Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 06:44:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Damian <nvtahoeus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kurt's Tough Choice - Part 3

This is a fictional story about Kurt, a young national park worker in Maine
who falls for Rob, a co-worker, and then has to deal with his sudden
disappearance.  Kurt's search for Rob takes him down a convoluted path to
self-discovery.  Like most of my past stories, this is an in-depth romance
story with a plot, a limited number of characters, and more emotions than
physical sex.  Sex will be a part of it, but it's more implied than
explicit.  I plan to post subsequent chapters often, so please check back.
Your feedback as you follow the story would be greatly appreciated.

No minors were harmed in the writing of this story, but if you are one
please go find something else to do.  Please do not reproduce this story in
any form without the permission of the author.  Thanks.

Damian
nvtahoeus@yahoo.com


KURT'S TOUGH CHOICE

PART 3

I had to politely excuse myself from Riley's cabin around noon the next
day.  While I'd enjoyed our time together just as much as the first time
the previous weekend, I felt a need to get back to my own apartment and
think things through.  Riley didn't understand, but he didn't stand in my
way.  I tried to hide my misgivings from him, but he probably saw through
me as I'm not a very good actor.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I thought to myself.  On the one hand, I
was overwhelmed with the sexual satisfaction I was getting from my visits
with Riley.  But on the other hand, I still felt that something was
missing.  The connection I felt with Riley seemed to wane soon after the
sexual satisfaction did.  It didn't seem like a recipe for a long-term
relationship – but then again, no one was yet asking for one.

I thought about the situation a lot over the next few days and wondered if
I should be honest with Riley or just continue our weekend rendezvous like
they had been going and see what developed.  But then something happened
that threw the whole thing into a different perspective.

I got a letter from Rob!

I always knew it was a possibility, but it still surprised and elated me
when it came in the mail that Wednesday afternoon.  Rather than tearing it
open immediately, however, I held onto it for a while, turning it over and
over in my hands, reading the return address (which was in Camden, Maine –
just a ways down the coast from Bar Harbor), and even putting it to my nose
to see if the seductive aura I remembered from being in Rob's embrace would
be on it.  If I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, I thought I could detect
it, but I knew it was probably only my imagination.

I found a note on the kitchen table from my roommates, saying they would be
home late and to go ahead and eat without them.  So I decided to take
advantage of some rare alone time.  I drew a hot bath, poured myself a
glass of wine, left my clothes on my bed, and immersed myself gratefully
into the steaming water to soak away the day's dirt and muscle fatigue.

I had taken the letter from Rob with me and opened it to read before I got
my hands wet.  Reading slowly, my heart pounding with excitement, I savored
every word:

"Dear Kurt,

"I was surprised and happy to get your two letters in the mail a few days
ago.  Sorry it's taken me a while to reply, but my folks had forwarded it
to me here in Camden, where I'm running a tour boat for the summer.
Sometimes I get a little tired of the tourists, especially the bratty kids,
but I guess it beats filling potholes and emptying trash cans at Acadia.
Ha!

"Thanks for your concern about my leg injury.  It was pretty badly bruised,
and I cracked a bone in it (next time I'll stand on the other side of the
guardrail!), so I sat out fall semester and lived at home in New York.
Boring!!  I went back to school for second semester and then got this job
in Camden through a connection.

"It was nice of you to go to so much effort to contact me.  I appreciate
that.  I'm sorry you felt hurt, but at least you know now that I didn't
ignore you.  To be honest, I've thought about you often since last summer,
but I didn't know how to get in touch with you.  Yes, our times together
were a pleasant memory especially that last evening we spent together.
You're a good hugger, in case no one ever told you that.  I could use one
right now.

"I was intrigued that you said you met someone there in Bar Harbor who
looks like me.  Poor slob!  No, really, I'm interested in meeting this guy
sometime.

"Speaking of that, you're only a couple of hours away.  I have the weekend
after next off, and I was wondering if you'd like to get together then.  I
have a car, so I could drive up there.  Do you have room in your place for
me to crash overnight?  I'd like to try to pick up where we left off, and
it sounds like you might like the same thing.

"Hope to hear from you soon.

"Your friend, Rob"

Needless to say, I was deeply touched by Rob's letter.  The guy had
actually missed me and wanted to see me again – and he was only 75 miles
away!  This was the best news I'd had in a long time.  I let the letter
drop to the floor, making sure it landed in a dry spot, and submerged all
but my head in the still-warm water.  I might have let myself cry except
that I thought I heard voices in the apartment.  Jim, one of my roommates,
then barged into the bathroom without knocking.

