Date: Fri, 09 Jun 2006 19:28:30 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Just-a-Normal-Boys-Dreams, Ch 11

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 might not be very
pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so
if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If you are too young or it
is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you
for reading it - - please stop here.  If not, - - ENJOY!

Cast of characters:

Jack Smith -- uh -- that would be me
Billy -- Jack's closest brother, 3 yrs older.
Will Smith -- My dad
Vivian Smith My mom
Art -- Jack's oldest brother, 9 yrs older.
Ralph Gilmore -- a new friend - deceased
Stacy Whitworth -- a catalyst/friend
George Toliver -- old grade school buddy
George Toliver, Sr,  -- (duh!)
Cynthia Toliver -- (Mrs. Duh!)
Jim -- George's cousin

>From Chapter 10:

"Did you talk to my cousin last night?"

"Naw.  He left a message while I was outside saying good night to you."

"Oh.  Sorry.  You mean kissing me g'night?"  He grinned.

"Um -- it was YOU that kissed me!"

"Oh -- yeah -- that's right." He said, still laughing at me with his eyes.
"Like you didn't like it!"

"Actually I thought it was sweet."  I said, returning his look.  He looked
like he was about to say something more, then didn't, and went back to his
weeding.  Without looking up, he said, "You may not hear from him until
Tuesday."

"I know."  I said.  It hung there like a stinky fart.

Chapter 11

Jim and I finished the weeding in that bed and were having so much fun, just
talking (and once we started thinking about it, we remembered a lot of
things from our childhood that WE had done together, just because of our
common bond with George)  that we weeded pretty much around the whole back
yard.  Mom was pleased since she only asked me to do one flower bed.

Mom fixed us lunch, consisting of bologna sandwiches and lemonade.  It was a
cool day, but it was sunny and good after all the weeding.  We sat on the
patio and reminisced some more while eating.  The most recent thing we could
remember was once when we were at my house -- at about 9 years old -- and my
brother was with his friends -- lighting farts.  It was so funny to a
9-year-old.

I remembered my brother begging us not to tell mom that we were doing it
with him.  (After all, Art was almost 18!)  I sort of blackmailed him into
letting the three of us participate.  And my brother's friends thought it
was hilarious that three nine year olds were lighting farts with them.  My
brother objected when one of them bared his ass, but he did it anyway, and
singed the hair on his ass, as he lit a very nasty fart.

We moved soon after that, and I never did it again -- with George or Jim.
But that was where we learned of it.  Jim and I were laughing raucously when
Mom asked us if we wanted anything more.

"Thanks, Mom, but I think this was enough."  I said looking at Jim, he
nodding, grinning ear to ear.  Something inside me felt really warm and
excited looking at him.  He had not shaved, and his prodigiously dark shadow
of beard -- for his age -- and his skinny waist and body -- contrived to make
my stomach tingle and tighten.  I was trying my best to not let anything
else tighten!

"So -- do you have anything over at your house that needs to be done?"  I
asked.

"Hah!  We only keep the front lawn mowed to pacify the neighbors.  The back
yard has no lawn at all!"

"Why don't we fix that?"  I said. Jim looked at me as if I were crazy.  "I'm
serious.  I'll bet that in a couple days we can make it presentable!"

"You'll have to see it to appreciate what your asking!"  he said, leading me
to our back yard  park gate.  I followed him out across the corner of the
park and we jumped his fence -- into a yard -- if you could call it that -- of
weeds and hard dirt.

"See?"  He said.  "What can be done with this?"

I flipped out my cell phone.  "Billy?  Good.  You?  Great.  Hey!  Can you
come over and help me help a neighbor -- what?  Art's there too?  Great,
you're both invited!  Yeah!  Oh for sure!  Yeah we're gonna put in a lawn
for them -  back yard.  Very cool!  Yes bring it!  See you in a half hour!"

"My brothers are coming with a rototiller that Billy bought last year.  He
said to start some water on it.  Will your brothers help?"

"Yes!"  he said, almost in awe that I was able to get my brothers enrolled
into such a task.

"You better ask them."

