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 6:
"Listen, walk back through the park with me." I said. "I really need to get home. And -- do think about what we talked about."
"Oh don't worry about that! You've given me more than enough to think about!"
"Good." We walked back to my gate, which was closer than his house. I hugged him. He looked surprised. Truthfully, so was I. I'm getting bold in my old 18 years! He was tense at first but after a moment, gave a shuddering sigh and melted into my body.
"Thanks." He said. "See yah!" I watched as he ran to his yard, easily hopped the 5 foot high ivy covered fence, and disappeared.
I went into the house and pondered what might come of that little meeting -- and what Saturday might bring.
Chapter 7
I walked back into the house. "You look happy. Did you enjoy your walk?" Said my dad.
"Walk?" I said.
"You came in from the park. I assumed you were out there walking."
"Oh. No -- well, we did walk a bit."
"We?"
"Jim -- and I."
"Who's Jim?"
"George's cousin. He lives three houses from the corner of the park, but on Cecelia."
"Oh! Did George introduce the two of you?"
"Yeah. We saw him at the beach on Sunday."
"Does he know you and George -- um -- and -- does he care?"
"Yeah, he knows. He's okay with it."
"Hmm. Most of the young people don't much care any more, do they?"
"Some do. But you're right. Many don't care, now. Mostly it's like some football players and such." I said.
"Yeah, it seems like some of them play football to prove something," Dad came back with, "to themselves -- or others!"
"Oh?" I acted dumb.
"Oh, maybe to prove their own manliness or something. That may be why they can't accept -- gays -- themselves. It may look like they like them -- maybe a little too much."
"Interesting theory." I said. Actually it's exactly how I feel about footballers and other sports addicts.
"Oh! While you were out in the park, George called."
"Did he say to call back?" I asked.
"Why -- I guess -- I really don't remember. You may as well, it's still early."
"Hi Jack!" He said. That was a short talk you had with my cousin. What did you talk about?" After my silence, he said, "Never mind. None of my business. So I can assume no one blew the other off? Never mind that either! Did he have anything nice to say about me?" He laughed at that question.
"Actually -- in a way, yes!" I said.
"Whoa! What did he say?"
"He said he wishes you and he were better friends."
"He doesn't act like it."
"Neither do you."
"Hmm. Yeah, I know. He acts like a drama queen and I know how to push his buttons -- and I do!"
"Oh? I didn't notice." I said sarcastically.
"IS -- is your invitation to come over still good?"
"Um -- sure."
"Dammit, Jack, you don't seem too excited."
"Jordy -- I WANT to see you. But it'll be nine before you get here and - "
"It only takes 5 minutes to get there -- see yah!" He hung up.
Well, he sounded happier than when I last talked to him.
Sure enough -- well, about nine minutes and 36 seconds later -- I heard the whine of his Porsche engine come around the corner. I ran out to meet him. It was dark, but we have a street lamp right in front of our house, so we were discreet.
I hugged him and pulled him in to the house. "Jordy, you met my mom last week, but I don't know if you remember my dad."
"I do now. It's good to see you again, Mr. Smith."
"Call me Will, Jordy." He said and at the queer look he got, he said, "Um is it okay to call you that?"
"Most call me George. That's kind of a pet name that your son gave me.
Oops!
"Nice to see you again George." Mom said.
Dad added, "So I understand you want to fuck my son."
Kidding!!! Well?? That's what I almost expected to come out of his mouth! Actually it was Mom who spoke.
"That's a beautiful pendant you let Jack wear. It must be very dear to you!"
"I didn't let him wear it, Mrs. Smith. I gave it to him. It's his."
"Oh. Well, very nice! And please, call me Viv."
"You boys probably want some privacy," Dad started, "We'll just go into the - "
"It's okay!" Said George. "We were gonna go out to the park. If I don't see you, have a nice evening."
We went out through the back yard, and I used the gate for the third time since the beginning of school. We walked down toward the club house. We stopped there and found shelter under a tree. We both grabbed each other at the same time and kissed passionately -- almost desperately.
"Gosh I missed you!" He said.
"Same here." I added. "I really forgot how much I really missed you all those years." In my passion, I grabbed his butt and pulled him even closer. We kissed again, both of us moaning and breathing hard.
On an impulse, I grabbed his hand. "Come with me!" I led him across the park, and over the levee that defined the river bed. We went down to the asphalt side to the sandy bottom. I knew better than to remove shoes here. Too much chance of stepping on broken glass -- or poop!
We walked the short way to the Firestone Blvd. bridge and went under it, out toward the middle of the dry river bed. Under the cover of the bridge, and also sheltered by the bridge pier from any prying eyes, we started to kiss again. I put my hands under his pants and kneaded the soft skin on his butt.