"Hey, prune skin – you're gonna get wrinkled in there.  I gotta go real
bad – how about it?  You about done?"

I reluctantly took the stopper out of the drain of the clawfoot tub and
stood up.  Jim handed me a towel.  My roommates and I didn't usually see
each other naked, but this seemed to be an emergency, judging from the
strained look on Jim's face.

"If all you need to do is take a leak, go ahead.  But I'll be outta here in
a minute."

"Thanks, buddy – you're a life saver.  Too much beer, I guess."

Jim whipped out a cock that I had never seen before and relieved himself,
as I tried to ignore it and dry my body.

"What's that on the floor?"

"Just a letter I got today in the mail."

"Looks like a love letter to me.  You got something goin' on that Ray and I
don't know about?"

"Maybe," I blushed.  The discovery of the letter on the floor embarrassed
me more than Jim seeing me completely naked for the first time.

"Well, don't expect her to be impressed with that little thing," Jim
teased, glancing at the soft appendage that I was drying with my towel.

"It's a grow-er, not a show-er," I said, sticking my tongue out.  I wrapped
the towel around myself and gathered up the letter and envelope and my wine
glass.  "But it's not gonna grow around you, so don't get excited."

"Do I look excited?"

"Well, it does look a little bigger now than it did a minute ago.  I didn't
know seeing me bare-ass would turn you on."

Jim replied with an appropriate gesture, and I padded barefoot back to my
room.  So much for my alone time.

"Have you guys had dinner yet?" I said, returning to the kitchen now fully
dressed.  Ray was surveying the sparse contents of the cupboard.

"Looks like another night of peanut butter sandwiches, guys."


After Jim and Ray had turned in for the night, I went to the living room
and quickly dialed the number that Rob had provided in his letter.

"H'lo," the groggy voice on the other end answered.

"Rob?  It's Kurt.  Over in Bar Harbor.  Did I wake you?"

"Hmm...well, kinda, but that's okay.  You must have gotten my letter."

"Yes.  Yes, I did.  Thanks very much.  It's good to be back in touch with
you again."

"Glad you think so, too.  Didja miss me?"

"Sure did.  I just wanted to call and let you know that I'd love to have
you come for a visit weekend after next.  You can stay here with me,
although it'll be a little crowded if my roommates are here.  They usually
are."

"Great – let's plan on it.  I'll be working till late on Friday, but how
about I show up there around 10:30 on Saturday morning?"

"That works for me, Rob.  By the way, it sounds like you want to try and
meet my new friend Riley – the one who I said looks like you."

"Yes, definitely.  I'm really curious to meet this guy."

"Why is that?  Are you missing a twin or something?" I replied with a
laugh.

There was a pause on the other end before Rob replied.

"As a matter of fact, I am, Kurt.  I was adopted as an infant, and my folks
told me I had a twin brother who was adopted by another family.  I was
going to try to track him down someday.  Maybe you've already saved me the
trouble."

I guess it had been in the back of my mind that this was a possibility, but
I was still stunned out of my mind to hear Rob say that.  Of course, it
wasn't certain just yet, but still...

"Wow – that blows me away.  When were you born?"

"November 14, 1954.  I'll be 21 this fall.  See if you can find out when
this Riley was born and get back to me.  Okay?  I'd be over the moon if he
turned out to be my brother."

"I'll be seeing him this weekend and I'll ask."

"Don't tell him that I asked, okay?  I'd like to surprise him when I get
there."

"I'm sure he would be – surprised, that is.  He said he was an only
child.  I never asked him if he was adopted, and he never mentioned it.
It's not something you normally ask someone, you know."

"Yes, I know.  Listen, Kurt, I gotta get some sleep now, but I really
appreciate this call.  I'll be waiting to hear back from you this weekend
with whatever you can find out about Riley.  And, uh, I'll be looking
forward to seeing you again, too, the following weekend.  You said
something in your letter about wanting to pick up where we left off, and I
just want to say again that I feel the same way.  G'night."

"G'night, Rob.  Talk to you again soon."

My hands were trembling as I put the phone back in its cradle.  This was
all a little overwhelming.  Not only was I going to get to see Rob again in
only 10 days, but I was also possibly dating the guy's twin brother!  I
went to bed not knowing at all how I'd play my hand if that proved to be
the case, but sleep was elusive that night.


