JC and the Actor, Chapter 17, Copyright 2003
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Chapter 17
Walking back from my parents' bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, I ran into my dad in the hallway.
"Oh, hey dad," I said, slightly embarrassed, not from being in the towel but for my reason for needing to shower.
"Hey kid," he responded. "You two having fun?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, my cheeks reddening.
He looked at me, a bit confused. "Josh, did Josh like being out on the farm?"
"Oh," I laughed, trying to change the direction my thoughts had taken. "Yeah, I think he liked it."
"You weren't too hard on him?"
"Uh, I, uh, don't think so."
"Great. Well, I was just coming to drop off these bags, your mother made me go shopping with her this morning. Apparently only men in their 70s wear the clothes that I was."
"Cool" I laughed, leaning against the frame to their bedroom door, not realizing he couldn't get in. We stood there for a few moments until I realized what I was doing. "Oh, sorry," I said, stepping aside.
"No problem," he said, bringing the bags in and dropping them on the bed. My father wasn't very pushy and had stopped giving me orders many years ago. Apparently this rule also extended to a simple, "could you step aside?"
"Dad, is Edward ok?" I asked, to his obvious surprise.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, he had this look on his face last night like he wanted to say something, but couldn't."
"I'm not sure," my dad said, scratching his head. "I think he's always a bit nervous when you're around." He noticed my head sink a little when he said that and quickly continued, "You know what I mean, it's just that you're a lot older then him and he doesn't see you that often. All kids that age feel shy around guys your age."
"That's not the only reason, is it?" I asked quietly.
"Nathaniel, he admires you. He thinks you have accomplished amazing things, and he hears how your mother and I talk about you. I think he is afraid that you don't like him, or that he can't live up to what you have become."
"That's silly," I said. "He's so talented, I'm surprised he's not going to a conservatory. And he's a nicer person than I ever was."
"You're a wonderful person, Nathaniel," he said affirmatively. "You've always been exactly who you should be. I would never want to see you back down from something you had an issue with." He knew that I was thinking that I had been mean to him.
"I'm not very accepting of people's weaknesses," I said. "I think being that way has hurt me too."
"Nathaniel," he said, stepping closer to me. "I don't expect you to ever forgive me, and I have never asked you to. If what I did was unforgivable by your standards, then so be it. I know I hurt you and your mother, and it wouldn't have been right for me to expect you to welcome Edward into the family with open arms. I only wish that you could forgive me, but I'll always love you and think you're perfect no matter what."
Few people had ever summed up their thoughts so well, and I found myself just standing there, smiling at him. I knew where I had learned my verbal delivery. "I think it's time I let a lot of things go," I said after a moment. My dad smiled, and for lack of any better way to conclude the conversation, I gave him a quick hug, then headed back toward my room. I stopped halfway down the hall and turned around.
"Dad, do you think it's too late for me to be a brother to Edward?"
He shook his head. "No," he said. "You may be surprised to see how much you two are alike."
"Ask him to dinner tonight, would you?" I asked, stepping into my room. I had expected to find JC inside, but he wasn't there. On the bed was a note that read, "NO MORE CHORES! I'm helping your mother make lunch." I laughed to myself, and started to get dressed.
"That's ok, Joshua," I heard as I neared the kitchen door. "I can make another batch in a few minutes. Why don't you just sit down over here?"
I stepped inside to see my mom, politely escorting JC to one of the stools near the kitchen counter. His face was a little red, and he was smiling nervously.
"What's going on?" I laughed, surveying the situation.
"Nothing," my mom quickly answered. "Joshua was just helping me make lunch." She was pulling dough out of the pasta maker, and trying to avoid the chopped tomatoes that were all over the floor.
"I broke that machine," JC said, pointing at the pasta maker and sounding quite upset with himself. "After I dropped the tomatoes all over the floor."
"Don't be silly," my mom said. "You didn't break anything." She had taken to using a spatula handle to try and get the dough out.
"Yeah," I laughed, grabbing some paper towels. "It's just that the dough doesn't normally go in that part of the machine." I started laughing a bit louder as I bent over and started picking up the tomatoes.
