Tim

Justin Chapter 6

This story is a continuation of the story of Kevin Foley, Rick Mashburn, and their "sons," Tim Murphy and Kyle Goodson, that started in "Tim."  It is about gay men and gay boys, and it contains descriptions of sex.  The sex is never intergenerational.  If you are offended by descriptions of gay sex, or if the law in your area forbids you to read them, please exit the story.  Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.  I appreciate feedback, and you can send it to me at brew_drinker23@yahoo.com.

--Brew Maxwell

Justin

Chapter 6

(Tim's Perspective)

Kevin and Rick adopted Justin the day after we found him in the motel room.  Kyle and I knew they would.

"Would you like it if they adopted him," he asked me as we were lying in bed that night.  We had made love, and we always talked for a little while before we went to sleep after we did that.

"Can they adopt a kid," I asked.  I thought about the fact that my dad's will said they would be my guardians, but it didn't say anything about adoption.

"I guess they can.  Why couldn't they," he asked.

"I thought gay guys couldn't adopt kids."

"Well, maybe just as foster parents and not real adopted parents, but it would be the same thing, don't you think," he asked.

"I don't know about that.  We're their kids, you and me.  I think two kids are enough, don't you," I asked.

"Do you like him," he asked.

"Do you," I asked in return.

Kyle shrugged.  "I guess he's okay.  It's kind of embarrassing the way he's always coming on to us.  Does he know we're boyfriends?

"I didn't tell him.  I loved it when you dunked him tonight for making that sound when Kevin and Rick were kissing.  He deserved that," I said.  "We need to keep an eye on him."

"He's going to be working with us, so that shouldn't be too hard," he said.

"Working with us?  Really?"

"Yeah, I called my dad tonight while you were taking a shit, and he said he could work at the motel with us.  I hope Herman don't get pissed off about it.  I felt kind of bad today when Rick got on to me for ragging Herman."

"I knew you did, Babe, but Rick was right," I said.

"Oh, I know he was right.  Really, I guess I got pissed off at myself for acting like such a jerk to poor old Herman.  He can't help that he's dumb."

I laughed.  "Herman ain't dumb, Babe," I said.

"I know, but he acts dumb sometimes.  Like today.  I'm going to talk to him tomorrow and apologize for being a prick.  Gimme a kiss."

We kissed each other good night.

"Good night.  I love you," he said.

"I love you, too.  Good night."

The next morning Kyle told us about getting a job for Justin.  When Kyle called his dad to make sure he had told Herman about Jus, Jus got pissed off when Kyle told his dad Jus was gay.  I didn't know what to say.  Kyle had gone out of his way to do something good for the guy, and Jus didn't seem to appreciate it at all.  I didn't understand why he was like that.  When he found out Kyle and I are gay, he got all weirded out because we hadn't let him suck our dicks the day before.  

We went to work, and Kev and Rick showed up with this enormous black guy from the adoption office or foster office or whatever it was, and he talked to Jus.  After they finished talking, the man said Justin was excited about being with Kev and Rick, and he was looking forward to having Kyle and me as brothers.  I started feeling a lot better about it.  I wasn't too surprised, after what Kyle and I had talked about the night before.

Everything changed, though, Sunday morning.  We caught Justin listening at the guys' door when they were making love.  That was something Kyle and I had never done and would never do.  Kyle got really mad at Justin, and I thought he was going to really beat his ass when he touched Kyle's dick through his underwear.  Justin was jerking off, so naturally Kyle and I both got hard.  That didn't mean we wanted anything from him, though.  That was just a natural reaction to seeing a guy hard and jerking.  Kyle body slammed Justin into the wall, and all Justin did was laugh.

I cleaned up the cum Justin spilled all over the carpet right outside the guys' bedroom.  I didn't like doing it, but we sure couldn't leave it there.  When I was finished, Kyle and I went back to Justin's room.  He was still naked, although his hard-on had gone down, probably from shooting his load in the hall.  We didn't even knock.  Kyle just opened the door, and we walked in.

"You dumb motherfucker," Kyle shouted at him.  "Don't you have any fucking respect, man?  Are you so fucking horny that you can't control yourself?"

