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My Lover First 05
Sunday morning Jake bounded out of bed and began fixing bacon, eggs, and bagels for breakfast. John was a little slower because he spent half the night planning things. Jake took great pleasure in making references about John's stamina and inability to recover with a night's sleep. They spent a leisurely morning reading the paper and showering, separately because John said Jake couldn't be trusted, and after lunch left for John's parent's house.
Monday, John filled out the papers adding Jake as his domestic partner to his health plan. John's boss' only reaction was to smile and congratulate him. That was a big relief. Jake, on the other hand, went to visit one of the art colleges he was interested in. John was in for a surprise when he got home that evening.
"What's all that?" John asked when he noticed and easel and large pieces of paper stashed in one corner of the room.
"Well, I went to the Art College today to find out more about it and what I would need to get in. They wanted to see some of my work and I told them it was destroyed. They said they had to see something before I could be enrolled. They didn't care what it was, just some demonstration that I had talent."
"And you're going to paint something?"
"No. I asked if they would accept charcoal sketches and they said yes. So, that's what I'm going to do."
"What are you going to sketch?"
"You." Jake said pointedly and smiled at John.
"ME!" John exclaimed. "Why me?"
"I want to show them several sketches of a male nude and you are the only male I know."
"Nude! You want to sketch me nude?"
"Sure, J, don't be modest, you have a great body."
"Can I think about this for a while?"
"You have until after dinner. That's when we start." And they did. Jake had John strip and sit in various poses on a kitchen chair, in the club chair, the sofa and the floor. Jake worked fast and John never had to stay on one pose for very long. Jake captured the images he needed and would finish them in the morning so he could drop them off at the Art College in the afternoon. Jake was excited to be drawing again. And, the more he sketched John in various seductive poses the more turned on he became. Finally Jake could stand it no longer. He stripped off his clothes, grabbed John by the hand and dragged him to bed where he satisfied the fantasies his imagination created while studying John's beautiful nude body. John did not get to see Jake's sketches of him until much later.
About three weeks after posing nude for Jake, John walked through the apartment door to be attacked with kisses. Jake was so excited. The Art College not only approved his enrollment but they also gave him a scholarship. It wasn't a lot of money but it covered his tuition. He had to provide all his own supplies, which weren't cheep. The manager at the sandwich shop agreed to adjust his schedule to accommodate his classes. Best of all, Jake would no longer have to work on Saturday.
Late in the spring semester, the Art College held an exhibition of works by some of the students. Jake would be showing some of his things and John was anxious to see them. Jake asked John to meet him at the exhibit because Jake had some things to finish for class before he could join him. John arrived early, filled with excitement. He decided to cheat and make a fast trip through the exhibit to see if he could find Jake's works. He was not alone; many other people were looking also. As he was walking along one wall checking out who did what, he froze. Slowly he moved in behind some people who were discussing some charcoal sketches on the wall. John was stunned. There he was in all his glory. Jake had left nothing out; he hid nothing. For a second, John began to blush but it passed as he began to listen to two men in front of him.
"I'm going to buy one of these." One man said.
"They are so erotic." The other man said. "It's obvious the artist loves his subject. I've never seen a charcoal sketch glow like these do."
John moved closer and found the price. $350 each. He was impressed. One sketch particularly touched him. It was the one where he posed sitting in the kitchen chair and his torso was turned partially to the left with his head and eyes looking upward. His abs were subtly visible, like a man who was in good shape but not perfect. His penis lay draped across his left thigh in a very relaxed position. His glans was covered by his foreskin but the ridge under the crown was clearly visible. John decided he had to buy that sketch. He went to the desk and inquired. The attendant quoted him the $350 price and John said that was not acceptable. He offered $1000 for it. The attendant looked like he was going to faint but accepted John's check and went to cover the price tag with a 'SOLD' sticker. The two gentlemen were still studying the sketches and when they saw the 'SOLD' sticker go on, they followed the attendant back to the front desk and bought another sketch. John then went back to the lobby to wait for Jake. A few minutes later, Jake came bounding up and hugged John.
"Been waiting long?"
"Just got here." John fibbed. "Can we get started? You lead the way." John wanted to observe Jake's reaction when he saw that two of his sketches had sold already. Jake didn't exactly know where his work would be hanging so they just wandered around looking at other students' works.
