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Waiting for Love: Chapter 20
After the intensity of final exams of their sophomore year of college, Jack suggested the boys spend a week at the cabin to unwind. That week proved to be the beginning of the rest of their lives together. A few days before leaving for the mountains, Tim asked his dad for a conference. They met that evening in Jack's library.
"You sounded kind of serious when you called this afternoon. Is anything wrong?"
"No, Dad, but it is serious. I think I'm ready to move to the next level in my relationship with Mike. I don't want to pry into your private life with Uncle Dave and I'm not afraid of striking out on my own. It's just that if you've been there, I'd like to hear your advice. You see, I suspect I am more like you in my relationship with Mike as you are with Uncle Dave. I'm the top. Is that a fair conclusion?"
"That's fair, and it's correct."
"I have decided I would like to know what it's like to be the bottom. I want to know what Mike is experiencing with me. Of course I know the mechanics of the act but I also want it to be more than mechanical."
"Well... I'll share this with you. Dave and I switch occasionally. We both like to express ourselves differently from time to time. It took me a while to reach that point, over a year, in fact. And I experienced the same interest that seems to be motivating you. I think that's healthy. It shows the bond is getting stronger. Is that what you're asking?"
"Yeah, the bond IS getting stronger. I think Mike has always been more sure than I have; I'm the slow one. Can you tell me how you did it, how you asked?"
"I remember it like it was yesterday." Jack smiled as visions of his first penetration flooded his mind. Then he told Tim the story. Ironically, it also happened at the cabin. Dave was the experienced one and was able to guide Jack. Tim didn't have that luxury so Jack described the maneuver in detail. It was almost like passing a family secret from one generation to the next. "Look, it may hurt at first but it will go away. You'll probably feel a burning sensation as your skin stretches to accommodate Mike but just remember what you did to him. He took you willingly, and I assume still does. It's nothing you can't tolerate. And, I think you'll like it, I do." Jack's story was pretty erotic and caused both men to get erections which they had to adjust when they stood up at the end of the conversation. They both laughed at the situation.
When the young men arrived at the cabin, Tim's objective was clear and he wanted to achieve it early in their stay. After dinner they were stretched out on the sofa watching TV. Tim was stroking Mike's hair.
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever thought about switching positions?"
"You mean like me being on top, like me being inside you?"
"Yes."
"Sure! But I would never ask."
"If I asked, would you switch with me? Would you let me feel what you feel? I'd sure like to know what it feels like to have you inside me."
"Lead the way, Love." Mike looked into Tim's eyes and their lips locked. They stood up from the sofa and walked into the bedroom. Tim never used the other bedroom, it belonged to his dad and Uncle Dave. Although they were quite comfortable with the sex between them, this was different. There was a little nervous tension of excitement about something new. What few clothes they had on were quickly removed. Tim told Mike to get on the bed while he went to the bathroom. Tim got on the bed and lay beside Mike. They started by kissing and stroking then Tim took charge. He positioned himself between Mike's bent knees and began kissing the inside of Mike's thighs from his knee to his groin. He did Mike's right thigh first, then the left. At the end of Mike's left thigh Tim placed his nose under Mike's scrotum and lifted his testicles. He extended his tongue the licked Mike's perineum causing Mike to squirm and moan loudly. Next he opened his mouth and slurped Mike's left testicle into his warm, wet mouth. Mike always liked this part and told Tim he could do that forever. After an appropriate amount of attention to Mike's jewels, Tim began kissing and licking the length of Mike's shaft, carefully studying the object that would soon be inside his rectum. Mike was much longer, over 8", than he was but not as thick. Not exactly the pencil dick Uncle Dave once referred to but not to far from it. Carefully and methodically Tim's lips worked their magic up Mike's body, pausing at the nipples before reaching his waiting lover's lips. Tim was now straddling Mike's hips with their cocks nestled along side each other.
"If you'll reach between my legs and hold your missile steady, I'll align the entrance and place you inside my silo."
Mike chuckled at such a graphic euphemism then said, "Haven't you forgotten something?" He held up a condom packet.