He quickly unfastened the fly to my shorts, then his own and then our shirts came off, and we were engrossed in caressing each others bodies, and rubbing everything together that we could, while still standing. We couldn't do too much more, because you never know what you might find down in the riverbed sand -- especially under a bridge.
We were fondling each others' butts and grinding our bodies -- and hard members -- together as we kissed and moaned.
"You boys okay?" A voice shouted to us, as the strong beam of a flashlight hit our naked bodies. We quickly pulled up our shorts.
"We're fine officer!" I said trembling.
He walked closer. "Oh! Well you're not exactly boys. Well, anyway, be careful. Sometimes there are homeless people that sleep down here." He was about 10 feet away when he turned off his light. Sorry to bother you. Good night."
In our moment of passion, we didn't hear him coming down the side of the levee. Once he left, George started to giggle, and I soon joined him. We were almost hysterical before we decided we had had enough. We put our shirts back on and walked back through the park. I started to walk in the direction of our gate, but he pulled me the other way. "Let's walk around the block. I don't want to have to face your parents right now. But -- man that was fun -- and HOT!"
We got to his car, and said goodbye with an innocent hug. "See you Saturday! I'll call you tomorrow, Jackamo! Love you!"
He shut his car door and started his engine before I could answer.
I nearly floated into the house. "Oh! You guys musta walked out the other end of the park." My dad said.
"Uh-huh." I said absently. I went to the bathroom and relieved my bladder, which I thought was causing some amount of discomfort. When that didn't work, I went to my bedroom, locked my door and relieved the real problem, with visions of sugar plum fairies in my head. Well, okay the fairies weren't sugar plum variety. They were myself and George!
I'm not sure whether I was asleep before I finished or not, but the mess in my sleep shorts later told me that I DID finish. I Dreamed I was in a sandstorm, and there was lots of trash and feces flying around mixed with the sand. I didn't want to breath, and was holding my breath. Suddenly I was down in the ocean, trapped under 12 feet of water.
It didn't surprise me when I saw a merman hastily swimming toward me. I was still holding my breath, but was not in much distress. As the merman got closer I saw his dark hair waving in the water, and light from above reflecting off his dark olive skin.
He smiled reassuring to me and put his lips on mine, and I drank in the life giving oxygen offered. I had just finally recognized Jim's face, when his eyes opened to reveal George's eyes and then his face. He pulled back, smiling, and then pulled me into a full body hug. I knew he was a merman, but I felt his feet, as we danced in the water, our genitals doing their own dance with each other.
As I kissed him, my whole body seemed to explode with passion, and wave upon wave of pleasure rolled over me. I woke up and felt as if I were lying in the surf, as the cool water splashed over me, but only one part of me was wet ... and pretty sticky.
I got up and changed to a clean sleep shirt, and as it was rather warm in the house, didn't pull the sheet over me. I fell asleep and woke up with my alarm, feeling like I was being held in the arms of love all night.
As I got up and saw my still damp night shirt on the floor, I threw it in my hamper. And for the first time in my life, it dawned on me that my mom washed my clothes and she must know -- what I throw in there. I was embarrassed when I went into the kitchen.
Mom was already up, having fixed Dad's breakfast before he left for work. "G'morning merry sunshine!" She said. "Oatmeal or Malt-O-Meal?"
"Malt-O-Meal please."
She already knew that I liked raisins in my cooked cereal, and brown sugar on top. After the cereal she fixed soft boiled eggs and whole wheat toast. After I was finished, I broached the subject:
"Mom -- uh -- I think maybe I can -- uh -- do my own laundry now. There's no reason you need to do it for me."
I expected an argument, but all she said was, "Okay, dear. I'll show you how to use the washer and dryer tonight."
That was easy. When I got to college, Jim was there in the parking lot before me. I think he was actually waiting for me. As soon as I got out of my car, he waved and said, "Hi!"
He looked like a different person. He was wearing shorts -- I don't think he did before -- and a sand colored polo shirt. I think he wore heavy, dark clothes before. But maybe it was just his countenance that made me think he was dark. "Hi, Jim!" I answered.
"Man, I slept good last night. Better than in a long time. Thanks, Jack. Thanks a lot. As soon as I got back from talking to you, I called my cousin and talked to him. You were right. He was really nice to me and I was nice back. There was none of the old attitude of both of us just arguing and pushing each others' buttons. We had the first decent conversation in I'll bet 7 or 8 years. And all it took was me not acting all shitty to him."
He walked over to me and shook my hand then hugged me, his soft face warming my own. He pulled me close in to his narrow, sexy body. I tried my best to hide my reaction. I think I was successful.
We walked onto the campus together. We met Stacy. "Hello, how are two of my favorite poofs?" She giggled. No one else heard. Before either of us could answer, she added, "Wow, Jim! You look great. Did you get a haircut or something?"
Jim smiled brightly. "Something like that." He grinned at me.
