leith's shoulder. "I'm gonna miss having you sleeping next to me when you guys move." He felt Leith's arm tighten around his shoulders in response to his words. Brett had been trying to convince his mother that moving in with Mikko and Leith would be a good thing, since he would be closer to school. So far, she had been unwilling to give her approval. Mikko had given his approval based on whatever Brett's parents decided.
As always, when he began talking about the subject of moving, Brett became restless. He released Leith and began to pace back and forth in the large unfurnished room. "I'm fed up with her and all the nonsense about me staying home until I'm older. Hell, if I were going to school someplace else, I'd have already moved. If I'm old enough to do that I'm surely old enough to move across town." He paused a moment and looked out to the campus with his hands on his hips. "If she doesn't give her permission, and if it's still okay with Mikko, I'm just gonna move out of there." Leith grabbed his cousin's hand as he walked past.
"Shhhh," Leith pulled his cousin close, wrapping his arms around Brett's waist. "We both know how you feel, so there's no need to get all upset about things. Everyone agrees with your thinking except your mom. Just don't do something that would make her take sides against Dad. They're finally getting along and if she's mad at him it makes things hard on your father."
"Besides." He looked around the loft. "Things here aren't ready for us to move in yet, so nothing has to be decided right away." He nuzzled against Brett's neck. "Mr. Studly, did I ever tell you how hot you look when you're angry? The shy man that met me at the airport when Dad and I arrived from Chicago, has been transformed." He licked across Brett's neck and then murmured into his ear. "I like the change. In fact, I'd like to strip you naked and fuck you again." Brett moved back slightly and grinned.
"What? Once a day isn't enough for you anymore?" Leith pulled him back into a strong embrace.
"No, Studly, once is not nearly enough. All I have to do is see the way your shorts show off your cute butt and I'm half-way to hard. When I kiss you." He briefly ran his lips over his cousin's, feeling the warmth of his rapid breaths against his own lips. "When I kiss you," he repeated, or feel your erection pressing against mine . . ." He pulled Brett close, grinding his groin against his cousin's. "Then, all I want to do is bury my face in your butt and get you all wet so you're ready for my dick."
"That's one of the reasons it'd be cool for you to live here. There wouldn't be any chance of your mom hearing us." He kissed the tip of Brett's nose. "You get sorta loud when you're about to shoot, you know."
Brett grinned, recalling how his brother Glenn, had pounded on the bathroom door, adjoining their two rooms, and asked them to, "cut the racket," because he was trying to do homework and couldn't concentrate with all the groaning and moaning. Leith had chuckled as Brett blushed. "I'm not sure if he thought I was torturing you or what," Leith chuckled. "You can sure be loud. I wonder if that's why your father has started turning the television sound louder." Brett looked at him with a surprised expression.
"What can I say? I'm having fun." He looked over his shoulder. "Speaking of fun, I bet Dad and Mikko are fooling around. Things are too quiet." He glanced at Leith and then toward the bedroom into which his father and uncle had disappeared. When he turned back to Leith he had a sly look on his face.
"Let's join 'em." Brett pried off his tennis shoes and then started to strip. "All this talk about sex has gotten me all horned up and I need to feel you in me again today." He skinned his shirt over his head and then stepped out of his underwear and then stepped back and urged Leith to strip quickly with an urgent motion of his hands. "Hurry, man. The thought of you on top of me, sliding into me is more than I can take." He looked toward the bedroom. "If Dad and Mikko are having sex, I don't want to miss it."
Leith began dropping his clothes on top of Brett's. "Shit, man. I had only thought of us watching them. That'd be cool, but I hadn't thought how hot it would be for them to be watching us." He skinned out of his underwear and stepped into his cousin's embrace, welcoming the wet kiss and the feeling of Brett's hands massaging the cheeks of his butt.
He groaned slightly and pushed himself back against Brett's hand. "You keep promising to fuck me, Studly. Am I gonna have to force you to shoot in me?" Brett smiled. "I will, just not today. I want Dad and Mikko to see how good a fucker you are." Brett grabbed his cousin's hand and pulled him in the direction of the bedroom. "C'mon, I bet I just heard someone moan."
They stopped before the door. At a gentle touch from Leith, the door silently swung wide, revealing Mikko lying on his back with his knees drawn back to his shoulders. It had been Mikko they had heard a moment before. Joel was kneeling behind him and was spreading his brother's ass cheeks wide as he lapped at his brother's hole.
Brett and Leith quietly walked into the room approaching Joel from behind. They stood for a few moments before Leith knelt on one side of his uncle and Brett the other.
