This story contains portrayals of homosexual actions and lifestyles. There may be references to, or explicit descriptions of, sex between consenting adults.
If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or if reading material that contains these topics violates any law or personal or religious beliefs, or if you under 18 years of age, please leave now, without proceeding further.
This story is entirely fictional, and any resemblances to actual persons are completely coincidental. Actual locations are mentioned, and are used for 'background' only.
Many of the character's names are Finnish. For those who wish to know how they are pronounced, read on.
Mikko - MEEK-ko Paavo - PAH-vo Joel - YOE-el Halonen - HALL-oh-nen
Roy roynm@mac.com
Leith - chapter 5
"Ladies and gentlemen," the pilot's voice broke into Leith's dream of the night he learned his father and Uncle Joel were once lovers. "We're cleared for landing at Phoenix Sky Harbor airport. The skies are clear. The winds are calm." . . . There was a pause and a chuckle in the background, "and the temperature is one hundred fifteen degrees." Leith rubbed the sleep from his eyes and quickly turned to his father with a look of surprise.
"Was I dreaming that temperature?" Mikko shook his head and grinned. Leith silently mouthed the word "wow," and turned toward the window watching the outskirts of Phoenix below.
"Joel always said it was hot as hell. I guess we're about ready to find out what hell feels like." Leith nodded, acknowledging his father's comments, still looking out the window.
"I'm glad Uncle Joel's got a pool. Do you think we'll be staying with him and Aunt Susan for long?" He turned back to his father with a look of concern. "I mean, won't it be tough on you and Joel? . . . You know?"
"We'll do okay. Joel and I are big boys." Mikko took the pillow his son had been using and returned it to the flight attendant who was moving about the cabin prior to landing. "What about you and Brett? Have you ever . . . thought about him?" Mikko glanced to the side, unsure who might be listening.
Leith shrugged. "Some . . . since Mason died, but not before. I don't know if that time in the sauna was a fluke or the real thing for him. It's been five years. Lots can happen." Leith was quiet for a moment as he leaned his head back against the headrest. "Brett always was quiet. I don't know what to expect." He grinned and slightly hunched his shoulders. "Of course, with me around he didn't have a chance to do much talking." Mikko smiled. "I kinda take over sometimes, don't I?"
The plane thumped as the landing gear locked in place. "One hundred fifteen degrees, huh? I won't have any trouble keeping my tan, I guess." He leaned close to the window, anxious to see his new home. "I'm sure am glad they've got a pool," he muttered again. Mikko studied his son. He was showing the first genuine excitement at his surroundings in over a year. The past was always with him though. He was still wearing Mason's school ring. It was one of the few personal belongings the police brought with them . . . that night.
Mikko swallowed past a lump in his throat. 'Now's not the time for this,' he mentally chided himself. Leith had taken the ring from the officer with shaking hands. He looked at it, then back at the officer and finally at his father, his eyes unbelieving, the color draining from his face.
'Stop this,' he thought. 'Not now.' He watched palm trees rush past as he looked out the window over his son's shoulder. 'This is a new life . . . for both of us.' He bit his lip and closed his eyes, leaning back against the headrest.
"I wish Mason . . . " Leith began in an excited voice, turning away from the window. He saw the familiar, haunted look on his father's face and stopped speaking in mid-sentence.
'They're with us, Dad." He laid his hand on top of his father's and squeezed. "They're happy we're doing this." Mikko nodded, swallowed once, and opened his eyes, giving his son a crooked grin. The two men sat in silence as the plane rolled with a steady thump . . . thump . . . toward the gate.
Finally, the plane came to a halt and all around them other passengers began jostling to get their belongings. Outside the plane's windows, the leaves of the palm trees moved in a lazy summer breeze while the concrete runway shimmered with the heat, and the workers tried to remain in the shade. "Well," he finally asked when the aisle cleared and it appeared his father had recovered somewhat. "Shall we start on this new life of ours?"