Tim paused for a moment as he looked down at his love and said, "If you're willing to be my partner for life, we don't need a condom."
A huge smile captured Mike's face as he tossed the unopened condom across the room. With his right hand he separate the two penises and raise his to a towering position. Tim had to look between his legs to gain an accurate perspective of what he was doing and soon felt the tip of Mike's pole at his entrance. Tim smiled at Mike and began applying pressure. The first few centimeters of Mike's crown encountered no resistance. Then the burn started. It wasn't bad. In fact, Tim liked the feel. When Mike's head popped through Tim exclaimed, "Oh." It was more an expression of surprise than pain; there was remarkably little pain. His dad's secret technique had worked. When in the bathroom, Tim had lubed his hole and the inside of his ass cheeks and thighs so Mike's cock would pick up the lube as it passed by on the way to it's goal. Tim also opened his anus with his fingers, something he had been working on recently in anticipation of this week. Tim straightened his body and slowly lowered himself onto Mike's missile. When he reached the base the two 'boys' grinned at each other, marveling at their accomplishment. Tim lifted his hips withdrawing several inches of Mike's shaft, then settled back to the base. He leaned forward and kissed Mike.
"On the count of three, lets roll to your right so you're on top. Try to stay inside me." Mike nodded yes. "One, two, three." and they rolled over. Mike's pole slid almost all the way out but when he got on top he slid back in at such an angle that his glans applied intense pressure to Tim's prostate. The response was immediate and loud.
"HHHHAAAAAAA!" Tim exclaimed as he arched his back and dug the back of his head into the pillow. He recovered quickly. "Damn! Do I do that to you?"
"All the time. Isn't it great?"
"Love me Mike." With that request, the lovemaking began in earnest. It opened a whole new dimension to their relationship. In Mike's first time inside his partner he deposited a load of his sperm. Later, Tim would return the favor. With plenty of time to focus only on themselves and reflect on their relationship, Tim and Mike concluded they could not see a future apart. The act of depositing their sperm inside each other seemed to solidify the physical bond with an emotional one. They committed to each other and Tim made plans to move in with Mike. The time had come to come out to Tim's family.
They returned from the cabin Saturday afternoon and agreed to tell Jack and Beth Sunday after dinner. The reaction they received was as good as they hoped. Beth said she was disappointed Tim would not to be giving her any grandchildren but she still loved him with all her heart. And she lovingly welcomed Mike into the family. Jack just hugged him and told him loved him greatly. Tim knew the rest of the story. Collectively they all kept Mike's existence a secret. Tim and Mike never made any public display of their affection; only selected close friends knew. Tim knew he would have to tell Jim when he came home for the Christmas break. Jim would want to know why Tim was no longer living at home. Tim waited for what he thought was the proper time and told his dad and Uncle Dave what he planned. Jack assured Tim he would be in the house when it happened because he was aware of Jim's attitude toward gays.
At the selected time, Tim walked into Jim's room and sat on the edge of the bed like normal. Jim looked up from his desk where he had been reading some papers.
"Hi, Tim. What's up?"
"Jim, there's something I have to tell you. I hope you know how much I love you and I've missed you while you are at school. We've been so close for so long, when you left I had to learn how to live without you. I just hope you'll continue to love me."
"Of course I love you. Who wouldn't? I've missed you a bunch too." Jim walked over to the bed and sat down next to Tim, placing his arm around his shoulder. "What is it you want to tell me?"
Tim looked his brother squarely in the eyes and said, "I'm gay." Just like that. No fanfare, no buildup, just point blank, right between the eyes.
Jim's mouth flew open. He jerked his arm from Tim's shoulder so fast you would have thought Tim registered 500 degrees. He quickly moved to the far corner of the room, as far away from Tim as he could get.
"YOU'RE WHAT?!" Jim shouted. His face got red. He clenched his fists so tight his knuckles were white. "How could you do this?! I hate you! I don't believe you! You're just saying that to make me mad! You know what I think of faggots, queers! Get out of my room! Get out of this house! I never want to see you again. I hate you! Go! Go!" Tim was already out the door. He walked into his room, tears streaming down his cheeks, and ran into his father who held and tried to comfort him. Tim appreciated what his father was trying to do but it just wasn't enough to balance the pain and sting of his brother's words. Tim left the house and went home to Mike.
