Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2009 18:45:43 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hey Mikey!  Chapter 26

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs,
and in some cases, experience.  Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all
that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween males, so
if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If youare too young or it
is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindof story, shame on you
for reading it - - please stop here.  If not, - -ENJOY!

Cast of characters:

Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me! (Sometimes ... Ronny)

Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)

Mary -- My mom

Tom -- My father.

Gilbert Blank -- Friend from Woodland

Joey Gray -- Gilbert's "little brother"

Bobby Pepper -- New friend

Arlo Gates - Orienteer

Randy Samson -- Arlo's roomie

James Samson (Jay) -- Randy's adopted brother and ... My Twin! (Shawn)

Blair -- New Roomie (Todd is his friend from high school)

Jacky -- one of five brothers and a sister: Jared, Jed, Jimmy, Jock and
Julie

Jody -- Dude from Hurricane Harbor

... From Chapter 25:

"Then he said, I think you're ready to make love to me the way we were
meant to."  His hole was already loose from my earlier play in it, but he
still put some lube -- that he produced from somewhere -- in him and on me.
He stroked me until I was close and then stopped and lay on his back.  "I
want to see your face as you make love to me~!"  he said.

I got in position and lifted his legs over my shoulders.  I put my bone to
his sphincter and pushed.

It went limp.  Or was it my whole body that went limp?

"Mikey?  Mikey!"  I heard Bobby as if through a pipe.  I opened my eyes and
he was hovering over me.  We were both still naked, and he looked like he
just saw a ghost.  "You -- you passed out!  Are you sick?  Should I call
the paramedics?"

Chapter 26

I opened my eyes.  "What -- what -- Happened?"

"You passed out!  Are you okay - I mean obviously you're not okay but ... I
dunno what to do, Mikey!"

I closed my eyes for just a second.  "MIKE!  NO!  Don't - "

I opened them again.  "Let me -- um -- just let me -- um -- think a minute
-- um -- yeah."  I said, groggily. "I think -- I think -- I think - "

"What do you think, Dammit!  I'm calling the paramedics!  Oh shit!  You're
naked!  Oh shit!"

"I think -- I think . . . I think I'm all right now."  I said.

Bobby put his face right next to mine, searching my eyes for some
verification of what I'd just said.  "Are you -- are you sure?  Are you
okay?"  I don't want the paramedics finding us like this but -- if you need
to, I'll - "

"I'm -- fine -- um -- I mean -- I think I'm gonna be fine!"  I said.  "Do
you have some water in your car?"

"I've got some right here in my back pack!"  He jumped up and stumbled to
his pack and pulled out a bottle of water and almost tripped on the bunched
up blanket that I had pushed out of the way when I rolled off him.  I was
lying on my back on the dirt.  I took the water and sipped it.

I exhaled heavily and said, "I think I'm gonna be fine, Bobby.  This was
entirely my fault!"

"Wha -- what?  Why ... why!?  What the fuck happened?"  He hollered.  He
saw the hurt in my eyes when he yelled at me.  "I'm sorry, Mikey -- but you
scared the shit outa me!"

I smiled weakly and ... apologetically.  "It scared me a little too.  But I
think I know what happened."

"What -- what?"  He said, still agitated.

"Relax a little, Bob-Bob.  The water helped -- a lot -- but I think I
better be getting some food."

"Where do you wanna go?'  He started to run to the car.

"Bobby!"  I said.

"Oh!  Sorry."  He came back and gave me a hand up.  I felt faint and almost
passed out again.  I used his hand to steady myself and stood up.  He again
turned and bolted for the car.

"Bobby!"  I said again.  He looked down and then looked at me.

"Oh -- yeah!  I guess we should get some clothes on.  Turn around."  He
said.  I smiled.

I turned my back to him.  He wetted a corner of the blanket with his water
bottle and gently wiped dirt off my shoulders and ass.  Then we got dressed
and went to Denny's.  I felt starved, but decided to take it easy.  First I
went to the rest room and washed my hands -- they smelled like Bobby's ass.

I had chicken fried steak with a strawberry shake.  When I was about half
done Bobby asked, "So -- are you going to tell me what happened?"

"It's almost not worth the energy to explain it ... but ... I was so upset
this morning, after talking to my brother last night -- I couldn't eat any
breakfast.  By lunch I was pretty hungry, soI got a Whopper for lunch but
then I up-chucked it ... and all the water and stuff I'd had.  So ... I
guess I was weak from not eating, but working hard all morning, as well as
probably dehydrated -- when my body rebelled."