He hefted Mason's old book bag full of things he would not let out of his sight, and the two of them headed down the aisle. As they were about to step out of the plane onto the passenger tunnel Mikko noticed Leith square his shoulders and take a deep breath. He knew exactly how his son felt. They had left all that was familiar. At the end of the tunnel a new life and a new world awaited.
"Mikko!" They both heard the shout the instant they stepped into the terminal. "Mikko," once again, this time closer. Leith and his father turned as one to see Joel practically running toward them. He was followed by his oldest son, Brett, who grinned a silent apology to each person his father had muscled past. In the next instant Joel and Mikko were hugging tightly. Joel rested his head on his younger brother's shoulder and closed his eyes. It was a greeting almost too intimate for Leith to watch. People moved to both sides, either smiling indulgently or scowling at the sight of the adults' expression of affection.
"Hey, Leith." Brett spoke quietly, embracing him briefly and glancing toward his father. "Welcome to Phoenix." Brett's face was suffused with color, his clear blue eyes seemingly embarrassed by his father's actions.
"Hi, Brett," he smiled absently, returning a quick embrace. "One hundred fifteen degrees, huh?" he teased, and got a silent nod in return. Both boys stood along side their fathers who remained locked in a tight embrace. He didn't know about his father, but his uncle had yet to open his eyes.
"Dad," Leith finally rested his hand on his father's shoulder and spoke gently. "We should move aside. We're blocking traffic." He squeezed gently, urging him to move.
"Leith's right, Dad," Brett took his father's arm. After a moment both men parted, each wiping their eyes and grinning, allowing themselves to be led to a less crowded area. Mikko sniffed and smiled at his son, his eyes brimming.
"Tervetuloa, Leith," Joel said over his shoulder, welcoming Leith to Phoenix. Mikko glanced back at his son and nephew. He caught Brett's eye and the two smiled their own silent greeting.
"Kiitos," Leith responded automatically, thanking his uncle for the welcome, drawing a quick second look.
"Puhutko suomea?" Joel turned, asking if Leith spoke Finnish." Mikko looked on, smiling brightly. He knew how much Joel enjoyed speaking Finnish and how much his wife, Susan disliked it. He knew Joel would be pleased Leith knew the language.
"English, men," Brett encouraged, rolling his eyes at his father's companionable pat on the back, but sounding just like his mother.
"I didn't know you spoke Finnish." Brett moved closer to his cousin as they approached a set of escalators.
"Of course I do. Don't you?" Leith turned toward his cousin.
Joel looked toward to his brother and winked. Mikko grinned in return and put his arm around his brother's shoulders, ignoring the looks some people were casting in their direction. Leith and Brett followed a few steps behind, mostly in silence. Both had come to understand better than anyone else how much their fathers met to each other. That's the reason Joel had asked Brett instead of his wife to accompany him to the airport.
Susan wasn't normally a jealous woman. He knew deep down she wasn't at all happy his brother and son were staying with them temporarily, and was even less happy about having Mikko in the same city on a permanent basis. She had not complained however. She and Mikko's wife, Julie had been close friends and she truly did sympathize with Mikko over his wife and son's death. He was sure Susan's friendship with Julie would prevent any flare-ups, at least for a little while. She really did like Mikko. It seemed to Joel however, that she liked him much better when he wasn't near her husband. If it became obvious to her how close the two brothers remained, Joel wasn't sure how she would behave.
'I'll have to walk a tight line,' he thought. 'I don't want to anger Susan . . . but, damn, it's sure good to hold my brother once again.' As always, the sight of his younger brother produced a tingling in his groin. Mikko looked great in his tight white polo and navy blue shorts. 'He's a little pale,' Joel thought, but that's nothing a few hours in the sun won't cure
He looked at Mikko's broad long-fingered hands resting on the escalator rail, imagining the pleasure those hands always brought him. He could imagine lying atop Mikko, their naked bodies pressed close, and Mikko's hands caressing his back and buttocks. Joel studied his brother more closely. 'Sex with Susan has never been as good as sex with my little brother,' he thought, recalling how they had spent most nights while they were in college. He grinned to himself. 'It's a wonder either of us ever graduated, we spent so much time in bed.'