"There, over there." Jake said excitedly as he grabbed John's hand and began to tug on it. At first Jake stood quietly, grateful that he had something on display. Then he saw that four of his sketches had 'SOLD' stickers on them. "Oh, J! Look!" And he pointed to the 'SOLD' stickers and began to shake with excitement. He turned and threw his arms around John's neck. "Oh, J, this is so exciting. I never expected to sell anything."
"Why not, Babe? It's really good. I mean really good." Selling his sketches was just the kind of reinforcement Jake needed to boost his confidence. He was even more excited when he got the check for his sketches. One week later, after the exhibition closed and sold items could be claimed, John had the sketch framed and took it home. It was covered when he carried it into the apartment.
"What's that?" Jake asked.
"It's a present." John replied.
"For me? J you shouldn't have."
"No, it's for me. But you're going to help me decide where to put it. Here, open it." John said as he handed Jake the package. Jake began removing the wrapping very carefully. John watched in anticipation as Jake's expression lit the room when he realized what he was unwrapping. Jake was ecstatic. This was his favorite sketch and he had been disappointed when he learned someone had purchased it and he would not get to keep it. Now it was back. And, it belonged to the man he loved.
"Where shall we hang it?" John asked after Jake finished hugging and kissing him.
"The bedroom is the only place, at the foot of the bed."
"That's a strange place. Why there?"
"So I can see it every morning when I wake up and compare you against it. As you age, it'll help me remember how you were when you were young." John attacked and began tickling Jake. It was the response Jake hoped to get and John knew it. That was only part of the fun they had with each other that evening.
After John and Jake were together for about nine months, they were sitting at the dining table eating dinner.
"J? I've been thinking."
"You sure you're up to that, Babe?" John chuckled as he winked at Jake.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Ever since my so-called parents told me I was adopted I've wanted to see what I can find out about my birth parents. Do you think that is a good idea or bad?"
John considered that question carefully before answering. "Are you prepared to live with what you find out?"
Jake sat quietly for a moment. "If I didn't have you with me...no. You give me strength, so yes I am prepared."
"Well then, go for it. I'm with you. Where do you start?"
"I'm not sure. I thought I'd start at the public library and see what kind of records they have. Who knows? But, I have to try." The first thing Jake learned was that there are groups that help people find birth parents. They provided him some clues. One clue was to look through old newspapers for birth announcements around his birth date. Not having a clue about where to start, Jake began looking at newspapers in the L.A. basin. Assuming the earliest a birth could be published would be the day after, he began searching papers starting on September 26 and 27, of the year he was born. He remembered his parents told him he was a year old when he was adopted so perhaps he would get lucky. After a week of searching he found an announcement of a boy named Jacob born to June and John Jacob Schneider in Ontario, California. At first Jake was elated. Then he told himself to calm down. The coincidence was too good to be true. The possibility of him being born in Ontario and one year later being adopted by a couple in the same town was probably not realistic. But, it was a start he could pursue. Next he had to find either parent. He got on the web and searched for John Jacob Schneider and variations of that name. Nothing turned up. Next he searched for June Schneider. Bingo! When the screen popped up, there was a phone number but no address. He recognized the area code and phone number as being in Ontario. His hands were shaking so badly he could barely write down the information. He rushed back to the apartment and called the number. It was no longer a working number. His hopes were dashed. When John came home he could see how disappointed Jake was.
"What's wrong, Babe?" Jake told him everything he had learned and the seeming dead end he fell into. John thought for a while then made a suggestion. "A friend of mine used to work for the telephone company, I'll ask him where we need to go from here." John took the information Jake found and gave it to his friend. John's friend did some research and reported that the number had been disconnected because the party had moved. He was able to find a forwarding address and passed it to John. Armed with this new information Jake was able to learn the address was for a nursing home. He got the phone number and confirmed a Mrs. June Schneider resided there. At this point, Jake had no choice but to see this to the end. He had to at least confirm the woman was not his birth mother. By now, Jake had managed to afford a car. It wasn't anything great but it was reliable and got him where he needed to be. At the first opportunity, Jake drove to Ontario to close this phase of his search.
John knew something was wrong when he entered the apartment. He sat down beside Jake and slid his arm over Jake's shoulder. "Tell me about it" When Jake looked up John determined he had not been crying, he just looked like he was in a fog.
"I found her." Jake said with a strong tone of disbelief and astonishment. But, he did not continue. He sat looking at John.
