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 might not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Ben Hastings -- That's me!
Bill "Bubba" Hastings -- My Dad
Veronica Hastings -- My Mom.
Reyna -- My Best Friend
Ranj Kumar-- Another friend
Jared -- A football whore.
Sargeant Shipley -- High School Friend
Rex Majors -- Ranj's roommate.
Everett Majors - Rex's younger brother
Mick and Mack Majors - The twins
Kirby and Wyatt -- the youngest Majors
From Chapter 23:
We tiptoed into my room. Luckily my room -- and the den -- are on opposite sides of the house from Mom and Dad's room and where Wyatt and Kirby were bunking. We didn't have to worry too much about waking anyone. Everett said that Mick and Mack slept like the dead, and besides, it didn't matter if they knew we were doing anything.
We stripped down and attacked each other. We were both hard as rocks before we ever got into bed. His small skinny body felt so good against my own. With our genitals in full contact, his face was on my chest. He was on top and humped me while sucking on my nipple. That made me feel like I was gonna explode immediately - - but I didn't.
After flipping over, with him on the bottom for awhile, I positioned myself so we could kiss. From the bottom he humped my tummy and I was pushing mine between his legs. There was enough precum to make all this very easy and slick. I was about to come to my climax when he stopped altogether and said, "Ben -- will you make love to me?"
"Isn't that what we're doing?" I said.
"No -- I mean -- for reals. I mean -- I want you to put it - - in me - - tonight."
All of my being said, "YESS!" But ^Å
Chapter 24:
I looked into his face -- darkly visible in the unlit room -- He searched my eyes for approval. "Ev, my sweet boyfriend," He smiled at that, but his eyes already showed defeat. " -- everything in me is crying out to do as you request. But -- I'm not ready -- for that -- yet. And when we do that -- I don't want it to be sneaking in the middle of the night. I want it to be -- an outgrowth of our love, and when we can express our emotions -- out loud -- as I've already shown you. But this - " I grabbed his partially softened rod, " - is going to be well serviced tonight -- if you still want it. And this," I put his hand on my own, "- I hope you will give your best to!"
Everett smiled. "Okay -- Boyfriend!"
"And - " I said. "I want to wait until our birthday to complete that other event -- if we're ready then." Again he nodded. He hugged me close and kissed my neck, then our mouths met and we began to wrangle again.
When I bent down to take him in my mouth, he said, "Wait!" He also bent down. "I wanna do it together this time -- okay?" I answered by clamping onto him and slowly stroking it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around gently. He did the same until we both were at the edge, when I felt his hips start to thrust. His wood reached far enough to bump the back of my throat.
I started to do the same, and I felt him gag a little, so took shorter thrusts, but he went down as far as he could with his mouth and again gagged, but grabbing my butt, kept it down momentarily. He stopped gagging and then went faster. I felt my meat enter and re-enter his trachea, as his kept touching and tickling my own uvula with his glans.
Seemingly together we both started to moan quietly. His moan tuned to a guttural sound, whereas mine reached to a high pitched cry, as we both pumped squirt after squirt of our essence into each others throat.
When we were finished, we stayed in that position, while our members softened. He followed my lead as I munched gently on his soft meat. I then sucked it as hard as I could for a long time, and it came back hard again. Mine was still soft but as soon as he was hard, he started to bang me again, until he came a second time. Again I wrung every drop I could out of him.
We stayed in that position for a number of minutes. I came back up to kiss him, but he was already asleep.
I shook him gently. "Ev -- sweetheart -- you better go back to your bedroom." I cooed.
"Okay." He said. He got up and padded toward the door.
"Ev." I whispered loud enough to stop him. He turned around. "Don't I get a g'night kiss?"
He flew back and jumped on top of me. "Oh, Ben -- BEN! I love you so much!"
"Love you too, sweet boy." I said.
The next morning my parents let us both sleep late. Our breakfast was just the two of us. Everett said, "Last night was just - - perfect."
"I'm sorry to make you wait for - " I started to say.