"What the fuck is it to you, dude," Justin asked.

"You just disrespected the two greatest men on this earth, motherfucker, and you disrespected me and you disrespected my boyfriend.  That's what it is to me."  Kyle was really red in the face, and he was talking loud.  I hoped Kevin and Rick couldn't hear him.

"Whatever," Justin said.

That really made Kyle mad.  He grabbed Justin by his upper arm and jerked him to his feet.  Kyle raised his fist to smash it into Justin's face, but Justin didn't do anything to protect himself or to hit Kyle.  Kyle threw him back onto the bed.

"You ain't worth hurting my knuckles on," Kyle said.  "Let's go, Tim," he said to me.

We started to leave the room, but Justin stopped us.

"Don't go, man," he said.

"What did you say," Kyle shouted as he turned toward Justin.

"I said don't go.  I want to talk to you," Justin said.

"Well talk," Kyle said.  I could tell he was still way mad, but he was calming down some.

"What I did was wrong, man, but I didn't know it was wrong when I did it," he said.

"You didn't know it was wrong to listen outside their door while they made love?  You didn't know it was wrong to jerk off in the hall all over the carpet?"  Kyle's voice was loud again, and it sounded like he couldn't believe what Justin was saying.

"I figured you and Tim did it every chance you got, man.  I got hard right away when I heard the sounds Kevin was making, and I just started jacking.  I wasn't thinking."

"We never have done that, Jus," Kyle said.  He was much calmer than he had been just a few seconds before.  He even called him "Jus."

"I'm sorry I did it, Kyle, and I won't ever do anything like that again, not to them and not to y'all."

Justin started crying.  Kyle got onto the bed with him and hugged him.  Jus was really sobbing hard, and I knew Kyle was feeling really sorry for him.  Jus started getting hard, and he moved his hand down toward his dick.

"Leave it alone, Justin," Kyle said softly, and Jus took his hand away from his crotch.

I didn't say a word the whole time, but Kyle kept looking at me for support.  I was really proud of Kyle for not hitting Jus and for forgiving him when Jus needed to be forgiven.  I loved Kyle, and I thought I might want us to be like Rick and Kevin, for the rest of our lives.  That morning, though, I switched from "thought I might" to "knew I did."

Justin was really scared about going out to talk to Kevin and Rick.

"They're going to kick me out.  I know they will," Justin kept saying.  He started crying again when he said that.

"Those are the best guys in the world, man," Kyle said.  "They're not going to kick you out.  You're our brother."

Kyle tickled Justin a little, and Jus laughed.  That made Kyle and me smile.

Kyle told me to hold Justin's hand when we went out there.  He made Justin put on the pair of underwear he had worn the day before, and we went out to talk to them.  Justin told them he was sorry and he would never do it again.  Rick made us all get on the sofa together, and in a few seconds he and Kevin were tickling us and making us all laugh.  That was a very rough morning, and I was glad when it was over.

The day before we had all gone shopping for furniture for Justin's room.  Rick had a good friend from his running club who had a furniture store downtown, and that's where we went to look for it.  The guy's name was Larry, and it looked like he was a good friend of Kevin, too.  They introduced us, and we shook hands.  Larry was long and lean, and his hands were the size of a shovel.  They got busy talking about furniture, and Kyle and I looked around the store.

"That Larry guy is built like a runner," Kyle said.

"What do you mean," I asked.

"Did you see how tall he is, and how skinny?  He ain't built like me and Rick.  We're both built like football players," he said.

"But you both run," I said.

"Yeah, but we don't have the natural body for it.  We ain't as efficient as Larry is at running, I bet."

"Do you like running," I asked.  Kyle had run cross country for two years, but he never did training runs like Rick did every day, at least as far as I knew.

"Not really," he said.

"Why do you do it then," I asked.

"To have something to do, I guess.  I told you before, I was really lonely before I met you and the guys, Babe.  I had friends, but almost all of them had girlfriends.  I was sort of like a fish out of water," he said.

"Are you going to run again next year," I asked.

"Probably not."

