Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 15:45:28 -0800 (PST)
From: ds elliot <dselliot28@yahoo.com>
Subject: When I Frst Met Mike  -  Part IV     (Gay Male/Beginnings Section)

When I First met Mike - Part IV

by ds elliot


This is the story of two men discovering each other. This story contains
episodes of sexual abuse, physical abuse, and verbal abuse. While this is
a story of discovery and understanding and compassion, the reader must
live through the pain to get to that point.

All rights reserved. This story may not be distributed, sold, or linked
to any other sites including pay sites without the express permission of
the author.

Copyright 2004.

This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between two young men.
This is a story of intimate sexual contact and discovery and well as
forced sex and violence. If you are not of legal age in your area to read
stories of this nature or if you are offended by stories of this nature,
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I would appreciate your comments, suggestions, and constructive
criticisms. You can contact the author at: dselliot28@yahoo.com


and now back to the story...


Saturday morning was even better than Friday night. We both visited the
bathroom when we awoke, and promptly beat a path back to the bed. Mike
was in a very amorous mood as he nibbled on my earlobe and whispered very
suggestive thoughts to me. I was instantly hard and ready for the things
he was so shamelessly suggesting. He worked his way down my body much the
same as I had done to him. Whenever he got a reaction out of me, it only
caused him to linger longer to do more. I was nearly half crazed by the
time he moved on from my nipples. While I knew they were sensitive, I had
no idea how sensitive until he nearly caused me to cum just from the
attention he was giving them. He sucked on my balls until I swore I could
feel the cum bubbling inside them. When he licked and kissed behind them,
I expected -- practically begged -- him to suck on my dick, but he
didn't. Instead he pushed my legs up to gain access to my ass. When I
felt his tongue run across my tender opening. I nearly flew off the bed.
No one had ever done that for me before, and it felt absolutely
fantastic. With one swipe of his tongue, I was hooked! He didn't stop
there though. He proceeded to lick the area and apply pressure with his
tongue until he gained access. Feeling his tongue slither in and out of
me had me on fire and begging him to put the flames out. I almost
couldn't take anymore by the time he stopped. I was panting like I'd just
run five miles. He smiled and asked,

"You like that?"

"Oh God, yes! That was pure heaven. No one has ever done that before."

That brief interlude allowed me to calm some, and it was a good thing
too. If he hadn't stopped for those few seconds I likely would have cum
the instant he swirled his tongue over the head of my rampant dick.
Feeling his lips wrap around the head and gradually slide down the length
was nearly enough to do it for me. What amazed me even more was that he
didn't stop until I was completely inside. I could feel the head of my
dick pass through the tighter opening to his throat and slide inside. I
couldn't believe this was happening. This was another first for me. I
mean I wasn't that big, but no one had ever taken it all before. When he
slid back up the length I was mumbling and rambling on... I could hear
myself, but I had no idea what I was saying. It was like every part of my
body was focused in that 7 ½ inches of hard flesh. Mike was deliberately
slow as he took me back into his throat. My fists were pulling at the
bedding -- my feeble attempt to anchor myself to this world as my body
was reeling out of control. Suddenly I was there at that point where the
edge was insight. My body seemed to be hurling toward that edge yet it
all seemed to be happening in slow motion. I wanted to cum so
desperately, but I wasn't quiet there yet.

And then it happened... my whole body stiffened and jerked then settled
into tremors as my dick erupted in Mikes throat. It felt like he was
sucking my balls out through my dick. My mind felt like it had entered
some black hole as I floated through my orgasm. There were stars all
around my head and little twinges of aftershocks that shook my body and
caused wonderful sensations from one end of me to the other. Time wasn't
a concept I could grasp... my head was too full of pleasurable feelings.
I wasn't aware of anything beyond the blissful feelings that surged
through me over and over and over.

It took a bit to come back to the present. Mike was cuddled up in my arms
and kissing my neck. I had no idea how he got in my arms or how long he'd
been kissing me. I was only now capable of handling new sensory input.
All I could do was sigh...

"How was it?"

"I've never experienced anything like that. You're the best! Damn! I
can't think yet... it's like my brain suffered a major overload. I really
want to do that again. I just don't know if I'd live through it twice.
I've never felt anything so intense before. This is a whole new level I
didn't know existed before today."

"I like the way you taste. It's almost sweet."

"I like the way you taste too... and damn but you smell good... so
earthy but a little spicy too... it's a sweet spicy scent. I can't place
it, but it seems like I've smelled it before."

"I smell spicy? I never noticed. Are you ready to try one more thing?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I want to feel you inside me."

"Mike, are you sure you're ready to try that? We don't have to if you
aren't absolutely sure. I can wait. I just don't want you to feel bad. So
far everything we've done has been great for both of us. I don't want
that to be bad for you."

"That's the reason I want to try it. Everything has been so wonderful...
way better than I ever expected. If everything that we've done is so much
better than what I remember, that likely will be too. I'm a little
nervous about it, but I'm not afraid to try."

Mike started nibbling on my ear. I was instantly hard. I didn't think I'd
likely have another erection for days after what just happened, but he
was too good at putting me in the mood. Sufficiently motivated to
proceed, I decided to try what Mike did for me. I pushed his legs back
and licked over his hole. Surprisingly to me it tasted like Mike smelled.
I was hooked! It took a bit but he did relax and allow my tongue to
wander inside. He was clamping down tightly on my tongue, but it felt
great to be so intimate with the man I loved. My jaw tired soon so I
started to work my lubed finger inside. Mike stayed calm as first one and
then two fingers worked inside him to loosen him and lubricate him too.
He seemed to be enjoying the stimulation. He was erect and leaking
precum. I rolled Mike on his back and kissed his thighs and sucked on his
balls and dick to get him as aroused as possible. My hope was that if he
was stimulated enough he would be more relaxed and more open to this
experience. It seemed to work. Mike put his legs on my shoulders as I
moved closer to his body. I rubbed the head of my dick over and around
his hole. I could see the initial trepidation disappear. When I was lined
up and ready to enter him I urged him to relax and push out. He did, and
I slipped easily inside. He instantly arched his back at the intrusion,
but let out a deep sigh and relaxed back into the bed. On the third pass
into his body, I brushed against his prostate. Mike's hips bucked up and
his eyes opened wide. He asked,

"Oh... that felt good. What did you just do?"

"That was your prostate. I just rubbed against it. It feels pretty good
doesn't it."

"In all the times... I've never felt that before. I didn't know there
could really be pleasure in this for me."

With that I tried to hit his prostate each time. He was grunting and
moaning and encouraging me to do more. Having cum just a short time
before, I felt that I could make this one last a while. It did last a
while, but not nearly as long as I'd hoped. Mike was so hot and silky
inside. It felt like his body was pulling me deeper inside each time.
Watching Mike's face was an absolute joy and inspiration. I could see the
feelings he was experiencing on his face and in his eyes. He certainly
wasn't freaking out.