"Well...is that all?"
"No." Jake was still in a fog.
"What was she like?" This was beginning to seem like pulling teeth. "I'd like to know, Jake."
"Yeah. So would I." Jake paused before finally continuing. "I went to the nursing home. They told me she didn't see visitors. I asked them to tell her my name and that I was almost 19 years old. They came back and told me she would see me. They then took me to a room where this lady was lying in a bed. She seemed quite ill but I couldn't get anybody to tell me why she was sick. She seemed alert and could talk okay so I introduced myself and, not wanting to take up too much of her time, told her I was searching for my birth mother and wandered if there was any possibility she was the woman. At first she didn't answer; she just stared at me. She asked me to stand up and turn around. Then she said she had two sons she had given up for adoption. One was born September 25, almost 19 years ago and the other was born September 23, almost 25 years ago. I asked about her husband and all she would say was that he was dead. She said I looked a lot like him. I asked her if she ever met the people who adopted her sons and she said she had but she couldn't remember much. I tried to jog her memory by telling her my last name again and then she said the name was familiar. She remembered one couple was Irish and they lived in Ontario. I could tell she was getting tired just about the time a member of the staff came in and told me I would have to leave. I asked again what her illness was and they wouldn't tell me. And that's all I know."
John asked a few more questions on the possibility Jake might remember other details but Jake couldn't add any more than he already told. The apartment was quiet that evening as both men contemplated Jake's discovery. Jake was too engrossed with his thoughts to have sex that night and asked John to just hold him. In John's arms Jake slept soundly. In a couple of days Jake was back to normal. He came to believe he had found his birth mother but there was nothing more to learn. It was time to get on with his life.
The next Sunday, John and Jake went for dinner with Joe and Marie. Soon after arriving, John began telling Marie about Jake finding his birth mother. He should have let Jake tell it but he was so excited for Jake he couldn't help himself. Jake just happened to be looking at Marie when John mentioned that somewhere, Jake has a brother who was born on the same day he was, September 23, almost 25 years ago. John wasn't looking at his mother when he said that but Jake was and saw Marie's eyes get larger and her lips part slightly as she inhaled. Marie's eyes quickly looked at Jake and she knew he had seen her reaction. Jake saw panic in her eyes. Marie pursed her lips and ever so slightly shook her head 'no', meaning 'don't say anything'. She knew Jake understood when he pursed his lips and dipped his head once. Marie excused herself saying she needed to find Joe. About twenty minutes later John and Jake had moved into the living room and were looking at some old pictures Marie had found. Joe and Marie walked into the room and Jake could tell she had been crying.
"John?" Joe began. Your mother and I would like your attention. There's something we have to tell you." Joe said as he and Marie sat down together on the sofa.
Jake stood up to leave. "I'll be outside for a while."
"No, Jake. Please stay. This involves you." Jake sat back down. His instincts told him what was coming. "John, you know I've always been very direct. So I'll say what has to be said then I'll explain. When you were about one year old, we adopted you." John almost stopped breathing. "Furthermore, based on what Jake has just learned, we have to conclude you two are brothers." John was obviously stunned. His eyes were about to fall out of his head and his chin was practically in his lap. Joe continued, "We were prepared to tell you this when you became sixteen years old. But when you told us you were gay we just thought, we figured it was no longer important. Such information is normally important when someone gets married and has children. That just didn't seen like much of a player at that point. We know we should have told you when you were a child. That way you would have grown up with it naturally. We never intended to hurt you, just the opposite. We love you so much we always wanted to protect you. Now we have to ask for your forgiveness." Tears were rolling down Marie's cheeks but she was not openly sobbing or crying.
John sat totally still for at least ten minutes. Joe, Marie and Jake all knew his brain was grinding out an analysis of this startling information. John stood.
"Jake," John said in a very soft, week voice, "will you play catch with me?"
"Sure, J." They went to John's room, dug the gloves out of the old toy box, went into the back yard and started tossing the ball back and forth. Jake could tell John was thinking things through because he was so quiet. John began throwing the ball harder and harder and harder. It was beginning to burn Jake's hand but he was not about to complain. Whatever pain he felt was nothing compared to what he knew John was feeling. After all, Jake had been there. There was one big difference - John's loving family.