"I'm sorry," JC said to my mom. "I just thought I could help."
"And I appreciate that," she said. She had rinsed out some of the pieces, and was now reassembling the machine. I was still laughing, thinking that JC looked very much like a puppy dog. My mom was being exceedingly nice about his destruction of her kitchen, but I could tell she was afraid he might try to help again.
"Why don't you take Joshua for a walk?" she suggested.
"Ok," I said, pretending I didn't want to. "Come on, Josh." I threw the used paper towels into the trash and led him out the back door.
"I feel so bad," he started. He was wearing his own t-shirt and jeans again, and was looking his usual adorable self. He had shaved and his floppy hair was combed away from his face. "I thought it would be a nice bonding experience."
"Don't worry about it, my mom already loves you, she just has a set way of doing things."
"You mean, like, correctly?" His breath followed with a laugh.
After assuring him that we wouldn't be doing any more labor, we walked through the fields in back of my house, enjoying the sun and the fresh air. JC got a little nervous when we came upon the cows making their daily trek across the property, but I assured him that he didn't have to milk any of them. I think that he must have felt he was in some sort of movie. I'm sure that after all of his years in the entertainment industry, it must have been hard to think about people living this way.
I told him that I had talked to my dad, and that I had invited Edward for dinner. He was happy and surprised when I told him that I thought he was largely responsible for my transformation. I couldn't quite explain to him or to myself why, but being with him just seemed to make me want to be happier, and not want to have negative feelings.
After about an hour, we went back into the house to find lunch all prepared. My mother had made a pasta salad (for the second time), with a variety of fresh vegetables from the garden she kept on the side of the house. The four of us sat down at the kitchen table, and there was a casualness to our conversation, which had not existed last night. My parents asked me about the movie I was going to make. They were nervous about me going on location in the African jungle, but they knew it was an opportunity I could not pass up.
They asked JC what he was up to, and he explained that he was on a publicity tour in Europe, and would then be beginning a music tour that would last several months.
"That must be hard for you two," my mom said, referring to the fact that we would soon be separated from each other again. 'I am sure there is a way you can work it out."
"Well," I began, not really wanting to talk about it. "I think it is likely that Josh will be on the European leg of his tour while I am filming, so I'm hoping that may make it more possible for us to meet up from time to time."
"I'm sure it will," JC said, smiling at me nicely.
"Oh," my dad interrupted. "I called Edward. He sounded very excited about coming to dinner, but he said he had already made a date."
"It is Saturday night," JC said.
"Aww," I laughed. "Straight kids are so cute."
My dad continued. "He's been dating this girl for the past couple of years now, I think." He looked toward my mom for confirmation.
My mother nodded. "Yes, she is very sweet and lovely. She is going to Dartmouth as well."
"Well, that works out nice for him then, doesn't it?" I said.
"As long as he doesn't neglect his studies," my dad responded.
"Oh well, maybe we'll get to see him before we leave Monday morning," I said.
"That would be nice," said my mom.
:"So how did you guys get to know each other?" my dad asked suddenly. It was an innocent question, but brought back several drunken images of dancing and a dirty bathroom.
JC saw that my mind had temporarily left and quickly answered, "I went with my friend Justin to the opening night of Nate's play. I was lucky enough to meet him backstage, and he invited us to the actors' after-party." He refolded the napkin on his lap. "We've kind of been together ever since." JC smiled at me and gave me a friendly wink. I smiled back at him, reminded once again of the fact that we did have a real relationship.
"Helen and I have seen all of Nate's plays," my dad said. "This one we don't know what to do about because we don't want to watch him walk around naked for a half-hour." Both of my parents laughed a bit, and I told them that I was in total agreement with their decision.
With lunch finished and with several hours left in the day, the four of us found that we didn't really know what else to do.
"We should take Joshua into town," my mother suddenly said, very excited. "Show him some small-town New England life."
"Josh is trying to keep a low profile this weekend," I answered.
