Henri

HENRI

Chapter 5

by

Ben Ezra Jacobson

Friday morning arrived with plenty of sunshine. Hank had slept straight through the evening and had awakened alone in his bed. He sat up quickly and looked around the room. Tom was gone. He stumbled from the bed and hurried to the bathroom to take a piss and to see if Tom was there. He was not. Hank grabbed a shower and put on clean clothing...and hurried down the stairs. Tom was sitting at the kitchen table with his white cane leaning against his lap.

"Didn't think I could do it...did you kid?"

"I didn't know what to think, Tom. You were up and gone before I knew what had happened."

"Well, I had all the sleeping I could stand for one night...and now...I am going to help Maggie clean up from yesterday's feast," he said with a chuckle.

She laughed, "Yes, he is going to mop the floor and clean the oven."

Tom laughed back, "Actually...today I am just the cheering section...but I will get the hang of all of this again."

"Of course you will, dear. It's kind of nice to have someone here to talk to on work days. Maurice goes to tend the cows so early and Hank leaves for school. Most days are a little dull when I am here by myself. I'm glad to have you here with us again."

"Thanks, Maggie," Tom said...smiling. Inside he did not feel like smiling...but he knew he had to blend and there was little sense in postponing the start.

"Tom...will you be alright here without me? Pete is suppose to pick me up today and we are going to go winterize the lake house. He wants to put all the outside furniture away and drain the water lines and flush them so they don't freeze during the winter."

"Go kid...I am in good hands here with Maggie. I'll see you this evening when you get home. Or are you coming home this evening?"

"Well, Pete did say something about staying over tonight and finishing the clean up on Saturday morning. Would you mind terribly?"

"Mind? Hell no. Go and have a good time. I'm fine here. You and Pete have a task ahead of you...go get it done," he said with a chuckle. "Go get it done."

Tom's sudden impulse was to snap at Hank...but hurting his feelings was not a good way to blend back in.

"Come here kid," he said...and grabbed Hanks neck pulling him down to his own level and gave him a noogie until he hollered. "Now go get that lake house cleaned up...or I'll kick your..."

"Tom," shouted Maggie.

"Or I'll kick your keester."

Hank laughed as he ran out the door when Pete's car horn honked in front of the farm house.

"Hey, dude."

"Hey, yourself," Pete shot back. "You ready to get all dirty and sweaty?"

"You bet, lets go get the project under way."

As they drove along, Pete looked at Hank. "How's your Uncle Tom doing? Is he getting around OK with the white cane?"

"Yah...he's doing a pretty good job of it," he responded.

Pete looked over at him again. "What's wrong, Hank?"

"Wrong?"

"Yeah...you have trouble written all over your face."

"Am I that transparent," Hank asked him..?

"Sometimes. Can you talk about it?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Tom laid a bomb shell on me yesterday."

"How so," he asked..?

"He's not my uncle."

"What you mean, he's not your uncle," Pete asked?

"My dad had a fling before he married my mom. He was fucking around with some girl in his senior class in high school and Tom was born from it. She died and he and my mom were supporting Tom all along. They sent him to college. Then he came to live with us...and they were afraid that it would throw me for a loop...so they always made me think that he was just one of my dad's younger brothers. He's seven years older than me...and it always seemed true to me. Now he tells me that he is really my half-brother. I don't give a shit about that...but..."

"Go on," said Pete.

"Pete...I've been fucking my brother. I've been committing incest."

"No shit? Is Tom upset with it?"

"It has been troubling him for some time...but he just pushed it out of his mind because I was so attached to him. Now, he is afraid that we could get into trouble over this. He holds me close and is tender with me...but the sex has changed since his accident. He hasn't come right out and told me...but I think he is trying to push that part out of our lives."

"Hank...you can understand his concerns, can't you?"

"Yes, I can. We are not the first set of brothers who have enjoyed sex together...but by law, we could get into a lot of trouble over this. So yes, I can understand that he may push me aside sexually...but never, as a brother and family member."

"That's much to his credit, Hank. You can love him without making love to him."

Pete pulled the car into the lake house driveway and shut off the engine. He reached over and patted Hank's shoulder...then stepped out of the car.