"I guess you have a right to your privacy." She pouted.
"It's nothing really, but to me it's something significant." Said Jim. "Jack just showed me a better way. I am now on better terms with my cousin. We actually had a civil conversation last night. And -- It was all just because I changed my attitude!" He grinned at me again.
Stacy looked at me and smiled. "I think this calls for a celebration -- of some kind -- How about I buy you both lunch?"
"Actually -- I'm having lunch with George today." Said Jim. "I don't think our lunch times coordinate anyway. George's and mine is 11:00."
"Yeah, Stacy and I do have a class at that time."
"Well, at least you and I can celebrate!" She said to me. "Then you and George can have your own celebration! She said to Jim.
After our English lit class, I met Stacy at the student center. "We have an hour and a half. Let's go to the Taco Tia Barrio. You eaten there?"
"Oh yeah!" I said, "But I do want to be able to make my lab without exploding this afternoon. Can't get near an open flame, I guess!"
We sat down at the small fast food store where they served Guadalajara type food. It was hot and very good. "So, you got those two back together? You're a miracle worker."
"I just called it as I saw it -- and told both of them what I saw."
"Oh! You saw them both together?"
"Oh no! I talked to Jim early after dinner and then George came over later." I told her about what happened at the riverbed (not in great detail!) and she almost wet her pants giggling.
"So now -- you seem to have healed something between the cousins. But -- now you have competition."
"I'm not worried." I said.
That's when I started to worry.
I didn't get a call from George as he promised. When I called him -- Friday afternoon, he said, "Sorry, I got buried. See you Saturday night, then -- about 8:00?"
"Oh!" I said, somewhat disappointed, "That late, huh?"
"Yeah. You can come over earlier if you want, but Jim will be there and I really feel I need to spend some quality time with him." Then he added, "That may not be as easy as it sounds. Maybe I'll call you -
"Okay!" I said. "See you at eight, tomorrow, then, at least. Bye."
He had already hung up.
"Quality time" kept reverberating in my head. I think that's what I want with George: "Quality Time".
I called back. "What about tonight?" I said. "Friday night seems like a good time to be seeing your boyfriend."
"Oh yeah -- normally it would be, but my parents are having my aunt's family here for a barbecue. They are really depending on me to entertain the kids."
So I called Jim. "Oh, that sounds nice, but my family is going over to the Aunt Cynthia's for a barbecue. They expect me to be there to entertain the kids, and keep them out of our parents" hair. George and I will be kept plenty busy."
"How late will you be staying?" I asked, as nonchalant as I could sound.
"Oh, Mom and the rest of the kids will probably go home around ten-ish. I'm staying the night with George. We have a lot to talk about -- thanks to you!"
I hung up the phone feeling suddenly very left out and lonely.
"Quality Time" "Thanks to me" "Staying the night with George." Echoed through my mind.
"What are you doing home tonight, Honey?" Mom asked me. "I thought you'd be out with your new boyfriend at least!"
"Me too." I said glumly. "But he has stuff to do with his family."
"Family stuff is very important, Jack. Be glad he cherishes it." Said Dad.
"Say!" Mom brightened up. "Why don't we all go miniature golfing? We have a surprise night together. Let's have some quality family-time ourselves."
I was going to pass, but something in her voice persuaded me to go. I'm glad I did. It was fun once we got going, and it kept me from staying home and moping.
As soon as I got away from the miniature golf course, my voice mail chime went off. The phone didn't work for some reason at the course.
"Pleeeeease come rescue me, Jack! I'm trapped here. I didn't know that playing with my cousins included fending off my newly befriended cousin's unwanted advances! Help! It's 8:30 and he's planning to spend the night!" He then hollered to Jim, "What? I'll be right there. Sorry gotta go, Jackamo."
It was 10: 00 when I got the message. I called immediately. "Hello?" Came the whispered answer.
"Everything okay there?" I said. "You sounded worried in your message. So were you able to fend him off?"
"George is asleep. Is this Jack?"
SHIT!
"Jim?"
"Yeah. Who was he trying to fend off? Should I wake him? He was pretty tired. Had an exhausting week I guess."
"I dunno. No! Sounds like he's okay. Just tell him I called."
I stared at the dark ceiling for at least two hours. I was too depressed to even work up a decent jerk-off. At 12:32, my cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I said, knowing it couldn't be anyone else.
"Jackamo! I see that you tried to call. Dammit, I went to sleep early. But it worked. It got him off me."
"Do you need me to still drive over there? Is he coming on to you strong, or - "
"Not exactly." His voice went to a low whisper. "Shit! I think he just woke up!"
Then in the background I could hear Jim talking through a door, "George, are you okay?"
"Course I'm okay! I'm just taking a pee."
"Ok. I couldn't hear you peeing."
