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:
Jack Smith -- uh -- that would be me Billy -- Jack's closest brother, 3 yrs older. Will Smith -- My dad Vivian Smith My mom Art -- Jack's oldest brother, 9 yrs older. Ralph Gilmore -- a new friend - deceased Stacy Whitworth -- a catalyst/friend George Toliver -- old grade school buddy George Toliver, Sr, -- (duh!) Cynthia Toliver -- (Mrs. Duh!) Jim -- George's cousin
From Chapter 10:
"Did you talk to my cousin last night?"
"Naw. He left a message while I was outside saying good night to you."
"Oh. Sorry. You mean kissing me g'night?" He grinned.
"Um -- it was YOU that kissed me!"
"Oh -- yeah -- that's right." He said, still laughing at me with his eyes. "Like you didn't like it!"
"Actually I thought it was sweet." I said, returning his look. He looked like he was about to say something more, then didn't, and went back to his weeding. Without looking up, he said, "You may not hear from him until Tuesday."
"I know." I said. It hung there like a stinky fart.
Chapter 11
Jim and I finished the weeding in that bed and were having so much fun, just talking (and once we started thinking about it, we remembered a lot of things from our childhood that WE had done together, just because of our common bond with George) that we weeded pretty much around the whole back yard. Mom was pleased since she only asked me to do one flower bed.
Mom fixed us lunch, consisting of bologna sandwiches and lemonade. It was a cool day, but it was sunny and good after all the weeding. We sat on the patio and reminisced some more while eating. The most recent thing we could remember was once when we were at my house -- at about 9 years old -- and my brother was with his friends -- lighting farts. It was so funny to a 9-year-old.
I remembered my brother begging us not to tell mom that we were doing it with him. (After all, Art was almost 18!) I sort of blackmailed him into letting the three of us participate. And my brother's friends thought it was hilarious that three nine year olds were lighting farts with them. My brother objected when one of them bared his ass, but he did it anyway, and singed the hair on his ass, as he lit a very nasty fart.
We moved soon after that, and I never did it again -- with George or Jim. But that was where we learned of it. Jim and I were laughing raucously when Mom asked us if we wanted anything more.
"Thanks, Mom, but I think this was enough." I said looking at Jim, he nodding, grinning ear to ear. Something inside me felt really warm and excited looking at him. He had not shaved, and his prodigiously dark shadow of beard -- for his age -- and his skinny waist and body -- contrived to make my stomach tingle and tighten. I was trying my best to not let anything else tighten!
"So -- do you have anything over at your house that needs to be done?" I asked.
"Hah! We only keep the front lawn mowed to pacify the neighbors. The back yard has no lawn at all!"
"Why don't we fix that?" I said. Jim looked at me as if I were crazy. "I'm serious. I'll bet that in a couple days we can make it presentable!"
"You'll have to see it to appreciate what your asking!" he said, leading me to our back yard park gate. I followed him out across the corner of the park and we jumped his fence -- into a yard -- if you could call it that -- of weeds and hard dirt.
"See?" He said. "What can be done with this?"
I flipped out my cell phone. "Billy? Good. You? Great. Hey! Can you come over and help me help a neighbor -- what? Art's there too? Great, you're both invited! Yeah! Oh for sure! Yeah we're gonna put in a lawn for them - back yard. Very cool! Yes bring it! See you in a half hour!"
"My brothers are coming with a rototiller that Billy bought last year. He said to start some water on it. Will your brothers help?"
"Yes!" he said, almost in awe that I was able to get my brothers enrolled into such a task.
"You better ask them."
"I don't have to. They WILL help". He ran into the house and I heard yelling and crying. His mom came and stood at the door. She looked tired already, and she shook her head, as she pushed all of Jim's brothers out the door one by one -- except one was too little to do much.
They were all grumbling. Some of them looked owly-eyed, like they just got out of bed. My brothers arrived in a half hour and within an hour, everyone was laughing and joking, forgetting that they were "forced" labor. Since it was my idea, Jim asked me to design the yard. I kept it simple, for easy maintenance. I doubted the borders would be well maintained, but I did leave a small border around the perimeter. It may never be anything but dirt, it would be better than it was.
While rototilling, it was easy to see that there had been a yard here at one time. There were no large rocks! We worked until dark and Jim's dad arrived home from wherever he was. Jim's mom had alerted him and he brought pizza for everyone.
Sunday I was back at Jim's house early. My brothers were not needed for the planting phase. We planted rye grass seed and it was Jim's responsibilities to keep it watered and keep the kids off it. That would be the biggest challenge.
Sunday night Jim asked if I wanted to go to church with them. They went to the same church as George's parents -- and George, I guess. I had too much homework to do after all the "Fun" I had had in their back yard -- so I begged off. I had taken my shower and was starting to do some of the reading in only my sleep pants when there was a knock on my door.