Jack went into Jim's room. "You knew about this, didn't you?" Jim said accusingly.
"Yes, I did. And I'm pretty pissed and disappointed that you could be so cruel to your own brother. He loves you very much. Do you have any idea how you just crushed him?"
"But he's GAY! How can I like someone like that? It's sick. I don't want to be near him and if he comes into this house I'm leaving." Jack realized he was much too angry and emotionally involved to engage Jim in a discussion on this matter. He just turned and left the room.
"Dave, we have a terrible crisis here." Jack said when Dave answered the phone. "Is there any possibility you might be able to do something?"
"I won't know until I try, Jack. I'll sure give it one hell of a try. Can you send Jim over?" Dave also knew about Tim's plan so Jack didn't have to explain a thing.
"Hi, Uncle Dave." Jim said with a troubled smile on his face when Dave opened the door.
"Come in here and give me a hug. It's been a long time and I've missed you, you big lug." They hugged. Dave could feel Jim was a tight as a drum and he only hugged back half-heartedly. "Let's get a beer and go out on the back porch for a long over due visit. OK?"
"Lead the way." They passed through the kitchen to pick up the beers and proceeded to the back porch. The conversation began on mundane things like how was school and had he found the right lady yet then switched to football.
"Hey, how about your stats this year! Why, I'll bet..."
"Uncle Dave!" Jim interrupted him in mid sentence. "Tim's gay." Dave sat there looking at Jim. He believed if he could calm Jim down he might be able to talk to him. So, all of his responses had to be calm and quiet.
"Yeah, (pause) I know." Dave said solumnly.
"So! You know, Dad knows, Mom probably knows. Everyone knows but me. Why am I kept in the dark? I go away to college and suddenly my brother decides he's going to become GAY! I don't understand." Dave sat quietly, waiting for the venom to flush. It seemed Jim might be more angry with the feeling he lost his brother. "Why? How could he do this to me?" Tears were beginning to well up in Jim's eyes. He stopped talking.
"Jim, remember when you broke your leg your sophomore year in high school? Who was there to carry your books? And who helped you get dressed? And, who waited on you hand and foot?"
"Tim." he said sadly, "but..." Dave put his hand up to stop him.
"When Tim broke his collar bone in that collision on the soccer field and was writhing in pain. How did you feel?"
"I hurt. It hurt me to see him like that."
"Well, Tim has been in pain." Dave continued, speaking slowly and softly. "He just hid it well. He didn't one day suddenly decide he was going to be gay, he's always been gay. Gays don't choose to be that way. Who in their right mind would choose to endure the pain and suffering of the hate and rejection heaped upon them? The only choice a gay really has is whether to accept they are gay or to try to live straight and hide their feelings. That runs the risk of all kinds of emotional problems. Now, I'm going to say something else and I want you to promise me you won't get angry. I just want you to try to understand. Promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
"You provided great support for Tim. He leaned on you. When you left for college his support was gone and he finally had to come to grips with his inner feelings. IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT! YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH TIM BEING GAY! He was going to have to deal with it sooner or later. That just turned out to be the time. It's obvious this troubles you a lot. Please believe me when I tell you Tim loves you dearly. Some time I wish you could watch him when he talks about you. You'd see what I mean. After you have thought about Tim even a little bit you will realize how much you love him. I could never reject someone I knew loved me. I ask you to reach deep down into your heart and find the love for your brother that I know is there. You haven't lost him, he needs you more than ever."
By the time Dave finished, Jim's head was buried in his hands; he was sobbing. Dave moved over and sat beside Jim, placing his arm around Jim's shoulder. Jim leaned into Dave and began crying heavily. Eventually, the emotion subsided, Jim was all out of tears and he looked up at Dave.
"You are right, as usual, damn it. How can I apologize to him? Where can I find him."
"I know where he is, do you want to come with me?"
"Yes." The sadness was heavy in his voice. They got in Dave's car and drove to Mike's apartment. Tim opened the door, startled to see first his brother then Uncle Dave. He stood still, not knowing what to expect but ready for anything.