"I'm sitting down, Jim! I DO that at night. Go back to bed, dude!" He hollered through the door, then I heard the toilet flush as he whispered, "Yes! PLEASE come over!"
"I'll be right there."
I quietly got dressed and slipped out the front door.
When I got to his street, he was outside, about a block away from home. He waved me down. I stopped. He got in.
"This is a good thing!" I quipped.
"What?" He said.
"It's good for you to see how the other half lives."
"Oh." He said, looking around at my well used minivan. "So -- what did you say to my cousin? All of a sudden he's -- nice! I didn't know how to respond to him. I can't remember him being nice for -- 4 or 5 years. What did you tell him?"
I skirted the question. "So -- are you being nice to him?"
"Well, I wasn't `not nice', but it freaked me out a bit. So -- I have been nice to him too. I mean, we ARE the same age and all. But now he won't leave me alone!"
"You mean he's coming on to you?"
"I don't know. The first thing he did to freak me out was when they first came in the house -- his family, I mean -- he hugged my mom first, which he's never done -- well since puberty anyway! And then he hugged my dad -- which even freaked Dad out a little, then he hugged me! And I'm not talking about a little cousin's a-frame, pat each other on the back hug! I'm talkin' a bear hug, close, like we hadn't seen each other in years!"
"And - -that offended you?"
"Not exactly -- but it surprised me!" He said. "But then he's been acting like he's my best friend all evening, and -- well this part I know he got from you -- he told me!"
"What?"
"He said you hugged him last night. I mean he said you showed him what a hug really was. You did that?"
"Well, not on purpose. And I didn't purposely teach him, either. We just hugged before he went home and I pulled him in close -- like I'm used to -- and then he sort of melted into me. It surprised me too, but I figured he needed it."
"That didn't weird your parents out?"
"It was in the park. Jordy, I felt like I got through to him. When we first met it was as if his defenses were all up -- like he had his quills set like a porcupine! After we talked awhile, he toned down. I basically told him to stop being a jerk -- but not in those terms -- kind of like I did to you."
"Ohh! So you were also telling ME to stop being a jerk too, huh?" He said tauntingly.
"I thought you were both being jerk-ish at the beach. So -- how did you get out of the house -- without him."
"He's been following me around like a puppy dog since they arrived. Then after my aunt and uncle left with the rest of the kids, he's been -- well -- just weird!"
"Coming on to you?" I repeated.
"Not exactly, but trying to be my best friend or something, you know?"
"So -- again -- how did you get out just now?"
"I just told him I couldn't sleep, and needed to walk -- alone!"
"And he was okay with that?"
"He pouted a bit, but I left no room for discussion."
"Well, so -- let's go back in and mend some more fences. He's not apt to come on to you with me there."
"That's the third time you have mentioned that -- him coming on to me. Do you know something I don't?"
I'm a terrible liar, with important things, so I said, "He might have told me a few things last night. Please don't ask me any more."
"Jack!" said Jim. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"I asked him to come!" Said George.
"Why?" Said Jim.
"George left me a voice message earlier, because I was miniature golfing with my parents, and my phone wouldn't work. So I called him when we got home."
"I thought it would be fun for all of us to spend the night." Said George.
"Wow!" Said Jim. "It's so late! I'm surprised you came." Jim said to me.
"Had to protect my interests!" I joked. Both of them snapped me a not-so-nice look. "So, what do we do now?"
"I guess Georgy gets to sleep between his two favorite boyfriends -- in his pathetically large bed!"
"Yeah!" Said George, "Plenty of room for everyone to sleep -- unmolested!"
George's parents went to Palm Springs again after their barbecue, so we three were alone in the house. We went to sleep with George between us. He insisted that we both sleep on the edge of the bed and he went to sleep in the middle. When I woke up, George was almost crowding me off the bed. It was still quite early - - and dark. He was facing me, and slobbering on my neck, his upper arm around my waist and hugging my butt, my lower arm trapped between his legs.
I opened my eyes and looked straight into Jim's, who quickly averted them to stare at my arm which was protruding out from between George's thighs. He closed his eyes. So did I.
It was light the next time I woke up. I still felt the lovely warmth of a body, this time spooning me, and I also smelled bacon again. I figured that bacon was the staple of weekend breakfasts. I smiled and opened my eyes. The arm that was around my waist, and the hand that was lightly touching my left breast, were darker than I thought they should be. His warm breath was rather heavier than I expected. I felt his hardness pressing and ever so gently thrusting into my backside.
The Dark colored arms were nearly hairless. Jim! It was Jim! While I was wondering how I could extricate myself, George came in.
"Awww! You guys look so sweet sleeping there!" He said. "But it's time to get up and come to breakfast."
Jim, startled awake, jumped away from me like I was a hot potato. He ran to the bathroom, saying nothing. When he came out, his wood still half there, he said. "Sorry, Jack, I had a pretty good pee woody going. I didn't realize it was you."