"N0! You were right. I didn't go to sleep right away. I thought and thought about it. What we did last night was -- just right -- as I said, perfect. I -- I'm not sure I'm ready for the next step yet. Last night I thought I was. But now -- I see you're right. I'm glad we're waiting." Then he leaned close to me and looked into my eyes. "I am so much in love with you, Ben!" I opened my mouth. "No -- don't say anything -- please. I just wanted to tell you that -- whatever it means. I feel it -- right now."
"Yes -- I got that. I love you more and more, Ev." Then immediately I started chewing on a thick piece of ham -- and chewing on our conversation and doubting what I had just said. I've known this boy less than a month. How can he say he is in love with me?
But then who am I to say he's not? Maybe in his way, he's seen a lot more of life than I have. Maybe he is more emotionally advanced than I think. Maybe he is more mature in that way than I am. He's certainly been forced to deal with some things I never did. When he was a young teen, as he himself said, he liked what his dad did. I wonder. Maybe MOST boys would.
I tried to remember when I was that age and think what my reaction would have been if some older guy -- whom I loved anyway -- had started to touch me -- in certain ways -- would I have told him to stop? If what he was doing felt good and aroused feelings I liked -- I dunno -- maybe I would have liked it too. It's impossible to go back and feel like I did then. I know I was extremely curious.
"Wow. Where'd you go?" Said Everett. "Ben?"
"Huh?" I snapped out of my daydream. "Oh. Heh. Yeah, guess I zoned out for a moment."
"What were you thinking about so hard?" Said Everett.
"I -- uh -- kinda decided -- or -- um -- wondered, anyway -- I wonder if maybe you -- because of your home situation -- maybe you are -- you know -- more mature than I am in some ways. I mean maybe you have been forced to grow up faster than -- than -- you should -- or -- at least faster than other guys. Do you think that you were in love with -- um -- your brothers -- when you um -- had sex with them?"
"Ben -- please don't be mad -- or disappointed or something, but -- the last time we had sex was just before I came back to Duke." He turned away in shame.
"Ev -- I don't care about that. I have even more respect for you now that I know that. Did you guys -- do -- everything - ?"
"Just about. No, we didn't do fisting or tie each other up and all that stuff. But pretty much -- yes -- all that other stuff. If you're asking did we fuck -- yes -- we did."
"I can see why you wanted to do it with me so soon." I said.
"But I told you, I thought about it a lot last night. With Mick and Mack, it was a control issue."
"You didn't -- force -- yourself - " I tried to sound even-tempered and non-judgmental.
"Nuh-uh. It was that we were doing something that Daddy wouldn't have liked. We took that much control of our selves -- or something. And yeah, I think I thought I was in love with them. I was actually jealous of them. They were always closer than either of them could be with me. And it wasn't just when I had sex with them. But maybe that had something to do with how much I felt that way.
"And another thing -- I hated my daddy. But -- I also loved him. At first, I didn't like that he was coming to bed with me. It meant I couldn't jack off! He didn't do anything at first. He and Mama would have an argument and he would come in to my bed. I didn't think anything about that. Then once time he told me that he really loved me -- really loved me the best."
"He told you that?"
"And he started rubbing my shoulders. I loved that. I loved him back. He moved from there to hugging me -- front to front -- and rub my back that way. I liked that even more. When he first strayed down to my butt, I even asked why he was feeling my butt. He said he wasn't, but that if I liked my back rubbed, it was just part of it.
"One thing led to another, and by the time he was stroking my newly enlarged dick, I thought this was pretty cool. He kept telling me I was his favorite, and I shouldn't tell anyone, because he was supposed to love us all the same. I wanted to believe that -- and I also liked the feelings he was giving me. He always showed Rex so much approval -- playing football and all -- and then he was telling me I was his favorite. This was my daddy. I loved that!"
"Yeah, I can understand that. I wished I had more approval from Dad. Probably most guys do. I surely felt he was disappointed that I wasn't interested in sports. And I don't think that's right, but -- what your dad did -- I'm sorry Ev -- but that was just so wrong."