"That's it, Joel," Leith murmured just loud enough to be heard. Joel opened his eyes in surprise, looking at his naked nephew and then turning to his left and seeing his equally naked son. A strand of saliva still connected him to his brother. He paused a moment as if lost in thought and then groaned and turned back to his brother, burying his face and moaning in pleasure.
"Get him ready for your big dick, Joel," Leith murmured at the same time he ran the open palm of his hand over his uncle's sweaty back. "You've been waiting to fuck my dad, haven't you?" Mikko briefly raised his head when he realized Leith was in the room with him and Joel. He turned his head to the side and saw Brett kneeling close by.
Brett moved closer to his uncle. "You love having my dad's tongue licking your butt hole, don't you Mikko?" Mikko groaned, caught up not only in the sensations his brother was giving him, but in the knowledge that his son and nephew were sharing the experience with him and Joel.
Brett leaned even closer and gently pinched one of his uncle's nipples. "Yeah, you like being rimmed by him almost as much as having his cock squirting inside you." Mikko groaned louder as Joel began aggressively licking over his brother's perineum and scrotum.
Leith ran his hands over his uncle's muscular butt and then moved to tease his asshole. Joel pressed back against his nephew's fingers, but Leith refused to penetrate him. "Come on, Joel. Let your son and me see your fat dick stretch Dad's hole. We wanna see you sliding into him and then hear your balls slap against him as you ride him hard."
Joel remained kneeling but rested back on his heels, grasping Mikko's ankles and spreading his legs wide. Brett quickly scooted forward and sucked his father's cock into his mouth. Joel looked at him in a mystified surprise, as if he wasn't quite sure what to do. Brett sank down as far as he could and then slowly moved back, releasing his father's spit-slick penis.
Leith reached out and slowly moved his fingers back and forth over his father's hairless anus, feeling it pulse beneath his fingers. Leith took hold of his uncle's spit-slick penis and aimed it at his father's hole, glancing at his uncle, silently giving him permission to enter.
Joel grinned and sank the entire length of his cock into his brother in one slow move, ignoring his Mikko's sharp intake of breath and his look of surprise. Both Leith and Brett moved behind Joel and watched as Mikko's hole seemed to stretch to its limit.
Leith glanced at Brett. "I can't believe he can take that thing." He reached between his uncle's legs and gently ran his fingers around the stretched opening of his father's anus, feeling his uncle's penis slide against his hand as he slammed it into his brother with a continuous series of grunts.
"Damn, I'm so hot." Leith groaned and moved to his father's side, urging Brett to lay back and expose his hole. In only seconds, he was rimming his cousin just as his uncle had been licking his father. Both Mikko and Joel glanced at their sons, less than two feet away.
"C'mon Leith," Joel urged with a husky voice. "Let me see you fuck my boy." He reached out and ran an admiring hand over Brett's legs, and then as Leith moved back, Joel paused a moment to rub a finger in a circle over his son's wet hole. Brett groaned loudly and Leith's cock jumped at the sound. Joel glanced at his nephew's face and then reached out to fondle his cock. "Nice, Leith." He had slowed down his assault on his brother's hole and was now moving in slow sensuous movements, pulling nearly all the way out and then slowly sliding back until his pubic hair brushed against his brother. He'd pause a moment and then slowly repeat the motion.
Mikko raised his head slightly. "Do it, Leith. I want to see my son fuck another man. Slide your big cock up Brett's smooth butt." Brett groaned loudly at his uncle's words and then even louder when Leith leaned forward and sucked down his cock and massaged it with his throat before taking a couple more laps against his hole.
Brett urged Leith to hurry, almost shouting. "Fuck me, Leith. Now! I want you in me." Joel moaned as he watched Leith slowly bury himself in Brett and then rest his body atop his cousin's as they began kissing while he slowly moved his hips in a small fucking motion.
"Shit, this so hot," Mikko groaned. "What's his asshole feel like, Leith? Is it tight and hot?" Leith groaned and his movements increased. "Are you going to fill his butt hole with your sweet sperm, son?" Leith's groans joined his cousin's.
"Yeah, Dad. He loves it when I shoot inside him."
"What's it feel like to have your cousin's big cock up your butt, Brett?" Joel's voice was rough with emotion as he watched the two young men. "You look so hot with Leith on top of you." Brett responded to his father's words with even louder groans.
"Come on Brett," his father urged. "Be as loud as you want. No one's going to hear you but us."
"I want to see Leith's jiz ooze out of your hole when he's done." Both Leith and Joel were thrusting faster, while Joel kept up the monologue.
"You like to lick your sperm out of a freshly fucked hole, Leith?" Brett's and Mikko's groans were simultaneous. Brett reached out and grabbed his uncle's hand.
"Yeah . . .," Leith was breathless. 'I lick . . . Brett's hole . . . clean . . every time I shoot."