"Who did you think it was?" Jim didn't see that George was still standing in the doorway until that moment.
"I -- I -- was -- dreaming, was all." He said and his dark face turned red.
"Okay, well, you two sleepy heads get ready for breakfast -- or -- hell, come as you are for all I care! We have the house to ourselves. George only had on his boxer briefs, and a frilly apron.
I pointed and laughed, "You look awfully cute in that sexy uniform!" I ribbed.
"Hey, bacon grease burns!" Said George. "Speaking of which, I gotta get back to the food. Come as you are!"
I was in my usual tighty-whiteys and Jim was in regular blue-print boxers -- with a small, slightly darker spot at the crotch. His slightly smaller silver pendant was now very visible against his smooth dark chest. He followed George to the kitchen. I followed after them after relieving my own .
George had the table all set with crystal, and sterling silver and fine china. He had scrambled eggs in a warming casserole dish, and several kinds of fruit to choose from. I thought all I smelled was bacon, but he also had sausage patties and links, as well as squares of Belgian waffles, perfectly browned, and orange, tomato and grapefruit juices in crystal serving carafes.
"Wow! What's up, Cuz?"
"I just wanted to celebrate and also thank Jack -- for bringing me and my favorite cousin back together. I don't have many friends. I lost Jack when we were nine, and I lost you a few years back, when we decided to start being pissy to each other. I'm so happy that's come to an end! Now my all time favorite people are both back in my life!"
"Heh!" Jim chuckled. "Looks like you have both of us marked as your own too!" he said while fingering his silver dolphin. Then he added in a pouty voice, "Of course Jacks is a lot nicer than mine!"
"My allowance was a lot smaller then."
"Allowance. I didn't know you were restricted to an allowance!" said Jim. Oh no, it's starting again, I thought to myself.
"Actually I'm not now. I just have a credit card and Dad pays it of at the end of the month."
"Must be nice!" I directed toward Jim.
"Oh, it has its advantages." Said George. "But I'll never have brothers like both of you do! You two are the closest thing I have to brothers."
I was hoping that he thought of me as more than a brother, when it occurred to me -- Jim was probably thinking the same thing! Maybe George said that for Jim's benefit -- I hope!
"I hate to say it, but I gotta go right after breakfast." Said Jim. He looked between the two of us forlornly. "Gotta be at work by 11."
Then it hit me like a lightening bolt. "Me too!" I said. "I promised Mom I'd help her with something." George looked at me almost panicky. I winked at him.
Okay, okay -- so I CAN lie sometimes! It was worth it though, `cause both of them brightened up.
I left the same time as Jim, and immediately my cell phone rang. "Hi." I said, assuming I knew who it was.
"You're going back aren't you?" Said Jim.
"I -- er -- was thinking about it." My phone beeped -- another call coming in.
"Okay. You just saved my job. I was going to call in and quit -- to go back. But if you're going back, I won't. See yah -- and thanks again."
"It's okay, dude." I said. I hung up and dialed my message number. "You ARE coming back -- right?" This time it was George. I pushed his number.
"Jack!"
"Yeah."
"How soon?"
"Now." I said as I flipped a u-turn right behind Jim.
"Can't he see that?"
"He knows. Be right there."
I went back into the house. I was met by a very amorous boy! After our initial embrace and passionate kiss, I had to obviously adjust my fast hardening piece. He grinned. "So -- what's going on with Jimbo?" He asked,
"He called me just before you did. He asked me if I was coming back. I couldn't lie."
"Again!" He said sarcastically
"Fuck you!" I said and kissed him again.
"I thought you'd never ask!" He said so fast it made my head spin.
"But seriously, he called and I was sure it was you. He said, `Your going back, aren't you?' I said I was thinking about it."
George stepped back a pace and looked deeply into my eyes. "You want him don't you?"
"That's not fair." I complained.
"I have eyes. I can see the way you looked at him. I could see the two of you in bed this morning!"
"I had nothing to do with that!"
"Jackamo, You have given me new eyes to see him, too. I used to sleep with him all the time when we were younger. But he never looked like he did this morning. It made my mouth water seeing you two there in bed."
"Omigod! YOU want him!" I said.
"It just never occurred to me when he was being such an ass hole. But last night -- and this morning - "
"That's why you called so panicky last night, huh?" I said. My initial wood was disappearing.
"I was worried about being the whole night with him."
The subject that was looming thick in the air was one I really didn't want to think about. It goes against everything I thought I stood for. But still it kept banging at the door of my consciousness:
What would it be like to be with 2 different guys at once? Would that be so bad? It made me feel shame -- almost dirty - even having it cross my mind. And yet there it was. I haven't ever been touched -- in the way that I was trying to block out at the moment -- even by one other guy. And now, the idea was presenting itself -- to do something with two other guys -- at once.
I tried to shut it out of my mind. Yeah, fat chance! I always am so adamant -- at least to myself -- that only one at a time is proper. It isn't even okay in my morality to think about having sex with more than one person, even if it's one at a time. Slut. Whore. Those are names I would put on people who do that. So -- why am I being plagued by these ideas?
"Jack?" Said George. "You okay?"
"What?" I said, shaking my head.
"I was asking you if you wanted to do anything in particular today. Do you really have something you want to do for your mom? I could help."
"Um - - oh!"
"Man you were a thousand miles away! I hope the dream was good."
"It wasn't!" I said forcefully.
"Speaking of dreams, what was it you dreamt about last night that -- that you felt you had to call me to see if I was okay? You said you didn't want to talk about it then -- do you now?"
"Oh. It was probably a conglomeration of the events and bits and pieces of conversations."
"Tell me." He said.
"As I can remember -- I can't remember it all any more -- but -- it was so real at the time and yet I knew it was a dream. First Ralph was - "
"Ralph -- he was the guy who killed himself?"
"Yes. First he was talking to me, but it was your voice. Then as you got closer to me, I was tied up -- naked -- and you turned into Jim. He was not exactly threatening, but he knelt at my feet and when he opened his mouth, it was like the mouth of a wolf or something with fangs, and blood was dripping from it. I looked down, and I could not feel anything, but my genitals were ripped off and he seemed to be licking the wound."
"Wow! Of course it was I who threatened to rip off your dick! Sorry if it gave you nightmares! And -- apparently my cousin was licking your wounds. Wounds from me?"
"I dunno! He was scary looking, but then as you know, I met him in the park last night, and I had an eerie feeling of doom then too. And I actually thought he put a knife to my neck."
"No shit?"
"He was just laying his hand on my neck, but his fingernails grazed it. I jumped away. He apologized, but it spooked me."
"My cousin's always been cool -- you know -- had a good heart. I just couldn't deal with his stuff. It took you to bring him out of it. Damn, I am happy about that!"
"I hope it's not temporary. Sometimes things like that are -- until he gets depressed again."
"Well, it's funny, - I mean weird funny -- but as much as I wanted brothers all my life, it might depress me to have to deal with 4 little brothers all the time -- and in a confined space. I mean, their house isn't that small, but this house isn't large enough for that many."
"It's large enough for two!" I said.
"Oh - - yeah, thanks for reminding me!" We again embraced and kissed. "We'll deal with Jimmy -- later. It'll be okay."
"Shall we clean up the kitchen mess now?" I asked.
"Naw, my mom will do it."
"Gosh, you're spoiled rotten! I know I won't ever be able to keep up with your parents!"
"It's not gonna last forever. Dad keeps reminding me of that. But he also keeps paying my Visa bill. Heh! I guess I Am kinda spoiled."
"C'mon, let's clean up. I don't want your mom thinking I'm a slob."
"You think I'm a slob too, huh?" He said. "Well, if you insist. Smith, you're gonna be the death of me yet! My mom will think I didn't stay here this weekend if there's nothing to clean up. She'd feel cheated."
"That's what you think, Huh?"
"I'll reward you!" I said, trying to sound alluring.
"You're gonna help me clean up -- and then also reward me? Now who's doing the spoiling?"
"The assumption is that some of it will come back to me."
"Ummm -- before we go into the kitchen, there's something I want to do -- while I have nice soft carpet under my - - knees." He said, suddenly serious.
He dropped to his knees and hugged my lower torso, squeezing my butt and then -- he unzipped my shorts. My boner popped a tent in the front of my briefs. He liberated it and then hugged me again, this time his face warming my quickly stiffening piece. I stood there, frozen, and took a deep breath. I wasn't sure where he was going with this, and decided at that moment -- to let it happen. He licked the head of my dick. My body immediately reacted by spurting out some precum. He licked that, and hugged my butt again. Then he took the head into his mouth.
I closed my eyes. It was all I could do to keep standing. Then my knees buckled. He pushed me onto the nearby couch and then removed my shorts and briefs altogether.
"Jordy -- remember your parents came home unexpectedly last weekend."
"Yeah -- never happen again. But -- you're right. And besides the bed will be more comfortable."
He gathered up my clothes and we went to his bedroom, where he locked his door, then took his own clothes off. His body was not exactly fat. But it was thick -- and solid. His dick nearly touched his stomach, it stood so upright. Mine stood further out from my body. Both were bouncing like spring steel.
After we just admired each other for about a half minute, we came together in an impassioned hug and kiss. We fell onto the bed and were all over each other. Then he did it again. His warm, wet mouth took in most of my 5 inches and we both shuddered. He withdrew, and said,
"Oh my gosh, Jack, this was better than I dreamed. I'm about ready to blow my load already."