"Um -- yeah."  He said.  He ventured his hand over to my crotch.  "Do you
remember what it was you were about to do -- when you passed out?"

"I do.  I'm sorry!"

"It's okay -- we can continue that as soon as you want!"

"No -- I'm sorry I let myself go that far.  I was weak ... I guess.  You
asked me and I -- let my body answer.  Remember I asked you not to ask me?"

He moved his hand up to my neck and squeezed it.  "I remember.  But -- when
you -- um -- did what you did while you ... got me off -- I just thought
... "

"Like I said, Bobby -- I'm sorry.  That was my fault too -- I guess.
Please -- let's not go any further than that -- yet -- um -- okay?"

"You just let me know when you're ready."  He said.  "I'm already there!"

When we got back to my parents house, Diane was waiting on the front porch
for me.  "I heard Bobby's pipes racking from around the corner."  She said,
a little irritated.  "Why don't you have your phone on?"

I checked my phone.  Sure enough it was off.  "I must have pressed quit too
long after I talked to Mom.  Why?"

"Your brother called asking if you were okay.  He said he got a feeling
that you were somehow in trouble."

"Shit!  I wish he hadn't called you.  Mom and Dad - "

"They don't know.  He called me from Randy's phone -- just to ask me if I
knew anything.  Did you have a problem?"

I hung my head. "Yes."

"What happened?"

I opened my mouth and saw Bobby get panicky.  "I passed out after Bobby
picked me up."

"Passed out?!!"  She exclaimed.  "What were you doing?"

Again, Bobby's eyes betrayed him.  She saw it, ignored it ... for the time
being - then looked back at me.  "I just was upset after talking to him --
last night."  I explained.  "Jay -- just told me to -- or rather ... NOT to
-- wait for him."  I barely got that out before my eyes filled up.  I felt
badly for Bobby.  It was as if he had to deal with Diane's presumptions and
also my brother's ghost -- except I really don't believe ghosts have the
power to communicate -- like Jay and I do.

Diane rolled her eyes up -- which I know means there's more to the story
... but it would have to wait until later.  But ... later didn't take long.
Since we couldn't really be alone and since Bobby knew that my family would
want me to stay home and let them baby me.  He excused himself.

As soon as he drove away, she was on me like flies on poop.  "Okay -- what
weren't you telling me!?" She demanded.

"Nothing, Di.  I mean Bobby and I were fooling around, but there was
nothing that we were doing that would have caused what happened.  It was
all my own stupidity."

"I dunno about that Bobby.  I mean, I like him and all, but - "

"But what?"  I asked, maybe a little more than defensively.

"I dunno!  I guess -- maybe -- it's -- he isn't Jay!"

"Oh!"  I said.  I couldn't have put it better myself.  She nailed my own
emotion!

"Michael, Randy is worried about Jay."  She said.

"What -- um -- I mean -- why ... why?"  I said.

"Same reason I'm worried about you.  We both think that you and Jay should
be together."

My whole body -- my whole being smiled when she said that, then as quickly,
I was let down -- by my own reminder.  "Diane," I said, "if he would ask me
to wait for him -- I'd wait the two years.  If he needs to go out and serve
God -- or whatever -- it's okay with me.  But -- he tells me NOT to wait.
He says that he may decide to marry a girl when he gets back -- because of
what he learns -- about himself -- while he's on his mission."

"Maybe he's -- um -- maybe he's waiting for you to -- well ... ask him --
NOT to go ... maybe?"  At my exasperated expression, she added, "I dunno!
I just don't!  It's just an idea!"

"That's one thing I can't do, Diane.  I can't ask him to not do this.  If
he stayed home and stayed with me -- he might resent me the rest of our
life.  He has to decide for himself ... either to go or to stay.  Even if
he decides on his own -- he still may regret it -- always wondering if he
did the right thing -- whatever he decides."

"I know.  But Randy says that Jay is going through a lot of the same things
that you are.  Isn't that maybe God telling him something?"

"You think God's telling him to be gay?"  I said sarcastically.

"That's kind of harsh!"  she said, matching my sarchasm.  "I don't know.
But maybe God could be telling him not to go to Australia."

"All I know is that I have to wait and see what he's going to do.  And even
though he told me not to wait -- there are just some things that I won't do
-- until I know -- how my brother feels -- for sure."

"And Bobby is pushing you to do just those things ... isn't he?"  My sis is
so intuitive!  She knows exactly what I'm referring to.

"I mean with Bobby -- or anyone else."  I said.

"You two are sure deep in conference!"  Said my mom and she and dad came in
from wherever they were.  "Should we be worried?"

"No."  said Diane.

"I got a little sick today."  I admitted.

"I wondered when you didn't eat any breakfast."  Said Mom.

Nothing more was said.  I felt a little relieved and ... a little (was it
hurt?).  Well, I'm 19 ½ years old.  I guess I'm a man now.  Haha!  I just
noticed ... I still added the ½ to my age!  Don't kids do that?  So does
that mean they don't worry as much about me?  That could take some getting
used to!  I'm glad I have a sis that still worries ... a little ... I think
... Sometimes I still FEEL like a little kid!




"Yeah.  I did get -- um -- a little weak -- from dehydration -- and I guess
hunger or something."  I said to my brother.  "I just stupidly ran out
without eating this morning.  I tried to make it up by eating a whopper for
lunch, but somehow - "

"Ronny -- think who you're talking to."  He said.

"Huh?"  I said, lamely.

"You already know that I knew why you got sick.  "I'm sorry to put you
through this."

"But - " I started.

"If I could be there to hold you -- I would -- but maybe that would be even
more frustrating.  I was hoping the distance would help.  But it's -- it's
- "

He broke down and started sobbing -- again.  He did that the last night I
saw him and has -- several times since -- on the phone.  I can't help but
join him, but he seems even more torn up by it than I.  "Ronny -- I love
you more than life itself.  I -- I -- am so torn!  I'm supposed to love God
first ... more than anything else.  But - "

"Jay-Jay, no one expects to compare with God -- or the Savior himself.
Least of all me, but - "

"No, Mike -- not least of all.  You are the only one that I think of
constantly -- even when I am praying to God -- I can't get you out of my
head.  Do you hear my prayers ... ever?"

"No."

"Well, we're promised that not even other spirits can hear our prayers.  Do
you have that same problem?"

"Which problem is that?"

"Can you at least separate yourself from ... others ... ME -- when you're
praying?"  Then, at my silence, he said, "Oh!"

"Yeah -- you got that one loud and clear didn't you?"  I said.  I didn't
have to tell him ... that ... I never pray.

After a long pause, he said, "It's okay -- I pray for you at least twice a
day."

When he said that I got goose bumps all over my body.  "Jay-Jay," I said,
"I'll be seeing you in two weeks -- do you realize that?"

I felt his stomach do a flip-flop.  Or was it mine?  No!  It was his!  I AM
getting better at this!  "Mikey, I have to go.  But I think about the 15th
constantly!  We're already related by blood.  Then we'll be related by law!
Isn't that surreal?"

"Yup!  August 15th my sis will marry Randy!  I'm so excited for them!"  I
said.

"I'm equally excited to see you, Ronny!  I think I've already forgotten
what you feel like."  He said.

"Um -- Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"Please call me Mikey.  Ronny was in the past."

"But -- everyone calls you Mikey."  He said.

"I know -- but I like it -- and -- maybe you can find some other special
name for me."

"I still like Shawnie."  He said, sounding pouty.

"Okay -- then maybe sometimes I'll use that."

"Good.  Now -- do you feel any better about -- um -- this waiting thing?"

"Truthfully?  No, but -- I feel better talking to you."

"I guess I feel the same way.  Is it possible to -- um -- not let this get
in the way of our ...um -- brother relationship?"

"I can't lie to you, Jay-Jay.  I just don't know the answer to that.  What
do you think?"

"All I know is you will always be my soul mate.  Maybe there's an answer in
there somewhere."

"Yeah -- maybe."  I said.  "I love you."  I said hating that it was so
inadequate.

"I know ... me too."  He said.  It might sound cold to anyone else, but to
us -- it was just felt more than anything else.  "bye."

"Bye -- Shawnie!"



"What're you doing tonight?  Can you come over?"  Said Bobby, calling me
mid-morning the next day.

"Um -- sure -- after dinner?  My mom would feel bad if I missed dinner
again -- especially after yesterday."

"That's perfect.  Mom and Pop are going out until late and - "

"I can't stay too late, Bobby.  Got lots of work tomorrow -- as well as
today."

"Yeah -- okay -- no problem.  I have something to tell you ... and ask you.
See you about 6:30 -- is that too early?"

"I'll get there as soon after then as I can."

I wondered what it was that he wanted to tell me ... and ask me!  It
worried me all day -- and ... also made me a little excited.

I talked to Jay before dinner.  I didn't tell him about Bobby's call.  I
didn't know what Bobby wanted, so -- and I couldn't tell if Jay knew I was
holding back or not.  He seems to be more in tune with this ESP thing than
I am.

I also cleaned up before dinner.  I took extra time shaving really close --
what little beard I had.  Like Bobby, I hadn't cut my hair for a time, so I
took care to make sure every strand was in place.  It was soft and bouncy,
so that was just silly, but I didn't want any stiffeners in it.  I tried
not to think why I was taking such care to get ready.  I put on my usual
CK-One -- knowing well that Bobby likes it on me.

After dinner, and telling my sister about the call from Bobby, I drove off
for Bobby's.  Again I saw Bobby's friend Rex, on the way -- and again I did
a double-take -- thinking it was Gary.  It spooked me a little.

As soon as Bobby answered the door, I said, "So what was it you have to
tell me?"

"Hey!"  He said.  "First things first!"  and he grabbed me and kissed me
deeply.  Of course I kissed him back. "Gotta take care of the preliminaries
first!"  He laughed.

He dragged me up to his bedroom, not even bothering to close the door and
almost ripped my clothes off.  I was giggling as much as he was.  What we
did must have been what they call a "quickie."  We jacked and sucked each
other voraciously -- at the same time -- until we were both gasping for
air, shooting our spunk into one another's mouth.

It wasn't as spectacular as sitting back and just letting him serve me
... we both have enough experience that we can tease and coax a monster
orgasm from the other ... but sometimes a quick 69 is exciting and ... fun!
This was one of those times.

He got out the makings for an iced latte with lots of chocolate and whipped
cream.  Then he got down to the business of telling me what it was he
tormented me with earlier.

"My parents have rented me a studio in San Jose that my uncle found.  It's
10 minutes from Stanford -- where I'll be starting in the fall."  He seemed
to be searching my eyes for some kind of answer -- to what I wasn't sure.

He continued, "They want me to go there, find a job and contribute
something toward my education.  I have to agree that would be best, but --
FUCK! I don't want to leave you, Mikey!  I love ... um -- I love being with
you!  Dammit-all!  I love you!  I don't want to be without you!"

"I -- um -- will be going back to Chicago in the fall."  I said, still not
sure where he was going.  I felt a stab in my heart when he first mentioned
that he'd be going away, too.  Why does life have to be so complicated
... and difficult.  I used to hate when one of my dad's friends would say,
"Life is hard ... then you die!"  I was beginning to wonder if that was to
be MY life!

"Mike -- did you hear what I said?'  He asked me.  I guess I zoned for a
moment.

"Um -- yeah.  Um -- what -- um -- what -- can -- we -- do?"  I thought
about Jay -- and he seemed to be drifting away from me.  Now Bobby is
telling me HE is moving to San Jose!  This stinks!

"I told you that I also had something to ask you, Mike."

"Oh -- um -- yeah, I guess you did.  Sorry, I guess I sort of zoned out for
a moment."

"Mikey!  Listen to this!  This studio is big enough for both of us!"

"What?  Oh!  Um -- you mean ... for the summer?  Dude, I have a job here.
I need to work too."

"What if you found a job down there ... and maybe you could transfer to
Stanford!"

"I applied to Stanford."  I said.  "They have an abundance of swimmers
right in the bay area.  They wouldn't offer me a scholarship or anything
and ... Stanford is WAAAAY out of my price range!"

"What if I can get my dad to pull some strings?"

"I -- um -- this is all -- um -- too much -- to consider all at once.  I
have my sister's wedding in two weeks, then ... there's my -- brother - "

"Look Mike.  I know how you feel about your twin.  I don't know what to say
about that.  I can't compete with him.  But -- you don't even know if he's
coming back ... to you.  I -- don't want to commit myself before I at least
am a junior anyway -- maybe while your brother is gone you can stay with
me.  Oh God, that'd be a blast!"

We were still naked, sitting on the bed.  I peered deeply into Bobby's
eyes.  "Let me think about it -- okay?  I mean -- let me tell you -- in two
weeks -- after the wedding.  Would that be okay?"

"I -- guess.  I need to go down tomorrow and start looking for a job."  He
said.  "I won't see you until the weekend, Mikey!  I guess we've been
spoiled, seeing each other every day."

"I guess."  I said, soberly.

"Um -- I have some dessert in the fridge -- cheesecake with several fruits
and stuff on the top.  Do you like cheesecake?"

"I love it!"  I started to get dressed.


"Don't!"  said Bobby.  "I like to be a nudist while the peeps are gone.
You don't have to get dressed, do you?"

We walked down to the kitchen -- which was like walking around the block in
my neighborhood ... their house is so big!  When we got to the kitchen, He
took the cheesecake out of the fridge.  I said, I gotta pee, Bob-Bob!"