After about thirty minutes of playing catch, Jake caught the ball and threw it back to John. But John made no attempt to catch it. The ball sailed past him, landed on the ground and rolled against the fence. Jake watched as John slowly sank to his knees, buried his head in his hands and began to sob. Jake cautiously closed the distance between them and knelt in front of his brother. Not knowing how John might react, he placed his left hand on John's right shoulder. When John did not pull away, Jake placed his right hand on John's left shoulder. Then Jake wrapped his arms around John and hugged him. They remained like that for about ten minutes.
"I'm sorry, John. It's my fault. If I hadn't dug into something I shouldn't have, none of this would have happened. You tried to warn me but I was too stubborn. I'm so sorry." And Jake began to cry. He felt John's arms close around him and a pair of lips touched his.
"Don't be sorry, Babe...I'm not." John was no longer crying. The tears had been replaced with a smile. "Let's go in and talk to Mother and Dad." John got up off his knees. He pulled Jake up too and they walked into the house, arm in arm. Joe and Marie were still sitting quietly, Joe's arm around Marie comforting her when the boys walked into the living room. They stood up not knowing what to expect. John walked over and hugged his mother, then hugged his father. Then he hugged them both and invited Jake to join them.
"No matter how the journey got us here, the outcome is beyond belief. I get adopted by wonderful parents. I find and fall in love with a man who turns out to be the real brother I always wanted. Hollywood couldn't do better than that. I'm hungry, Mother. Is dinner about ready?" Everyone laughed at how John was able to so adroitly change the subject and boost everyone's spirits. Joe offered the following blessing before they began to eat.
"We thank you Lord for bring us so much joy. The joy of bringing us all together. The joy of bringing Jake into our lives. The joy of bringing John and Jake together as brothers. We thank you for all the love you have bestowed on us. Amen."
After dinner, John and Jake did the dishes like they always did. Jake had learned where everything went in the cabinets. When they finished, John had a question for his parents.
"Mother? Dad? Would you mind if Jake and I leave early? There are some things we need to discuss."
"Not at all, son." Marie said. "You go right ahead. Just remember where we live." She said with a smile.
"I'll never forget."
"Me neither." Jake said.
The drive back to the apartment was most interesting. John kept glancing over at Jake with a broad grin, and Jake did the same to John. The curiosity got to Jake first.
"What?"
"I'm just enjoying the hell out of looking at my brother." John said with pride.
"Yeah. I know. Me too." Jake said as he grinned happily. I keep thinking this is a dream and I'm going to wake up into a night-mare."
"I know that feeling." John was quiet for a couple of minutes. "When did you find out? Was it when you went to see your birth mother?"
"No...at that point I could only wish. When she said she had another son who was born the same day you were, I began to dream. I wished it could be but knew it wasn't possible. Then I was watching your mother as you told her about me finding my birth mother. I was startled by the reaction on her face. Then she turned and saw me looking at her and shook her head. I could see panic in her eyes and I guess that is when I suspected there was a lot I didn't know. I was scared, actually. I was scared for you and for your parents. I didn't want you to go through what I had. When your dad said you were adopted, I started to relive my own experience and felt the pain building. I love you so much I hurt when I think you hurt. But your parents are not my parents. They love you, no matter what. You are their child whether they adopted you or had you naturally. When I watched you work through the situation and come out with a positive, loving conclusion I was really surprised. I've never seen anyone who could do that. And I knew I wanted to learn to be like you. I want to be like my brother." Jake reached across the console, placed his hand on John's thigh and squeezed it affectionately, not necessarily erotically then removed it to his side of the car.
"Well, I was sure as hell surprised. At first I was angry they hadn't told me earlier. But when I thought about their reasons, it made sense. I can't question their love for me. I don't think anybody could have better, more supportive parents. After all the grief I caused as a teenager, it's a wonder they didn't kick me out of the house. Yeah, I can't not love them. And when the man I love turns out to be my real brother, how can I possibly complain about that? A year ago I was single and an only child. Now I have a lover and a brother, and they are both the same person. There is only one thing that still troubles me and I want to know how you feel about it."
"What's that?"
John hesitated for a few minutes, considering how to best frame the question. "Does it bother you that what we've been doing is incest?"
Jake seemed to be shaken for a second. "No...not at all. What do you think?"