"You want me to take it?" I asked.
"If you want to."
I turned upside down and we both engulfed each other's wood with our mouths. He started to moan first -- about 10 seconds after we started. As soon as he blew his load -- (only partially caught by me!), I was still trying to swallow it when I felt my body start to convulse. I had the most powerful orgasm ever. If I was still that little boy who tried it with his friend, I probably would have thought I WAS dying -- and going to heaven!
We lay there each of us softening fast in the other's mouth, and gasping for breath, besides stifling huge, emotional outcries. Once our bodies stopped convulsing, and our breathing slowed a little, I came back to his face and we kissed passionately, if a bit limp. We were two very spent boys! We fell asleep in that position but only for a few minutes. As soon as George moved, I woke up.
"Jack -- OMIGOD! That really was your first time -- I mean since -- before you matured?"
"Yeah - - why? It was yours too -- right?"
"Well -- yeah! But you seemed to know what to do!"
"Not even close." I answered. "I was only going with where my body took me. So -- I wonder if it was as good for you as it was for me."
"Couldn't have been. Jack, that was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me."
"Me too, Jordy -- me too. I can remember sucking when I was 10, but only that we did it. I think I'll remember this as -- my first time!"
"I know! Jack -- I feel as if we never left each other. Right now I feel totally in love. At church they told us -- just last week -- that this is caused by chemicals in our body. But -- I'm not so sure. I felt to close to you when we were nine, and when you came back into my life -- (can it possibly be just last week?!) -- it seems like we have always known each other and loved each other. And I felt that BEFORE we had sex!"
"Some don't consider what we did as sex." I said.
"It's sex!" He said, "And -- it was incredible! And I want more of that."
"Jordy, from what I have heard, that's only the beginning."
"I can't even imagine anything feeling better than that!" He said and he kissed me again. I could smell the strong scent of our semen, and it started me to woody-up again.
"Can we do the dishes now?" I said.
"What are we gonna do with this?" he said, squeezing my half hard pole.
"Let's save some for later." I said.
"I'm still horny."
"Me too. I doubt that will leave any time soon."
"You stink."
"Thanks. We can brush our teeth."
"I mean your body -- under your arms."
"Well, then we can shower can't we?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
I didn't expect to start the day this way, but - - I could get used to it! We didn't spare any soap, as we lathered each others bodies and rubbed and massaged every part of one another's bodies. It was another sensual banquet. He pushed his hard rod between my legs, and washed mine reeeeealy good -- from behind me. I shot my seed all over the wall.
I turned around and kissed him deeply as he thrust himself between my thighs and up into my balls. He actually almost passed out when he came in huge gasping waves. I had to support him for a few moments. He looked up into my eyes. "I love you, Jack Smith! I really do!"
That was all I could take. Tears sprung from my eyes. "Oh! Are you okay?" He asked, clearly shaken by my emotion.
"I -- have -- never been better. I just couldn't contain the feelings that were exploding through my whole being. I think my body is on emotional overload. But I am -- definitely -- okay!
We dried each other off and then collapsed again on his bed. We slept independent of each other, except we never let our hands go. He kept stroking my hand until I was asleep, and almost singing -- no humming to me. I was in heaven.
He squeezed my hand. I woke up looking into his eyes. He had moved within inches of me. "How long did we sleep? Did you even sleep yourself?" I asked groggily.
"I slept. It's 11:30. If we don't get up now, we'll never sleep tonight."
"Maybe we won't WANT to sleep tonight!" I giggled.
"Boy, for the guy who wanted to go slow -- you seem to be pretty aggressive today!" He exclaimed.
"I made a conscious decision to do what we did. Not specifically, but to -- do that much. I still want to take things a step at a time, Jordy."
"I love when you call me that. No one else does, and I squelched it when anyone tried. But -- it's nice -- coming from you." He said. I noticed he changed the subject, but decided to ignore it.
"I noticed you haven't been calling me Jacky."
"Do you want me to?"
"Not necessarily."
"Good. It doesn't fit you. I'll think of something. Speaking of thinking of something, have you thought of anything you want to do today?"
"Nuh-uh. You?"
"I was serious about helping you do something that your mom wants you to do."
"She has been complaining about the old air conditioning unit still on the roof. She doesn't really complain, but she has mentioned it to dad several times -- nicely."
"Perfect!"
"I think it will take more than the two of us to get it down."
"We could get my cousins to come over and help."
"Cousins?"
"Jimmy has four brothers. Three are teens. They would be glad to help, I bet."
"That would be fine with me. Let me call Dad."
"Heck no, it wouldn't be a problem, Jack!" My dad said. "I was gonna wait until someday when your older brothers could be here, but it sounds like you have plenty of help."
"Well, we haven't asked yet, but I don't think it'll be a problem. Are you gonna be there today."
"Yup!"