"Well, I know that - - now. I wonder if I woulda been gay if he didn't do that?"
"Me too. I hear some people talk about it as if it's a mental illness. I think that's crap. Others seem to go out of their way to prove that we were born that way'. I dunno about that either. And, scuze my language, but -- who the hell cares?" I said, feeling frustrated as I said it. "What I know is I AM gay and I AM attracted to guys and I'm NOT attracted to girls. That's reality, no matter what did or didn't cause it. As far as I'm concerned if someone figures out how to prevent a guy from being this way -- great! Who would wish this on anyone? Not me, man!"
"Not me either!"
"But if they start playing with genetics, who knows what other crap a guy would be stuck with -- or would maybe lose? For me -- for now -- I'm glad I have you, and I'm glad my parents accept me as I am. Many don't." I said.
"I know. Daddy accepts us. He just doesn't want us to let anyone else know -- I guess because they would blame him -- especially if they knew what he did."
"How can they not know now? Didn't the news people run with his story?"
"Nope! For some reason, they haven't."
"That's almost funny." I said.
"Huh?"
"If it was pro-gay, the news people would have it all over the front pages of every paper in the country. But if it might seem to point to gayness being caused -- rather than inborn -- they seem to suppress it. It's all such bull crap! They only print what they support."
"Why would they print what they don't support?"
"Do you read the news -- or listen to it on TV?"
"Not much."
"You will -- when you get older." I said, then caught how superior that must have sounded. "Sorry, dude. But it's true. As you get older, things seem to matter more. The news people are supposed to print everything so the people will be informed. At least that's the theory."
"I just don't care." He said.
"Good." I smiled.
"Why?"
"Because in the fall, when you have your first opportunity to vote -- I will TELL you how to vote -- since you don't care."
Everett looked at me as if I was crazy and I laughed. Then he laughed and I kissed him. "I do love you, you know!" I said.
"I'm happy about that!" he grinned.
"So -- what do you think about going to UCLA in the fall -- instead of Duke?"
His face fell. "Oh. I dunno about that. Rex -- goes there, and - "
"Ev, I'm pretty sure I can't get in to Duke. There are probably a few classes I can still pick up at a community college near there -- but the bottom line is -- eventually, I will need to come back here to get my degree. In other words, eventually we may have to be separated -- by about 3000 miles. You got a scholarship to Duke -- can't you get one to UCLA?"
"Ben, Daddy did everything he could to help Rex get his scholarship. I mean, Rex is a good ball player, but Daddy knew people -- and helped him out in that department. I had to do mine all myself. Daddy never saw any value in studying anything serious. Rex is studying serious stuff, but Daddy only cares about the football. Getting this scholarship was hard and took a lot of time. It's not like I can just say, `Um. I want my scholarship transferred to this other university.' It doesn't work that way. Both of those schools are out of state for me. That makes it even harder."
Everett has so much more together than I ever did, when it comes to this stuff. I know he's right. I sighed.
"Ben -- just be my boyfriend -- for now. If things work out that we want to -- be more than just boyfriends, we'll maybe find a way -- or -- something." Everett said. Um - "Where are your parents?"
"They left a note. They took your brothers to church."
"Didn't you say that they don't go to church?"
"They don't -- er -- didn't, anyway. Maybe they feel like with all these extra kids, they need to do something different."
"So -- we're all alone?" Said Everett, with a twinkle in his eye.
"I have no idea when they'll be home, Ev."
The phone rang. "Church just let out. We're taking the boys out for breakfast. Do you and Everett want to come?" Said my mom.
I looked at Everett. He looked so cute. He had no idea who was on the phone. "Naw. Thanks anyway. See you later." I said. She said g'bye, and we hung up. Everett looked querying at me. I suddenly attacked him. He started to laugh and so did I. I dragged him to the couch, leaving our breakfast half eaten. We were kissing and giggling and wrestling like a couple of three year olds.