"Your friend Jim's at the back door and wants to talk to you." Dad said.
"Can't he come in?" I asked.
Jim came in, looking kind of uncomfortable. "Is everything okay?" I asked him.
"I -- uh -- yeah." He stammered. His look belied his words. He looked at me from head to toe. I wished I had at least put a shirt on.
I was lying on my bed reading. I got up and walked to him. "What's up?" I said, looking him in the eye. Jim was a little taller than George and thinner, but he reminded me so much of George! I expected any moment for his smile to return, but he had that worried look that I first know him for.
"I dunno. I guess I just -- well, I really -- liked -- working with you -- I mean -- thanks a lot -- and -- I just -- didn't feel like I quite thanked you enough."
"Oh. Okay. Well, your welcome!" I searched his face for something else that I thought might be there.
He all of a sudden threw himself on to me and hugged me close. I was surprised and bewildered, but I hugged him back. "Jack -- no one has ever been so nice to me before. No one has talked so straight to me -- told me how things are either. I -- well, if they did, I wasn't listening. I don't know if I was just ready or -- if you have some magical powers -- or something."
"I think you were ready. Everyone has to mature sometime, Jim."
"You used to call me Jimmy -- at first."
"I only did it a couple times. I didn't think you liked it. You seemed to bristle when George called you Jimmy."
"I know. I didn't like it when he said it --I didn't like the WAY he said it." He looked at the floor and whispered, "You said it with compassion and - - love."
"I -- uh -- don't know what to say. Maybe I said it with respect."
"Maybe. Anyway, I couldn't tell you on the phone how I felt. And now -- I can't really show you either." I felt his genitals against my own. It went through me like an electric shock. I leaned back and waited until his eyes met my own. That put our crotches in even more intimate communication.
"I think I got it, Jimmy." I said, then I couldn't help the flexing of my own pubes. Jim put his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into his lips. He was too weak from working to give it much of his strength, but I was also weak for a long day, and didn't resist. I closed my eyes and Jim became George.
Jim broke the embrace. "Wow! I didn't expect that!" He said. "Well, anyway, thanks."
I felt my ears burning. "You're um -- welcome, Jimmy." Was all I could lamely say.
"I -- uh -- guess I'll go now -" He said.
"Ung-kay." I said, still rather breathlessly. "G'night, Jimmy."
I didn't walk out with him this time. I stayed in the bedroom as he went out the patio door and I went to my bedroom window and watched as he let himself out the gate. After the gate closed, he hesitated for about a minute, and then took off at a run. I watched until he cleared my fence and disappeared.
It was hard to get my concentration back to my studies. I finally turned off the light and went to bed. I wanked to visions of George and -
Monday was a wash. I woke up depressed. I had heard nothing at all from George. He apparently had his phone off -- or was in an area that it didn't work. When I got to my car in the Cerritos parking lot, after classes there stood my George. I blinked and it really was him, grinning ear to ear. I shook my head to make sure it wasn't Jim again, and - - it wasn't.
"Jimmy said you and he had a wild and crazy weekend!" Said George.
"Oh, Jordy!" I cried, as I ran and picked him up. "I really missed you!" There were a few onlookers, but I didn't care.
"That's what I hear." He said, still grinning. That took me by surprise. Could Jim have mentioned something about "the kiss"?
"Huh?" I said, feeling new sweat forming in my armpits.
"He said you guys really tore into his back yard. Man he was happier than I've heard him in a long time."
"Oh, that! Yeah we actually had a pretty good time."
"Oh. Was there something else?"
"N-no! I mean -- well -- he did help me do some weeding -- first."
"Oh! So that's why you went over to help him? Did he ask you to?"
"No, actually it was my idea. It was fun."
"OHhhh! I see." George said. I had put him down and we were standing with our arms around each other. "So -- that's why he kissed you -- on the lips, wasn't it?"
He may as well have delivered a left to my stomach. I actually fell back. "Oh. He did tell you about that." I said.
"He didn't mean to -- if that helps." Said George. "But hey! Don't worry about it. He was being spontaneous. He's cool with it."
"HE'S cool with it?" I said. "Are YOU cool with it?"
"It's not as if you kissed him back." He said.
"I did." I admitted.
"You did?"
"Well, it was kinda hard not to -- it WAS on the lips." I said, involuntarily backing away.
"Okay. I mean -- no problem. No tongues involved, right?" He said. I swallowed hard, then looked down. "Oh." He said, less than enthusiastically.
"Jordy, it took me by surprise. We were both exhausted -- and I didn't expect a kiss at all. But when he did, I closed my eyes. I know it sounds lame, but -- I WAS thinking of you! Shit! It came out sounding lamer than it -- Jordy, I'm sorry. We both got carried away is all."
