Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 11:48:29 EST
From: Draginacht@aol.com
Subject: My Lover First 5

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real
people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read such
material must stop now.  This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive
solely for the enjoyment of its readers.

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My Lover First 05

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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.


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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