The boys watched Joel lean close to his brother and say something that was lost in the background hum of the airport. Mikko smiled his response and shifted his weight to lean closer to his older brother.
"Are you guys doing okay?" Brett asked, standing next to Leith on the escalator heading for the baggage claim area, a few steps behind their fathers. Leith nodded but looked grim.
"We're doing better. It's been rough, but now that Dad has Uncle Joel nearby he'll be fine." Brett watched Leith's profile, noticing how he stared straight ahead as he spoke, his voice carrying no emotion.
"Leith . . . " Brett reached out to touch him on the shoulder. "How about you? How are you doing? Your dad has mine for . . . support. Who do you have?" Leith shrugged. "Does anyone ever hold you?"
"I've got Dad."
"That's not what I meant." Brett watched his cousin with concern. "I'm available . . . if you want me." A tentative smile played about Brett's lips as Leith turned to look at him. "You can be comfortable with me." He paused as Leith continued to silently watch him. "Please," Brett offered.
They followed their fathers across the baggage claim area and motioned they would wait for them. Both boys walked to an alcove slightly away from the crowds but still within sight of their fathers. Leith thought about his cousin as they found a relatively quiet place to stand. Brett had always been a serious person. He always appeared to be in a melancholy mood even when he was laughing. Today, his eyes seemed troubled. He took after his mother's family, standing slightly shorter than Leith, who had resigned himself to the fact he would never quite be six feet tall. But while Leith had dark hair and was deeply tanned, Brett was blond with light skin and rosy cheeks, and reflected his Scandinavian heritage more than Leith.
"I'll always need you, Brett, but there are some things you probably can't provide." Brett appeared to think it over for a moment, and then nodded.
"You're right." Brett paused as a woman dramatically fanning herself and exclaiming over the heat to everyone within earshot trundled past, dragging her bag on its small wheels behind. "I can never be Mason to you, Leith. No one can. But I'd like to be everything he was to you that I can be." He looked at Leith with his pale blue eyes, before he bowed his head, as if embarrassed by his own words. "I'm not saying that because I feel sorry for you. I'm saying it because . . . well . . . because."
"You're gay?" Leith asked, glancing at their fathers who continued to wait in the crowd of people for their baggage to arrive. Brett nodded.
"It wasn't just a one-time thing that happened in the sauna?" Brett shook his head and grinned in recollection.
"Does your dad know?" Leith continued. He studied his cousin closely and was surprised when Brett barked a laugh.
"Of course he knows." He quickly glanced toward his father before turning back to Leith, his eyes wide, as if he had only now thought of something. "He's not behind me talking to you though, if that's what you're thinking." He nodded in his father's direction. "I'm asking you because . . . I want to. . . . I can't begin to imagine what you've been going through, but I'd like to share some fun times with you . . . and be there if you need a shoulder to cry on. I imagine there are times you might wish you had someone other than your father to share your feelings with." Leith swallowed and looked aside. The crowds and sounds of the airport were forgotten as the two cousins faced each other.
"Leith," Brett moved closer. "I'm not asking for us to commit to something permanent. Neither of us are ready for that. I'm asking you to allow me to be like a brother to you . . . to share things brothers would share with each other . . . including those things you shared with Mason . . . if you want."
When Leith answered his voice was husky with emotion. "Thanks Brett. I don't know what's eventually going to happen in this new life of mine, but I'd like to share some good times with you." He smiled when Brett's eyes lit up. "I'd also like to have someone hold me when everything gets a little overwhelming." Brett smiled in sympathy. "I would like to be there for you too." He swallowed and bowed his head. "I miss . . . having a brother, and you're right about needing someone to talk to . . . and to . . . hold me. I try to play the part of an adult, but sometimes I feel like a little boy who's suddenly been left all alone." Brett reached out and squeezed Leith's shoulder, his eyes troubled by his cousin's words.