I thought carefully about the whole unlikely situation for the next two
days before walking to Riley's cabin on Friday after work.  We seemed to be
getting into a kind of routine that was built around drinks, dinner...and
more...on Friday nights.  I had always looked forward to these rendezvous,
but I also felt a little guilty that I wasn't responding to Riley's
advances with quite the enthusiasm that Riley showed.  Still, a good orgasm
is a good thing, and Riley provided me with at least two or three good ones
every weekend.  Before I met him, there was never anyone else the same room
when I had one.

"I got a letter from my friend Rob this week," I announced as nonchalantly
as possible after our first beer out on Riley's deck.

"Oh?  Where is he?"  I thought I detected a note of tenseness in Riley's
voice that hadn't been there in the minutes before.

"He's working over in Camden this summer, driving a tour boat.  He wants to
come over for a visit next weekend."

"I see.  That's nice.  Maybe you should bring him by so I can meet him, if
you say he looks so much like me."

"I told him about you."

"You did?"

"Yes.  And he wants to meet you, too."

"I'm glad."  Normally Riley's sentences contained many more words than he
was speaking at the moment, and I knew the man was trying to contain his
jealousy at the news of my impending reunion with Rob.

"Is he going to stay with you?"

"Well, he's short on money, so he asked if he could."

"You guys have a spare bedroom in that apartment?"

"No, I suppose he'll have to sleep on the living room couch," I lied.  I
knew where Rob would be sleeping, and it wouldn't be on any couch.  I'm
sure Riley knew it, too.

"I guess that means I won't be seeing much of you next weekend."

"Well, probably not.  I'll need to stay home on Friday night to clean the
apartment and shop for some groceries.  If I buy them in advance, Jim and
Ray will have them all eaten before Rob even gets here."  He smiled, but it
was true.  "Same goes for cleaning.  The place never stays clean very long
with them around."

"You and Rob could stay here if you like."

"That might be a little awkward.  I hardly got to know Rob before he left
last summer, so we have some catching up to do.  We'd just be in your way."

Riley's eyes shifted all around, and I knew he was pissed.  I had to find a
way to change the subject – and do a little snooping for Rob at the same
time.

"But this weekend is for us, Riley.  Let's get dinner over with so we can
`enjoy' each other.  What do you say?  I'd like to get to know you better
than I do."

Riley smiled weakly and accepted a friendly kiss from me before he got up
to put some food on the table for us.


When we woke up in Riley's bed the next morning, I spooned his nude form in
front of me.  Usually it was the other way around, but I had been the
aggressor for a change during the previous evening's after-dinner
"activities."  It was fun to take on that role for the first time.

I was glad that Riley had never uttered the three little words that I was
frankly not ready to hear from him, and I hadn't used them on him either.
I liked Riley a lot, but I didn't feel that I was even close to loving him
yet and hoped that he felt likewise.

After another round of "enjoying each other," we took our usual Saturday
morning shower together and then went downstairs for some coffee and
breakfast.  Riley had been uncharacteristically quiet.  We'd been too
"busy" to talk much after dinner the previous night, so I took the
opportunity to quiz him a bit now.  I hoped my nervousness wouldn't show.

"I want to know more about you, Riley.  I've never even asked how old you
are or much about your family or hometown," I said, calmly buttering a
piece of toast.

"There's not much to know.  I'm 20.  I grew up in Montpelier, Vermont.  My
mom and dad work for state government there.  I think I told you I'm an
only child.  I had the usual middle-class upbringing, played basketball in
high school, then went off to UV at Burlington and got myself laid within
the first two weeks."  He smiled and traded a look with me.  "I'm taking
advantage of being able to use this cabin this summer.  Then I met you.
The rest you already know."

Now for the big question.  I took a deep breath and asked, "When do you
turn 21?"

"On November 14.  I share a birthday with Prince Charles and Mamie
Eisenhower – top that!"

I nearly choked on my coffee.  So it was true.  I'd been having sex for a
month now with the twin brother of the guy I thought I really wanted to be
with.  I had to restrain myself from hyperventilating in front of Riley.

"So you were born in 1954?"

"Yeah – same as you, I suppose."

"Yes – I'm a month older than you – born on October 14.  Didn't you
tell me once you were born in New York?"

"Yes.  That's what I was told.  My mom and dad adopted me from some young
unmarried woman in upstate New York who couldn't raise me.  I didn't know
until I went to first grade that I was adopted."