"I don't have to.  They WILL help".  He ran into the house and I heard
yelling and crying.  His mom came and stood at the door.  She looked tired
already, and she shook her head, as she pushed all of Jim's brothers out the
door one by one -- except one was too little to do much.

They were all grumbling.  Some of them looked owly-eyed, like they just got
out of bed.  My brothers arrived in a half hour and within an hour, everyone
was laughing and joking, forgetting that they were "forced" labor.   Since
it was my idea, Jim asked me to design the yard.  I kept it simple, for easy
maintenance.  I doubted the borders would be well maintained, but I did
leave a small border around the perimeter.  It may never be anything but
dirt, it would be better than it was.

While rototilling, it was easy to see that there had been a yard here at one
time.  There were no large rocks!  We worked until dark and Jim's dad
arrived home from wherever he was.  Jim's mom had alerted him and he brought
pizza for everyone.

Sunday I was back at Jim's house early.  My brothers were not needed for the
planting phase.  We planted rye grass seed and it was Jim's responsibilities
to keep it watered and keep the kids off it.  That would be the biggest
challenge.

Sunday night Jim asked if I wanted to go to church with them.  They went to
the same church as George's parents -- and George, I guess.  I had too much
homework to do after all the "Fun" I had had in their back yard -- so I
begged off.  I had taken my shower and was starting to do some of the
reading in only my sleep pants when there was a knock on my door.

"Your friend Jim's at the back door and wants to talk to you."  Dad said.

"Can't he come in?"  I asked.

Jim came in, looking kind of uncomfortable.  "Is everything okay?"  I asked
him.

"I -- uh -- yeah."  He stammered.  His look belied his words.  He looked at me
from head to toe.  I wished I had at least put a shirt on.

I was lying on my bed reading.  I got up and walked to him.  "What's up?"  I
said, looking him in the eye.  Jim was a little taller than George and
thinner, but he reminded me so much of George!  I expected any moment for
his smile to return, but he had that worried look that I first know him for.

"I dunno.  I guess I just -- well, I really -- liked -- working with you -- I
mean -- thanks a lot -- and -- I just -- didn't feel like I quite thanked you
enough."

"Oh.  Okay.  Well, your welcome!"  I searched his face for something else
that I thought might be there.

He all of a sudden threw himself on to me and hugged me close.  I was
surprised and bewildered, but I hugged him back.   "Jack -- no one has ever
been so nice to me before.  No one has talked so straight to me -- told me
how things are either.  I -- well, if they did, I wasn't listening.  I don't
know if I was just ready or -- if you have some magical powers -- or
something."

"I think you were ready.  Everyone has to mature sometime, Jim."

"You used to call me Jimmy -- at first."

"I only did it a couple times.  I didn't think you liked it.  You seemed to
bristle when George called you Jimmy."

"I know.  I didn't like it when he said it --I didn't like the WAY he said
it."  He looked at the floor and whispered, "You said it with compassion and
- - love."

"I -- uh -- don't know what to say.  Maybe I said it with respect."

"Maybe.  Anyway, I couldn't tell you on the phone how I felt.  And now -- I
can't really show you either."  I felt his genitals against my own.  It went
through me like an electric shock.  I leaned back and waited until his eyes
met my own.  That put our crotches in even more intimate communication.

"I think I got it, Jimmy."  I said, then I couldn't help the flexing of my
own pubes.  Jim put his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into
his lips.  He was too weak from working to give it much of his strength, but
I was also weak for a long day, and didn't resist.  I closed my eyes and Jim
became George.

Jim broke the embrace.  "Wow!  I didn't expect that!"  He said.  "Well,
anyway, thanks."

I felt my ears burning.  "You're um -- welcome, Jimmy."  Was all I could
lamely say.

"I -- uh -- guess I'll go now -" He said.

"Ung-kay."  I said, still rather breathlessly.  "G'night, Jimmy."

I didn't walk out with him this time.  I stayed in the bedroom as he went
out the patio door and I went to my bedroom window and watched as he let
himself out the gate.  After the gate closed, he hesitated for about a
minute, and then took off at a run.  I watched until he cleared my fence and
disappeared.