"Does your dad know about you and Mason?"
"Yeah. It's no problem." Leith nodded. "He knew about us for years. In fact, he told me he was happy for us." He glanced toward the line at the baggage claim area. Their fathers were laughing at something, not paying attention to their sons.
"Brett, has your dad talked to you about when he and my dad were younger?"
Brett took a deep breath. "Yeah, he did . . . just the other day. It's sad, really. He seems happy with Mom and Glenn and Kent and me, but after he learned you guys might move to Phoenix he became really quiet. He's been that way for weeks now." Brett watched the two men who were talking and laughing, seeming to seek any opportunity to touch while they continued to wait at the baggage carousel. "I don't know if he and Mom have talked things over, but I'm sure she's noticed a change in his behavior too. Today's the first day I've seen him laugh in a long time."
"The other night when he learned that you guys would be moving out here for sure, I found him sitting all alone in his office. It was after midnight and I had just come home from a friend's. I looked into the office as I headed to my room. It was weird. He was sitting in the dark with the only light that of his laptop screensaver. He sorta grinned and nodded when I asked him if everything was okay and then he asked me to sit with him for a few minutes. He's never done that before. So, I closed the door and we sat next to each other on the sofa with his arm around my shoulders. He never said anything at all. He just sat there. I didn't know what to do . . . or say. We were like that for a couple hours and then it's like he woke up and told me it's time for bed." Brett seemed disturbed by what had happened. "Leith it was 3:30 in the morning! We had been sitting like that for over three hours! I wonder what he and your dad talked about that could have caused him to act like that. It was weird."
"Anyhow, the next day the two of us went for a walk and he told me about him and your dad. It seemed tough for him to talk about. I didn't want to make things any more difficult so I didn't say very much. As he spoke, I felt bad for him and your dad for being separated like that. I also felt bad for Mom. I was sorta mixed up. I still am, in fact. I guess Dad was feeling the same thing. He told me that's why he's been so quiet. He's trying to figure out how having Uncle Mikko close-by is going to fit into his life." Brett silently watched a group of young children who were excitedly speaking in another language and following their parents, pass by. . . . "It's something to learn your dad likes guys."
Leith nodded agreement. "I felt the same way. It was a surprise." He chuckled. "Until that time in the sauna I never thought of Dad as having sex at all. Hell, I didn't hardly know anything about sex." Brett grinned in silent agreement. "After that, well, I guess I thought that sex was a one-time thing for him or something." He shrugged. "I don't know. I'm usually turned on by guys a little older than me, but . . . I just never thought of Dad having sex . . . of any kind. And then to find out he's gay, and that he and his brother were lovers . . . well, I was surprised. It took a little while to come to grips with the news. I guess I thought Mason and I were unique."
Leith leaned against the wall, Mason's bag resting on the floor between his feet. "I think Dad would like for him and your father to sorta get back together . . . like they were in college. I think he knows it's gonna be impossible for things to be exactly like in college, but. . ." Leith shrugged. "I don't know what your father wants, but I told Dad it wouldn't be cool for either of them to do anything to hurt you, your mother or your brothers. He assured me that neither of them would do anything like that, no matter how much he and Joel wanted each other . . . sexually. Maybe that's what was bothering your dad . . . how to have your mother and Dad, or even if he wants Dad . . . like that . . . any more."
Brett studied the two men in the distance. "When you look at them, I don't think there's any doubt what they both want." He leaned against a column, crossing his arms and smiled at his cousin.
"A couple days alone, somewhere quiet with a big bed, would be my guess," Leith grinned.