Any doubts that Mike might not be enjoying this were quickly dispelled
when he pulled his knees back to his shoulders. When I leaned down to
kiss his lips and neck he got more vocal... One can only go slow for so
long before the body takes over seeking it's own pleasures. I was going
faster and harder as my body set the rhythm it preferred. The soft
squishy sounds of love were soon replaced by the sounds of flesh slapping
against flesh and accompanied by grunts, groans, and moans. We were each
lost in our own bit of paradise as together we sought the ultimate goal
of our union. We were both sweating. The room smelled of sex... lust...
passion. Mike had a death gripped my forearms as he got louder and
moaned...

"Oh Adam... umm... oh God... I... I... Adam... Oh God... more...
please..."

My body seemed to know what he needed as I plowed faster and harder. Mike
sighed, "Yesss... oh yess... I... Oh God... Adam..."

His body tensed. I felt his muscles squeeze my dick as he shot the first
volley of cum. With each shot his muscles gripped me tighter. I was there
too. My dick exploded inside him as I tried to go deeper still. When I
finished my arms couldn't support my weight. I collapsed on top of Mike.
He wrapped his arms and legs around me holding me tight. I licked some of
his cum from his face and neck as I whispered 'I love you so much' into
his ear.

The next thing I remember is waking up tightly wrapped in Mike's arms and
legs. He was still sleeping. When I kissed his neck, he stirred. I kept
kissing him until he was fully awake. He looked so angelic... so at peace
with himself and the world. We were stuck together by his cum... a
pleasant reminder of what had just happened. Once we untangled ourselves
we headed to the bathroom to shower, dress, and get ready for the rest of
the day. It was already noon when we found ourselves foraging for food in
the kitchen. We didn't talk a lot, but we did hold hands and touch each
other more than before. It seemed like there was so much we needed to
say, but at the same time trying to put such deep emotional feelings into
words didn't seem possible or perhaps all that necessary. It's like we
each knew what the other felt. I could read it in his eyes. I hoped he
could read the same feelings in mine.

Our tender time ended when Mike reminded me that it was time to head to
Dr. Martin's for his appointment. We drove there holding hands. I just
felt better when we were connected. Mrs. Martin greeted us at the door
and showed us to the den. As she was leaving she told us she had a
special treat for us when we were finished.

Once Dr. Martin was seated in his usual chair, Mike went into overdrive.
He told the doctor everything in graphic detail. I wanted to crawl under
the sofa I was so embarrassed. I mean I've never just sat there and
listened while someone described sex with me. I knew my face was red. I
could feel the heat radiating from it. I just knew the tops of my ears
must be on fire. Still it was impossible to stop Mike. His excitement and
enthusiasm was evident. On some level I was proud of myself for making
him feel as he obviously did. On another level this was personal and not
something to discuss in public. I survived the session. I'm sure my pride
was evident. It felt like I was standing a bit taller. I know my chest
was puffed out.

Dr. Martin told Mike that he thought he'd made enough progress that
regular sessions weren't going to be necessary in the future. The doctor
recommended that Mike call when and if he needed to talk. I could see
elation and also a touch of sadness in Mike's eyes at the news. On the
one hand Mike was over the worst of things and had learned to deal with
his issues. On the other hand Dr. Martin had been an intimate part of
Mike's life for a long time. He more than anyone was the reason Mike was
at this point. Mike didn't need Dr. Martin as much as he once had. It
wasn't that he was completely finished with him, but the need wasn't as
great. Mike was in control of his feelings, his issues, his demons, and
his life. He did have a bright future.

Near the end of August Mike got his high school equivalence certificate.
He'd already talked with school advisers and was enrolled in the same
community college for the fall quarter. When we talked about what
direction Mike wanted to take with school, I wasn't at all surprised to
learn that he wanted to help other troubled kids. I knew Dr. Martin had
been such a major influence in his life that it would be hard for Mike
not to want to do the same for others. He certainly had the heart and the
patience for the job. If anyone could identify with troubled, abused, and
abandoned kids, it was definitely Mike. He had years of school ahead of
him, but this would be a path of his choosing.

It was the Saturday before college started for Mike that he decided it
was time to go through the envelope of information Alex had gathered. We
sat at the kitchen table as we sorted through all of the papers inside.
There was a copy of Mike's birth certificate. From that he learned that
he had his mother's maiden name rather than his father's name. Mike
didn't know that his parents weren't married and wasn't aware that he
didn't have his father's last name. We also learned that Mike had been
taken from his mother on two occasions. The first time was when he was
three years old and the second just after he started first grade. From
the reports in the file there were signs of child neglect and physical
abuse both times. His mother was forced to attend parenting classes as
well as anger management classes. Each time upon completion of the
assigned programs, Mike was returned to her care. He learned where his
father lived. He was in Chicago and had been for the last several years.
His father was married and had two other children. Mike hadn't considered
that he might have half brothers and sisters out there in the world. Upon
further inspection of the documents in the envelop we discovered that his
dad had continued to pay child support even though Mike was not living
with his mother. It also looked like he was still paying support. We
decided to contact Alex on Monday to see what the deal was with that.

Alex told us that Mike's dad had been paying child support to the tune of
$500.00 per month to Mike's mother and was still paying. Alex said that
his mother had never filed a missing persons report or told his father
that Mike had run away. Further she had gone to court to extend the child
support until Mike finished college. Mike would turn 21 in October so
that meant that she'd been illegally collecting child support for nearly
the last six years. Alex told Mike that he was entitled to that money and
his firm would pursue collection of those funds plus interest if Mike
wished. There was still enough anger in Mike to say yes to the collection
of the funds.

Alex was indeed good at what he did. It was a few months in process, but
Alex did present Mike with a cashier's check for the total amount of
child support that she'd collected since Mike left home. He also got
interest on that money for Mike. Mike had another large chunk of cash to
add to his accounts. I asked Alex how he did it so easily. He told me
that he threatened to take both his mother and her husband to court and
pursue fraud charges against them as well as forgery charges and perjury
charges for filing false documents with the courts. Alex told them that
if they paid promptly he wouldn't pursue criminal charges. They took a
second mortgage on their home to make restitution to Mike. Alex also told
me that Mike's mother was such a selfish and indignant bitch that he
placed a call to Mike's father in Chicago to inform him that Mike hadn't
been in the home since he was 15 and further that he was just starting
his college career now. He told Mike's father that he'd collected all the
child support paid to his mother and turned it over to Mike so he
wouldn't get the money back, but he certainly could pursue criminal
charges if he was so inclined. Alex said that Mike's dad didn't waste any
time doing that. Someone in the prosecutor's office informed him that
complaints had been filed the day after their phone conversation. When I
asked Alex if it was all ethical, he told me it wasn't the most honest
thing he'd ever done, but he felt like Mike's mother and step father
deserved some grief for what they'd done or failed to do for Mike. I
couldn't agree more.