It was hard to get my concentration back to my studies.  I finally turned
off the light and went to bed.  I wanked to visions of George and  -

Monday was a wash.  I woke up depressed.  I had heard nothing at all from
George.  He apparently had his phone off -- or was in an area that it didn't
work.  When I got to my car in the Cerritos parking lot, after classes there
stood my George.  I blinked and it really was him, grinning ear to ear.  I
shook my head to make sure it wasn't Jim again, and - - it wasn't.

"Jimmy said you and he had a wild and crazy weekend!"  Said George.

"Oh, Jordy!"  I cried, as I ran and picked him up.  "I really missed you!"
There were a few onlookers, but I didn't care.

"That's what I hear."  He said, still grinning.  That took me by surprise.
Could Jim have mentioned something about "the kiss"?

"Huh?"  I said, feeling new sweat forming in my armpits.

"He said you guys really tore into his back yard.  Man he was happier than
I've heard him in a long time."

"Oh, that!  Yeah we actually had a pretty good time."

"Oh.  Was there something else?"

"N-no!  I mean -- well -- he did help me do some weeding -- first."

"Oh!  So that's why you went over to help him?  Did he ask you to?"

"No, actually it was my idea.  It was fun."

"OHhhh!  I see."  George said.  I had put him down and we were standing with
our arms around each other.  "So -- that's why he kissed you -- on the lips,
wasn't it?"

He may as well have delivered a left to my stomach.  I actually fell back.
"Oh.  He did tell you about that."  I said.


"He didn't mean to -- if that helps."   Said George.  "But hey!  Don't worry
about it.  He was being spontaneous.  He's cool with it."

"HE'S cool with it?"  I said.  "Are YOU cool with it?"

"It's not as if you kissed him back."  He said.

"I did."  I admitted.

"You did?"

"Well, it was kinda hard not to -- it WAS on the lips."  I said,
involuntarily backing away.

"Okay.  I mean -- no problem.  No tongues involved, right?"  He said.  I
swallowed hard, then looked down.  "Oh."  He said, less than
enthusiastically.

"Jordy, it took me by surprise.  We were both exhausted -- and I didn't
expect a kiss at all.  But when he did, I closed my eyes.  I know it sounds
lame, but -- I WAS thinking of you!  Shit!  It came out sounding lamer than
it -- Jordy, I'm sorry.  We both got carried away is all."

"Yeah, I know.  Well -- you WERE thinking of me!"

"I was!"

"Okay.  Well, do you think we can forget about it?"

"Damn -- I WANT to!"  I said.

"I won't mention it again.  Try to keep that kind of stuff to a minimum --
huh?"

"Yeah."  I said to the pavement.

"No, really!"  He said, "Jimmy's a very cute kid.  I don't blame you."

I looked back at him, not sure if he was sincere.  But I was the cheater,
wasn't I?  "It's gonna be hard."  I said.

"What -- staying away from my cousin?"

"No -- I mean well -- yeah -- but it's gonna be hard to forget it."  I said.
The to change the subject,  "Hey!  I wanted to give you your Christmas
present early.  Can you follow me home?"

"Can't we wait until Christmas?"  He said.  "I -- have some confessing to do
too.  And I don't want it made worse by getting a gift from you."

"Confessing?"

"Yeah -- well, sort of.  Jack, I had a date this weekend."

My mouth dropped wide open.  It felt like the blood drained out of my body.
"Was it -- was it -- a guy you met -- in -- Palm Springs?"

"N-not exactly.  It was a GIRL  I met there.  My parents -- well it's why
they insisted I go with them this weekend.  They fixed me up with her."

"Well, I -- guess -- I can't exactly complain -- can I?"  I said.

"They didn't give me a choice, Jack.  They just introduced her and then
left."

"Left?"

"Yeah.  Left me alone with her at their place in Palm Springs."

"Nice."  I said sarcastically.

"I think they were hoping we'd have sex."

"and - - ?"

"Of course not!  I'm not the least interested.  But she did kiss me, and -- I
did kiss her back.  Like you, I closed my eyes and pretended it was you."

"Girls taste different."

"I know."  He said.  "Can we go to your house now?  Is anyone home?"

"Probably my mom."

"Let's go down to the Colorado Lagoon.  No one will be there."  He said.

"It'll be awfully cold."

"That's why no one will be there!  We'll find a way to keep warm!"

"Let me call Mom.  She'll be expecting me."

I dialed home and there was no answer.  I dialed mom's cell phone.  "Hi
honey!" She said.  "You're not home!"

"Nope."  I answered.

"I left a note there for you.  Your dad and I will be doing some shopping,
so you'll have to fix your own dinner.  Sorry Sweetheart.  But there are
plenty of things in the freezer to microwave."

"I was thinking of going out someplace with George for dinner."  I said.

"Why don't you both just have dinner at our house?  We'll be home probably
by nine."

"Great idea!"  I said.  "Thanks Mom!"

"Bye Sweetie!"

I looked at George and started laughing.  What?"  He said.

"We're going to my house.  Parents won't be home until nine or so.  Mom
suggested me just microwave something out of the freezer."

"Cool!  And we'll think of something delicious for dessert!"  He said with a
nasty laugh.

"Hey!"  I added, "We're adults!  We can have dessert first!"

"AND after -- if we want!"  He giggled.

We were both giddy as we got into out separate cars and headed for home -- MY
home, that is!

As soon as we got in the door, he said, "I have not bathed since Saturday
night!"

"Eww!"  I said.

"Mind if I rinse off a bit in your shower?"

"I'll even help you!"  I answered.

We started to grab each other and giggle.  We chased around the house,
pulling clothes off as we went, until we found ourselves naked in the living
room.

We wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed passionately.  It was
soooo arousing as he kneaded my butt!  I started to unconsciously thrust.
There was plenty of moistness to lubricate where I was coming in contact
with on his stomach.  He was reciprocating and then he dropped to his knees
and got me off in his mouth as I stood  there in the living room.  It wasn't
the best ever, but it was fun doing it in the living room!

I was standing there, half in a coma, and he was hugging my legs, and still
lolling my softy around in his mouth.

"Nice!"

We both startled as if we were asleep.  We jerked in the direction of the
front door.  My brother Billy was standing there.  I felt like screaming,
crying, and crawling in a hole all at the same time!  I know George probably
felt even worse.  He sprang to his feet and kind of hid behind me.

"Billy!  I - "  I really was completely speechless.  I felt like any minute
I would pass out.

"Jacky!  George!  That was hotter than I could ever have imagined!"  He
said.  "I almost wish I could have seen the whole thing!"

"Wha-at?"  I stammered.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, little brother!  I'm not gay, but I have often
thought that if I was stranded on a desert island with another guy. I'd
easily be able to justify doing him!"

"You're BI!"  George blurted out.

"Maybe I am!  I never thought much more about it.  I like girls!  But --
don't forget who you're first sucky-sucky was with, Jacky!"

"I know!  You and Gary!  You took advantage of a 4 year old, you pervert!"
I laughed.

"I was only seven!  What could I know?  I practically worshipped my little
brother!"

It suddenly occurred to me that George and I were still standing there naked
in front of my brother.  "Uhhm -- what are you, I mean, why did you come
over?"

"Bored.  Carmen won't be home until late.  I hoped I'd find someone here.  I
had no idea I'd get a show!"

My brother lives with a girl named Carmen.  She's older than Billy, and
neither is comfortable with getting married.  Billy has always had a
fascination with Mexican girls.

"Well, show's over, Billy.  How long were you planning to stay."  I realized
how inhospitable that sounded AFTER I said it.

"Oooo!  Jacky and Georgy wanna get into some serious stuff, huh?  When will
the folks be home?"

"I think your brother wants some of this action!"  Laughed George, now that
he was over his embarrassment.

"Actually, I'll pass.  Desert Island this ain't!  But thanks for the offer!"

"That wasn't an offer -- only an observation."  he said.

"Oh!  In that case, I don't mind saying -- it's very tempting.  But Carmen
would kill me.  And I couldn't keep something like that from her!  So - - if
I can't watch, I'll go so you guys can at least have your fun!  You know I
love yah, Jacky!"

I laughed.  "No hurry.  Mom and Dad won't be home until around nine.  Wanna
eat some dinner with us?"

"Thanks -- uh -- yeah!  But I'll leave directly after.  Mom and Dad sometimes
come home earlier than they planned.  They walked in on me once when I was
almost ready to get off with Lucila.  I doubt you want that to happen!"

"That happened to you?"  George said.  "They walked in when you were pokin'
a girl?"

"Yeah!"  He said laughing.  "But they weren't all that shocked.  Art wasn't
too swift in that area.  He was getting caught all the time.  But it was
awkward."

"I'll bet."  Said George.  "Let's get something on so we don't turn your
brother on TOO much!"  George laughed.

I started for the bedroom and George followed.  And - - so did Billy!  "Can
I borrow some shorts -- underwear?"  Said George.  "I was serious about not
bathing since Saturday."

"Uh -- we're gonna take a shower now, Bill.  Why don't you go see what's in
the freezer for us?"  I suggested strongly.

"Damn!  I wanted to watch!"  He said, theatrically disappointed as he turned
to go to the kitchen

"You can watch as far as I'm concerned!"  George said.  Billy turned back
and looked me directly in the eyes.

"I -- um -- Well -- if it doesn't bother you -- it definitely  WILL bother me --
but it's the least I can do for my big brother -- who loves me a lot!"  I
said, laughing -- but meant sincerely.

We jumped into the shower and Billy sat on the toilet.  "You'll have to just
watch through the shower door, I guess." I said.  George and I stepped into
the tub/shower and closed the diffused glass door.  He could see a lot but
not all from outside the door.

George took control of the situation.  He turned on the water and adjusted
the temperature.  He grabbed my wash cloth and soaped it up.  Then he
started washing me.  He took his time, as he washed my face first, then let
me rinse it off, he then started on my back and butt.  He turned us so I was
close to the shower door, to give Billy as good a look as possible as he
washed my back and then did a very thorough cleaning of my butt.

He did this from in front of me so he could rub all over me while washing
me.  Then he turned us again, as he washed the front. And he took an
especially long time washing my genitals.  I didn't think I could get so
excited with my brother watching, but he was able to get me to cum again
with very little effort.  It seemed so natural.  How many times had Billy
and I wanked wildly in the dark while the other was in the other bed, 3-feet
away?

Then he pushed me into the shower and rinsed me.  Then he handed me the wash
cloth.

I wondered what I should do.  I was getting more and more comfortable doing
this in front of my brother.  I pretty much did the same as George did, but
I didn't wank him up.  But when I was finished, I dropped to my knees and
started to do him with my mouth.

I went slowly at first.  His salty precum in my mouth got me hard all over,
as I picked up speed.  I had my eyes closed, and I didn't hear Billy, as he
quietly got up from the toilet and opened the rear door of the bath tub and
was watching as I bobbed and George thrusted.  I was deep-throating him with
every stroke.  Finally when he came, he got weak in the knees and I thought
he might sieze again, but decided not to worry about it.

He didn't.

But he came and came and howled as he did it.  I forgot momentarily that
Billy was there, and I'm sure George did too.

"Damn!"  Billy said when we were done.  "I might decide to join you after
all!"

"Not your choice, Bro!"  I said, out of breath.  George lifted me up to his
level and kissed me deep, getting a strong taste of his own.

When I looked at Billy, he was rubbing it hard through his pants.

"Uhhm -- maybe you can check out the freezer now?"  I said.

"Uh -- yeah.  I'll get right on that -- as soon as I hit the other bathroom.
I gotta relieve some pressure here."

George and I both laughed as Billy limped out of the bathroom.

I gave George a pair of my loosest boxers.  He was quite a bit stockier than
I.  Well, I couldn't ever even be considered stocky, actually.  But I wasn't
as skinny as Jim!

By the time we were dressed, Billy was in the kitchen, warming up some left
over lasagna that Mom has frozen.  Along with generous glasses of milk, we
all gratefully ate our fill.

Notes:  There was a little history and a lot of fantasy in that account with
my - - oops -- JACK's brother.  You can only guess how much of it was true.
Comments as always are welcome to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.
Thanks and love, Steve