We walked around the store as we talked.  They had nice stuff in it, but we got bored pretty fast.  Kevin found us sitting on two chairs up near the front of the store.

"You guys don't have to hang around in here.  You can go see what's going on out there, if you want to.  Just be back here in an hour," Kev said.

That was all we needed to hear, and we were out of there in a heartbeat.  There were a whole bunch of shops and stuff all around.  We went into an army surplus store, and we checked out all the uniforms.  They had some pretty neat clothes, but it all looked like it was for cold weather.  Kyle found some pins of eagles, and we each bought one.  We figured we ought to each have one since we were both Eagle Scouts.

We left there and went down a few doors to a coffee house.  I had never been in one of those places before.  There were about a dozen computers, and about half of them were in use.  They had decorations from all the local high schools and the two colleges that were there.  We saw one table where this guy and girl were sitting.  They were both dressed in all black.  She had on a long black dress and black lipstick.  The guy had on a black long sleeve shirt, and he had black fingernail polish on all his fingers.  It looked like everybody in the place was smoking.

We ordered cups of coffee and a pastry each at the counter, and we found a table.  The place really wasn't all that crowded, and the people were spread out all over the place.  There were a couple of older guys, like around my dad's age.  One of them was sitting with a fat woman who was showing a lot of the tops of her tits.  She was smoking, too, but she had her cigarette in a long black holder.  It was almost like she was in a costume.

"There are some weird fucks in this place," Kyle said under his breath.  "Did you check her out," he said, meaning the woman in the costume.

"Yeah, I know.  Did you see the dude with the black fingernails," I asked.

"Goths," he said.

After we finished eating our snack, Kyle pulled out his cigarettes.  He smoked so few of them that sometimes I forgot he smoked at all.  He lit one up.

"You gotta have one in here, dude," he said, pushing his pack toward me.  I took one and lit up, too.

In a few seconds, a guy came over and sat down at our table.  He stared into Kyle face, and then he looked away.

"Sorry," he said.  "I thought you were a guy I know.  You look just like him."

"Who," Kyle blurted out before the guy could get all the way up.

"Clay Goodson.  Do you know him.  We dated for a few weeks last summer.  Nothing real serious, but I really liked him."

"Yeah, I know him.  He's my brother.  You dated my brother?"  Kyle had a look of total surprise on his face.

"Oh, shit!  You didn't know," the guy asked.

"What's your name, man," Kyle asked.  "I'm Kyle Goodson, and this is Tim Murphy."

"Jason Foster.  Nice to meet you."  We both shook hands with Jason.  He was very red right at that moment, and his hand was sweaty when I shook it.  He was very good looking, and he was dressed in a button-up shirt and khaki shorts.  It didn't look like Jason fit in that place any more than we did.

"Did I, er, say something I shouldn't have said," he asked.  He seemed nervous.

"Naw, that's cool man.  I already knew.  Not about you, but I knew my brother dated guys," Kyle said.

He was lying big time, and he knew I knew it.  One of the things I liked about Kyle was the fact that he would never embarrass another person, even if he had to lie to keep from doing it.

We chatted with Jason.  We found out he was going into his senior year of high school and that he worked at a shoe store across the street.  He lived in town, but he liked to hang out at the beach.  He and Clay had met somewhere the summer before, and they had had a few dates before it was time for Clay to leave for college.  Jason hadn't heard from Clay since then, but he said he would like to catch back up with him.  After a while, he glanced at his watch and said he had to get back to work.

"Give me your phone number so I can give it to Clay the next time he comes home," Kyle said.

Jason had a pen in his shirt pocket, so he wrote his number on a napkin and gave it to Kyle.

"Thanks, Kyle," Jason said.  "Nice to meet you guys."

"Same here," Kyle and I said at the same time.

When he was gone, I asked, "Did you know your brother dated guys?"

"No, and it kind of pisses me off, you know?"

"Why would that piss you off?  Gayness runs in families, you know?  It's like a gene we got, or something."

"I know.  It doesn't piss me off that he's gay.  It pisses me off that he hasn't told me.  I mean, we're both out to him.  He knows Mom and Dad are fine with it.  What's his problem?  I gotta find out about my own brother in some fucking dive of a coffee shop?"