It took a few hours to wash down the lawn furniture and to pack it away in the wood storage shed in the back yard. They raked leaves and burned them down by the lake. It was probably an adventure in futility...because the property was planted with oak trees and they would gradually drop their leaves all winter long. They raked up several baskets full of oak sticks and acorns and breaking the sticks up into small pieces...laid a fire in the family room fireplace. Soon the room began to get warm and the burning oak smelled good.

The lake house was set back from the rural gravel road. In the summer, it was hard to see it because of all the trees and shrubs...but in autumn, one could see the road between the openings of deciduous shrubs. Pete had brought sandwiches, chips and soda pop for lunch. He had taken some steaks out of the freezer in the basement and had brought some potatoes to bake for supper and a couple of cans of baked beans.

"We won't be going hungry, that's for sure," he responded. Hank watched as he unloaded the back pack he was toting in the trunk of the car. "I brought some sleeping bags if you want to camp in front of the fireplace tonight...or you can have one of the bedrooms if you would prefer a little privacy."

Hank laughed, "Pulling the drapes when it gets dark is all the privacy I need."

Pete chuckled, "Me too. I think sleeping on the floor by the fire will be fun."

In the afternoon, the boys took all the sheets, blankets and towels and packed them into boxes to be taken home and laundered and put away for the winter. They cleaned out the kitchen cabinets and took all the canned goods and food supplies in boxes to the car. In the morning...they would drain the water pipes and with a small air compressor...blow the lines clear of water and put anti-freeze in the toilets and the sink drains. The family would not return to the lake house until spring. They did not want to find broken pipes and drains when they returned. All the windows were locked and double checked. All the windows had precut wooden rods placed in them so the windows could not be forced open. Same for the sliding patio doors. All the door locks were sprayed with a graphite sealant to keep moisture out. By the time all of the items on the list that needed to be done were checked off ...the sun was setting.

"I'm ready to cook some steaks. How about you, Hank?"

"The thought of food is beginning to sound really good."

"It always sounds good to me," Pete answered back. "I'll grab some charcoal from the basement if you want to get the grill rack from the pantry. We'll get the charcoal going good, while we get cleaned up a bit."

They put the charcoal right over the wood embers from the fire they had started earlier. It would take about a half hour for the coals to be ready for steaks. After wrapping the potatoes for baking...they pitched them into the coals. Let's grab a shower and get the cabin dust off of us while the fire is burning...and then we'll start the steaks," Pete suggested.

With the drapes closed and the doors all locked, they stripped down naked before the fire and headed to the bathroom to shower. The hot water felt good as it cascaded over them. Pete took some shampoo and rubbed it into Hanks hair. Hank leaned forward and let him do so. The process felt good. When he was rinsed, he returned the favor to Pete. With an excess of suds on his scalp, Hank grabbed a handful of suds and rubbed it into Pete's pubic hair. Pete's cock immediately came to full mast. Taking some bar soap...he lathered up his dick and balls. The circular motion felt really good. He could tell that Pete was really enjoying the stimulation.

All of a sudden he reached out and stopped Hank from going any further. "Hank, I don't want to get off in the shower. Well, actually I do...but let's keep the heavy stuff until later when we can enjoy each other without hurrying to get done. I don't want to hurry. I want to take a lot of time and enjoy you to the max."

Hank pulled back his hand. He was sure another five or six pumps with the soap on Pete's cock would have brought on an ejaculation. They rinsed the soap from their bodies and climbed out of the shower. Drying each other with towels was almost as erotic...and they had to take care not to over stimulate each other. A piss in the bathroom bowl brought Pete back into the soft mode. He went to check the fire while Hank finished toweling off and taking a piss to get his erection back to the soft mode as well. When Hank came into the living room, naked...Pete walked over to him and kissed him on the lips. Hank smiled. They embraced and held each other for a long hug.

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Tom laid on the sofa and listened to the television program that Maurice and Maggie were watching. He chuckled several times to the dialog that he had heard before.

"I love these old TV series. Even if I can not see them now...I still remember them when I was a kid. Now I can see them in my mind. The voices are all still the same."

"You are in a good mood this evening," Maggie called to him.

"Yes, I am. That eye specialist that I am suppose to see, called and talked to me on the phone this afternoon."