"Actually, that sounds like fun," Josh said.
"Josh," I turned and looked at him. "This may not be New York, but some people here are going to know who you are."
'That's ok," he assured me. "I feel much more relaxed now. I think I can deal with the occasional onlooker or autograph seeker."
"That must be very annoying," my dad said.
"Nah, it's the least I can do," Josh answered.
"That's my guy," I teased.
We all climbed into my parents' car and drove into town. On the way, I pointed out the high school I went to.
"I was on varsity track," I told him with a wink.
JC leaned over in the backseat where we sat, and whispered into my ear, "I guess that's where you get your stamina."
We arrived on Main Street and found the town buzzing with activity. People in New England really enjoyed their summers because their winters were so harsh. A craft fair was going on, and vendors lined the streets with their different items.
"This is so cute," JC said, stepping into the sun with a baseball cap and sunglasses on.
"Yeah," I laughed. "But you can probably see why I ran to New York."
"Aw, come on now," he said, grasping my arm. 'Admit it, you're just a country boy at heart."
"Let's just look around," I said. We strolled up and down the street and JC was impressed with how many people knew my parents. The many adults that we met didn't have a clue who JC was, but I noticed a lot of high school aged kids staring at him, wondering if he was who they thought he was. They probably had a hard time believing that JC was walking around their town.
At one point I had gotten pulled into a conversation with my parents and some woman who claimed to have babysat for me when I was very little. When I turned around JC was out of my sight. I looked through the crowd, thinking he would kind of stand out, but didn't see him. My parents also started wondering where he was and the three of us started looking. I wasn't exactly worried, though I thought it was kind of unusual for him to wonder off under the circumstances.
"Nathaniel," I heard my mom call to me from across the street. I walked over to her and she pointed down toward the end of the street. "Is that him?"
I squinted my eyes and started laughing, shaking my head. "Yeah, I think it is." I walked toward the end of the street and up to JC. He was sitting on the grass, surrounded by toddlers and kindergarten-age children, watching a puppet show.
"Ahem," I coughed from behind him. He didn't turn around, but rolled his head up and over so that he was looking at me upside-down.
"Hey," he said simply. "This is really cool." He rolled his head back and continued watching. I stood there for a moment, marveling at the innocence this twenty-seven year old could maintain. I shrugged my shoulders and flopped down next to him. The show was really cool.
Afterward, we stood up, though not quite as easily as the rest of the audience. Throughout the show, JC would occasionally notice a little kid staring at him. I would see him quietly turn, lower his sunglasses, and smile at them. They would instantly smile, and then look back toward the puppet show.
We were both looking for my parents when I noticed a mother and daughter staring at JC. The little girl was similar in age to the children at the puppet show, maybe four or five. She had brought her fingers to her mouth, but looked like she was talking to her mother very seriously. The mother was smiling at her, in-between giving looks to JC.
We got closer and I heard the mom say, "Ok, if that's what you want to do." The little girl formed a resolved expression and walked straight up to JC and demanded his attention by tugging his jeans. JC took off his glasses and looked down at the little girl. She backed up, took a deep breath, and started singing.
"I'm doin' 'dis tonight, yaw, prolly gonna staht a fight, I, know this can be right yeah, baby come on." She curtseyed and then just stood there. Apparently she was finished.
JC laughed and knelt down to her eyelevel. "Well that was just beautiful, princess," he said. He shook her tiny little hand and leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her mother walked over, looking very sweet, if a bit embarrassed.
"She loves you," she said, putting her arms on her daughter's shoulders.
"Not Justin?" he laughed, standing up and shaking her hand. We both quickly realized that she was our age.
"Oh no, just you," she laughed. "You should hear her sing that 'Blowing Me Up' song." JC laughed again and rubbed the top of the little girl's head.
"I should probably sign something for her," he said, looking back at the mom.
"Would you?" she asked, very excited. She started searching through her bag to find something to write on.
"Oh," I said, noticing that she had pulled a camera out of her purse while looking for a pen and paper. "Wouldn't a picture be even better?"