"Yeah, I know. Well -- you WERE thinking of me!"
"I was!"
"Okay. Well, do you think we can forget about it?"
"Damn -- I WANT to!" I said.
"I won't mention it again. Try to keep that kind of stuff to a minimum -- huh?"
"Yeah." I said to the pavement.
"No, really!" He said, "Jimmy's a very cute kid. I don't blame you."
I looked back at him, not sure if he was sincere. But I was the cheater, wasn't I? "It's gonna be hard." I said.
"What -- staying away from my cousin?"
"No -- I mean well -- yeah -- but it's gonna be hard to forget it." I said. The to change the subject, "Hey! I wanted to give you your Christmas present early. Can you follow me home?"
"Can't we wait until Christmas?" He said. "I -- have some confessing to do too. And I don't want it made worse by getting a gift from you."
"Confessing?"
"Yeah -- well, sort of. Jack, I had a date this weekend."
My mouth dropped wide open. It felt like the blood drained out of my body. "Was it -- was it -- a guy you met -- in -- Palm Springs?"
"N-not exactly. It was a GIRL I met there. My parents -- well it's why they insisted I go with them this weekend. They fixed me up with her."
"Well, I -- guess -- I can't exactly complain -- can I?" I said.
"They didn't give me a choice, Jack. They just introduced her and then left."
"Left?"
"Yeah. Left me alone with her at their place in Palm Springs."
"Nice." I said sarcastically.
"I think they were hoping we'd have sex."
"and - - ?"
"Of course not! I'm not the least interested. But she did kiss me, and -- I did kiss her back. Like you, I closed my eyes and pretended it was you."
"Girls taste different."
"I know." He said. "Can we go to your house now? Is anyone home?"
"Probably my mom."
"Let's go down to the Colorado Lagoon. No one will be there." He said.
"It'll be awfully cold."
"That's why no one will be there! We'll find a way to keep warm!"
"Let me call Mom. She'll be expecting me."
I dialed home and there was no answer. I dialed mom's cell phone. "Hi honey!" She said. "You're not home!"
"Nope." I answered.
"I left a note there for you. Your dad and I will be doing some shopping, so you'll have to fix your own dinner. Sorry Sweetheart. But there are plenty of things in the freezer to microwave."
"I was thinking of going out someplace with George for dinner." I said.
"Why don't you both just have dinner at our house? We'll be home probably by nine."
"Great idea!" I said. "Thanks Mom!"
"Bye Sweetie!"
I looked at George and started laughing. What?" He said.
"We're going to my house. Parents won't be home until nine or so. Mom suggested me just microwave something out of the freezer."
"Cool! And we'll think of something delicious for dessert!" He said with a nasty laugh.
"Hey!" I added, "We're adults! We can have dessert first!"
"AND after -- if we want!" He giggled.
We were both giddy as we got into out separate cars and headed for home -- MY home, that is!
As soon as we got in the door, he said, "I have not bathed since Saturday night!"
"Eww!" I said.
"Mind if I rinse off a bit in your shower?"
"I'll even help you!" I answered.
We started to grab each other and giggle. We chased around the house, pulling clothes off as we went, until we found ourselves naked in the living room.
We wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed passionately. It was soooo arousing as he kneaded my butt! I started to unconsciously thrust. There was plenty of moistness to lubricate where I was coming in contact with on his stomach. He was reciprocating and then he dropped to his knees and got me off in his mouth as I stood there in the living room. It wasn't the best ever, but it was fun doing it in the living room!
I was standing there, half in a coma, and he was hugging my legs, and still lolling my softy around in his mouth.
"Nice!"
We both startled as if we were asleep. We jerked in the direction of the front door. My brother Billy was standing there. I felt like screaming, crying, and crawling in a hole all at the same time! I know George probably felt even worse. He sprang to his feet and kind of hid behind me.
"Billy! I - " I really was completely speechless. I felt like any minute I would pass out.
"Jacky! George! That was hotter than I could ever have imagined!" He said. "I almost wish I could have seen the whole thing!"
"Wha-at?" I stammered.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, little brother! I'm not gay, but I have often thought that if I was stranded on a desert island with another guy. I'd easily be able to justify doing him!"
"You're BI!" George blurted out.
"Maybe I am! I never thought much more about it. I like girls! But -- don't forget who you're first sucky-sucky was with, Jacky!"
"I know! You and Gary! You took advantage of a 4 year old, you pervert!" I laughed.
"I was only seven! What could I know? I practically worshipped my little brother!"
It suddenly occurred to me that George and I were still standing there naked in front of my brother. "Uhhm -- what are you, I mean, why did you come over?"