"You mean, Dear...that his office called you?"

"No, he called me himself. He talked to me about twenty minutes...and asked all kinds of questions about what I could see. I told him I could see graduations of light but it was like looking through a heavy frosted glass...kind of like what is used in restroom windows. He said that was encouraging. He also said that the natural lens in my eyes may be to badly scarred to clear...but that it might possibly be that eye surgery and new intraocular implants...might allow me to see again. We'll know more about it next week when I go for a first consultation."

Maurice jumped up from his chair, "Tom that is fantastic...but don't get your hopes overly wrought until you see the surgeon in person, OK."

"I won't Dad."

"It's good to hear you call me dad again."

"Well, since Hank knows my story...it seems appropriate to do so."

Tom grew silent. He was thankful the truth was out...but now it meant that he had to control the love he felt for his younger brother. He did not want to do anything that would jeopardize their family.

The television played on. Tom felt tears in his eyes. He closed his eyes hoping to stop the flow and shortly went soundly asleep.

. . . . . . . .

The fire in the fireplace was crackling. The steaks and baked potatoes were great. Why is it that food cooked on an open fire always tastes so good. Everything was cleaned up and put away. The boys pushed the sofa back from the front of the fireplace so that they could stretch sleeping bags out on the rug. They had first laid down a couple of thick quilts and placed the sleeping bags on top of them. They then would cover themselves with a sheet and a heavy blanket when it was time to sleep.

Laying flat on his back, naked before the fire, Hank reached up and put his arms around Pete's neck as he leaned down and kissed him. Hank raised his head from the pillow and kissed him back. Pete laid down on top of Hank, chest to chest and cock to cock. Hank pressed up against him and Pete pushed back. They were both at full mast. Pete plied him again with a deep kiss and then raised his weight off of Hank. He sat straddled his legs and just looked at his naked body.

"Hank, anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

"Shit, I'm not beautiful...you're the one who is handsome beyond compare."

`You're beautiful to me," Pete said. " I could look at you all day."

He reached down and slowly ran his hand over Hank's face. Touching his cheek real soft and across his closed eyes, then back over his forehead. "I can't get enough of you."

Hank laughed, "You can have as much of me as you want."

"I want all of you, Hank...but I want to get it slowly." He kissed Hank on the side of his face and then with his hands, ran them over his shoulders and across his chest. He touched his nipples and gave them a lite squeeze. Hank sighed deeply. Pete then put his finger into Hank's belly button before moving his fingers down into his groin hair.

"I think it is cool how your pubic hair is straight as it can be...and bushy. It feels so soft between my fingers. He leaned forward and kissed his groin hair. "You smell so clean. I love touching you."

"You're sure making me feel good, Pete. Let me do the same for you."

Pete answered back, "You can...but later. I want to focus just on you right now."

He took his tongue and ran it on the underneath side of Hank's cock. After the third pass, Pete engulfed Hank's cock in his mouth. As he used his tongue to tickle the sensory areas along his shaft, it began to stiffen in his mouth. Hank leaned his head back and moaned. Pete went up and down on his hard shaft with his lips surrounding it. Hank's rod was so tight that it pulsated with every pass of Pete's lips.

Hank jerked his dick out of Pete's mouth. "As good as that feels...I don't want to get off that quickly."

"Right." said Pete as he took his finger nails and lightly ran them over the inside of Hank's thighs and then with his hands, began to massage his legs and feet.

"Are you ticklish on the bottom of your feet, Hank?"

One lick on the bottom of Hank's foot brought a swift kick in the air.

"Evidently so," Pete laughed.

He grabbed Hank's legs and pushed them up into the air and then back against his chest. With his tongue, he began to rim the area around Hank's sphincter. Slowly running his tongue around and around and then across the opening. Hank threw his head back and moaned. As Pete put his tongue in the center of his sphincter and pushed in a bit...Hank screamed out like a banshee.

"Oh shit, Pete. That is too intense...I can't stand it. It feels so good, it almost hurts."

After a few more passes across the sphincter...he put his index finger into his mouth and laid it on Hank's hole and slowly pressed it in.

Hank was wiggling all over the sleeping bag.

"Can't take it...it is too intense..!"