"I liked you the minute I saw you. That 'like' quickly grew to love. That love existed long before I knew you were my brother. And, legally we are not brothers. I consider our love to be based on physical and emotional attraction and not on the fact that we are brothers. I can't say for certain that being brothers had nothing to do with us being attracted to each other but we didn't grow up together so it isn't like one of us took advantage of the other. Our characters and personalities were already formed when we met. So...I guess the answer is no, it doesn't bother me."
"Man, can't you ever give a simple answer and let it go at that?" Jake said with a loud chuckle.
"Yes." That was all John said. Jake sat quietly, waiting for John to continue. When it became obvious John was finished, Jake began to laugh and John quickly joined him.
"So...what now?" Jake asked.
"I wonder...isn't it time we got to know each other better?"
"Whata you mean?"
"Have you ever wandered what I feel line inside?" John turned and looked at Jake with a smirk on his face. Jake sat staring at his brother, watching him drive.
After several seconds it struck Jake about what John meant. "I'm up to it." Jake said with an equal smirk after several minutes.
"Well, let's find out." John said as he pulled into the garage. Jake was the first one out of the car. He ran up the stairs pulling his shirt off over his head. John was in close pursuit. Jake unlocked the door and burst apartment, shedding clothing as he went. He continued on into the bedroom and was totally naked by the time he landed on the bed. An equally naked John landed right beside him and they tried to fuse their bodies. After several minutes of savoring the sensations of hot skin touching hot skin, John moved his right leg over Jake's hip and around his waist.
"You better get some lube; it's been a while since I've done this." Jake fished in the drawer of the bed table and came up with K-Y. Jeff remembered how John prepared him that first time so he just copied the technique. He squirted some jell onto the fingers of his left hand and began applying it to John's anus. As Jake was making love to John's hole with his fingers, John continued kissing Jake's face, lips, nose, ears, and anything else he could get his lips on. John was also stroking Jake's nipples, which was becoming quite a distraction for Jake. Although John was tight, Jake quickly had three fingers stretching John's sphincter. When John felt he was ready, he rolled them over so Jake was on top, between John's legs. John reached between his legs and lined up Jake's cock with his hole.
"Take me, Jake." John said as he kissed his brother on the lips and pressed his heals against Jake's rump. John experienced a little discomfort at first but no pain as Jake slid into him. "You feel good, Babe. Do it."
Jake set up a slow, rhythmic thrust and withdrawal action that John found very pleasurable. After a few strokes, Jake hit John's prostate eliciting a loud groan as John arched his back and tightened his sphincter around Jake's dick. Jake realized he had just done to John what John had been doing to him for the past several months and he was determined to pay him back. Jake began to pound John's prostate with each penetration. It only took a few of those and John was squirting semen all over both of them. John soon relaxed but Jake wasn't finished. Another of his paybacks was to make John cum at least twice, like John often did to him. Jake slowed his thrusting and worked his brother methodically until his hardon was raging again, its owner begging for release. Fortunately for John, Jake's stamina was not unlimited. John could se e that Jake was getting close so he reached between them and began to fist his cock. It wouldn't have been necessary; the sight of Jake's orgasm taking control of his body from on top was a thing of erotic beauty and stimulation. John shot a split second after Jake's sperm began filling his gut. Jake collapsed into a pool of cum and sweat, completely exhausted. John rolled them onto their sides and they sank into a state of satisfied sleep neither had ever experienced. John was the first to open his eyes and see his brother sleeping beside him. 'He is so beautiful, what a treasure.' John thought. Just then Jake opened his eyes and kissed John tenderly on his lips.
"Hi, love."
"Babe...will you be my partner for life?" John decided that now was the time to ask for that commitment. Jake looked deep into John's eyes.
"Jeez! Was I that good?" He smiled.
" Yes...you were, are."
"Your brother or your lover?"
"You were my lover first...before you were my brother. I'd like to keep it that way."
"That's such a nice way to say it. Yes, I'll be your life partner, will you be mine?"
"With all my heart!" John said as he kissed his brother again.
The end.
I sincerely hope you have enjoyed the story of John and Jake being united. Although I have no plans for a sequel, their life together and how they mature does offer interesting possibilities. Maybe some day.
Thanks for all the email. This story was as much fun to write and "Fantasies For Life." Please accept my stretching of the imagination as literary license with fiction. I want to thank David in the Nifty Archive for all his help. I also encourage everyone who enjoys reading this and other stories on the Nifty to send a donation to support its continued existence.
Jeff