"Shit," Mikko moaned. "This is so hot, having my son fucking another guy at my side." He shivered in pleasure as Joel plunged into him.
"You should see Leith's fat dick slide into my son, Mikko." Leith pulled out so his uncle could see the full length of his cock and then slid back, causing Brett to shudder with pleasure. "And my boy's beautiful cock is leaking all over his stomach." Brett reached out and began masturbating himself with his free hand, his whole body jerking with each of Leith's thrusts.
Joel leaned forward and began kissing Mikko, but pulled back in momentary surprise when Leith slapped his butt with a sharp smack of his open palm, leaving a red hand print on the pale skin. Joel once again picked up speed. There was another slap, followed by moans of pleasure from Mikko, Joel and Brett.
"Shoot, Joel," Mikko urged. "Fill me up."
"Then lick . . . his hole . . . clean, Dad," Brett managed to say. "While . . . Leith licks . . . mine." The moment Brett stopped speaking, Mikko groaned loudly and began to cum. Then, Brett shouted as his own orgasm took control of his body.
Brett's testicles were bouncing with the force of each of Leith's thrusts. The sight of Brett's sperm and the feeling of his anus tightening around his own hole pushed Leith close to his own orgasm.
"Cmon, Joel," he shouted. "Fill my dad's hole." Both Joel and Leith groaned at the same time and began to unload with a series of small jerks, each a shot of sperm filling their partner's hole.
After only moments, it was over and Joel and Leith collapsed on top of their partner's and began to kiss.
Leith moved back to his knees and slowly pulled out. His cock was covered with a slick sheen, and the sperm began drooling out of Brett's hole. "Look, Joel," Leith urged. "Your boy's got a beautiful butt hole, doesn't he? I love to see my sperm oozing out." Joel glanced at Leith and then at his son before he reached out and ran his fingers over his son's wet asshole. He raised the slimy fingers to his face, looked at them a moment, and then licked them clean.
He pulled out of Mikko's hole and invited Leith to follow his lead and take some of his sperm directly from his father's hole. Leith glanced at his father and then reached out and massaged his hole a little, pleased when a large dollop of sperm oozed out onto his fingers. Leith found that his erection had returned. He glanced at Joel and then brought his fingers to his mouth and licked a portion of his uncle's sperm off his fingers before offering them to Brett, inviting him to clean his father's cum off his fingers.
"Shit men," Mikko whimpered as they all cuddled, wrapped in one another's arms. "This was soooo hot." His voice trembled with emotion as he spoke. "I never experienced anything so exciting in my whole life." Joel chuckled and began kissing him, enjoying the feeling of his brother's hands on his body, as well as those of his son and nephew.
Leith awoke, realizing the room was now lit only by the street lights below. Brett was nestled against him, breathing slowly, and both his father and uncle were still wrapped in one another's arms, deeply asleep. He closed his eyes and smiled in contentment.
The hum of the car's air conditioner and the traffic surrounding them were the only sounds as Brett and his father drove home from Mikko and Leith's new place. Brett glanced at his father out of the corner of his eye.
"Dad, are you getting serious about Mikko? I mean really serious? I see the way you're looking at him, and the way you hold him. It's as if you don't want to let go . . . ever. Is that what you're thinking?" Joel drove on for a few minutes without speaking. Finally, he turned toward his son with a slightly troubled look on his face.
"It's that obvious, is it?" Brett nodded with an equally troubled expression. Joel barked a laugh that contained no humor. "Mikko has told me I'm getting too serious, but has not suggested any way for me to not be serious. I feel screwed no matter which way I turn." He snorted. "I never expected this to happen when I invited them to stay with us for a few weeks."
"I'm trapped, Brett. I love your mother and I don't want to do anything to hurt her. At the same time, I love Mikko, and he, rightly so, also doesn't want to hurt your mother. I can't live without your mother, and I can't live without my brother."
"Mikko also tells me that he wants a family of his own, whether that be with another woman, or with a guy, he doesn't know. All he knows is that he wants someone at the same time he wants me."
"The whole situation is a mess. I don't see any way out where someone doesn't get hurt. "
"What are you going to do?" Joel turned toward his son with a crooked grin.
"I don't have a clue, Brett. Not a clue."
~ to be continued ~
Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I've been amazed at how many of you have contacted me about 'Leith' and my other story, 'Phalen.' I always welcome your email and enjoy hearing your thoughts. If you would like me to send a pic of the character(s), please ask.
I have two other stories you may want to read. The first is called, 'Chris,' and is in the Nifty College Section. The second is called 'Wesley,' and is located in the Adult Relationships section. I hope you enjoy them both.
Best wishes,
Roy Reinikainen roynm@mac.com suomalainen_abq@mac.com