"Oh," she said, not even realizing that she had a camera in the cavernous bag she was holding. "Would you mind?" JC said he didn't mind at all, and I offered to take a picture of the three of them, and of him with the little girl. When I had finished, he signed the paper she had found and she thanked him very sincerely.
"I hope you enjoy our town," she said, repacking her bag.
"I am," he said. "Very much." The mother told the little girl to say goodbye and she walked up to JC, once again tugging on his jeans. He knelt down to her and she kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, honey," he said, giving her another kiss before standing back up. The mother thanked him again, said goodbye to me, and walked back into the crowd with her daughter.
"They were really cute," he said.
"I think you must be the cutest guy on the planet," I responded, knocking him on the shoulder with my own.
We continued walking down the street stopping at a few of the stands along the way. I was struck by the realization of what a nice father JC would be, and wondered if he or us would ever attain that role. We found my parents who introduced JC to the town mayor and his wife. He was a heavyset, obnoxious type of man, who I never really liked.
"Wow," JC said, after the mayor had left. "The town mayor."
"Don't get too excited," I said dryly. He's also the town drunk."
"Oh, his wife seemed nice though."
I laughed, and saw my parents give me an unhappy look. "Sorry to disappoint you again, but she's kind of known as the town whore."
JC looked at me in disbelief and shook his head. "Boy, small town life is so deceiving."
"Everyone here is just as messed up as they are in New York," I said. "They just smile more. Do you want some cotton candy?" JC nodded in the affirmative and I left to go get some. When I returned JC was looking across the street, at a small alley between two buildings.
"Is that Edward?" he said. I looked over and saw Edward talking to a girl. They looked like they were talking energetically but Edward did not appear at all happy. I told JC that I should go and say hi, but he grabbed my arm and said that I might be interrupting something important.
"Aren't older brothers supposed to be annoying?" I asked, continuing to move forward. "Come on, let's go meet the lucky lady." I pulled him with me and he reluctantly started moving alongside me.
"Hey Edward," I said, stepping into the alley with JC. Edward immediately stopped his conversation and turned to see me. I could tell that the girl recognized JC, and she looked like she was going to hyperventilate.
"Oh my God," she shrieked. She was of medium height with long blond hair. Very sweet, but plain looking. "You're JC!"
"I am," JC said, extending her hand, which she took with both of hers and shook up and down.
"Oh my God, I love you," she was looking at him up and down and both Edward and I stared at her, wanting to laugh. "I love your voice. I love your hair." She reached up to touch it, which I could tell JC didn't really appreciate, though he kept smiling. Suddenly she turned and glared at Edward. "You know JC Chasez?" she asked, shocked that he hadn't said anything.
"Oh, um," Edward stuttered. "Well, I just met Josh yesterday, he's, uh, a friend, a friend of my, I mean, he knows..." Edward was looking at me while he spoke and I could tell he was worried about calling me his brother in front of me. I decided to help him out.
"Hi," I said, extending my hand to her. "I'm Nate, Edward's brother."
"Oh," she said. "The actor? Wow, nice to meet you. I'm Gabby."
Edward smiled and jumped back in. "Josh is a friend of Nate's." She seemed satisfied with that answer and continued to beam at JC.
"So what are you up to?" I asked Edward.
"Not much," he responded, his voice a little more relaxed. "Just checking out the fair." Gabby was fully enraptured by JC, so I continued talking to him.
"Everything ok with you two?" I asked, shifting my eyes toward Gabby.
"Oh, yeah, just, whatever."
"Edward, I felt like you wanted to talk about something last night, did you?"
He looked back at me and I could tell that I was right. "No," he said at first. "It's not important." I continued to stare at him. "Well, maybe," he said. "I, uh, I just don't really know who else to talk to." It wasn't the right time to tell him that I wanted to be a better brother to him, so I simply told him to enjoy his date, and to stop by tomorrow. He agreed, and I set about prying JC away from Gabby.
"We have to be going," I said. Gabby released her hold on JC and said goodbye. As we walked away I heard Gabby yelling at Edward for not telling her he knew JC.