"Well, there's nothing you can do about it," I said.

"Yes, there is, Babe.  I could introduce him to Rick and Kevin.  They could be his big brother, too."

"How old is Clay," I asked.

"He's only eighteen.  I got held back in kindergarten; he got promoted from kindergarten to second grade.  It's like together we had to spend twenty-six years in school.  He spent twelve and I'm spending fourteen.  It's like together we have to add up to the right amount, you know?"

"You're crazy, man," I said.  I didn't really think he was crazy; I thought he was the cutest guy on the planet.

"I know, and that scares me."

My dad had to go to Gainesville to attend some kind of class to become an oral surgeon in Florida.  He had been one in the Navy, but he had to take some big test to be one in Florida.  I thought I would miss him, probably, but I was happy that I got to stay with Rick and Kevin while he was gone.

"Are you going to become a fucking Gator," Rick asked my dad when we had gone to their house to talk about it right after he had gotten home.

"Not in heart, my friend," my dad had said.

"We're trying to raise this kid right, aren't we," Rick asked, meaning me.

"My brother is a Gator, and my parents both went there, too," Kyle said.

"Yeah, that's right.  I had forgotten about that.  You have to leave now, and never come back," Rick said.

Everybody, including Kyle, knew Rick was just carrying on.  He and Kevin were die-hard Florida State University Seminoles, and Rick hated the Gator football team more than he hated the devil.  He thought the actual university was one of the greats in the South, and he liked all the Florida alums he knew.  But Rick, Kyle, and Kyle's parents had grown up in Florida, and part of the culture of the state was the bitter rivalry between those two schools.  Toss in the University of Miami, and you had football rivalries that divided families worse than the Civil War had.

Kyle stood up.  "Good bye, Rick.  Good bye, Kevin.  Good bye, my love.  Good bye, Mister Goodson.  I love you all, and I always will," he said in the saddest voice I had ever heard in my life.  There were real tears in his eyes, and, for a second, I forgot it was a joke and thought the guy I loved was gone, just like that.  "But I must go, never to return."  He turned to walk toward the door.

Rick jumped up and started clapping.  "Bravo!  Bravo!," he said.  My dad and Kevin did the same thing, so I stood up and clapped, too.

Kyle turned around with a huge grin on his face.  It was only then I realized what a good actor he was.  He was just playing a part in a play.  He came back and sat down at the table with us.  He was proud of himself, and I was proud of him, too.

The day Larry's store delivered Justin's new furniture, he got so happy and excited and proud about it that he got on Kyle's nerves.  To tell you the truth, he got on my nerves about it, too.  We all had to go look at it about fifteen times, and, every time, he had just moved one little thing an inch or two.  The last time he wanted us to look at it, Kyle even told him he was getting on his nerves.  Justin looked really sad that nobody wanted to look at his room again, so I got up to go see it.  We were watching a Braves game, which was boring the piss out of me.  Kyle said he wanted to watch the game, but it was one-one in the fourth inning, and I knew he just didn't want to get up again.  I kicked him when I passed by, going to Jus's room.  Kyle didn't say anything or react when I did that, but he knew I had done it on purpose.

That turned out to be kind of an interesting night when Jus and I got back.  We started talking about sex, and we learned some cool stuff.  First of all, we learned that Justin thought sex was just ass fucking and that it was supposed to hurt.  Then we learned about docking.  

We went to bed around 9:30 that night.  Kyle started taking my clothes off before I even got the door locked.  He tickled me a little, so I was giggling.  I knew he wanted to try docking, and I wanted to see what it felt like, too.

"You're pretty damn horny tonight," I joked.

"I've been hard for an hour," he said.  "I can't sit around talking about fucking and sucking dick and that stuff and not get horny, can you?"

"What do you think," I asked.  We were naked by then, and I pulled him to me for a deep kiss.  Our dicks touched, and we rubbed back and forth against each other to make them feel good.  I loved to see Kyle naked, and I loved to feel his naked skin on my naked skin.

"You want to try it," he asked.

"Yeah, don't you," I asked.

He took my dick in his hand and pulled the foreskin forward as far as it would go.

"Tell me if this hurts, okay?"

"Okay," I said, "but so far it just feels good."

"Does it stretch a lot," he asked.

"Yeah, but let me do it.  I know how much it will stretch, and you don't--yet."  We grinned at each other when we said that.

Getting my foreskin over the head of his dick wasn't all that easy at first.  I would just about get it on him when it would slip out of my hands, and I'd have to start all over.  

"What you're doing feels really good," he said.  "Does it feel good to you?"

"Yeah, but I keep losing it," I said.

"Don't force it if it won't go," he said.  

We had both been looking down at what I was doing.  Kyle had his hands on my shoulders, but he moved them down to my chest and started playing with my nipples.  That felt great, and I shot all over Kyle's dick in just a few seconds.  I thought he would be mad at me, but he wasn't.

"Watch this," he said.

He took some of my juice and started rubbing it into his own nipples.  In about a half a minute he groaned, and his dick started spurting.  He hadn't even touched it.

We got in bed and tried docking a few more times.  We finally did it the third time, and it was okay.

"That wasn't all that good, was it," he said.

"It was okay.  I think we just need practice."

He laughed, and then he kissed me.

We learned that night that Jus wanted a boyfriend.  We had several gay friends who were looking for boyfriends, but David was number one on the list.

The next day at work, Kyle came up to the pool, where I worked.  Justin's title was "beach-pool liaison boy," and what that really meant was he took over the beach while Kyle came up to the pool to talk to me.  Sometimes I went down to the beach while Justin did the pool.  It didn't matter to Herman, who just did what Mr. Goodson told him to do, and it didn't matter to Mr. Goodson, who thought Kyle and I "hung the moon," as he had said many times about us.

"Let's call Dave to see if he wants to eat lunch with us," Kyle said.

Kyle had gotten Dave a job at one of their other motels.  I couldn't remember if he was beach boy or pool boy, but he was one of those two.  Kyle called the motel where he worked and asked for him.  Whoever answered the phone said that Dave was off from the middle of June until the middle of July.

"This is Kyle Goodson," he said.  "Do you know who I am?"

"Of course, Kyle.  This is Barry Clark.  Do you remember me?"  Kyle had the phone wedged between our ears so I could hear, too.

"Sure, Barry.  Wazzzup?" Kyle asked.

"Not much.  What's up with you?"

"Not much.  Do you know Dave's home number?"

"Yeah, I got it right here," he said.  Barry gave the number, and I wrote it in some dirt that we were next to.

"Thanks, Barry," Kyle said.  "I owe you, man."

"I'm going to remember that in a few years, Kyle," Barry said.

Kyle did a motion like he was jerking off a really big dick, and I laughed a little.

"For sure, Barry.  Thanks and bye."

"Do you really know that guy," I asked.

"We have eleven motels and sixteen gift shops.  What do you think?  There is only one of me to remember, but there are a lot of them."

"Call Dave at home, man," I said.

"Okay."

He dialed the number, and he must have gotten it wrong because the recording said the number wasn't in service at this time.  He dialed again.

"Hello, Mrs. Fugate," Kyle said.  "This is Kyle Goodson, and I'm a friend of Dave's."

"I know, Kyle.  Your mother is a friend of mine.  I haven't seen you and Dave shooting baskets for a while."

"No, ma'am, but we hang out some at school.  Is he there?"

"No, he's not, Kyle.  He's at church camp.  He's a junior counselor.  He won't be home until the middle of next month.  Is there a message I can give him?"

"No, ma'am.  I was just calling to see if he wanted to have lunch."

"Kyle, I have lunch with my friends several times a week.  Having lunch with your friends is a Southern tradition, and I'm so glad to see that it's caught on already in the next generation.  Oh, Kyle, I know your mother, too.  She's a very dear friend of mine.  I have lunch with her sometimes, too, and we play bridge together occasionally.  Do you play bridge, Kyle.  It's a wonderful game, and you're never too young to learn.  I wish I could talk David into learning how to play bridge.  I'd be happy to teach you boys, if you'd like."

Kyle snapped his fingers against his thumb to mean that that lady was a real talker.

"Yes, ma'am, I know.  Well, I have to go now, Mrs. Fugate.  I look forward to seeing you soon, ma'am.  Bye."  Kyle was talking fast.

"Bye, Kyle.  I'm so glad David has nice friends like you.  Say hello to your parents for me.  Bye."

"What was that all about," I asked, when Kyle got off the phone.  

"That was all about being a Southerner when you talk to your friends' parents, man.  They're much better friends with my parents then Dave and I are.  If people know your parents, they think they know you, too.  That's just the way it is."**

"She talks a lot, doesn't she," I asked.**

"That wasn't even a taste of it, if she's like most ladies my mom hangs out with," he said.  Then, "Shit, I wish I could think of somebody to call."

"Why are you so interested in finding Justin a boyfriend," I asked.

"So his lily white ass won't be sniffing around your golden brown ass, that's why."  He punched me lightly, and I laughed.

"Speaking of that, he sure hasn't tanned very much," I said.

"I know.  Maybe he doesn't need to use so much sun screen," he said.

"What's he using," I asked.

"SPF 40.  Do you think that's too high?  Kevin told me to make sure he doesn't get burned," he said.

"Jeez, Kyle.  He could live on the sun with 40 on and not get burned," I said.  "He ought to cut it back to about 20, don't you think?"

"Yeah."  He was distracted trying to think of guys to introduce to Justin.  He got up and walked over to his backpack.  He got his shorts out and dug for his wallet.  He found the napkin with Jason's number on it.  He held it up triumphantly.  "Jason!" he said.

Kyle called Jason's number.

"Hello.  This is Kyle Goodson.  May I speak to Jason, please," he said.  He held the phone so I could listen, too.

"Hi, Kyle.  This is Jason.  What's up?"

"Not much.  What's up with you?"

"Not much.  Pretty bored, actually," Jason said.

"Oh, yeah?  You feel like eating some lunch?"

"Sure.  With you?"

"Yeah, with me and Tim Goodson, the other guy you met last Saturday, and with another friend of ours," Kyle said.

"Who is he," Jason asked.

"His name is Justin Davis, and he's new here.  He's cute, too, Jason."

"Why did you say that," Jason asked.

"I thought that you'd like to know, that's all.  You're gay, right?"

"Er, well, er..."

"It's cool, Jason.  You said you dated my brother, and I sort of assumed, you know?  Tim and I are gay.  We're boyfriends."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really.  Are you dating anyone right now," Kyle asked.

"No," he said.

"Well, come and meet Justin.  You guys might like each other."

"Okay.  Where?"

Kyle gave Jason details about when and where. 

"You're good at that," I said, after they had hung up.

"Let's wait and see if he shows up," he said.  I hadn't thought about that.

We had a "staff meeting" with the beach-pool liaison boy to talk about lunch.  After Kyle explained what he had done, Justin asked,

"Why are you doing all of this for me?"

"Because you're my brother, and I like you," Kyle said.

"You like me?"

"Is that so hard to believe, Jus?  We both like you.  Plus, I think you're a cute guy, too."

He looked at me and asked, "You, too?"

"Yeah, me, too.  Don't you believe us?"

He smiled a really nice smile.

On the way to the pizza place, we talked to Justin about not talking with food in his mouth and about not interrupting anybody when they were talking.  He did both of those things, and they didn't make such a good impression.

"I want y'all to tell me stuff like that, okay," he said.  "I don't have good manners like y'all do, but I want to."

"Okay.  Just don't get mad if we tell you stuff you don't like, okay," Kyle said.

"Kyle, if you see me talking with food in my mouth, nudge me under the table, okay," he said.

"Okay, bubba," Kyle said.

"Why do you call him 'bubba,'" I asked.

Kyle and Justin both laughed.

"It's Southern for 'brother,' Tim," Jus said.

"There's a guy at school named Bubba," I said.

"That's his nickname, Tim," Jus said.  "They call him that 'cause he's somebody's brother.  They also say 'Bub' sometimes."

"Jus, why do you talk so Southern.  Kyle doesn't talk like you?"

"He ain't from Alabama, that's why.  He's one of them Florida crackers.  They talk funny."

"Tim, hit him for me, would you please, Babe?  I can't hit and drive, too."

"That's the first time either one of you guys has teased me, you know that, Kyle?"

"Well, you better get used to it, Jus, with him and Rick around," I said.

"That Rick's a rascal, ain't he?  You know something, I never did say 'thank you' to the two of you for saving my ass back at the mo-tel last week.  It was a week ago day before yesterday, you know?"

"You don't have to thank us, Jus.  We did it 'cause you smelled so good," Kyle said.

"Sh-et," he said and laughed.  Kyle and I laughed, too.

"By the way," Kyle said, "we don't have to go back after lunch, and we don't have to work tomorrow, either."

"When are we going to get paid," Jus asked.  "That twenty Rick give me last Thursday morning's about gone.  Kyle, if you hadn't given me that carton of smokes, I'd be bumming butts."

"I thought your days of bumming butts were over, Jus," Kyle said.

It took Jus a second to figure out what Kyle had said, but he laughed when he did.

"Shit, you're pretty cute, Kyle.  You're cute, too, Tim.  Y'all are both cute."

For the first time, it seemed like Justin was just a guy, like us.  He wasn't some poor creature we had to feel sorry for or some street kid that our guys had taken in.  He just seemed like an ordinary guy who liked to joke and have fun, just like we did.

"To answer your question, Jus, here's your pay." 

Kyle handed an envelop over the seat to Justin.  We worked ten hours a day in the summer, and we made $10 an hour, so Justin's pay for the four-and-a-half days we worked was $450.00 in cash.

"Holy fuckin' shit, man," Justin said when he took the money out of the envelop.  "I ain't never had this much loot that I could keep in my whole life put together."  He laughed excitedly.

"My dad always pays in cash the first time, Justin, but you'll get a check with tax taken out next week," Kyle said.  "By the way, Tim, I have your check and mine, too."

Justin tried to hand Kyle $25.

"What are you doing, Bubba," Kyle asked.

"I'm paying you back for them smokes, Bubba," he said.

"Don't pay him for them, Jus.  He didn't buy 'em," I said.

"What'd you do?  Shoplift 'em?"

"Naw, he gets them from his dad's warehouse, Jus," I said.  "Bubba, I mean."

"It's a art to talk Southern, Tim.  You're a smart boy.  You'll catch on, eventually.  Now Kyle's another story."

Kyle and I both laughed at what he said.  Justin beamed over the fact that we thought what he had said was funny.

Jason pulled his car into the parking lot of the restaurant just as we were getting out of the car.  We walked over and introduced him to Justin.  They checked each other out the way guys do when they meet for the first time.

"They were both thinking, 'I wonder what his dick looks like,'" Kyle whispered to me once they were far enough ahead of us not to hear.  I laughed out loud.

Lunch went much better than I thought it would.  It turned out that Jason had relatives who lived within "spittin' distance" of where Justin grew up, and they even knew a few of the same people.  Jason had spent a good bit of time visiting his grandparents up there, and before long his speech was sounding more and more like Justin and less and less like Kyle and me.  I mentioned that when Kyle and I went to the restroom to pee.  "That there's a gud syhn," Kyle said.  I laughed, of course.

After lunch we went to Kyle's house.  We had to chill for about a half hour until the maid left, but then we all got "nekkid," as Justin said, and got in the pool.  Jason was right at home swimming nude, and he played all the games and had as much fun as we did.

After about an hour, Kyle said he wanted my opinion about something that was in his room, so he and I wrapped towels around our waists and went inside.  Once we were in his room, I asked what he had to show me.

"I didn't want to show you anything.  I just wanted to give them some privacy.  This is going better than I ever hoped," he said.

"You are such a nice person, you know it?"

"I'm only nice 'cause I'm in love," he said.

"Oh, yeah?  Who are you in love with," I teased.

"Jason.  Who do you think?"

"Oh."  I made my voice sound real pathetic.

He grabbed me and hugged me.