"Did that come as a shock?"

"I don't remember that it did.  My folks made it sound like being adopted
was a good thing – that I was chosen."

"Do you know anything about your birth mother?"

"No, but I never really had much curiosity about that.  I suppose that's
odd, but I knew who loved me and went out of their way to raise me, and
that's all that ever mattered to me."

"Do you think she had any other children?"

"I have no idea.  Maybe later she got married and had some."

"Do you know what town in New York you were born in?"

"I was told it was Plattsburgh.  What makes you ask?"

I squirmed, as he parroted Rob's city of birth.

"No reason," I lied.  "Just making conversation."

Riley then turned the tables and started asking me about my background.  We
talked for the rest of the morning, and then went for a walk in town before
I said I was tired and needed a nap.  I had some things to do back in my
apartment – like call Rob and confirm that he indeed had a twin brother
in Bar Harbor, although I didn't say that to Riley.  I would let Rob handle
that revelation.  Only he had the right to, of course.

"I have an idea for tomorrow," he said as we were parting.

I knew what Riley's "ideas" usually translated into, but I said, "What's
that?"

"Let's do something different.  Let's go out for brunch somewhere and then
come back here for a while and let me pamper you a little."

"Pamper me?"

"I don't want you to think that I have a one-track mind.  I just want to
give you a nice massage.  Have you ever had one?"

"No.  Never."

"I learned from a friend how to give a good one – you'd like it.  Then I
just want to cuddle with you and hold you while we nod off for a while.  No
strings attached – no sex – just make you feel good and relaxed and
appreciated."

"Sounds good," I replied, rather astonished to see a different side of
Riley – a truly caring one.  I already knew he liked me and was
attracted to me, but what he just described showed me that there was more
to it than just that.  It intrigued me and unnerved me a bit at the same
time – especially with Rob's arrival only a week away.


I did try to call Rob that afternoon but never got through.  He must have
been working or out having fun.  The next day Riley and I did meet in town
for a nice brunch.  I treated, since he'd been feeding me and keeping me in
beer so much in his cabin lately.  But the rest of the afternoon I was
totally on the receiving end of his care.  It was a cloudy, windy day –
perfect for an indoor pampering.

The massage Riley gave me on his bed was amazing – tender, sensuous, and
very relaxing.  He had me strip completely nude and lie down on my stomach.
He stayed partly dressed to emphasize the fact that his intentions were
completely nonsexual.  I felt a little vulnerable at first, but he quickly
put me at ease.

Using a nice massage oil, he covered every part of my body with his caring
hands for at least an hour while soothing music played in the background.
Once in a while he would whisper in my ear, "You're so beautiful, Kurt," or
"I'm so glad I met you," or "Your skin feels so soft and perfect."  Soon he
had me practically purring.

Even after he had me turn over and saw that my cock was pulsating with
pleasure, he was true to his word.  He would touch it occasionally, but he
never tried to bring me off – even though at one point I felt like I
wanted him to, more than anything.

Afterward, while I waited on the bed still nude, he drew a warm bath and
then called me in to immerse myself in it while he sat nearby and talked to
me in low, reassuring tones.  Then he had me stand up while he soaped my
body to cleanse the massage oil off.  I stayed erect the whole time.

After I rinsed off, he dried me thoroughly in a clean fluffy towel and then
used his hair dryer on me to get me completely dry before putting me back
to bed under the covers.  He held me tenderly as we both drifted off for
nearly an hour.

I was practically floating on air on the walk home after the nap, but
feeling even more conflicted than ever.  Riley had lovingly shown me that
he wasn't the one-dimensional person that I had been led to believe.  He
never said that he loved me, but his actions that afternoon suggested
otherwise.  He gave and gave and asked for nothing in return.  I thanked
him profusely and gave him enough chaste kisses and hugs to prove my
gratitude.


Of course, what happened that afternoon was going to make it all the
tougher if I had to make a choice, but then again I knew that the choice
might be made for me.  I couldn't have both Rob and Riley, but it wasn't
entirely up to me.

I was glad Riley didn't push for any time together during the following
work week.  Emotionally speaking, I knew it was going to be challenging
enough to get through the following weekend.  The man I had thought I loved
for the past year was coming to town to see me and meet his twin brother,
the one who I'd been having sex with, and now more.  That one was
apparently jealous of my expected visitor – but clueless about the twin
connection.  Does life get much more complicated than that?


(To be continued soon)


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