"Sounds good to me too!" Brett smiled. "The only bed I know of that's available is in my room. It's way at the other end of the house from Mom and Dad's room. Kent and Glenn and I have lots of privacy. I never really appreciated it till now. Mom and Dad also can't see the pool from their room." Brett grinned and winked. "Does that give you any ideas?"
"Are you thinking of having some of those good times you mentioned a little while ago?" Leith smiled when Brett blushed. He found he enjoyed teasing his cousin. "If so, that sounds like fun. You do sorta turn me on . . . even if you are and little young and are kinda scrawny!"
"I'm the same as as you, and I'm not scrawny! I'm." Brett thought a moment, "compact." Leith rolled his eyes and smiled but didn't say anything. "I was on the gymnastics team in High School, ya know," Brett concluded, puffing out his chest. "See, I've got all sorts of muscles." He flexed his arms and smiled.
"I'm impressed." Leith stood back and examined his cousin more closely and had to admit it did look good. He nodded in agreement. "You do look good, but I'll reserve judgment about the muscles till I've seen you naked."
"Actually," Brett confessed, looking sheepish. "In addition to wanting some muscles I got into gymnastics so I could learn how to get into some great positions . . . you know . . . for sex."
"Ohhh, Did you learn any?"
"I'll bet I could teach you a few things." Brett looked smug. "I'll show you how I can put my feet behind my head. That's a good position."
"For a compact person . . ."
"You bet. It's cool to watch yourself get fucked. I mean it's all happening right there in front of your eyes. You can suck yourself off at the same time you can feel and see what the other guy's doing. Really cool."
"Yep, I think you're genuinely gay." Leith laughed, picking up his bag as their father's approached. "Suck yourself . . . hmm." He leaned close. "Either you're really long, or really limber. Either way, I want to see." He reached out a hand to take one of the bags from his father. "By any chance, am I staying in your room at night?" he asked.
"Count on it." Brett murmured. "I've been doing lots of stretching exercises just for that reason. The pool's right outside my bedroom too. I like to swim at night in the nude."
"Hmmm," Leith grinned. "I think I'm gonna like Phoenix. I haven't been here an hour and already I've got a date with a handsome guy."
Joel stood next to his brother, waiting for his and Leith's luggage to appear. The feelings he was experiencing were almost too much for him. After years his greatest wish, to once again have his brother next to him, was fulfilled. He thought he had prepared himself for this moment, but dreaming about holding his brother was not the same as actually being encircled by his arms and feeling the warmth of his breath against his neck. Since Mikko told him he would be moving to Phoenix, he had done nothing but think about what having him close-by would mean. Recently he often found himself staring at his computer, not seeing anything, dreaming of his brother. Now that Mikko was next to him he still didn't know what having him close-by meant. He was excited and immensely turned on. At the same time he was afraid of what Mikko's presence might do to him and his family.
He glanced at his brother's profile, his curly black hair, his long eyelashes, the trace of whiskers that had felt so good against his cheek when they had hugged only minutes earlier. He wanted to kiss his younger brother and taste his tongue. He also wanted to feel his brother's naked body against his; to run his hands over Mikko's back and then cup his buttocks. When he thought no one was looking he adjusted his partial erection. He liked Mikko's strength, so unlike being held by his wife.
Mikko leaned forward to snag the first piece of luggage as it moved past. 'Damn, I want to grab his butt so bad,' Joel thought, watching the muscles flex beneath his brother's shorts.
"Hey, Joel! Lend a hand, here," Mikko looked over his shoulder, pointing to a second bag as it approached. "Leith brought everything but the kitchen sink." They finally collected the bags and headed toward their sons. Leith transferred Mason's bag to another shoulder and held out a hand for one of the bags, jerking with the weight when it was handed to him.
"Did you boys get caught up?" he asked, smiling as Leith hoisted the bag to his shoulder with a grunt.