"Tim, forgive me! Please! I'm sorry!" Tears were streaming down his cheeks again. Tim took him into his arms.
"You're my brother. There's nothing to forgive. I love you." And Tim was crying. As they stood in the open doorway wrapped in each other's arms, Dave moved so he was beside them and began to softly rub their backs just like he had done when they were little boys. Finally, Tim moved away while holding Jim at arm's length.
"There's someone I want you to meet." He took Jim by the hand and led him into room. At that same moment, Mike entered from the bedroom. There seemed to be a moment of recognition. Mike extended his hand.
"Hi, Jimmy." Mike said with a broad grin. He purposely used Jim's childhood nickname for effect. Jim stood staring.
"I think I ought to know you!" Jim said questioningly as he kept on staring. Tim, Mike and Uncle Dave were starting to giggle. Jim continued to stare at Mikes eyes, nose, mouth, ears. EARS!
"MIKEY?!" Jim exclaimed. And with that, the other three roared with laughter. Jim found himself in an embrace with Mike. Two old friends found again. After the excitement subsided, Jim looked at Mike, then at Tim, then back at Mike. They watched as the light bulb clicked on in Jim's brain.
"Yes! To answer your question, I am too." Mike said. Jim stood speechless with his mouth hanging open. Dave had raided the fridge while the Jim and Mike were greeting each other and shoved a beer in Jim's hand.
"Better fill that mouth with this before the flies get in there." The three boys began talking nonstop. Dave said he had other things to do and asked Tim if he would give his brother a ride home. Of course, he agreed. Driving home, Dave called Jack on his cell phone and gave an abbreviated report, more to follow.
The relationship between the three childhood friends became solid as a rock. Jim got married and presented his mother with two grandsons and two granddaughters. Uncle Tim and Uncle Mike remained committed to each other and spoiled the grandkids rotten. After Tim's sophomore year, Dave, Jack, Tim and Mike were invited to Chicago to meet with Nels. It seems Nels was interested in offering Tim an internship in his LA office (all arranged by Dave, naturally). Nels showed them around the Windy City, wining and dining them like they couldn't believe. Tim eventually became a partner in Nels' firm and was quite successful. Mike graduated with excellent grades and began writing. He ultimately became a successful novelist of historical fiction.
One Fall, a forest fire burned the cabin to the ground. Jack, Dave, Tim and Mike decided they should rebuild it just like it was, only with more modern appliances. Dave and Mike got to put all their knowledge of building to good use, much to Jack's and Tim's amazement. Plus, Dave made sure they used fire retardant materials where possible. When the project started the men had to sleep in tents. Of course, the men pared off naturally. The next morning Jack went into the village and brought back coffee and roles. Mike watched as Jack handed Dave a cup of coffee and then kissed him briefly and lovingly on the lips like a married couple. Then both men turned and smiled at Mike. They had just awarded him the ultimate family acceptance by trusting him with their secret. He had pretty well figured it by then but he managed to look shocked anyway. About that moment, Tim walked up from behind Mike, handed him a cup of coffee and gave him the same type of brief, loving kiss. Everyone laughed and Mike could not avoid blushing. At least now Mike didn't have to worry about the sounds of lovemaking escaping the tent. When the cabin was far enough along to use the bedrooms, but far from being complete, both bedrooms were properly christened.
A major grocery chain made Dave an offer he just could not refuse so he retired at an early age as a multimillionaire. Dave finally tired of the home repair business and retired, not quite as well off as Dave but still a multimillionaire. After breast cancer stole their beloved Beth, the rock of the family, Dave and Jack moved in together. At their age, they no longer cared what people might think. They enjoyed the grandchildren, golf, travel and the bedroom.
My thanks to the Nifty Archive. I sincerely hope the readers have enjoyed this story; it was a joy to write. It seemed to write itself. There were times I actually didn't know where it was going. The characters seemed to have their own ideas and I grew to like them very much. They allowed me to say things I had no other way to say. I also hope the readers are able to overlook some of the technical errors, research was limited.
Sincerely Draginacht