Ignoring his whining...Pete reached under his pillow and took out a small tube of lubricant and stuck his finger into the container. With an ample amount, he rubbed it onto Hank's sphincter and pushed his finger into the opening. Hank was panting like a pregnant woman giving birth. Pete curled his finger and place it on Hank's prostate and started massaging it with small circular motions. Hank was leaking pre-cum profusely as he wiggled and begged Pete to stop. Pete kept on, round and round against the prostate gland. The pleasure was too intense for Hank. As his dick was becoming swollen... he ejaculated and had his first orgasm. He screamed as it shot...and was shaking as if having a spasm. He ejaculated a second load, still without anyone touching his cock. Pete pulled his finger out and grabbing a handful of lube...began to stroke Hank's cock. Hank felt another orgasm building.

"I think I am going to fire again, Pete."

Pete, using his left hand now...stuck his finger into the lube container and then pushed his left hand index finger back into Hank's ass as the stroking on his dick caused a final and dramatic orgasm and ejaculation. Semen went everywhere. He shot three feet into the air. It fell back over his chest and legs. After the final spurt...Hank became too tender to touch. He jumped up and pulled away from Pete.

"Damn Pete...I can't stand another stroke. You've got to quit right now," he panted nearly out of breath.

Pete laughed, "Well, how was it."

Catching his breath, he responded, " It was the most intense orgasm and ejaculation I have ever had. I'm still shaking."

"Go grab a quick shower," Pete told him, "It will renew your body and calm you."

Hank slowly meandered to the bathroom and took a hot shower. When he got back...he lay down on the sleeping bag and stared into Pete's eyes. Then reaching up...he kissed him deeply.

I hope you will not hate me for saying this..."but, I love you Pete. Only a true friend would do for a buddy what you just did to me."

"I love you too, Hank. I did not know how much until just this evening. Thanks for not pulling away from me. I wanted you to feel my affection for you."

Hank reached over... and for a few minutes, just held him close to him as the fire began to die down. He got up and put a couple more logs on the fire. As the fire began to crackle with new fuel...he turned to Pete and said, "Now it is your turn."

As Pete lay on his back, Hank ran his tongue over his nipples and then ever so slightly bit down and put a little pressure on them. He ran his tongue down the center hair line of his belly...and like Pete...played with his groin hair. Pete's cock was hard as a rock. He put his lips over the head of Pete's dick and slid down on it.

"Changing positions," Hank ordered. " I want you to get on your hands and knees and bend over the edge of the sofa. Put your chest on the sofa cushion."

Pete did as instructed. Hank got behind him and with his finger nails...made little circles over his back before applying some body lotion and massaging his back muscles. Pete was purring like a cat. Hank then massaged his butt and played with Pete's sphincter before oiling and massaging his thighs. Pete was sighing and breathing heavy. With well oiled hands, he massaged his scrotum, rotating Pete's balls with his palm.

"Oh god...I love having my balls rubbed," Pete whispered.

Hank pulled down on his balls and stretched the scrotum. Pete obviously was enjoying it. Hank lay down on his back and scooted forward to lay under Pete's groin. Pete had his legs spread as far as he could without falling on the floor. Hank reached up with his tongue and ran it up along the bottom of Pete's penis. As he became more excited...Hank took his left hand with a well lubed finger and inserted it into Pete's rectum. With his finger on the prostate gland...and his mouth around his cock...Pete began to thrust downward and gyrate. It took only a few thrusts and he told Hank..." I'm going to cum..you better back off."

Hank pulled his mouth off of Pete's cock just long enough to say, " nothing doing." He reached up with his mouth and once again engulfed Pete's cock as he pushed his finger deeper. Pete screamed as he ejaculated a heavy load into Hank's mouth. Thrust after thrust...until he was drained. Hank gagged once...and swallowed Pete's load.

The two boys lay next to each other...drained of all energy and semen. They looked into each other's faces and with just the fire light...smiled.

"I love you Pete. This has been the best day of my life."

"I love you too Hank. I never knew that I could love someone as much as I love you."

They kissed each other again and again before finally snuggling up together under the sheet and blanket as the fire began to die. The embers began to loose their energy and the room began to darken. Both boys were tired but almost too happy to sleep. They did not want to let go of each other. Pete finally dosed off. Hank kissed him on the side of his cheek, closed his eyes...and finally went to sleep as well. The room grew dark. Only soft breathing could be heard.

. . . . . . . .

Maurice and Hank accompanied Tom to the city to see the eye surgeon. Since they were early...they found chairs and sat. Maurice asked him if he would mind if he and Hank went to run an errand. They would be back shortly.

"Not at all...I'll be fine here. Go...I'll see you when you return."

A few minutes later another person enter the room and sat down next to Tom. It was awkward. He did not know whether or not to speak to the individual.

"Hi...my name is Andrew," the voice next to him said.

"Hi, yourself...I'm Tom Chateau."

"Pleased to meet you Tom Chateau." He reached out his hand to shake...but Tom did not grab it. Tom felt Andrew reach out and take his hand and place it into his own hand.

"Forgive me Tom...but I can not see your hand...so I have to reach for it."

Tom laughed, "I can't see your hand either Andrew. This could be really awkward if we had meet in the men's room."

Both men laughed.

"Have you been unable to see all your life, Tom?"

"No...a land mine blew up in front of me in Iraq...when I was a soldier during Desert Storm...you?

"I've been blind all my life. Congenital," Andrew replied.

"Bummer."

"Kind of...but I have never known sight...so it seems normal to me."

"I'm sorry Andrew...I bet you think I am the biggest clod you have ever met."

"Why? I don't know you. I don't think you're a clod at all...just another person with similar circumstances... a kindred spirit. What brings you here," Andrew asked.

"Well, the doctor seems to think that intraocular implants might allow me to see again...at least a little."

"Cool...I hope it works out for you."

"Thanks man...I am hoping so too. What about you..?"

"I have an infection in the left eye. The doc is treating me for it. It will not affect my blindness...but the infection makes the eye itch and causes some swelling. It is a common complaint with those of us who are blind and always will be."

"You have a cell phone Andrew?"

"Yes...You..?"

"Yeah."

"Would you mind if I called you sometime...to talk," Tom asked.

"Not at all...that would be cool."

They continued to converse when Maurice and Hank returned.

"Andrew...I'd like you to meet my dad, Maurice Chateau and my little brother, Hank."

"Hi Maurice. Hi Hank." He held out his hand to shake. Maurice grabbed his hand and shook it and then Hank did the same.

A nurse came to the door. "Mr. Chateau...the doctor will see you know."

. . . . . . . .

Pete returned to college. Hank missed him. They texted back and forth in the evenings after classes. Tom lay on the sofa listening to the evening news. Hank was sitting on the floor next to him with his back to the sofa. Tom leaned to the edge and whispered in his ear... "If he sucks cock real good...and you don't want him for a boy friend...can I have him?"

Hank grabbed a pillow from the back of the sofa and threw it at him. He lay down on top of Tom and leaned to his ear...whispering... "Yes, he is the best...and you can't have him." He laughed and jumped away from the sofa so Tom could not grab him and give him a noogie.

"What do you guys think you are doing," demanded Maurice in his best fake anger voice?

"Just horsing around."

"Well knock it off...the weather is coming on...and I want to hear it."

They all laughed.

Tom had been in really good spirits since his doctor appointment. Hank wondered it it was because of the diagnosis the doctor had given him or if it was because he had become acquainted with Andrew. Either way...it was nice to see him better contented.

"Tom...what is Andrew's last name. I've not heard you say."

"Flextner...why?"

"No reason. You two have talked on the phone every evening since you met. Is he always so friendly?"

"Seems so, doesn't it. I suppose blind people don't have enemies to make them unhappy," Tom interjected.

"Does he have family?"

"He lives with his parents...just like us, why?"

"It just amazes me how quickly he makes friends. I thought he seemed real nice. You ought to invite him to come spend a week end with us," Hank said.

"Hank...neither of us can drive. How is it that we could have him over for a visit..?"

"I could go get him."

"Yes...you could. Maybe his family could bring him over...we could take him home. Or he could come by train. It's non stop. Not a bad idea, kid. Let's pass it by dad and Maggie."

"Yeah...why not."

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Pete called on Friday night.

"Hank, I wish you could come spend the week end. I've missed you, buddy."

"Hey Pete...missed you too. When you coming home again?"

"Christmas break in 10 more days. I can't wait to see you again, Hank."

"Me too...you better save me some time...or I'll be pissed."

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Tom invited Andrew to come for a visit on the week end...but he could not. He had already made plans with his family...but he did suggest an alternative day that he might come to visit and that was the day after Christmas. Train schedules were checked, tickets purchased and arrangements made to have Maurice pick him up at the train station on December 26th. He would plan to stay four days and return home...with the promise that Tom would take the train back with him for a few days.

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Pete called Hank the morning that his train would leave the university town and asked him to pick him up at the train station. His last class was over at 11:00 AM and he would hurry back to the dorm to pick up his clothes and packages and catch the 1:00 PM train going north. He would arrive about 4:00 PM...and Hank would be waiting for him. Time went into slow motion all afternoon.

Snow had started falling before dawn and it was likely that there would be some accumulation by the time Pete arrived. The old truck had worn tires on the back end...and was not very good in snow without the bed being full of fire wood or sand bags. At this time...Hank had neither.

Maurice came into the house from the milk barns. He was covered with new fallen snow. Turning to Hank, he said, "You had better take the SUV into town to pick up Pete...and use the four wheel drive. I don't want the two of you in a ditch somewhere."

"Thanks Dad," he replied. "I'm going to leave about 3:30 so I don't have to hurry."

"Hank, Dear," said his mom... "you taking Pete to his folks place or is he staying here tonight?"

"Don't know Mom...we hadn't talked about it on the phone, why?"

"We're having a nice Pork Roast for supper. I thought he might like to have supper here with us...and you could take him home tomorrow morning. I know his mother works at the hospital gift shop this afternoon and tonight. She told me so this morning when we ran into each other at the I.G.A."

"I'll ask him about it at the train station and give you call."

"That will work, dear. Would you stop at the store on the way home. I forgot to pick up the hot rolls for supper?"

"Yeah mom, will do."

Hank was parked in front of the train depot when Pete's train arrived. He had already made a quick stop at the store for Maggie...and once he got Pete's things in the SUV...they could head straight for home. Pete came down the steps of the railway coach with a back pack, a small suit case and a duffle bag full of Christmas packages. When Hank ran up to him...they embraced in a quick hug...and Hank grabbed the duffle bag and the suit case and they headed for the van.

Pete sat down in the deep seats of the SUV and sighed, "Damn it is good to get off that train. My butt aches from the hard seats. It sure is good to see you Hank."

Hank reached over and put his hand on Pete's knee. " It is good to have you back with us buddy. I've missed you. Mom has invited you to have supper with us...pork roast. She said you were welcome to stay over and I could take you home in the morning sometime."

"Cool," Pete replied. "Dad will get home from a run to Denver in two days and Marietta is spending the next few days with Mollie at their house. Mom is working at the hospital until late tonight...so there is no use going home and spending the night alone." He reached over and rested the palm of his hand on Hank's shoulder.

"So you missed me, huh," Hank said with a big Cheshire grin on his face?

"Sure have," Pete tossed back at him. He took his hand off of Hank's shoulder and reached over and fondled the bulge in Hank's jeans. "I've missed how good I feel when I am with you."

"Good," said Hank, "cause I intend to make you feel real good tonight, in bed."

Pete looked down at his own increasing bulge. There was a wet spot starting where his cock was rubbing against the fabric of his own jeans.

"It will not take much to get me really excited, I'm telling you now."

. . . . . . .

Tom had started sleeping in his own room the last few days and when Andrew called that night, he was lying in his own bed with the covers pulled up to his chest.

"Hey, Andrew...it is good to hear from you buddy. How has your day been?

"Hey Tom...not bad. I worked most of the day at the center with blind students. Braille never seemed difficult for me since I never knew anything different...but some of the kids that come to us...struggle with learning to read it."

"I have not had very good luck with it either," Tom advised him.

"It get's easier with practice Tom. Don't abandon your efforts...just in case..."

"Just in case the transplants don't work," Tom shot back at him.

"Hey buddy... I didn't mean it like that. Regardless to the outcome...you could be a positive influence in some other person's life. Hang in there."

"Sorry Andrew...I didn't mean to snap your head off. I'm still struggling with the idea that I might never be any better."

"It's ok kid...I know you'll be fine."

"So what you doing this evening," Tom asked?

"I've gone to my room. The family went out for some Christmas shopping...and it gives me a chance to latch the door and lay on the bed naked."

"That's me too. I came upstairs a few minutes ago and stripped off...laying between the sheets and trying to decide if I want to go to sleep or Jack off."

"Anyone there to help you."

"There used to be," Tom replied.

Andrew chuckled, "can you talk about it?"

I haven't been able to so far...it's complicated," Tom answered back.

"I'm a good listener, Tom."

"Well, you know that I told you that I was different from most guys."

"Yeah," Andrew replied.

"Well, I sort of got involved against my better judgment with my kid brother...back when he thought I was his uncle. Since then, I've sort of shut him out."

"How has he handled it since you told him the truth?"

"He loves me...I know that for sure...and he wanted to keep up the intimacy...but I couldn't because that would be making him commit incest," Tom said.

"So has he moved on?"

"Well, he doesn't talk about it to me anymore...but he is real tight with this kid who is the brother of a girl that he was dating some."

Andrew sighed, "Does the girl have any idea that he is a switch hitter."

"That's the irony Andrew...she wants to be a nun...and has never suggested any sexual overtures to him. Her brother looks and acts like he's straight as a string. But he's sexually involved with my brother. When I have asked Pete about it...he always tells me what I want to know."

"Well...that's your answer right there, Hank."

"Yeah."

"Hank...did you ever get involved with a girl," Andrew asked?

"No...I have known since I was a little kid about where my preferences ran."

"What about you, Andrew? You ever fuck a girl?"

"Yeah, I was married for awhile."

"What happened," asked Tom?

"She was only interested in the appearance of benevolence within her social set. I was too much responsibility. After a couple of months...she took off with someone else. She filed for a divorce. Told the judge that I abused her sexually?"

"How so," asked Tom.

"She said that all I wanted to do was fuck. She liked my hardware...but she didn't like caring for me. She met this guy that worked at the gym where I do my therapy...and before I knew it...she was gone with him. She married the dude."

"Money," Tom asked?

"Big time...he was an attorney. You know the type...big house, big car, big bank account, big dick."

"Andrew... she liked your hardware and yet she dumped you for this other dude?"

"Yeah man...she did. She said he was not as big as I am and it didn't hurt as much...the bitch."

"So, have you found another girl?"

"No...but I did find a buddy to hang with."

"Really. So you have converted to D/C?"

"Not yet Tom...but I am trying. He's really nice and sensible...and I think we could be very happy together."

"What's he like," Tom asked...his curiosity aroused..?

"Cute, mild mannered, nice voice and blind like me," Andrew answered.

"No shit," Tom answered. His hopes were dashing by the minute.

"Tom...are you still there..?"

"Yeah, sorry Andrew...I was just having a mental lapse...sorry. That's great that you have found someone. Have I seen him at the medical complex?"

"Yes...as a matter of fact you have...you fucker...it's you."

. . . . . . . . .

"Pete...it's so good to see you again," Maggie said as she embraced him when he came into the house.

"Hey Pete...glad to see you home from school for Christmas,"

"Thanks Mr. Chateau...I appreciate your kind offer to let me crash here tonight."

"Not a problem boy, you can keep Hank company so he does not spend so much time with his nose in a book all the time," Maurice laughed.

Maggie cut in, "You boys need to stow Pete's gear in the bedroom and then get washed up for supper. We eat in twenty minutes."

"Yes Ma'am," said Pete as he and Hank started up the stairs with Pete's things.

While they were getting Pete settled...Tom was coming down the stairway from the third floor. He was whistling Jingle Bells. Maurice and Maggie both stopped to stare at him.

"What just got into you," said Maurice, "You haven't said a half dozen words all day."

"I'm fine Dad," he answered back. "Guess I have caught the Christmas Spirit."

"Well it sure as hell is about time," laughed Maurice.

"I don't think Hell had anything to do with it Dad," Tom responded as he started whistling the second verse.