"We started." He glanced at Brett with a sly smile. "It turns out we've got lots to catch up about. I did find out he's a gymnast. He's not scrawny, he's compact . . . and we think alike on lots of other stuff."
Brett playfully punched him on the shoulder. "And I found out he enjoys swimming in the moonlight, and some people say stuff just 'cause it's easy to make me blush." He glanced at his cousin who was smiling broadly. "I'm not talking about anyone in particular, you understand."
"Oh ho," Joel laughed, handing his son a piece of luggage. "Do I sense a little rivalry here?"
Brett looked at his father seriously. "No, Dad, there's no rivalry. Having Leith here in Phoenix is like gaining another brother." He glanced at his cousin and grinned. "I hope he thinks of me as one too." He bowed his head and blushed to the roots of his blond hair.
"C'mon, little brother. You sure you can carry that big bag? You're so scrawny it may be too big for you," Leith teased, jumping away from a playful punch with a laugh. "Oh, excuse me! I forgot, you're the one with all sorts of muscles." Both boys laughed and Brett pointed the way to the parking garage, hefting another bag. Leith moved close and put his arm around his cousin's shoulders, giving him a brief hug.
Joel glanced to his left and raised his eyebrows at Mikko, silently asking if he knew what had just transpired. Mikko shook his head and shrugged, but was silently thrilled. Leith was behaving more like his old self. It was going to be wonderful for him to be around someone his own age.
"Wow, guys, what a great house." Leith was leaning forward trying to see everything at once as Joel pulled his car into the driveway. "You've got a mountain in your back yard!"
As Joel pulled into the driveway, the garage door rose and his wife began backing out. When she saw them she stopped and jumped out, jogging to his car and leaned inside the window.
"Hi Mikko, Leith," she smiled in greeting, her blond hair caught by a breeze. "I'm so glad you're staying with us until you find your own place." She turned to her husband. "I'm on my way to Mother's to take Glenn and Kent to stay with her and Dad. The boys have been promised they can camp out in the back yard, so they're both hot to go. By the way, they said to tell you both hi for them." She smiled brightly at her two guests.
"You know how Mother is, dear," she smiled at her husband. "She'll talk forever, so I'll be gone a while. We'll have a cook out when I get back, okay? Make yourselves at home guys." She kissed her husband on the cheek and trotted back to the car and her two other sons. She and the boys waved as they backed the car past Joel.
"Whew," Mikko laughed, feeling relieved at her welcome. "I'd forgotten how energetic that woman is."
"She's genuinely pleased to have you both here, Mikko . . . as am I." He reached across and squeezed his brother's leg. Brett glanced at Leith.
"Well, that's the two-dollar tour," Joel said, leading everyone back inside from the back yard. Leith looked longingly over his shoulder at the swimming pool, which was now shaded by a row of orange trees laden with fruit.
"I can't believe you've got a mountain in your back yard," he said once again.
"That's Camel back mountain," Brett supplied. "It's supposed to look like a camel's hump." Leith and his father turned to examine the rock formation. After a few moments Mikko turned to his son and shrugged. Brett had noticed his cousin looking at the pool.
"Let's swim, Leith. Since Mom's gonna be gone for quite a while, let's skinny dip!"
"Really? It's okay?" he asked, turning to his uncle who nodded, smiling."
"Only when we know Susan's going to be gone. Otherwise, suits are required." He turned to his brother who had been watching him intently. "Do you want to swim . . . little brother?"
Mikko raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly taken by surprise by the use of the name? "No, I want a shower. I hate airplanes, and this heat makes me long for a cold shower." He turned toward Joel, the boys forgotten, as the two men walked off.
"Shower? Really?" Brett asked.
"No. The two of them want to be alone for a little while." He looked down the empty hallway with a slight grin, the pool momentarily forgotten.