"I'm in love with you, you little monkey," he said.  He ruffled my hair, and water from it went all over the place.

"You know what I thought you were going to say," I asked.

"What?"

"I thought you were going to say 'you little sex monkey.'  I overheard Rick say that to Kevin one time."

"Man, I love that.  That is so cute.  You are my little sex monkey, aren't you?  That is your nickname to me from now on."  He chuckled.

I got real emotional all of a sudden.  "I love you," I said.  "You are such a good person."

"The way you said that was different from the way you've ever said it before.  This is tearing me up.  I love you so much I could explode with it."

Kyle's love exploded, all right, very deep into my guts about thirty minutes later.  We both slept for about a half hour after that.

"What time is it," he asked me.

I looked at his alarm clock next to the bed.  "It's four o'clock.  Do you want to get up?"

"I never want to get out of bed with you, not for the rest of my life."

I didn't say anything.

"You're supposed to say how romantic that line was," he said.

I laughed.  He was so cute.

"Lez git up and see what dem bohz is up to," he said, imitating Justin and Jason.

I laughed again, but we got up.  We wrapped our towels around our waists again.  It didn't make any sense to do that, but we did it.  We went into the kitchen so Kyle could make a pot of coffee.  He drank coffee every afternoon, just like a grownup.  He stood at the sink, which had a window into the back yard right above it.

"Tim, come see this," he said excitedly.  He sort of whispered it, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why.  "Look at 'em."

Justin and Jason were in the middle of the pool.  They had their arms around one another, and they were kissing.

"We are here today, sports fans, watching our brother's First Kiss."  He was holding a scrub brush for pots and pans up to his mouth like it was a microphone.  "The lips are parting.  Justin leans into Jason, and Jason leans back.  The erection meter is on a full ten for both contestants.  Ah.  There they go.  Jason dips a bit to run his dick all the way up Justin's.  Justin responds with a slight shiver, and he thrusts back into Jason.  They're showing remarkable tongue power, it seems."

They were doing every bit of what he said, and listening to him made me laugh so hard I could hardly breath.

"Oh.  Oh.  Oh, my God.  Jason appears poised to shoot.  Justin reaches down and grabs Jason's butt.  He clutches his opponent to him with a mighty force.  Justin grinds in on him.  Jason's face has that orgasmic look we've come to expect and love here on ESPN-69.  I think...yes...yes...Oh, my God!"

I was hard as a rock from watching them, but I was totally weak from laughing so hard.  I fell down onto the floor, and I pulled Kyle's towel off him when I did.  He started laughing because I was laughing so hard, and he crumpled onto the floor with me.  

After I had gotten control of myself, I lay on my back on the kitchen floor, totally naked with a hard-on.  Kyle was right beside me, equally hard.

"Do you know what's not funny," he asked.

"What," I gasped.

"Now I've got to clean that fucking pool."

The way he said that was hilarious to me, and I laughed hard again.

There was absolutely no way we could go out there with them.  In a few minutes they got out of the pool, and it was pretty obvious they were on the coming-down side of erections.  They both got dressed, and then they kissed again.  Kyle and I ducked down so they wouldn't see us, and then we put our towels back on.  When we went outside, Jus was lighting up a cigarette, and Jason was gone.

He grinned so hard when he saw us I thought I'd have to call my dad to sew his cheeks back together.

"Hey.  Did you have fun, Bubba," Kyle asked.

"This was the most fun I've ever had in my life.  I've got a date tonight."  He was cute when he said that, real proud of himself and all.

"Oh, man," Kyle shouted, and he jumped on Jus in a huge hug. 

Kyle wrapped his arms around his neck and head, and his legs around his waist, and Justin danced with him that way.  Kyle had lost his towel in doing that, and he was completely naked. 

"Come here, you," Justin said to me.  "Jump up here with us."

I jumped on Justin's back, and the three brothers hugged and kissed one another in odd places.  Eventually, Justin's strength gave out, and we all collapsed in the grass, laughing hard.

"I love y'all, guys.  Thank you for saving me," he said.  He started crying tears of happiness and joy, and it didn't take me and Kyle more than a few seconds to join him.

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