"Kids," JC said. "They have a long road ahead of them."
"I know."
We got back to the house around six in the evening. We had stopped in the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for another glorious meal my mother was going to prepare. While the food in my house was always great, my mother was really going all out since I hadn't been home in a while and she wanted JC to enjoy.
"Has this been at all relaxing for you?" I asked JC. We were in the den, watching television. My legs were tucked underneath me and my head was on his shoulder. My parents were in the kitchen.
"Are you kidding?" he responded, turning his head to face me. "I don't want to leave."
"Don't," I said, moving my hand to his stomach. "Let's just forget about all of our plans and stay here. Let's just quit everything and become farmers."
"My, my, you are a country boy aren't you?" he laughed
"I was miserable without you these past few weeks."
"So was I."
"Part of me was just so aggravated that we couldn't be together, but part of me thought that my emotions were too dramatic for the short time we've known each other."
"Does it feel short to you?" he asked with interest, his hand reaching behind my back and moving toward the back of my head.
"No, I feel like I've known you forever. I don't think people would understand that though."
"I stopped caring what people think a long time ago," he said. His hand moved my head toward his, and he kissed me chastely. There was a firmness to his well-formed lips that made me feel protected. He pulled away and I moved toward him again, kissing him with a greater intensity than he had used. I quickly darted my tongue into his mouth, feeling the ridges of his upper teeth.
"Your parents are in the next room," he laughed quietly, gently pushing me away.
"Come with me," I said, standing up and taking him by the hand. My mother must have heard our footsteps outside of the kitchen because she called to us, telling us that dinner would be ready in about a half-hour.
I ran upstairs for a second and returned to find JC casting a suspicious eye on me. I took him by the hand again, and told him that I wanted to show him one of my favorite places on the property. We went outside and were greeted by the sun, which was just beginning to set. The sky was a rosy-pink color that made the grass seem greener, and the outlines of the buildings on the property seem sharper.
I led him to the storage barn. It was red and built in the traditional farmhouse style. I opened the large door and we entered into the giant space. The floor was dirt and the room was filled with large pieces of equipment, sacks of dirt and bags of grain.
"This is your special place?" JC asked, a little confused.
"No silly, my favorite place is up there." He looked up and saw the large hayloft, hanging high above the ground. We walked to the side of the room to where a tall wooden ladder stood, leading the way to the loft. "I've seen your concerts, so I know you're not afraid of heights." He nodded and I let him climb up first, telling him what a cute ass he had as I followed him up.
The loft was full of bales of hay, and JC asked how they got them up here. I walked over to the giant door at the end of the loft, and pulled it open.
"Wow," he said stepping up next to me. The height we were at offered a spectacular view of the mountains surrounding us, as well as the sun setting behind them. 'This is beautiful." I pointed up and showed him the pulley that was used to raise the hay up and into the loft. I put my hands on his hips and kissed him.
"I felt like I was on top of the world when I used to come up here. And you're the first person I am sharing it with."
"Really?" he asked.
"Hey, you showed me your special place, well, this is mine. We started kissing again, teasing each others' lips with light caresses, followed by more forceful ones. JC's hands moved to my back and my hands moved to his ass, feeling its firmness through his jeans.
"You know, we only have one more day together," I said, my hands squeezing him harder. His pelvis was pressed against me and I could feel his growing erection against my own.
"I know," he said, not wanting to stop kissing me to talk. I slid my hands under his waistband, and moved them down until I had cupped his buttocks in my hands, feeling their soft, smooth skin.
"We don't have much time," he said, his eyes looking at me for guidance. "Your mom is going to call us soon."
"Well, whatever we do, we have to do it fast," I smiled, my index finger sliding down the crack of his ass.
He made a small sound when he felt my finger. "What do you want to do?" he asked.
"What do you want to do?" I returned. My finger brushed up against his hole. It was still a bit open from our earlier encounter and he moaned and pressed himself up against me when he felt me touch him.