"Me too."  He said.  He stood on his tip-toes and peed in the kitchen sink!

"EWW!!"  I exclaimed.  "That's gross!"

"Why?  It's sterile, you know."

"What ... the sink?"

"No, silly!  Urine!  It's sterile.  You can drink it!"

"You can but ... only your own."

"Huh?"

"It isn't really sterile.  It's only non-toxic to you.  Your body has all
the antibodies in it, and there's nothing in your pee that can hurt you
... other than you might choke on the taste."

"But -- yours -- and my -- pee -- is clean enough!  We aren't diseased!"

"I'll piss in the toilet!"

"Or you could just step out the back door.  No one's there to see."

I did that.  When I got back, Bobby said, "I'm sorry I grossed you out.  I
promise if you live with me, I won't piss in the sink."

"I guess it wasn't so bad.  It was just so drastic, since I've never seen
anyone do it before.  I still would rather not do it around food."

"I really am sorry!"

"I'll let you make it up to me in the shower!"  I quipped.

"Huh?"

"You can let me pee on you in the shower!"

"Geez, Mike!  Talk about drastic!"

"Not really -- you can pee on me too!"

"I've read about guys liking to get peed on, but I ... don't think - "

"Yeah ... that's the best ... don't think!  You'll see what I mean."

"Yeah, but to just sit there and let someone pee on you?"

"It's not -- ohhh!  I've seen those videos.  No, not like that.  You'll
see!"

"We'll take a good long time eating this cheesecake!"

"Oh -- so now you don't wanna shower with me, huh?"

"Well???"

Let me remind you ... showering is usually to clean up after something."

"Yeah -- okay."  He said.  "And by the way -- you look very sex, sitting
there all naked, eating fruity cheesecake!"

After the dessert, we went back to his bedroom for some other fruity
dessert.  I was a little surprised when he poked his finger in me ... but I
did started it, didn't I?  I also -- did -- enjoy it!  He obviously had
some experience probing I that manner.  He knew where the button was!  I
was crying out like a little girl, as he fingered and sucked me to
completion.

After that I asked him to get off in my hand -- him on top, thrusting
between my hand and my pubes.  He said that was missionary style.  I of
course thought of my missionary, but couldn't imagine him doing that in
Australia.  We both loved it as he came hard while kissing me.

After, we lay on the bed for a few minutes catching our breath, he said,
"Oh!  Gotta pee ... really bad!"

He shot out of the bed and ran to the bathroom.  "STOP!"  I cried.  "Don't
pee!"

I ran after him and pulled him into the shower, and turned it on.  He was
doing a dance that only someone who had to pee BAD could do, as the water
got hot.  I pushed him into it.  "Mikeeeee!  This makes it worse ... when
can I pee?"

I wrapped myself around him and kissed him deeply.  He got into it pretty
good ... for a guy trembling because he had to pee so bad.  "What're you
waiting for?  Pee!"  he tried to let me go.  I held on tight.  "No -- Pee
... on me!"

"NOW!!??"

"Yup!"  His face grimaced.  "I can't ... pee on you!"

"Just DO it!"  I said.  "Trust me ... please?"

He groaned as he let it start to go, then I kissed him deeply and his groan
turned to a guttural sound, as he let the full pressure of his pee flow
out. It shot up between us.  I pulled me even closer and kissed me even
more passionately as he finally got into what this was about.  Finally, as
he pushed out the last few drops of urine, he said, "Omigod!  That was
... Amazing ... awesome!  Where did you say you learned that?"

"I don't think I told you, but -- it was Gilbert that showed me."

"Well?"

"Well ... what?"

Weren't you gonna get even?"

"Heh.  I can't pee just yet.  But I bet I could cum again with very little
provocation."

He got on his knees and provoked me ... not neglecting my prostate.  I got
weak and my knees buckled, so that I sat and we were face to face.  We
again kissed deeply.

I wondered: Am I developing deeper feelings for Bobby than I realized
... or is it the usual sexual high that's making me feel this way?

I went home happy -- and later than I had planned.  You'd think that with
all we did at Bobby's, I'd just fall asleep, but ... it took another
jerking to get me drowsy enough to fall asleep.  I drifted off thinking of
Bobby's ... cute ... face.

I woke up feeling guilty.  I felt guilty and terribly melancholy as I
realized that I had not even thought about Jay before going to sleep.  And
... I felt even guiltier that Bobby was all I felt like I wanted.  No!  I
still WANT Jay ... but last night, something changed.

Notes: What changed?  I dunno yet myself ... Please feel free to write and
comment.  Thanks and ... love, Steve