Well, except maybe for the kissing part. Well, maybe also except for the Humping and tearing each others clothes off. Both our shirts were on the floor and our zippers were down and we were making so much noise we didn't hear the key in the door. I was laughing and thinking how great his skinny, boney torso felt against my own.
"Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" We were so startled that, being on top, I fell on the floor. Everett looked at me expectantly. I even considered it for a moment. A threesome sounded hot. It made my hard-on flex.
"Don't you ever knock?" I said.
"I usually come over about this time for breakfast."
"Everyone else went to church." I said, quickly coming down from my emotional high.
"I see. And it looks like you found your own way of worshipping, huh?"
"Jared!" I said. I was gonna tell him to go home, but then thought what his home was like. He considered this his home more than with his parents. I softened (in more than one way!) "Close the door and come in." I said.
"So you wanna take me up on my request?" He said, leaving no question what he was referring to, as he rubbed his crotch. My softening dick flexed again, causing it to harden up a little more again. I closed my eyes. Everything in me screamed YES!
"N-no -- Jared -- you -- I mean -- yeah, you look so good and -- I mean better than I ever expected -- but -- it would be too confusing -- I think -- to -- do that."
Jared looked at Everett. "Ev wants to." He said, arching his eyebrows a couple times. I looked at Everett. He was also rubbing his crotch, and smiled nervously at me. Did I have to be the heavy here? I have been making such a big deal about Everett and I not really being in love. Everett looked from me to Jared and back to me and involuntarily again pushed at his obviously pulsing boner.
I was not happy with Jared calling him Ev. I started to say no, but then Ev said, "Maybe just this once?"
I was so confused. I was pretty sure it was a very bad idea. But my body was reacting in another way. I glanced down and my dick was sticking out the top of my briefs. I made the mistake of looking from there to Jared. He laughed. I was busted.
"You -- you really want this?" I said to Everett.
"It'd be fun." He said.
"No kissing". I said.
"You guys can kiss!" Said Jared. "You're boyfriends! Aren't you?"
I climbed up on top of Everett and started to kiss him again, and despite the fact that I was uncomfortable doing it in front of Jared, it felt so good, and I guess the extra excitement is what made the generous dollop of precum spurt out of me.
While we kissed each other, I closed my eyes as I felt my jeans and briefs pulled off me. Before long all of us were naked. I said, "Lets go to the bedroom -- in case -- someone else comes home."
We went to my bedroom and again Everett and I started to kiss and Jared started to play with our genitals. I assumed he was giving us the same treatment, as he fondled my balls with one hand and then came up and stroked my dick with it. Then I felt his mouth on one testicle as he sucked and pulled at it with his teeth. I kissed Everett even more passionately.
Then I felt Jared's mouth warming the head of my dick, as his tongue flew around it. I couldn't help an involuntary thrusting motion. I didn't want to see what was going on, so kept my eyes closed. Soon his head was bobbing rapidly on me and I in turn was thrusting pretty wildly.
I started to scream as I felt my cum rising. It never felt this strong before. Everett kissed my mouth, subduing my cries a little. It was like a dream, as I pumped seemingly quarts of my stuff into a mouth that wasn't my boyfriend's -- because obviously: I was kissing him.
When I was finished, I flopped on my back on the bed, trying almost desperately to catch my breath. As I started to slow my breathing I looked over, because the bed was still bouncing wildly. I was horrified to see Jared on top of Everett, with Ev's legs and feet over his shoulders, as Jared started to heave and huff, as he pumped his cum deep into my boyfriends ass.
I wanted with all my being to object but I saw an unbelievable look on Everett's face. He looked like he was in heaven. Jared seemed to be savagely ramming himself over and over into Ev. Then Everett started to moan loudly and I saw cum blow out of his little woody and hit his face. When they finished, Jared fell face down on top of Everett. Everett grabbed him and kissed him deeply
I turned my face away. Then I turned my whole body away. They were still heaving heavily when I got up. I grabbed my clothes. Everett was crying by the time I got to the door. "Ben! Ben! Please don't -- ahhh -- ohhh -- noooooo!"