"C'mon, let's swim!" Brett opened the patio doors and gestured his cousin past. "Woo Hoo!" Brett shouted, running after Leith, to the shade of the orange trees. He watched his cousin peel off his shirt and then drop his shorts and underwear in one move, standing before him wearing only a smile.
"Shit." Brett stopped, still holding his shirt at his side. "You're beautiful, Leith. He looked into his cousin's eyes. "I'm a lot more 'compact' than you are . . . down there." He gestured with his head to Leith's groin.
"Wonderful!" Leith laughed, motioning for Brett to hurry and finish undressing. "That's just the way I like 'em."
"Really?" Brett dropped his pants, trying to cover his erection with his hand. He was stopped when Leith grabbed his forearm.
"Don't cover yourself up, Brett. You're just perfect."
"Really?"
Leith smiled and nodded, feeling himself beginning to stiffen at the sight of his cousin's hairless body.
"May I kiss you?" Brett asked timidly . . . "You know . . . for not joking about me being smaller than you."
"You can kiss me, Brett, but not for that reason. I love how large you are. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about." Leith moved closer and ran his tongue over his cousin's lips before the briefest of kisses. He backed away slightly, but continued to hold his cousin in a loose embrace.
"I like compact guys." Their lips touched again. "With beautiful . . . hard . . . dicks." Their lips touched briefly after each word. He tenderly ran his fingertips over his cousin's penis, eliciting a groan. "That are hard . . . and shooting sperm all over me." This time the kiss was longer . . . deeper. "Or down my throat." The next kiss was accompanied by a gentle caress over each of Brett's smooth butt cheeks. "I also like how you've shaved your pubes. You look like a boy with a big dick." Leith nuzzled Brett's neck as he ran a finger down the cleft of Brett's butt. "You did say you enjoy getting fucked, didn't you?" he murmured, nipping an earlobe.
Brett groaned, thrusting himself against Leith.
"You're more than large enough to spurt a load on me . . . or down my throat . . . aren't you, Mr. Compact?" He touched Brett's lips with his tongue. "Mr. Compact . . . sexy" . . . another brief kiss, "gymnast?"
The two cousins stood on the dark green lawn, their naked bodies highlighted by the slowly moving dappled shadows of the trees.
"You know what I want?" Leith whispered into Brett's ear?" Brett made a sound, deep in his throat. "To swim," Leith chuckled.
"And someone I know said you weren't romantic," Brett laughed. "You get me all sexed-up and then throw cold water on me."
"Nope, I'm asking you to jump into the cold water. I'm not throwing anything at you. I like my love making slow and gentle, someplace where your mom's not likely to walk in, or your dad . . . or mine. Sometimes I enjoy being watched, but mostly I like privacy." He grasped Brett's butt cheeks and pulled him closer, their dicks rubbing against each other's. "I really wanna taste your sperm." He held his cousin close and licked his ear. . . . "Let's make a date."
"Huh?"
"Tonight. . . . Your room. . . . By then I'll bet you'll be ready to fill my mouth with your cum." He ground himself against his cousin. "I also wanna see you get into that feet-behind-the-head, position-thing, so you can watch me fuck you silly." He gently tilted his cousin's chin up, looking into his eyes. "I've been saving my cum for quite a while and it's going to take quite a few times for me to give it all to you." He ran a finger over Brett's lips.
"Is that a promise?"
"Definitely, my handsome cousin. Definitely."
~To be continued.~
As with my earlier story, 'Phalen,' (Nifty College Section) I would like to thank you for taking the time to read my work. I would also like to thank Carey for his ceaseless efforts to make me a better writer, Gwynne for her daily doses of humor and her insights into the characters, and Larry in Finland for helping me with the Finnish language and for being a good friend. Writing may be a solitary endeavor, but the thoughts of each of these people, as well as you, the story's readers, affect the story's course.
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NOTE: This story happens during the same period of time as the 'Phalen' story. As 'Phalen' ends, the two story's timelines will coincide and this story will take over. Confused? I hope not.
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