"You probably know what I want to do," he laughed while trying to concentrate on the pleasure I was bringing to his backside. "You brought the stuff with you didn't you?" I nodded, kissing his throat. "Gee," he sighed. "You must think I am such a little bitch."
"I think you are amazing," I said, pushing my finger into him, making him moan louder than he expected to. I thought about telling him that he was my little bitch, but quickly realized that I didn't want to foster a dominant-submissive relationship between us. We each had our preferences, and that was that.
We started moving quickly; abandoning our kissing as we dropped to the floor. Josh turned his back to me and I pressed up against him, licking at his neck and moving my hands under his shirt. I remembered that there was no time for foreplay and urged him to move forward. On his knees, he supported himself on the closest bale of hay. I knelt behind him and reached under him to undo his belt and jeans. I pulled his jeans down under his buttocks, exposing the creamy firm mounds of flesh to the air. I briefly pulled his cheeks apart to stare at his inviting hole, then quickly started undoing my own pants.
In seconds my cock was sheathed, lubricated and rearing to go. I pressed myself up against him, and guided my cock to line up with his hole. JC could feel its approach and urged me on. "Give it to me," he said. "Shove it in me." I was apprehensive about going in all at once, but that was what he wanted, and I knew he was still loose from earlier.
I pushed all the way into him, feeling his ass embrace every part of my cock down to its base. JC moaned excitedly and almost immediately started pressing back against me. He either really wanted this badly, or really didn't want to be late for dinner.
"Oh, that's it baby, that's it," he said, as we slammed against each other. My hands reached under his shirt and cupped his pecs, rubbing them and playing with his nipples. Leaving my left hand under his chest, my right hand slid down his hard abdomen until it found his huge cock, hard as a rock and bouncing up and down. I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts. He started leaking very quickly and soon my hand was easily sliding up and down his self-lubricating pole. Occasionally I would move my thumb across his slit, causing his teeth to practically chatter.
"Your cock feels so hard," I told him, my face pressed into his back.
"You are working me so good," he responded. "Faster, faster." We were moving at lightning speed, knowing that we needed to climax as soon as possible, but trying to enjoy the experience for all it was worth. In the distance I heard my mom calling for us. JC heard her too, but he just kept slamming against me.
"Should we stop?" I asked, not really sure if I could at this point.
"Are you nuts?" he responded. "Just stay back there and finish what you started." He locked his arms underneath him, bracing himself on the bale of hay like he was going to do push ups. I moved the hand I had under his chest and brought it to his hip as I straightened my back and started bringing forth my orgasm. My other hand was pulling on JC's cock as fast as I could. Looking down, seeing nothing but my cock in his gorgeous ass between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his pants was extremely erotic.
"Tell me when you're ready," I told him.
"Ungh, ahhh, I, I'm ready." I could tell he was gritting his teeth as he started pumping a load out of his cock. His head was rocking back and forth and I could feel the new, warm wetness on my hand. He never stopped fucking himself against my cock and I quickly shot off inside him, groaning low and long. I was almost dizzy by the time my orgasm subsided. I lay against JC for a few moments as we both caught our breath.
"You should have that thing bronzed," he sighed, smiling. I pulled out of him and we quickly started putting ourselves back together. "Do you think they will know?" he asked, pulling his jeans up over his well-used ass.
"I don't think so," I said. We hurried down the ladder and practically ran back to the house. I felt a little drunk, a bit like I was in an alternate reality. We passed by the dining room on our way to wash up, but stopped when we saw my parents already sitting down.
"Boy," my dad said, staring at JC. "You look like you just got plowed."
"Excuse me?" JC said, his voice squeaking, his eyes widening and his cheeks reddening.
"Your clothes," my dad said, gesturing at him. "They have hay all over them. Looks like you got run over by the plow." In our haste we hadn't noticed.
"Oh," JC laughed nervously. "No, I, uh, we..."
"Josh has never laid in a haystack," I offered. "You know, I just wanted to give him the full experience."
"Oh, very nice," my dad nodded. "Well boys, go wash up quickly, the food is going to get cold. We hurried upstairs and washed our hands. JC quickly changed.