Just before Christmas that year, Mike received a long letter from his
father. In that letter he apologized for not being a part of his life and
not doing more to see to his needs as he grew up. He talked about the
mistakes he'd made and the problems those mistakes caused both of them.
He told Mike about his other children and his wife. He told Mike about
his career and his hobbies and interests. At the end of the letter he
asked if Mike would meet with him and his family. He told Mike his other
children wanted to meet their older brother and that he really wanted to
meet him too.

It was a very emotional letter for Mike. If he read it once, I'm sure he
read it a hundred times. The day after Christmas Mike asked me if I would
go to Chicago with him on his spring break. I told him I'd be very happy
to go with him. Mike wrote to his father the next day to tell him that he
was interested in meeting them and would travel to Chicago on his spring
break. He gave the dates and asked if that was convenient for them. He
got a letter back that next week saying that they were all looking
forward to his visit. Mike booked two round trip tickets, a hotel room
that was reasonably close to where his father lived, and a car for the
time we'd be in the city. While the trip was still months away, I could
tell that Mike was excited to make this journey. I tried my best to keep
his expectations within reasonable limits. I didn't want him to hope for
something that just wasn't possible. No matter what we found in Chicago,
it would never be able to make up for all that lost time. I know Mike was
hoping for answers, but sometimes answers just don't exist.

In January Dr. Martin asked if Mike would like to help him by attending a
lecture he was preparing for some of his students. Dr. Martin wanted Mike
to talk about his experiences when he was kidnapped. This would be the
first time Mike talked to anyone aside from me and Dr. Martin about his
ordeal. Dr. Martin felt that this would be good for Mike to do for a
couple of reasons. First it would help Mike to view and discuss what
happened to him without reliving the experiences. Dr. Martin believe that
he was at a point where talking with others about the events as well as
his feelings and his personal struggles once he was free would aid in the
healing as well as allow Mike to assess what was done to him in a more
clinical and less emotional way. Dr. Martin also believed his students
needed to talk first hand with someone who had lived through such
devastating abuse for as long as he did. He also wanted Mike to discuss
the treatment he'd been through and what helped him to heal and move on.
Mike didn't really want to do it at first, but then he started to believe
that he really did have something to contribute. He was somewhat unique
in the types of abuse he suffered over an extended period of time. Often
those subjected to such abuse didn't live to tell about it. Those who did
often didn't survive intact and all too often couldn't be helped or
hadn't had access to proper professional care.

Mike decided to attend the evening lecture and discussion. He wanted me
there for moral support. I was surprised to see how Mike was able to talk
to the young doctors about his situation. He was able to be clear and
concise without being too graphic. He was also able to tell his story
without any emotional setbacks. This time it sounded more like the first
time Mike told me... like he was on the outside watching all of this
happen to him. The discussion after the lecture lasted far longer than I
expected. The doctors asked so many questions of both Mike and Dr. Martin
and eventually even of me. The young doctors never would have known I was
there had Mike not pointed me out as one of the greatest aids in his
recovery. Dr. Martin asked Mike to come back again the following week to
continue the discussion. He happily agreed.

I was a little worried that Mike might slip back into the nightmares
after that evening, but he didn't. On the way home he talked about the
experience and how much better he felt now that he was able to talk about
the abuse without breaking down. It showed Mike that he had control of
those experiences and could effectively deal with them.

As time progressed Mike became even more self-confident and more
self-assured. He had progressed so far from that shell of a man I'd found
on the street. He wasn't even close to that same man he'd been back then.
He was whole and complete. He had direction and goals. He had pride in
himself and his accomplishments. He wasn't aimlessly wandering just
trying to survive another day. His goals were spaced out over years
rather than moment to moment. Mike was still extremely shy in large
groups. When he had to function with a large group, he preferred to have
me close -- within touching distance. He was best with small groups and
while shy with strangers, he warmed up quickly. Perhaps most wonderful of
all was his sense of humor. Nothing about Mike's life was funny when we
first met. There was nothing to laugh at and almost nothing to smile
about. Now he was coming into his own with his often comical views of
events around him. Mike seemed to have an uncanny ability to read people
and put them at ease with his gentle manner and gracious smile. He was
the perfect listener and a good conversationalist. He kept informed and
abreast of current events. He was also very involved in helping the
homeless in any way that he could. All of the major holidays found us
dishing out food to those less fortunate. We both volunteered at the
mission Mike liked. He spent more time there than I did and was actively
involved with special projects especially raising funds for food,
blankets, and clothing. He also encouraged the shelter to open a section
of the building that wasn't much used to homeless kids. He donated more
of his own money to help purchase beds and mattresses so the kids would
have a warm place to sleep on cold nights.

Even as Mike grows and becomes his own man, we still seem to grow closer
together. It isn't always easy to find enough time as we'd each like, but
what time we do have together is never wasted with foolish disagreements
and arguments. We've never fought or argued about anything really. That
isn't to say we don't occasionally have different views on a topic
because we often do, but we respect each other enough to allow for those
differences. Those discussions tend to make us each stronger and the bond
between us more solid. It's like our shared interests and similarities
bond us together while our differences keep it all interesting and
exciting and new.

The trip to Chicago that spring was a huge event in Mike's life. He was
rightly guarded about his expectations and yet he really wanted to find a
connection to his 'family' and create a bond between he and his father as
well as his siblings. When we talked about it the night before we boarded
the plane Mike said,

"I know you've been worried that I might be setting myself up for a
setback or failure with this trip to Chicago, but I really think I'm
being as realistic as possible. I know what I'd like to have happen, but
I've been disappointed in my family more than enough to realize that the
less I expect the less likely I'll be disappointed."

"I think it's good that you are making the effort by traveling to
Chicago. I don't know what we'll find when we get there. I'm sure it will
be at least a little awkward at first, but I hope all your dreams come
true. I'd hate to see you get hurt by all of this."

"I know, Adam. I really do have to give this a chance though. If I
didn't I'd wonder for the rest of my life. I'm so glad you'll be there
with me. I don't think I could make this trip without you. Sometimes I
still think I depend on you too much, but you're like my safety net and
my rock. I always know I can depend on you when I can't depend on anyone
else. I've got so many questions. I'm curious about so many things. If I
at least get a few answers, I'll be happy and the trip will be worth the
time, effort, and money."

"What questions do you have?"

"I guess more than anything I want to know a bit about the man who
fathered me. I'd like to learn a little about his family... his
nationality. I'm also very curious to know if I look like him... if
either of the other kids he's fathered look at all like me. I'd like to
know how he met my mother and why they didn't marry. I can see my mother
being a one night stand, but I'm really hoping that wasn't the case. I'd
also like to know some medical history. That isn't important now, but it
could be in the future. I'd also like to see how he interacts with his
kids... to see if he's a good father to them. I'm sure I'll wonder what
it would have been like if I'd been with him instead of my mother, but
I'm not going to think about that if I can avoid it. I wonder about his
wife too. Are they happily married? How long they've been married...
those sorts of basic things. I'd also like to know a bit more about his
education and what he does. I've often wondered that especially as a
young kid."