I went to the living room, threw on my clothes and left the house. I walked as far as the video store and there was an alley behind it. I went back there, found an old chair next to a door and sat down. Then I started to cry like a baby. Why had I agreed to doing that? WHY!!??
When I got home, Jared's car was gone. My parents drove up with the boys as I came to the driveway. I smiled and opened the door for my mom. "What're you doing out here, Honey?" She asked me.
"I needed to walk."
Seeing my face, she didn't say any more, with all the boys there. We went into the house. I expected to find Everett there, begging me -- for -- something -- I dunno -- forgiveness? He wasn't in the front room. I went to my bedroom and he wasn't there. I ran to his room, and there was a note on his bed.
"Ben, obviously you won't want to see me any more. I'll be in touch."
"MOM!" I said.
Mom read the note. "What happened?"
"We had a disagreement."
"This looks like more than a disagreement." She said. "Any idea where he is?"
"NO! I mean yes -- I mean -- I dunno! Maybe."
"Where?" She said. My dad walked in.
"What's going on?" Mom handed him the note.
"Where is he?"
"Ben thinks he may have an idea."
"We need to find him. He's still only 17." Said dad, not asking why he wrote the letter.
"Jared?" Mom said into the phone. "Is Everett there with you?"
She hung up the phone. "Jared says Everett was here when he left. What on earth caused him to -- write that letter and to -- leave?"
"He kissed Jared." I said. How could I tell them any more? That was enough.
"Oh. Well, his letter sounds -- like he is sorry. Where were you when this happened?"
"Right next to them." I said trying not to give anything else away.
"Ben, Everett has had a terrible time -- just like his brothers. He is probably confused."
I couldn't keep the tears from my eyes. "I don't think I could ever forget seeing what I saw."
"You mean the two of them kissing?" My dad said.
I paused too long, then said, "Yeah." I looked at the floor as I said it, paranoid that they knew there was more to it.
"Well, I can understand that." My dad said. "That's very odd. Had you and Everett had a fight?"
"No."
"Well, we better go look for him." Dad said. I agreed.
We didn't have to go far. When we came out of the house, he was sitting on the curb. He heard the door close and looked around. His face was red and his eyes were full. "I'll you two deal with this." My dad said softly and he went back into the house.
I went to the curb and sat down next to Everett, my arms folded. "I didn't know where to go."
"You shouldn't have left. We were worried."
"I know. That's why I came back."
"Yeah -- that and the fact that you didn't know where to go." I said, sounding more bitter than I had hoped.
"Ben -- I know it's weak -- but -- I'm sorry." He touched my shoulder. I winced. "Is there anything I can say -- to -- I dunno -- make it right -- or -- better?"
"You already did. You said you're sorry. I know you are. But Ev -- I just don't know -- if -- if -- if I can ever wipe that scene from my mind. I just -- don't -- know. I blame myself. I should never have agreed to -- to -- IT." I said.
"Maybe we can -- um -- pretend it didn't happen, Ben. I know that's stupid, but maybe we can at least try."
"Maybe -- but -- I dunno."
"I know. I'm sorry." He touched me again. "I love you, Ben."
I sprang to my feet and screamed, "DO YOU KNOW HOW SHALLOW THAT SOUNDS?" Tears immediately filled his eyes. "YOU'RE SUCH AN IMMATURE LITTLE - " I caught myself. "I'm sorry. It just hurts so much!" I then started to cry too. I looked and one of my neighbors stopped trimming his hedge and looked our way. I turned and walked slowly around the side of the house, and opening the gate, into the back yard. I half wondered, half hoped he would follow. He didn't.
Notes. Ahhh -- youth! They're so sure of themselves one minute -- and so unsure the next. I was a gay youth once. I know how confusing it can be. Sometimes I still feel that way. Any comments are welcome, to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve