Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2002 12:27:08 -0800 From: Steve Thomas <s4d@hotmail.com> Subject: Chris-Crossed-Seth-9 I have been informed that it would be a good idea to state a few warning comments. There may be graphic sexual scenes between men in this story, so please, if this offends you, or it is illegal or you are underaged to read such, stop here and hit your "back" button. If it is okay with you, read on and enjoy. I also want to thank Nifty for the opportunity to post my stories here. I have met some very nice people and been afforded an opportunity to express myself as never before. The feedback I have received here has encouraged me on to write more. Thanks to you all. >From Chapter 8: When we emerged from the kitchen, Brian gave me an inquiring look. I just shrugged, then went directly and sat down next to him on the couch. I could feel my brother's eyes on me. I could also feel the warmth coming from Brian. I could also feel something else, centered roughly halfway between my neck and my ankles. We watched a video, joking and parroting the lines in the video all the way through. It had just ended and there was a knock at the door. Dad poked his head in. "We are going home now. Just wanted to say goodbye. We all got up and went down to their car. I said bye to the boys, then hugged my mom. Then Eddie came back and whispered, "Thanks!" Dad was next, and quietly, he hugged me and whispered in my ear, "I love you! Please be careful, Son." I guess we were more obvious than I thought! Chapter 9 As soon as we got settled, Chris said, "Say, Brian, Rob is sleeping in the big house tonight. Do you wanna just stay over here tonight? That way you won't have to drive home tired." Drilling my brother with my eyes, I said, "He only lives across town. No big deal! I don't want to chase Rob out of his room. We'll go over to Brian's." "That sounds fine." Brian said. "It really is not that far." "As a matter of fact, I'm getting kind of tired now," I persisted now feeling the rebel, "Can we leave soon, Brian?" "Yeah, me too. I pulled a double last night and could use the sleep." I shot my brother a triumphant look. He shot me a "screw you" look - and not a joking one! I got up, went onto the bedroom to get my stuff, followed by Brian. He shut the door. "Seth, I don't want to cause trouble between you and your brother." "I - I really hate this. He really has saved me - twice - in the last year. But I can't let him run my life for me!" "Wow! Do you really think he is trying to `save you' - from ME?" "We had an argument in the kitchen - that's exactly what he thinks. Jake told him you are cool, but -" "Okay, here's what we are going to do - if it's okay with you - I want to stay here - with you - in this room. That will make Chris feel better." I started to object. "Seth," he said gently, "I have a little brother, and I know how much he means to me. Let's do this so your brother can feel more comfortable with me. K?" I looked down. "K." We went back to the other room and I said, "Thanks, Rob. We decided to stay here - tonight." Nothing more was said. I looked at Chris, and he was just looking down at the floor. We all decided to go down to the big kitchen - on Auntie Lindy's invitation - to make a sandwich. We came back and ate our sandwiches - everyone except Rob and Carrie, who stayed and went into the theater. When we went back upstairs, I grabbed Brian's hand and led him to the oversized lounge chair, pushed him down and sat on his lap! We watched another movie, and as the other two couples were snoozing as soon as the movie got started, Brian and I had some privacy to make out on the lounge chair. It soon got uncomfortable, so we quietly retired to our room, leaving the others sleeping. Chris's neck looked a little cramped, but I didn't care. I "let" him sleep. We got into the room, and Brian nonchalantly undressed, and climbed into the bed, wearing nothing. I followed his lead, shut of the light and joined him in bed. "We can take this as slow as you want, Seth. I am probably more experienced than you, so you set the pace, K?" "I really had in mind more privacy than this, but - okay." "We have privacy." "Remember that the two little kids are right on the other side of the wall. But okay. We will take it easy for tonight at least." "I have to say, you are very cute, Seth! You're so - so - gung-ho - or something! We have plenty of time to get to know each other. Don't go faster than you want just to prove something to your brother." Crap! Now Brian was trying to big-brother me! "What?" Brian said. "I didn't say anything." I responded. "No, but your face did! You would not make a very good poker player!" There was enough light from outside. "Actually I'm not half bad at poker." I said. "I can keep a straight face when I want to. I don't want to hide anything from you, Brian. I just want to get to know you better - and if you must know, I would prefer if you would meet me evenly, not as if I were a cute little brother." Well, I said it and I hoped that I wouldn't be sorry. "I'm sorry, Seth. But maybe we should get something clear here." "Uh-oh - what?" "Seth, there are lots of people who meet and connect for lots of reasons - good reasons. A lot of girls like older men, for example, as well as there are guys who like older women. I have never connected much with guys my own age. As I said, Robert is 19. He left me for a guy who is 32! It's just that he prefers older men. Do you like guys your own age?" "Luke was only 22." I said, mildly. "Did he live at home or -" "He was kicked out when he was a late teen." "So, he had to grow up pretty quick - on the streets?" "Yeah, I suppose. I used to play around with Eddie - Mels brother." "Play around?" "You know sex play?" "Was it serious?" "Serious?" "Did you feel you loved him?" "NO!" "Seth all I'm saying is that what drew me to you was your youth - your immaturity. Not necessarily immature for your age, but more so than a guy who's 28." "And -?" "I LIKE you to be young. That's just how I am. Maybe you should not be with such an "old" guy, if that bother's you. I also like to call the shots - most of the time. If that would bother you, then maybe I should go -" "NO!" I retorted. "Please don't go! Okay, I admit, I like you because you are so - mature! And -" "And-?" I looked down as I said this: "I like thinking you will protect me - even from my brother!" "Didn't I?" "I - guess you did." "Sure I did. Your brother feels more - at ease now that I did not take you away, and you are now in my arms. And don't you worry, baby, I will take care of you - and I WILL be gentle." I scooted closer and melded myself into him. Our members were soft at first, after the conversation we were having, but that soon changed. Brian was behind me. He started to rub my arm and smoothe chest with his upper hand. His hairy chest felt so nice on my hairless back. He didn't waste too much time with preliminaries, but quickly had my woodie in his hand. He moved over enough for me to lie on my back. He worked me to my climax, while kissing me deeply. When I came, I did it quietly, so as not to raise any eyebrows in the other room. I was panting really hard and he kept kissing me. When I started to get more control of my breathing, and my body stopped tingling, I grabbed his. "No, Seth." "No?" I said incredulously. "Why not?" "I am well satisfied. This is another thing I want you to know about me. Often, I will not need to get off. Getting you off is enough for me." "But -" "And don't worry, if you DO get me off, you don't have to feel like you have to deny yourself for me. It doesn't work that way. Unless you feel incomplete, As I would if you didn't get off, don't worry about getting me to come. My joy is giving you pleasure." "Oh." "Do you feel unsatisfied, or like you were cheated?" "No, but I just can't imagine -" "Don't. Don't try to imagine. Just believe me, k?" "I'll want to get you off - at least sometimes." "Heh! Me too. And I will let you know when. This is what bothered Robert the most. He could not accept that I did not need it as often as he did. What he didn't get was just because I didn't need `it', didn't mean I didn't need him. I loved him. In truth, I love him!" I looked into his eyes for what seemed an eternity. "And Seth - I think I want to love you! Can we try it?" I was nearly asleep - and almost in a trance besides - as I said, "Yes." _______________________________________________________ I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was sleeping well away form Brian. I looked up. It was my brother. He put his finger to his lips, then beckoned to me to follow him. I wasn't sure I wanted to. But I did. I sat on the couch and grabbed an afghan to cover my nakedness. He sat right next to me and put his arm around me. I was wary, but it felt good. "Seth, I just wanted to talk to you before anyone else was up." "Oh." Here it comes. "I want to apologize for last night. I was a jerk.." "But?" "No buts." He said. "Craig talked to me and reassured me that Brian is okay. Of course Luke said the same thing, as you know. I know you are 18 now, and I will try to respect that." "Thanks, Chris, that means a lot. And I'm sorry too." "For what?" "For being a jerk back. After all you have done for me, I - I kind of like that you still want to protect me. And maybe I am setting myself up for another - well, to get hurt again, but I need to do it - myself. Thanks for being my big brother!" We hugged and he went back toward his room. "How's your neck?" I asked. "Really sore, why?" "I figured it would be, the position it was in last night as we went to bed. I'm sorry again, but last night I just didn't care." "How was it?" "Huh?" "How was it - sleeping with him?" "He is one of the sweetest men I have ever met, Chris. But we are not going to go fast. We both still love our ex-es. So we are going to take it slow." Chris smiled as he disappeared into his room. Before he closed the door, he whispered, "I love you, little brother!" I didn't get a chance to respond. I couldn't sleep any more, and I didn't want to bother Brian. So I had some time to think. Time to think about Luke. Time to think about what Brian told me. I had to wonder if Luke would ever come back. I decided that it had been long enough. In my head. Telling that to my psyche might be another story. I still felt so drawn - so connected - to him. I think it was love. It still hurt to think of him. But not as bad as it did a month ago - or a week ago. Or yesterday! Making the connection with Brian had helped a lot. Knowing that he was in just about the same place with Robert as I was, made me feel more - I don't know - maybe like I am not some kind of crazy - like I am not alone. And feeling - touching him - Brian - felt good - felt - comforting. My thoughts just wandered about like they were adrift on the sea. I started thinking about the age disparity. Ten years probably would not be that big a thing later, but it seemed so large now - especially since he looked so much older. But that doesn't matter! Who cares what he looks like? Okay, Seth, if that is so, who cares what age he is? Should I be looking to when I an sixty and he is seventy? Is that even within reality? I want to think that Jake and Colin, Chris and Craig, will last that long. Statistics are cold. They will prove that less than half of heterosexual marriages make it past ten years. It is much, much higher in the gay world. This is where our age difference stands out. I know that - at least I presume that - Brian thinks more deeply about these kinds of questions. With his experience, he has to have more insight than I. Can I - we - make that work to our advantage? Can I succeed where Robert could not? Wow! I completely forgot about Luke, in pondering about my "life" with Brian. And I don't have the slightest idea if it will even happen. "You are quite pretty when you are so deep in thought." I turned around and saw Brian standing, leaning in the doorway, looking very hot. He had on his wrinkled boxers from yesterday. His sparse hair was mussed up. He was smiling - contentedly. Like he must have slept well. Like he was happy. That thought somehow excited me, and I smiled back at him. I got up and went to him. We went back into our room and I said, "Brian, can you - will you - teach me how to be a man?" He looked me up and down and got a playful look on his face. "That's a pretty tall order, young-un!" I smiled momentarily, then said, "I have been up for awhile - thinking." "Sounds serious." "I - I really do - like you. And by the way - that's the first time anyone has ever called me pretty! Somehow, coming from you, it did not offend me. I couldn't sleep, so I - thought! I decided - in my head at least - to let Luke go. I want - to think - my heart will follow." He took my hand and led me to sit down on the bed. "You're not supposed to think so deeply at your age, you know!" "I have had to grow up faster than many." I was not willing to let him make light of my thoughts. "I want to - let go - of him. I really do. I think you can - maybe - help me with that. I am afraid - of getting hurt again." "Me too." He suddenly became more serious. "I love young guys! I am mostly attracted to them. Even some who are too young! It scares me, so I don't like to think about it much." "What scares you?" I asked. "Are you afraid of losing another lover?" "That, yes. But - I'm afraid if I would be able to sustain a relationship with someone once they begin to mature." He had a far away look in his eyes. "I'm afraid that Robert grew apart from me - because I was too immature. I've said many times - joking - that I don't wanna grow up - or that I refuse to grow up! Only - only - it's not really a joke!" "How many young guys have you been in love with?" "No others - like I felt about Robert. But it has not been a problem before. It's like I woke up one day and looked in the mirror at this old man with no hair -" "Which, by the way, I think is very hot - sexy!" " - and I am preying on boys!" "Don't you think you are getting a little dramatic?" "Am I? I was 24 when Robert and I first started dating, and he moved in when I was 25! Go ahead - do the math - that made him 15 when we first dated and 16 when he moved in with me!" He had tears shining in his eyes. "Am I some kind of pervert? I hate the idea of NAMBLA. And yet I - I seem to be *sob*- stuck right in the middle of it." "Wow! Something just occurred to me. Did you meet Eddie - and Fred?" "Well, I - I saw them. I felt bad that your parents had to leave before I could speak to Mel." "Does he - turn you on?" "Oh my GOD, NO!" "Hmm. How about Eddie and Fred? Did they do anything for you? Fred is pretty hot!" "N - no? What - where are you - uh - no! They are just boys!" "Fred and Eddie are both 16. Robert was 15 when you met! I am 18. Brian, your desires seem to be matuing with you. I don't think you have to worry. And for what it's worth, I don't wanna grow up either. But - I do want to become more of a man. You can help me do that - or would you?" I said. "Could you?" "It's scary for me." "Well, it's scary for me, too!" I said, "No promises?" "No promises - yet. In time I hope that I will want to make some promises to SOMEONE." "Yeah, me too - again. Is it okay with you that I miss Robert so much?" "I don't expect you to fall out of love that quickly. If I still miss Luke after only less than a week with him - well you get the picture. I have to say, I'm a little concerned about the distance. You and I are two hours away from each other." "Heh! If you are even close to as busy with school as I was, that won't be a problem." He said. "Maybe not for me, but how about you?" I said "I still work long hours. Weekends are good enough for now." "so - it's a deal - we are officially -" "Together?" He said. "lets just say dating, k?" "Great!" "And Seth, how about your parents? How will they feel about this?" "I hope not as strongly as my brother! They had to see our interest in each other. They have had time already to consider it, and I won't see them for three more days. Let me worry about that, K?" "Seth, I feel - better. Thank you for helping me put things in perspective. Maybe we will help each OTHER grow up!" He lay down on top of me and started to rub my piece. "Uh -uh! My turn!" I grabbed his already rock hard woody and quickly cranked him up to his height. He gasped and shot all over me. "Know what, boy?" "What?" "That was pretty hot!" That meant a lot after our conversation last night! I know it was for me! ___________________________________________________ There was a knock at the door, and Chris hollered, "Do you guys have plans for today? We are going up to Solvang with Jake and Colin." Brian looked questioningly at me. I was torn. I wanted to spend more time with Brian before the weekend was gone, but I also wanted to see Luke and Colin while they were here. Brian was reading my mind, as he observed me looking from the door to him and back to the door. "We have time, Seth. This is only Friday. You won't be going back until Monday." "Okay, we will go!" I hollered back. "Okay, then get ready quickly. Jake is taking us all to his favorite breakfast place. This is one of the few days Etta has off." He answered. Brian started to shrug on his pants. I stood transfixed for a moment. "What?" he said. "I - I really don't know what I should have expected. No shower last night, and then none this morning -" "I can shower if you think I need to." He said kind of concerned and kind of embarrassed. "But your brother said to hurry - I just -" "Hey! Don't sweat it! That's not at all what I was thinking. I was reminded of a similar time with Luke and me. Only it was he that could not believe that I was not going to shower before we went to the beach. Made me feel dirty. I actually wondered if that was one of the reasons that he left so abruptly. Actually I am kind of surprised, you being a doctor and all." "Heh! There are times that I don't get a bath for 3 days on end at the hospital. Don't worry, we wear scrubs and wash everything that protrudes from them! As long as you wash your hands before you eat or fix my food, I don't care if you shower every day - as long as you don't smell - well at least not too bad!" I took my blanket off. "What is that supposed to mean?" "What? Oh, the remark about not smelling too bad? Heh, It's kind of a fetish of mine. I like the way a body - a man's body - smells after a day or two. Even with no deodorant, if he is not too rank, it is a - well, it's a turn-on for me! Is that weird?" "Hey, I'm just a kid. How should I know? I was still naked. I walked over to him and hugged him. I took a long draw through my nose. "Yup!" "What?" "I like it! You smell - is it manly? And like - a little like this morning's sex! Yeah, I think I like that?" "Really? Robert thought it was gross!" "Hrmph! Maybe we should fix him up with Luke! Sorry I can't offer you at least a clean pair of shorts. Mine would be too small for you, I'm afraid." I got a clean pair out of the drawer and put them on. "It's what is IN the shorts that counts, kid!" "Well, obviously, I'm no champion in that department either!" He picked up my boxers from last night and stretched them out, ostensibly to see if maybe they would fit. "Mmm, I don't know, they might fit." He said as he put them up to his hips. Then he put them up to his nose, breathed deep and, "MMMMmmmm! Oh! That's - really nice! That's what!" "You guys about ready in there? Drop your cocks and grab your socks! Time to go!" We quickly got dressed and ran down to the SUV. They were all waiting. Since we were last we got the rear seat. "So, Brian, when will you see Buck next?" Jake said. "You know, I don't know if he will be coming for Thanksgiving or not. My parents do it on Saturday. He may or may not come home. If so, do you want him to call?" "Only if he wants" We went to the other side of town to breakfast. I almost missed the rainbow over the door of the restaurant. Jake saw me tense up. "Don't worry, kiddo, this is a nice place." When we walked in the host, a very sexy Italian looking guy, said, "Dr. Michaels! Good to see you! Where would you like to sit?" "This is Jake's party this time Tony. I defer to him." "Good-0! So, Mr. Smith, any preference?" "Well, there are six of us, and we don't really care to be cramped." How about the corner table over there? A nice view of the ocean, and -" Brian glanced over at the table and pulled Jake aside, and whispered something to him. "How about the table in the opposite corner, Tony? Is that available?" "I'll get it cleaned up right away, Mr. Smith!" And he smiled sweetly and walked away. Jake, Colin, Chris and Craig all sat down to wait. "I'm going to wash my hands." Brian said. Me too, I said. "You didn't give us time to clean up this morning." And I followed Brian to the restroom. We got in there both washed our hands. "What was that about?" "What?" he asked me. "You whispered something to Jake." "You're pretty nosy, kid! Just kidding. I looked over to where we were going to sit and I saw - ROBERT! What a surprise!" Apparently it was Robert who walked in the door just then. Or should I say sashayed in! "Hel- ewe, Bri-bri! I saw yew try tew sneak in here! That was pretty naughty of yew!" OH - MY - GOD! He was a - a - FEMMMM! I could not help myself! My mouth dropped open! "Like what you see, huh, Sweetie!" he said to me. He turned to Brian. "Well, aren't yew going to introduce me to this - little boy here, Bri bri?" Brian looked fit to be tied. He was embarrassed and angry. I offered my hand. "Hi! I'm Seth." "Hel-ewe Dearie. Well, I guess yew know I am Ro-bair! But I don't shake hands in the loo, sweetie." He walked to the urinal, made a production of pulling out his - well I'm not sure what it was - but whatever it was, it reached almost to his knees! My mouth dropped open again! "Your mouth is not the first to open hungrily at that sight, sweetie! Hee hee!" he crooned. I looked in horror at Brian. Brian grabbed a towel and dried his hands. Keeping the towel to grab the door handle, he said, "Thank you, Robert." "For what Sweetie?" he said as he turned his front full toward us to stuff that thing back into his pants. "Thanks for teaching me to use the towel to open the door - and for giving me a good reason to really remember how it was! You are more disgusting than ever, Row-BARE!" And we left! As we walked to the waiting area, our table came ready. Brian was still hyperventilating when we sat down. "You okay, Brian?" Jake said. "My - my Ex! He - he's -" "We saw Brian's ex in the restroom." "What? That guy - if you can call him that - was your ex?" Jake said. Brian was beet red. "What in the world did he have hangin' down in his pants? A prosthesis?" "*SIGH*! No it's all - all him!" Brian finally said, disgustedly. Craig chuckled. "Heh! A hard act to follow!" Chris jabbed him in the side. "Ouch! - oh! Sorry! Was that really your old boyfriend?" "Don't remind me! God! And you all SAW him. I SO didn't want to run into him with you - or anyone else, for that matter. Let me just sit way back in the corner, where I can hide!" "How - how long did you - date - him?" Asked Chris. "Man, you guys really know how to rub it in, don't you!" I said. "Leave him alone! Can't you see he's embarrassed?" "Brian, I have to ask - is he HIV positive?" Jake asked. "Well, yes - why?" "I - really did something stupid about three and a half years ago. I got HIV from it. I'm sure he was one of them that got to me!" "One of them?" "I got really drunk and went down to the Rainbow Club. He and several others had their way with me - and each other - I got the disease." "How long ago?" Brian asked. "Three and a half -" "I thought - oh my g- He was not just dating me. He was with me - living with me - at that time!" "Omigod! Are you - ?" "Not as far as I know. Robert was an exclusive bottom! I - really - don't know why I even liked him." "I would have thought," Craig said, "that was obvious!" "No, not at all. He likes to flash it a lot - he actually gave Seth and me a full view in the restroom - but as I said, he is a total bottom. Funny this is - stupid thing, that is - so am I. I don't know why it took us so long to - split. Except that because of my work, we hardly saw each other. That didn't work for him so he was actually the one to call an end to it. I was actually quite broken up over it." I examined Brian's face for signs of breaking - but not the slightest sign of even any wetness in his eyes. Still I felt bad for him so I came to the rescue. "Are you okay talking about this with everybody here, Brian?" I asked. "Actually, I am! I have been blaming myself and - crying - over that - that - flaming fem! He wasn't that bad when we got together. I thought his femininity was cute. It got worse and worse as time went on. In our family people just stay together, so I put up with it. I am actually so glad I ran into him today. And I am glad Seth was with me." I wondered why, but decided not to ask at that time. But I have to report that when he said that, a warm tingly feeling enveloped me. I definitely had questions, though! The first I wanted to ask was - no I could not even form it in my own mind - not in front of the other guys, lest they see what I was thinking about! It had been a year since I had been to Solvang. I love the Danish bakeries there. On the way home we drove the few miles further up to Buellton to have Anderson's Split Peas Soup. They have a dinner special - all you can eat pea soup - that includes any drink of your choice - including a shake. And for a buck extra, they give you ham, bacon, chives and cheese to top it off. They also have several seasoned salts at each table. I have been going there since before I can remember. We got back home at about 7:30 PM. I went in and grabbed my stuff and told Chris we were going to Brian's place. "I'm afraid it's not too much - nothing like this!" he said as we walked to his car. He had it parked on the far side of Etta's station wagon or I would have seen it before. He had a fire engine red Farrari sportster! GOD! I'd rather have that than Robert's dick! I would have PAID for a ride in one! Brian must have seen that look before - you know, the "mouth-fully-open-as-you-cream-your panties" look? He took the keys out of his pocket and tossed them at me. Stunned, I didn't even grab at them, and they went jingling to the driveway. "Go ahead, Seth! You drive, I'll give you directions." My world was going in slow motion! I reached down and picked up the keys. I could almost hear the sound effects of the 6-million-dollar man as I snatched them up and stupidly stumbled to the car. "SETH! Did you hear me?" "Wha - what?" I shook my head. "Maybe I should drive there, rather than making you take directions." "Uh - yeah! Maybe I can drive back - when it's light and - maybe not so drunk!" "Drunk! When did you drink anything?" "I mean from looking at your car! Damn, Brian, I was not expecting that!" I tossed the keys back and floated into the passenger door. He got in and put the key in and turned it. I could hear the fuel pump start up. He turned the key further. Vweeen! It started up. He drove north of town and turned left toward the ocean. We climbed a small hill, and he pushed a button far enough in advance that the gate opened up before we got to it. He drove straight down the street to the last condo, pressed another button to open the garage door, and drove in. We got out, and went out a door opposite the garage door, into a garden. He led me through the garden then up a flight of stairs. "Sorry it's so small. It's all I need. Robert has never been in it - thank goodness! After this morning, I don't have any desire to ever have him in it - or even see it! He would be green. He was such a snob! And he has no reason to be. He got himself another doctor, but Dr. Ravencroft keeps him on a short leash - and now I know why!" He stopped at a door on the second floor. With a push of another button, the door unlocked and a light came on. "After you, Kid." I went in, with my suitcase. The entry looked into an ultra modern living room, with black leather and chrome. There was a huge LCD TV monitor on the wall opposite the main couch and chair ensemble, with an aquarium screen saver that looked so real, I had to stare for a moment to realize it wasn't. Wide eyed, I walked to the wall of glass that was opposite the entry. The sun was long gone, but there was a glow from behind the islands, and the few dots of light on the islands were mirrored off the water. "Okay, we're going to have dinner here tomorrow night, right?" I said. He chuckled and said, "Heh! The sunsets can be pretty spectacular!" "This PLACE is spectacular!" I crooned. "It's small but I like it. Tomorrow night we - I hpe you will come - will be at my parents' house." He asked if I would like a movie. I really wanted to go to bed, but I also wanted to see his TV! He told me to pick out something that interested me. The TV monitor swung up out of the way to reveal a cabinet in the wall, with a library of DVD's. "Hey!" I exclaimed, "How did you get `Mr. Deeds'?! It's not even out on video yet - or at least I didn't think -" "I have a friend in the business - gets me unreleased movies before they come out." He popped it in and we sat down. I very quickly learned that Uncle Jake's Theater had nothing, at least technologically, on Brian's setup. The surround sound was exactly like in the movies! Cool! We were sitting at opposite ends of the couch. He tapped my leg. I looked over and he beckoned to me. I moved over closer, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me up next to him, and under his arm. I snuggled in to watch the movie. When Adam Sandler let the butler gouge his foot, I laughed so hard, even though I knew what was coming. I looked over at Brian. I had laughed so loud I woke him up! He smiled and closed his eyes again. I turned back to the movie for a few moments, then looked back up at Brian, breathing slow and evenly, almost a slight smile on his lips. They looked so delicious! I tilted my head back and kissed him, and his eyes lazily opened, looking into mine for an extended time. He kissed me again, this time more passionately, then said, "Kid, don't take this wrong, but I think I can understand your Luke's fascination. As I am sitting here with you, I was thinking - wondering - if maybe there was such a thing - as - love-at-first-sight." I felt a pained pressure behind my eyes when he said that, and I guess it showed in my expression. "No, please, don't - don't take it to mean - I mean -" He sighed big. "Seth, maybe I should not have told you what I was thinking. It was not like you - maybe - are thinking. I was only *wondering*! That's all. You are so - I don't know how to explain it - but you are so easy to - love!" "Brian," I started, "I - it - scares me! Luke said that and now he's gone. I wish he would come back and slap me or kick me in the nuts or something, like Robert did to you this morning, so I could let him go." "Oh, Damn! I hate that I had to - please forget I said that!" He pleaded. "And the judge said, `The jury is instructed to disregard the last statement.' Yeah right! But what scares me even more is that - it feels so natural to be sitting here, in your house, on your couch, in your arms. It scares me that I so quickly could fall into your - spell - or something! I am so afraid of getting hurt again." "If it makes you feel any better - or whatever - I am feeling the same mixed emotions. Seeing Robert as he was this morning really did help me to let him go. He's - well, completely repugnant to me now. But I am still scared - maybe even more than you are." "Why do you think you are more scared than I am?" "My God, Seth, I an 28, I have been in and out of several relationships, one long term - 4 years with Robert - I find myself wondering if I will ever find someone to - stay with - to - love - for the rest of my life. that's what I want. I was looking into your eyes wondering - could this wonderful boy give me what I want? This voice kept yelling at me - `Hell no! He's too young - you're too old, Dumb ass!'" "Brian, you're certainly NOT too old! I mean what is `too old' anyway?" "By the time you are my age, I will be almost 40, boy!" "Stop calling me, `boy', dammit! I liked it when it was endearing and sweet, but if it's going to reinforce our age difference, DON'T!" I didn't mean it to come out so vehemently. I was getting an out of control feeling. I had completely forgotten Adam Sandler! "But you ARE a boy, Seth! Barely eighteen!" "God Damn it, how fuckin' old do YOU feel? Why can't I just talk to you, Dad?" We both stopped cold - stunned! "Wha - what did you call me?" "I - I didn't - it was -" "My GOD! This is SICK!" He said, as he sprung up and away from the couch. "BRIAN!" I yelled, "I'm sorry. Brian - please - don't - ple - ease! Don't - don't do this - to - to me - again! Please!? Please sit down. PLEASE!" He sat down. He was in tears. I was too. "Seth, this isn't love. I don't know what it is, but -" "Maybe it's a need we both have, Brian. I don't pretend to understand it, but - isn't it possible that this need - or whatever - might develop into - into love? And I'm not sure it's not already love, in some degree. I don't know what you can see in me - a skinny little kid, with an even skinnier, littler - well, considering what you're used to - but anyway, whatever this is, I want to - to - see where it will go. I really am fascinated with you. Besides all your gadgets and the sexiness you exude, I really like you - a lot! I - I don't know what made me call you - that - but I'm sure it has everything to do with the fact that I do see you as a model - a mentor - and in that way you could be a "dad" to me. Is that so bad?" "Seth, what seems so hopeless to me, is, I don't see me falling for anyone older than you! Is there something wrong with me?" "I don't think so." I said it so matter-of-factly. And I meant it. "You have done so many things right in your life. Of course I want to emulate that! So you have had some relationship problems! So what? Most gay guys do! Except me - that was a joke, Brian. Smile1" He did. "That's better!" "So you would be willing to risk getting hurt again?" He said "Are you?" I asked. "Y - yes." he finally said, after a long pause. "Then so am I - DAD!" Luckily he took that as jokingly as I meant it. "C'mere, BOY!" He again pulled me into a crushing hug and a passionate, wet kiss. I pulled him down on top of me. Adam Sandler was just making his speech in front of the stock holders. As I watched for a split second, Brian unsnapped my fly. I looked down, then up at him and said, "Sneaky-sneaky!" As he reached in to pull out my piece, I got suddenly shy. I thought of Roberts - monster - and wondered if he could get used to mine after that! "This feels just fine, Seth!" "You were reading my mind!" "It was so very obvious in your eyes. It is hard as a rock and very - average, I would say - and I've seen my share! Heh, I've even dissected them!" "Really?! That must have been a trip." "Yeah! Even though I was very aware of the anatomy from pictures and drawings, the first time I actually cut one out of a body - well, as you are probably aware, it is at least a third longer inside your body. So seeing the whole "thing" was still a shock to me. Hee hee! I actually dropped it on the floor" "Ha ha! Did it bounce?" "Not very much. Rigor mortis had already set in, so it wasn't exactly that bouncy!" We were both laughing pretty hard by this time. He got up from the couch and picked me up, bride style, and carried me over the threshold of the bedroom door. By the time he laid me down on the bed, we weren't laughing any more. We weren't speaking either. I think we both wanted to not spoil the moment with words. He finished undoing my fly, remover my jeans and then my shirt. Then, flashing his palm at me to tell me to stay where I was, he removed all his own clothes down to his wrinkled boxers from two days ago. Then he beckoned to me with his finger. I followed him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower. There was no shower door or curtain. There didn't need to be, because the floor of the bathroom was all ceramic tile. The outside wall to the shower was all glass. CLEAR glass! There was no beach here - just rocks, and they were too far down for us to see them. Since there was no beach, there was no one there to see into the window. But if there was someone in a boat with binoculars, they could have gotten a show. He removed his boxers and threw them into a hamper. I stood gawking at him. He pulled on the elastic at the top of mine. I shrugged them down and removed them with my feet, flipping them up and catching them in my hand. He grabbed them, and stuffed them in his face. "MMMmmm!" was all he said, then neatly folded them and put them on the closed toilet seat. Then he took my naked body in his arms and pressed it against his equally naked body, parts to parts. My smooth chest rubbed the hair just below his chest, just above his stomach. Our pelvises were pressed together, and our weenies were roasting each other. Our lips were united, with our tongues playing mouth hockey. Eventually, we broke out embrace and he led me into the shower. There were two shower heads on opposite walls, and one overhead. When we were completely wet - in about a third of the time it usually takes - he pressed a button, and all three showers stopped. "That button makes sure the water will be the exact temperature when I press it again. He took athe already wet wash cloth, and dispensed soap from the wall onto it. "Close your eyes, baby." He washed my face and ears. He stuck his pinky fingers into my ears to clean them. A wet Willie never felt like that! He then pushed the button and the water quickly rinsed off my face. Then he pushed the button again. The water stopped and he put more soap on the wash cloth and washed my entire body. He said the cloth was Egyptian cotton. Very soft! He was very careful not to get any soap in my urethra (pee hole). When we had turned the water back on and rinsed me off, rubbing everything with his hands, he then turned it off again and handed me the wash cloth. I reciprocated, and repeating what Luke did to me, on another night months ago, quickly kissed his dick as I was washing his lower legs. He squeaked out a little high-pitched moan. I hugged his lower torso, squeezing and separating his butt cheeks. They were so soft and clean, with a little hair. His soapy genitals smashed up next to my face and ear felt so wonderful - reassuring or something. When I finished, I pushed the button, and we rinsed off and got out and toweled each other off. He then gently took my hand in his and led me to his king-sized bed. He turned the light down, so it was possible to see perfectly, but was not glaring. He laid down next to me, and we started to kiss again. He kissed my lips, then my neck and my ear. He worked his way to my chest. He laid his scratchy face on my hairless skin and hugged me. It sent a little shiver through me. His hips were involuntarily thrusting, as were mine. He came back to my mouth, kissing me deep as he started to rub my genitals. I am circumcised, but there is plenty of loose skin left over for a nice long stroke, with out any lube. He started to stroke me. I thought about his promise to not go any faster than I was ready for. I was happy he remembered. He started to go faster. I stopped him. He looked inquiringly at me. I said, "Wait". I climbed on top of him. "This is something my brother taught me." "You mean you and Chris -?" "No. We never did anything, but he told me about this, and - I kind of like it. I took his hand and put it on my dick and started to thrust myself into his hand, as I has shown Luke to do to me. As I did this, I kissed him, and it was not long before I started to moan and when it got loud, I said, "OH! Sorry!" "Don't worry, sweetheart. Make as much noise as you want. The walls are extra insulated. I started again with renewed vigor, kissing his mouth and humping his hand. He squeezed a little each time I pulled out. It was not long before I felt like screaming again - only this time I did! When I was all done, he grabbed me and pulled me into a crunch hug and nearly crushed me. Then I felt his body spasm. and he started to moan. We weren't even moving, and he was cumming between our bodies in great amounts. "Omigod, Seth, that was like nothing I have ever experienced before!" he whispered into my ear. Maybe I'm not an exclusive bottom - at least not with you! "I know, huh!" I answered. I rolled of him, and we laid there for an eternity, not speaking. I think we were both afraid to. It seemed like every time we spoke, it brought problems. Finally, I spoke. Brian, are you - free of disease?" "You mean HIV?" "That - or anything." "Yes!" He sounded defensive. "Please don't be offended - not now - it was a fair question, seeing who your partner was." "I know. Sorry I overreacted. Yeah, I have tested myself regularly, ever since I started to be suspicious of Robert. I'm clean." "Good - I trust you!" I said, and instantly went down on him. As he was protesting that he was too tired and too recently spent, he started getting hard again. "Wow! It has never done that so quickly before!" "I have magical powers!" I said, then went right back to sucking him until he was as rigid as he was before. Then I started bobbing faster and faster. He started to moan quietly. I could tell he was colse. I stopped and squeezed his dick's head real hard. "What are you doing?!" he yelled. "That hurts!" "Scream, dammit!" "I - I can't! it just is not my -" "Just do it!" Then I started in bobbing again, and he started to moan very quickly, only this time he graduated to yelling and screaming. He grabbed my head and started to thrust violently until his spunk was all spent. He hugged my head to his pelvis for at least a minute until he finally let it go. "Seth! I`m so sorry! Did I hurt you?" He cried. "Did you hurt me!!" I exclaimed! "Are you kidding me? What were you thinking as I was going off in your hand?" "I was - I never was so - It was hotter than anything I ever did!" "I know! It's something else my brother taught me. Screaming makes it better. Better for the screamer - and better for the one making him scream." Boy, you got that right! Wow!" "And no, you didn't hurt me!" I said as I was coming back up to kiss him again. He of course tasted his own in my mouth. He later told me that was cool! "Guess the kid has a few things to teach to the master, huh?" I gloated! "Whew! You can say that again! Man, I love -" I held my breath! "I loved that so much!" "Yeah - me too!" Notes: Thanks for reading! Comments as usual are welcome and appreciated. Write to Steve, s4d@hotmail.com. Mention Seth in the subject line, so I won't miss it among the junkmail.