"I'm just hoping he is gracious and willing to help you with the
questions you've got. You realize this is our first actual vacation don't
you? I'm a little excited by that. We'll get to have sex in a strange
city and a strange bed. I think that will be fun."

"We've been on ski trips so this isn't the first vacation."

"Those weren't vacations. They were short get-aways to ski and play in
the snow. We never stayed more than a couple of nights."

"And it sounds like someone is horny again. Didn't we just have sex? I'm
sure we did. How can you be thinking about doing it in strange beds so
soon."

"It's easy. You inspire me. Besides it's been a while since we had
sex... what time is it anyway? It's been at least an hour maybe more."

"You need to get some rest or you'll be grumpy on the plane. We've got
to be out of the house and on the road to the airport by 5:30 in the
morning. That means that you're not getting very much sleep."

"Sometimes you're too practical. I agree though. What time is the alarm
set to go off?"

"It's set for 4:00."

"Damn... that's only five hours from now. Maybe I can sleep on the
plane."

"This is my first plane trip. You can't sleep through it. I'm already a
bit nervous and anxious about flying. I'm looking forward to it, but at
the same time it's another first. I'm almost too excited to sleep. Maybe
I should check the luggage again just to make sure we've got everything
we'll need while we're there."

"How many times have you checked the luggage already?"

"Twice I think."

"Twice is enough. If we forget something we need we can always get it in
Chicago. They do have stores there too you know."

"We really should bring something for the kids. I didn't think about
that until now. I wish I would have thought about that before now. Most
kids expect a gift when relatives visit don't they?"

"We can pick something up at the airport. They've got several gift shops
there. We can also stop at a store in Chicago before we visit them, but
it might be a better idea to find out a bit about each of them so that
you can get them a gift they'd really like and use."

"That's a great idea. See... that's why we're good together. We balance
each other. I'm a little bit excitable in some situations, and you're
here to keep me calm and focused. I do love you."

"I love you too. Now get some sleep or you'll be dead tired when we meet
them tomorrow evening."

"Good night, Adam."

"Good night Mike."

I felt Mike get up before the alarm went off. It was 3:30 when I looked
at the clock. I knew he would be too excited to sleep. I finally got out
of bed to find him in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. We had a cup each
before we started to get ready. We were showered, shaved, and dressed
with plenty of time to spare. We had two more cups of coffee each with
some fresh fruit and bagels as we waited for the airport shuttle to pick
us up. Mike was in panic mode thinking the shuttle would be late or
forget us completely. It was pointless to try to calm him over this item
because he'd just find another in only a few minutes. It was better he
was thinking about the shuttle rather than ripping open suitcases to see
if he remembered everything.

I don't know why the airlines/airports insist that everyone arrive so
early. There was hardly anyone in the airport when we arrived so getting
through the check points was a breeze. We had loads of time before we
could board the plane. We found a cafe and had breakfast. After that we
shopped some for trinkets for the kids. When that was finished we checked
in at the boarding counter and relaxed until our flight was called. My
parents had tons of airline miles that we were able to use to upgrade to
first class seats both ways. I hated being cramped and crowded in coach.
Since Mike hadn't flown before he had no idea how miserable it could be
just beyond the curtain.

Mike was gripping the armrest like he was holding on for dear life as the
plane taxied to wait in line for take off. When the engines revved up he
held on even tighter as the plane took off down the runway. I think we'd
been in the air for a full five minutes before Mike let out a huge sigh
and loosened his grip. I'm not sure if he really realized when we went
airborne. The steward in first class kept us busy with coffee and juice
and more things to eat. I don't think Mike had time to think about much
for most of the flight.

Landing was similar for Mike. He had that death grip on the armrests and
took a huge gulp of air as the plane started it's decent. I don't think
he let that breath out until we were approaching the terminal. When we
got off the plane I asked Mike how he liked flying. He looked at me and
said,

"It was easier than I expected. Now that I know what to expect it will
be a breeze going home. I think the landing was the worst part. I just
had this vision of the plane crashing into the runway, but that didn't
happen."

"I've never seen anyone hold their breath as long as you did. I was
starting to get worried about you."

"I didn't hold my breath the whole time, I was trying to breath slowly
and evenly."

"Lets find our bags so we can get our car and get on the way."

We got out luggage and rental car and were on our way to the hotel. There
was a map that highlighted our route from the airport to the hotel we
were staying at. It was a bit of a drive through the city. I had Mike
watching road signs and giving me directions as I watched traffic. We
didn't get lost or anything. I was a little amazed by that. Mike wasn't
always the best with directions.

The hotel was nice. We were both more than wrinkled from the long flight
and a little tired too. We decided to get something for lunch at the
hotel restaurant then rest for a while. We'd then shower and dress to
join Mike's father and his family for dinner at their home.

We both felt great after our nap. Mike selected what we'd both wear. He
was so cute. Once we were ready and he had the trinkets he'd picked up at
the airport gift shop, we headed to the car. This drive was a little more
confusing, and we did make a wrong turn or two. We'd left early enough to
accommodate a few wrong turns so we weren't late when Mike knocked on the
door. A young man answered the door. He was probably 14 or 15 and had the
same blond hair as Mike. Mike introduced us to the young man and he
beamed a great smile at us as he told us to come inside. That smile was
so similar to Mike's. I could tell they were related. Like a typical
teenager, Gary yelled from the hallway to the rest of the house to tell
them we'd arrived. Soon a very attractive woman came into the room and
introduced herself as Anne. We shook hands and were invited to sit on the
sofa. Gary sat down with us next to Mike. Next to come down the stairs
was Gary's sister, Jennifer. She too had a warm and friendly smile and
that same blond hair only a few shades darker. Mike's father followed
soon after. He was as tall as Mike's 6' and had a similar build though
carried some extra pounds. He had Mike's blond hair and the same smile.

It was a little awkward at first, but that didn't last too long. Before
long the conversation was flowing naturally as everyone had questions to
ask and answers to give. Gary had just turned 15. He got an XBOX with two
games. He had it set up in his room and wanted us to see it after dinner
and maybe play a game if there was time. Jennifer was in her first year
of college. She thought she'd be a teacher like her mother. The mother
taught at an area high school. She was a math teacher. Gary played
baseball on the JV team at his school. He invited us to come to his
practice some afternoon. He talked about school some and his hobbies and
interests. He was very friendly and anxious to know all there was to know
about Mike. Mike's father who introduced himself as Mark, talked mainly
to me as the kids occupied Mike's time.

Anne announced dinner so we all walked to the dining room. Gary showed us
where he wanted us to sit while everyone else found their usual places.
Dinner was very pleasant. Mark took this time to ask Mike questions about
school and his future plans. Mark seemed to approve of Mike's career
goals. Mark asked about high school and what Mike had been doing since
then and his recent start in college. Mike was very graceful as he
sidestepped the question saying that he wasn't able to attend high school
and just wasn't ready for college until this fall. Mark seemed to have
more questions, but thankfully decided not to ask that during dinner.
When everyone finished eating, Anne and Jennifer cleared the table while
the men retired to the living room. Gary was anxious to show us his XBOX
and his room so we took the tour. It was a very typical teenager's room
with posters of sports stars, a few popular movies, and a band I'd not
heard of. Gary had the XBOX fired up and ready to show us his newest
game. We each tried to play with Gary, but none of the three of us was
much good at this racing game though I think Mike had high score.

Back downstairs we continued to visit until 10:00. At that point Mike and
I thanked them for the wonderful meal and expressed interest in getting
together again while we were in town. Gary tried to give Mike directions
to the school so we could come to practice. Mike paid close attention,
but I knew he wouldn't remember what Gary was anxiously telling him. We'd
be certain to find the school though. Mark walked us to the car and asked
if we could have lunch tomorrow. We agreed to meet. He asked where we
were staying. Once he knew that he suggested a restaurant that was close
to the hotel. We agreed to meet at 11:00 the next morning.

Back at the hotel, Mike asked if I'd like a drink at the bar. I knew that
was a signal that Mike did. I agreed. When our drinks arrived he said,

"That seemed to go better than I expected. I'm really happy we came.
What do you think?"

"I think it went very well too. I know you didn't get a chance to ask
Mark many of the questions you've got, but perhaps you can do that at
lunch tomorrow."

"I'm hoping to. I was a little surprised that he wanted to meet for
lunch. He seemed like he had something to say. I wonder what it is."

"We'll find out in about twelve hours. There isn't any point worrying
about it now. I'm sure it's all good."

"There's no reason for it not to be at this point. We don't really know
each other well enough for anything too serious. What did you think of
Gary? He seems like such a great kid... makes me wonder if I'd have been
like him under different circumstances."

"He is a great kid, and he looks so much like you it's amazing really.
You both look like your father though. He really seemed to want to
impress you and get to know you. Usually guys his age tend to not want to
spend a lot of time talking with adults. You really were good with him.
You're a natural with kids."

"Thanks! He's easy to like. I wouldn't mind getting to know him
better."

We finished the drinks and retired to our room. The day had finally
caught up with both of us and the drink relaxed us both enough that sleep
would come quickly. I'm sure I went to sleep the second my head hit the
pillow. We woke and played for a bit before we got ready for the day. We
had a light breakfast at the restaurant then got directions to the place
where we were meeting Mark for lunch. Since it was within walking
distance and a nice day we headed to the restaurant on foot. Mark arrived
promptly at 11:00. We got a quiet table so we could talk without too many
interruptions. My plan was to allow Mike and Mark talk while I just sat
and listened. These two really needed to talk. I'd participate if needed,
but didn't plan to contribute much. Mark started...

"You didn't say too much about why you didn't go to high school. I'm
really curious to know what happened during that period of your life."

"I left home at 15 because it was impossible to live there. My mother's
new husband was verbally and physically abusive. I wound up living on the
streets. I was kidnapped from the street and held captive for just over
four years. It was a very bad situation for me -- very abusive and very
traumatic on so many different levels. I managed to escape and was back
on the streets. One night Adam found me and bought me a meal at a
restaurant and ended up taking me home with him. I've lived with him ever
since. The last couple of years has been spent in therapy to help me
learn how to deal with what happened to me. I've finally got most
everything under control and finished high school last August and started
college that September."

"Oh Mike, I'm so very sorry. I had no idea. Were they trying to get some
sort of ransom from your mother?"

"No. His interest wasn't in ransom."

"I can't even imagine how awful that must have been for you."

"No one who hasn't been through it could possibly imagine it. I can't
even believe it all happened some of the times. It sometimes all seems
like a very long nightmare."

"Can you tell me more details?"

"Are you sure you really want to hear more? It isn't a very happy story
though it does have a happy ending."

"I do want to hear more. I wish I could have been there. I wish I could
help. I know you don't know me at all yet, but I hope we can change that.
If I'd known I would have tried to do something. I hope you'll set some
time aside for us to talk about this in more detail."

"I will if you really want to know the details. What can you tell me
about you and my mother? She never said anything about you."

"We were in high school together. We dated most of my senior year. She
was a junior. We continued to see each other when I'd come home from
college. We were never in a serious relationship. We each dated other
people even back in high school. The month before I was leaving for my
junior year of college she told me she was pregnant. I wasn't capable of
getting married at that point. I don't think she really wanted the baby,
but she wouldn't get an abortion. I think her mother saw the pregnancy as
a way to get money from my family. We were fairly well off compared to
most people in the area. My parents and her mother reached an agreement
where they'd pay support and medical bills until you were out of school.
My parents paid the bills until I got a job after college. After that it
was my obligation. I always paid. A few times I tried calling to talk
with you, but your mother wouldn't let me do that so eventually I stopped
trying. I've always felt guilty that I didn't try to do more. You'll
never know how much this has eaten away at me over the years. When Anne
was first pregnant I always thought of you... where you were... what was
happening in your life. I can't tell you how happy it made me when you
agreed to meet me and the rest of the family."

"I'm happy I decided to come here too. So far it's been much better than
I'd hoped. I guess I wasn't letting myself expect much because I didn't
want to be disappointed."

Our lunch arrived so we ate and talked generally about Mark's family as
well as health issues that might be important for Mike to know at some
point in his life. Mike heard about his paternal grandparents and his
uncles and aunts and several cousins. Neither of us had even considered
an extended family. We were both concentrating on Mark and his family.
After lunch Mark asked,

"Mike, are you and Adam a couple?"

"Yes we are. I hope that isn't a problem for you."

"No... of course not. You both just seem so in love with each other. It
shows in both your eyes. I'm happy you found someone who makes you so
happy. My oldest brother was gay. He died a few years ago. Popular
thought says that it's something you're born with so I'm not surprised
that you are. Actually that is one of the reasons I wanted to meet with
you both today. Both Anne and I think Gary might be gay too. He hasn't
come out and told either of us yet, but he's dropped a few hints. He may
have told Jennifer, but those two can keep a secret so if he did tell
her, she will never tell us. Gary asked before you came if he could take
you out to eat after one of his practices. He's very anxious for you to
see him play and spend some time alone with you. I hope that isn't
ruining your plans. I promised I'd ask you two too so he wouldn't feel
awkward about it. It would mean a lot to him if you could spare some time
for a practice and dinner. If you're going to be here next Wednesday he
has a game after school. I know he'd be on top of the world if you could
come to that. He might ask you himself. I've told him that all of this is
new to you and you might be overwhelmed by the instant family you learned
about."

"Actually, we discussed it last night and had planned to attend practice
perhaps as early as this afternoon. We didn't make a lot of plans for our
time here. We thought we'd play it all my ear. We're in town for ten days
so there will be plenty of time to get together with Gary. Adam is the
baseball fanatic in the family. He played in college. I know he'll want
to go to the game. He talked about getting tickets to a game while we're
here so perhaps we can take Gary with us to that. If you like baseball
maybe you'd like to join us as well."

"That sounds like a great idea. I haven't been to a game yet this
season. I know Gary would be willing to go. I don't even have to ask to
know that answer. He lives for baseball... baseball and that XBOX
contraption he showed you last night. That's about all he ever talks
about. Gosh time has really flown. I've got a meeting this afternoon that
I've got to get back for. If you're sure you're going to Gary's practice,
I'll call Anne to let her know that you're taking him to dinner. He'll
likely want pizza. I hope that's ok with you."

Mike looked at me. I nodded then Mike said, "We'll go to his practice
this afternoon. What time does it start? What's the name of the school
again?"

"His practice starts at 3:00 and is usually over by 5:30 at the latest.
He goes to Wilson High School on Landry Drive. It's only about 15 minutes
from your hotel. I can give you directions if you like."

"We can get directions from the desk clerk at the hotel. We'll see you
this evening when we drop Gary off. Is there a particular time he has to
be home?"

"He has to be in by 9:00 on school nights."

"Great! We'll have him home before then. It was good to see you again. I
do hope we can get together again before we leave. I know you've got a
busy schedule, but just call us at the hotel when you've got free time.
In the meantime we'll arrange for tickets to a baseball game for the four
of us."

We stood. Mark hugged Mike. It was awkward mostly because Mike wasn't
expecting it, but they pulled it off. Mark wished me a good day as he
grabbed the bill for lunch saying that it was on his company. Mike and I
went back to the hotel to get directions to the school.

We changed into shorts and casual shirts since the weather was plenty
warm enough for more comfortable clothes especially if we would be
standing out in the sun for a few hours. We got to the school a bit early
and asked one of the kids we passed where baseball practice was being
held. He directed us to the back side of the school. We easily found the
field and took seats in the bleachers. Soon the coaches came jogging out
with the players. The stragglers were being yelled at by the coach to
hustle. When the players were assembled there was a short meeting then
the team spread out on the field and started to do stretching exercises.
It was about that time that Gary spotted us in the stands and waved. When
the exercising was over, Gary jogged over to talk with us before assuming
his position on the field. He seemed so happy we were there. We watched
as the team went through their practice routine. As practice was breaking
up, Gary introduced his brother Mike to several members of the team and
two of the coaches.

Gary walked with us back to the gym. He showed us where we could wait
while he showered and changed clothes. He wasn't gone long. He was so
excited when he came out with wet hair. He couldn't stop telling us how
glad he was that we came. He really wanted us to meet his best friend,
but he wasn't on the team so wasn't still at school. We told Gary that
his dad said we could take him to dinner if he wanted to go. He was
nearly jumping up and down at the chance to go out with us. Mike asked,

"So Gary, is there a good pizza place in this city?"

"Oh yeah... the absolute best pizza is at this place called Mama's. It's
down toward the mall. I can give you directions. You'll really like the
place and they serve other stuff if you don't like pizza. Lets go!"

We showed Gary to the car. Mike climbed in back so Gary could give me
directions. While we drove, Gary kept up a solid stream of chatter about
school, baseball, his family, and asking Mike questions about his life
along the way. We arrived at the restaurant and got a table. The place
was pretty busy with families and groups of young people. Gary saw some
kids from school and stopped to talk. He grabbed Mike and introduced his
brother to them. Gary seemed so happy to have an older brother. We all
talked about what he liked and didn't. Gary was fine with everything
except anchovies and green peppers. We ordered an extra large combo and a
pitcher of soda. As we waited for the food Gary was in question mode. He
asked,

"So do you guys live together?"

"Yes. We live in Adam's condo. He's got a very nice place."

"So how long have you guys been living together?"

"It's about about two and a half years now."

"So you aren't married or anything?"

"No neither of us is married."

"Cool... so you've got a pretty nice place huh? Maybe one day I can come
to visit you."

"That would be very nice. You can come whenever you want."

"You mean it? You'd really let me come stay with you?"

"Well sure... as long as it's ok with your parents. You'd have to ask
them and get their permission."

'That's way cool! Maybe I can come stay with you this summer. That would
be so great!"

"Are you sure you wouldn't be bored?"

"Nah... I'd bring my XBOX unless you get one first. I've never really
been any place except to my grandparents place. That's ok, but I'd much
rather come visit you. You guys are cool."

"Well then I guess all you'll have to do is convince your parents."

"Yeah... I'll start working on them tonight when I get home. So what do
you guys do? I mean you have jobs and stuff?

"I'm a dentist, Gary. I've got my practice just a few blocks from where
we live."

"And I'm going to school. I'm in the middle of my first year of college.
I haven't been working yet, but I guess I should start soon."

"How do you get money if you don't work?"

"Well, Adam was paying most of the bills..."

"I knew it!" Gary exclaimed as he interrupted Mike.

"Knew what Gary?"

"That you guys are a couple. You are aren't you?"

"Yes we are. Does that bother you?"

"No... it's so cool."

In almost a whispered tone Gary said, "I think I'm that way too. I just
knew it when I met you both last night. I really wanted to ask when we
were in my room, but I chickened out. It's so cool to know someone else
who's the same as me."

"Do your parents know?"

"No... Geez... Why would I tell them? They'd probably freak or
something."

"Your dad knows that Adam and I are together."

"You're shittin' me... You told him that? What did he say? He musta
freaked bad..."

"Actually he said he was very happy for both of us. He seemed to
genuinely mean it. He said he could tell that we were very much in love
with each other."

"No way... He said that? For real? He actually said that to you?"

"Yes he did just this afternoon. The three of us had lunch together."

"Yeah.. I knew he was meeting you for lunch. He said he had some
personal things to tell you."

"So you think you're gay?"

"Yeah... it's pretty hard being gay when there isn't anyone to talk to
about it. I got like a million questions for you. You probably think I'm
just a kid and all, but well... I know. I'm not interested in girls at
all that way. All my friends are dating girls and I'd like to be dating a
couple of my friends. No one I know is gay, and it isn't like you can
just tell everyone. All the guys I know hassle anyone they think might be
gay. It's pretty brutal. It would just be nice to be around guys who are
the same as me. I really hope you weren't kidding when you said I could
come for a visit. I really do want to."

"You're always welcome to come visit. I know it can be hard especially
at your age. Other kids can be mean and not very understanding. If you
have questions that we can answer, we'd both be happy to help you out
wouldn't we Adam."

"Of course we would. No one should have to go it alone. We're always
there for you. You can send us email or call or come stay with us. We
will always be there to help you out."

"Thanks Adam.... and you too Mike. I really appreciate that. I'll
probably be calling all the time now that we know each other. It's really
great to have an older brother. I always wanted one. My sister is cool,
but it's not the same. Do you have other brothers and sisters, Mike?

"No... just you and Jennifer."

"That's so cool! I mean for me at least. Maybe when I come we can do
some things together... you know brother types of things. I've always
thought of a big brother taking me camping. Mom and dad both hate
camping. I've only been a couple of times, but it would be so great to go
with you. Umm... unless you don't like camping either."

"I'd like to take you camping. I think that would be a lot of fun. Would
you mind if Adam comes too? He's a real outdoors man. He fishes and hikes
and knows all sorts of neat stuff. Every winter we go to the mountains.
The first time we went we played on sleds, but since then he's taught me
to ski. It's a blast!"

"That sounds like fun. Sure Adam can come too. He'll be like the older
older brother. You guys are both awesome! I was worried that you might
not like us or be mad at dad. He told me a bunch of times not to get
excited or expect too much, but I just knew you'd be cool. So how did you
guys meet?"

"We met one night on the street. Adam invited me to join him for dinner
so I did. He invited me to spend the night at his home and we've been
together ever since."

"You guys did it on your first date?"

"No... we were like roommates and close friends for over a year. Adam
was a lot like my older brother. He helped me get my life together and
get started in school."

"That's really nice. You're a good guy Adam. Thanks for helping my
brother. So you guys are in love aren't you?"

"Very much so. I think we loved each other from the very beginning."

"That so romantic. You'll probably think it's silly, but that's what I
want too. I'd just like to meet one guy and fall in love and live happily
ever after. Jennifer say that's a fairy tale and not real life. I can't
wait to tell her that it does happen, and that it happened to you. I mean
if you don't care if I tell her. I won't say anything if you don't want
me to."

"It's ok if you tell her. We don't advertise our relationship, but we
don't hide it either. Adam's parents and his brothers and sister all know
and are fine with our relationship. They are really nice people and have
been so good to me too."

"Do you think I should tell my mom and dad about me?"

"That is up to you Gary. It's something you have to decide to do when
the time is right for you. It's a big step."

"Yeah... but now that I know I have you, if they freaked out too much I
could always come to stay with you."

"Well... that is one possibility, but I really don't think they'll freak
out. We always assume the worst in this situation."

"Yeah... I suppose..."

After dinner we took Gary by a store at the mall so he could check out a
new game. He was excited that the game was finally in stock, but not so
happy that he didn't have enough money on him to get the game. Mike, in
typical big brother mode, bought the game for him after getting assurance
that it would be ok with his dad. We had him home just before 9:00 that
Thursday evening. He yelled as we came in the front door that he was
home. His mother was the first to appear followed by his dad. Gary
related the events of the evening -- well some of them anyway. He was
very excited that we'd made it to practice. He told everyone that he had
a great time and couldn't wait to do it again. We visited for about 30
minutes before we left.

The next Friday morning I ordered tickets to Sunday's baseball game. I
was able to get four great seats right behind the home team dugout. Mike
and I had a lazy morning and finally made it out of the hotel room for
lunch. Once back in the room Mike noticed the message light flashing. He
listened to the message and laughed. Gary had called to tell us that if
we didn't have anything planned he thought he'd come by after school
since he didn't have practice on Fridays. He wanted to make sure we
weren't bored. Mike also had a message from his father. He returned that
call. His father wanted to know if we'd be available for Sunday dinner at
their home. Mike told him about the game and that we did have tickets for
Gary and him. If that didn't interfere with dinner then we'd be happy to
attend. Mark indicated that dinner was flexible and would work out fine.
He was looking forward to the game.

Mike and I used the hotel pool that afternoon and continued our lazy day.
We were back in the room by 2:30 -- just in time to get a call from Gary
who just wanted to make sure we were there before he came over. One of
his buddies was dropping him off so he'd arrive soon. Neither Mike or I
had any idea what we'd do to entertain Gary for the afternoon so we
started to think of options. One was going to the pool again. It was
basically unoccupied. Another was a trip back to the mall, but neither
Mike or I felt like doing that. The last and least appealing was sitting
around the hotel room. We decided on a trip back to the pool.

Gary didn't have swim wear so we picked up trunks from the hotel gift
shop. They were far too expensive for what they were, but saved us time
and energy going shopping somewhere else. Once we were all dressed we
headed to the pool. We had a great time playing in the water. At first it
started out just being an individual swim and progressed into a bit of a
competition between Gary and both of us. That lead to some basic horsing
around, dunking each other, playing tag, and other little games that we
created as we played. We spent over two hours playing in the pool when we
decided to call it quits. We each showered in our room and got dressed
again.

Mike and I decided to try a steak house the desk clerk recommended. It
wasn't too far away from the hotel. We asked Gary if he'd like to go. He
naturally said that he would so we had him call home for permission. His
mother was a little unhappy that she didn't know where he'd been all
afternoon, but gave permission for him to join us after talking with Mike
to make sure he wasn't intruding or monopolizing our time. He assured
Anne that Gary was a welcome addition to our evening and no problem at
all. At dinner Gary offered to show us the sites around the city on
Saturday since he didn't have anything to do. Both Mike and I thought it
would be great to have a guide so we agreed providing his parents
approved. Back at the house Gary announced his plans for Saturday. He
wasn't the least bit shy about telling rather than asking. His father
asked if he didn't have chores to do Saturday. It seems that Gary did,
but figured that since he had company in town it would be rude not to
skip the chores to take care of his guests. We all chuckled at his logic.
He was a very skilled at getting what he wanted from his parents. When
his parents agreed to his plan for Saturday, Gary embarked on another. He
decided that we should get an early start to the day since there was so
much to see. Gary told his dad that he'd have to be up early to drop him
off at the hotel, or he could just spend the night with us so we could
get an early start and his dad could sleep in.

That shocked both Mike and me because neither of us had considered having
an overnight guest at the hotel with us. Gary pleaded with his parents to
let him spend the night with us. When asked if that was ok with us, we
agreed if they approved. Mark seemed to be reluctant at first saying that
Gary was being a bit of a burden and that we might like some time to
ourselves. Mark further countered with the fact that there likely wasn't
enough room for another person and that Gary would be sleeping on the
floor. Gary said,

"Dad... there's two beds in the room and they only use..." , he caught
himself giving away too much information and corrected, "I mean it's a
big enough room for three people. I can always sleep on the floor. It
will be like a camping trip or something."

"Are you sure you really want him to spend the night? He'll likely talk
your ears off. You'll never get any sleep." Mark offered.

"Dad!... They aren't going to be here that long. I won't get to see my
brother again until summer. It will be a good chance to get to know them
both better so we'll have more in common when I go there this summer to
visit. I won't talk all night either."

"If you're sure you don't mind, it's fine with me. Anne do you have any
objections?"

"Mom... it's gonna be fine. I promise I won't be a bother."

"It's fine with me, but I think Mike and Adam might change their minds
about having you come to visit them this summer after spending a whole
night with you." Anne laughed.

"God! You guys talk about me like I'm some sort of devil or somethin'.
I'm not that bad! I'll go get my things. It will take me like five
minutes to pack. Back in a flash!"

We talked while Gary went to his room to pack. He bounded down the stairs
in less than five minutes and announced that he was ready. His mom asked,

"Did you remember your tooth brush and clean underwear?"

"Geez... Mom... do you have to talk about my underwear in front of
company. You are so embarrassing!"

"That's what mothers are for to embarrass their sons. You're sure you
have everything?"

"Yes, I've got everything including clean underwear. Can we go now?"

"You have a good night and fun tomorrow. Call us sometime tomorrow Gary
so we know when you'll be home."

I will mom. Good night! See ya tomorrow..."

Back at the hotel we stopped at the restaurant for dessert then headed to
our room for the night. Once we got there we each took turns in the
bathroom to get ready for bed. We all wore boxers to bed, but Mike and I
removed them once we were settled under the covers. I slept better
without them, and it was nice to feel all of Mike touching all of me.
Mike kissed Gary on the forehead as he was saying good night to him. Gary
grabbed Mike around the neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was so
sweet to watch the two of them. We were all settled and drifting off to a
peaceful sleep.

It was about 6:30 the next morning when I opened my eyes to see Gary
looking at Mike and I as we were sleeping. In whispered tones I asked,

"Gary are you ok? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah... I was just watching the two of you sleep. You both look so
happy. It just feels good to think that... well... that maybe one day
I'll find someone too. It's just so cool."

"It's too early to be up. Come on, climb in bed and go back to sleep for
a while. We've got a long day ahead of us." I said as I pulled back the
covers to allow Gary to get in.

"You mean it! This is awesome!"

"No funny business. Just go back to sleep." I said as I pulled him
toward me so he wouldn't fall out of the bed.

Gary snuggled into my right side. Mike always slept on my left. He
nuzzled his face against my neck and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek
and whispered "Thanks..."

He fell back to sleep rather quickly. When I woke the second time, Gary's
head was resting on the right side of my chest and Mike's head was on the
left. Each had a leg over one of mine. I was trapped, but it felt so good
-- comfortable. Mike woke up shortly after and kissed me before he
noticed Gary sleeping with us. He whispered,

"When did he join us?"

"A couple of hours ago. He was watching us sleep."

"I guess that means you won't be getting any this morning."

"There's always the shower. We haven't done it in there yet. This is our
perfect chance."

Gary started to stir and stretched his whole body our and pressed it
against mine. He definitely had a solid case of morning wood going. He
was grinding it into my hip as he opened his eyes and looked around. He
smiled at Mike and said,

"Good morning!

"Good morning to you! Did you sleep ok?"

"Great!" he said and he stretched and pressed against me again. It was
at that point that he moved his hand down likely to rearrange himself
that his hand brushed again my unclothed erection. That shocked Gary I
think because it was like he instantly realized that he was pressing
himself against me with an erection of his own. He moved over a bit, but
there wasn't far to go because he was already nearly on the edge of the
bed. I held on to him so he wouldn't fall and Mike got out of the bed.
Gary's eyes were big as saucers as he looked at his naked brother walk
around the bed on his way to the bathroom. He stopped to grab fresh
boxers from the suitcase. I asked him to grab a pair for me too. Gary
swallowed hard and said,

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have gotten in bed with you last night.
Do you think Mike is mad at me?"

"No, not at all. He's just not very talkative first thing in the
morning. He'll be better after the shower. Speaking of which... I'm gonna
join him in the shower. That should give you time to take care of this."
As I said that I grabbed his erection that was still against my leg. I've
never seen anyone blush such a dark shade of red. He said,

"Sorry. I didn't mean to poke you with it or anything."

"Relax buddy... it's ok. All guys get erections. From what I felt
against my leg, you have a nice one. Now I'm gonna do my best to keep
Mike occupied in the bathroom for the next half hour. That should give
you ample time to take care of that bad boy there."

Gary was still blushing when he said, "I'm so embarrassed."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about Gary. It's just an erection.
I'm sure you get them all the time, and I'm sure you've masturbated at
least a couple times before."

"Yeah... like every day..."

"You take care of yours while I take care of Mike's."

"You guys are gonna do it in the bathroom?"

"Yeah... in the shower. Now you've got 30 minutes so don't waste it."

"Cool..."

With that I left for the bathroom. Once inside I leaned back out and
tossed a hand towel to Gary on the bed. It landed on his face. He blushed
again and smiled as I closed the door.

When we came out of the bathroom, Gary was sitting on the edge of the bed
waiting his turn for the shower. As we passed I quietly asked, "Did you
have enough time to take care of business?

Gary smile at me and said, "Yeah... twice." he snickered.

It was obvious from the smell in the room that some sort of sex had
recently occurred. I'm sure Mike noticed, but he didn't say anything
until Gary was in the bathroom.

"Smells like Gary had some fun while we were in the shower."

"I think he did. He's a typical boy -- always horny."

"So exactly how did he end up in our bed? He wasn't upset or anything
was he?"

"No. He said that he woke up and was just watching us sleep. He said we
looked so comfortable and so happy. I think he was feeling a bit left out
or alone. I didn't want to make him go back to his own bed so just
invited him to join us. He's just a young man looking for someone to
focus all of these intense feelings he has that are coursing through his
body. He's a bit of a romantic I think. He told me that he can't wait to
find someone to be happy with. I think we should probably talk with him
about sex and the consequences. I'd hate for him to rush into anything or
make a mistake by trusting someone he shouldn't. Maybe you can find some
time today to talk with him about that."

"Why me? You seem to have a good relationship with him. I think he might
take it more seriously if it comes from you rather than me. He does seem
to have a bit of a crush on you or haven't you noticed?"

"I hadn't noticed that. I thought he might have a crush on you."

"I think I'm the big brother he never had and always wanted. You on the
other hand aren't related. He shares several interests with you like
baseball and hiking and camping. I think he's looking at you as someone
he might be attracted to so be careful and don't hurt his feelings."

"I hadn't thought about it that way. I'd never do anything to hurt him.
I will try to talk with him... maybe we both could."

With that conversation we were dressed and waiting for Gary to exit the
bathroom. When he came our he smiled sheepishly at me and said just
quietly enough so only I could hear,

"Sorry I took so long, but well I had a little extra business to take
care of again. It smelled like cum in there, and my dick just got hard. I
didn't want to be going around with a hard on all day."

"Just be careful so you don't wear it out, buddy."

He laughed as he pulled on his clothes.

We left the room for breakfast and a day of sightseeing around Chicago.



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