"Well, even if we can get only Jim -- that would have to be after he gets off work -- that would be enough -- right?"
"Sure."
"See you in a bit, Dad."
"Actually," said George, "I can just get Jimmy's other three teen brothers to help. We don't have to wait for him."
"I guess."
"Why? -- Did you WANT him to help?" Said George.
"I just think he'd be disappointed, is all."
"Yeah. He does seem to really like you. I don't blame him!"
"Me!!??" I exclaimed. It's YOU he likes -- or more to the point -- loves."
"I don't really think - "
"I don't really THINK either, Jordy. I KNOW! He told me!" I decided he should know.
"Omigod! He told you that!?"
"We had quite the `heart-to-heart' the other day."
"I guess so! I thought -- Wow! I really -- wow! Well, I just thought he wanted to do some stuff with me -- not that he - - you know!"
It was reassuring to me that he couldn't even come to use the "L" word with Jimmy. He sure was using it awhile earlier with me. And no, I'm not forgetting what George's Sunday school teacher told them.
"Yeah, well, he does -- or at least THINKS he does -- love you." I said.
"What I don't understand is -- if you -- um -- you know -- well -- want me -- and you KNOW he does also -- why would you go out of your way to -- put him and me together?"
So -- he DOES have trouble saying it in regard to me as well. Hmmm. "Did I go out of my way? Well, I dunno. I kind of feel sorry for him. He came to me pretty forlorn. But I think I helped him see he was being a jerk. I think he knew it too, but just didn't know any other way to be."
"And - ?"
"And - - what?" I asked
"And YOU want him too -- when it comes down to it -- don't you?"
"You keep accusing me of that! So -- I think it's you who wants him, but -- and -- I mean -- yeah, he attracts me -- but so does Justin Timberlake -- and a few -- or a LOT of others. I'M 18 and one year away from my sexual height and teen horniest! So are you. Of course a cute guy like him would get the juices going."
"They always get mine going, but Jimmy's my cousin. That'd be crazy."
I wasn't inspired to tell him my newly formed views on THAT subject. "So, do you want to ask your other cousins?"
"Hello boys." Said Dad. "Thanks for coming over to help us out. It shouldn't be too much of a problem with this many. Now, I don't want anyone even close to where we are lowering it to the ground. I'll let you younger kids do the grunt work. I have worked out a combination of pulleys, both to the roof and to the big maple tree, so we do as little damage to either.
"I'm going to ask my son to climb up the maple tree, just because that is the place of greatest liability. George, if you will head up what's being done up there on the roof -- coordinating with Jack, that will be good. No one should make comments, unless it is to warn of some danger. Okay?"
"Okay!" We all said.
When it was all safely lowered to the ground, Dad complimented us on such smooth teamwork. Mom had picked up pizza and soft drinks for everyone, and we were just about to go in the house, when Jim walked through the park gate.
"You couldn't wait for me, huh?" he said, in mock hurt.
"Aw, Stop! You're tearing me up, Jimmy!" Said George. "But - - you look awfully cute with your lower lip protruding like that!"
I was happy that these two were joking with each other now, instead of slamming each other. "You must be Mr. Smith," said Jim. He was smiling and standing tall and confident.
"Oh, you haven't met? This is my cousin, Jim." Said George.
"Another cousin?" Dad remarked. "Are you all related?"
"These are my brothers, Sir." Said Jim.
"Pizza and sodas in the kitchen!" Mom said, poking her head out the patio door. Oh, there's one more! Well no problem, there's plenty."
"Hello. I'm the older brother to these others and of course, George's cousin. But I don't want to intrude on your lunch."
"Nonsense! There's plenty!"
"Then I guess I could eat a little." Jim said, looking this way and that, then flashing Mom a delightful smile. Damn that guy is cute! It was hard to see while he was angry looking. But his dark skin and dark hair highlighted his deep blue eyes -- especially when they were shining in a smile. I caught myself almost drooling, as I watched him a little too long. I guiltily glanced over at George. He was also looking at his cousin, and then at me. He looked immediately down. Could this be? Could he too be getting the hots for his cousin?"
No on else seemed to notice, as they were already heading to the kitchen. Jim was still smiling, watching his cousin squirm. I was in the rear, and along with feeling a bit guilty, also feeling a bit - - jealous. I caught up with George and grabbed his butt. "Let's go eat Jordy! And Jim!" I said, smiling triumphantly at him. I felt guilty about that too, but he just gave me his winning smile, and followed us into the house.
Notes: First, a correction: I noticed that Jack said George gave him a ring instead of a pendant in the end of chapter 5. My file is fixed but - What's posted to nifty is cast in stone. Oh well. Secondly -- I don't have a clue what to think about what just happened. It seems almost like a setup for - - but I'm not even gonna go there!
Comments, as usual are always appreciated. To: Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and - - love, Steve