"That was mortifying," JC said to me in the bathroom.
"Don't worry about it," I responded. We ran back downstairs and sat down to a lovely dinner. Once again the conversation was light and enjoyable. Apparently we were both still beaming, because at one point my mother had to interrupt our conversation just to say how adorable we were with each other. We both blushed and forgot what we were talking about.
Late that night, JC and I lay in bed together. We were both shirtless and I could feel the warmth of his chest under me as I lay my head on him. The room was dark except for the moonlight, and he was playing with the curls of my hair.
"So," he began after a lengthy conversation about nothing. "I was the first guy you brought to the hayloft. Am I the first guy you brought into this bed?"
I turned myself over and moved my hand over his chest, propping my head on top of it. "Do you really want to know the answer to that? I asked him.
"Yeah," he smiled. "I don't care what the answer is, I'm just curious."
"Well, if you really want the truth then, no, you aren't actually."
"You little slut," he laughed.
I flipped back around so that the back of my head was lying against his chest. "I was just a stupid kid. It was during my last year of high school, you know, it was technically my junior year, but I graduated early. I was in total misery that year because of my dad and the affair, so I think I was really looking for an escape."
"And you met someone?"
"It was just this senior who I shared this kind of obvious attraction for, though I wasn't quite sure why. We never even used the word 'gay' when we were together. Anyway, my mom was working at that time, so we would just come back here and fuck around. Neither of us new what the hell we were doing, but it was a fun diversion."
"So what happened to him?" JC asked. He didn't sound particularly impressed, but of course I assumed he had quite a past as well.
"I don't really know. He left for college out west and that was it. The summer before we left for school I basically had the full realization that I was gay, but when I tried to talk to him about it, he didn't want to hear it. He was a popular football player in school; I guess he just wasn't ready to deal with the reality of being gay."
"Did that bother you?"
"Uh, no actually, I didn't really have feelings for him other than thinking he was a nice guy who I thought was really hot. Looking back on it now, I just hope he was able to figure out who he was."
We were silent for a few minutes and I wondered if my story had upset JC in some way. "Wow," he eventually said. "A high school football player. Hot." He laughed a bit and I started tickling his ribs, causing him to really start laughing.
"Did I mention he went to college on a football scholarship?" I laughed. He kept trying to pull my hands off of him, but I kept breaking free and tickling him again.
"Shhh," I said while continuing my assault. "You're going to wake my parents." The bed was creaking and we were wrestling for control of the situation. Eventually I was able to pin him beneath me, being a bit larger and stronger. I held his arms above his head and sat on his legs.
"Listen," I instructed. "If you don't stop laughing I'm going to have to punish JC Junior." I let go of one of his hands and reached into his boxer-briefs, pulling out his large penis.
He looked down at himself, then back up at me. "Punish away," he smiled. "He's been very naughty today." He started moving his hips causing my hand to move up and down his slowly hardening shaft.
"Ok," I sighed, pretending I didn't want to do what I was about to do. "You asked for it."
Well satisfied, I awoke in the middle of the night to a small tapping sound. I laid there for a few moments, waiting to see if I heard it again. Sure enough I did, and I could tell that it was coming from the window. Every few seconds, a tiny pebble would hit the glass, and I slipped out of bed to see what was going on. JC was still asleep, exhausted from complete sexual satisfaction. I walked open to the window, peered out of it, and was surprised to see Edward, standing on the ground, wobbling from side to side. I pulled up the window and stuck my head out.
"Edward," I whispered. "What the hell are you doing?"
He looked up at me and smiled widely. "Hey Nate," he waved. "Hey bro," he laughed to himself as he walked around a perimeter that only he could see.
"Edward, what's going on?"
He came to a stop and looked up at me again, swaying back and forth. "I want to talk to you." His speech was slow and staggered. He backed up so as to get a better look at me, but tripped over his own feet and flopped onto the grass. He started laughing and I quickly realized that being an older brother wasn't going to be easy.