"Bored. Carmen won't be home until late. I hoped I'd find someone here. I had no idea I'd get a show!"
My brother lives with a girl named Carmen. She's older than Billy, and neither is comfortable with getting married. Billy has always had a fascination with Mexican girls.
"Well, show's over, Billy. How long were you planning to stay." I realized how inhospitable that sounded AFTER I said it.
"Oooo! Jacky and Georgy wanna get into some serious stuff, huh? When will the folks be home?"
"I think your brother wants some of this action!" Laughed George, now that he was over his embarrassment.
"Actually, I'll pass. Desert Island this ain't! But thanks for the offer!"
"That wasn't an offer -- only an observation." he said.
"Oh! In that case, I don't mind saying -- it's very tempting. But Carmen would kill me. And I couldn't keep something like that from her! So - - if I can't watch, I'll go so you guys can at least have your fun! You know I love yah, Jacky!"
I laughed. "No hurry. Mom and Dad won't be home until around nine. Wanna eat some dinner with us?"
"Thanks -- uh -- yeah! But I'll leave directly after. Mom and Dad sometimes come home earlier than they planned. They walked in on me once when I was almost ready to get off with Lucila. I doubt you want that to happen!"
"That happened to you?" George said. "They walked in when you were pokin' a girl?"
"Yeah!" He said laughing. "But they weren't all that shocked. Art wasn't too swift in that area. He was getting caught all the time. But it was awkward."
"I'll bet." Said George. "Let's get something on so we don't turn your brother on TOO much!" George laughed.
I started for the bedroom and George followed. And - - so did Billy! "Can I borrow some shorts -- underwear?" Said George. "I was serious about not bathing since Saturday."
"Uh -- we're gonna take a shower now, Bill. Why don't you go see what's in the freezer for us?" I suggested strongly.
"Damn! I wanted to watch!" He said, theatrically disappointed as he turned to go to the kitchen
"You can watch as far as I'm concerned!" George said. Billy turned back and looked me directly in the eyes.
"I -- um -- Well -- if it doesn't bother you -- it definitely WILL bother me -- but it's the least I can do for my big brother -- who loves me a lot!" I said, laughing -- but meant sincerely.
We jumped into the shower and Billy sat on the toilet. "You'll have to just watch through the shower door, I guess." I said. George and I stepped into the tub/shower and closed the diffused glass door. He could see a lot but not all from outside the door.
George took control of the situation. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. He grabbed my wash cloth and soaped it up. Then he started washing me. He took his time, as he washed my face first, then let me rinse it off, he then started on my back and butt. He turned us so I was close to the shower door, to give Billy as good a look as possible as he washed my back and then did a very thorough cleaning of my butt.
He did this from in front of me so he could rub all over me while washing me. Then he turned us again, as he washed the front. And he took an especially long time washing my genitals. I didn't think I could get so excited with my brother watching, but he was able to get me to cum again with very little effort. It seemed so natural. How many times had Billy and I wanked wildly in the dark while the other was in the other bed, 3-feet away?
Then he pushed me into the shower and rinsed me. Then he handed me the wash cloth.
I wondered what I should do. I was getting more and more comfortable doing this in front of my brother. I pretty much did the same as George did, but I didn't wank him up. But when I was finished, I dropped to my knees and started to do him with my mouth.
I went slowly at first. His salty precum in my mouth got me hard all over, as I picked up speed. I had my eyes closed, and I didn't hear Billy, as he quietly got up from the toilet and opened the rear door of the bath tub and was watching as I bobbed and George thrusted. I was deep-throating him with every stroke. Finally when he came, he got weak in the knees and I thought he might sieze again, but decided not to worry about it.
He didn't.
But he came and came and howled as he did it. I forgot momentarily that Billy was there, and I'm sure George did too.
"Damn!" Billy said when we were done. "I might decide to join you after all!"
"Not your choice, Bro!" I said, out of breath. George lifted me up to his level and kissed me deep, getting a strong taste of his own.
When I looked at Billy, he was rubbing it hard through his pants.
"Uhhm -- maybe you can check out the freezer now?" I said.
"Uh -- yeah. I'll get right on that -- as soon as I hit the other bathroom. I gotta relieve some pressure here."
George and I both laughed as Billy limped out of the bathroom.
I gave George a pair of my loosest boxers. He was quite a bit stockier than I. Well, I couldn't ever even be considered stocky, actually. But I wasn't as skinny as Jim!
By the time we were dressed, Billy was in the kitchen, warming up some left over lasagna that Mom has frozen. Along with generous glasses of milk, we all gratefully ate our fill.
Notes: There was a little history and a lot of fantasy in that account with my - - oops -- JACK's brother. You can only guess how much of it was true. Comments as always are welcome to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve