Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2006 08:16:36 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Leith, chapter 4, Gay/College Section

This story contains portrayals of homosexual actions and lifestyles.  There
may be references to, or explicit descriptions of, sex between consenting
adults.

If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or
if reading material that contains these topics violates any law or personal
or religious beliefs, or if you under 18 years of age, please leave now,
without proceeding further.

This story is entirely fictional, and any resemblances to actual persons
are completely coincidental.  Actual locations are mentioned, and are used
for 'background' only.

Many of the character's names are Finnish.  For those who wish to know how
they are pronounced, read on.

Mikko - MEEK-ko
Paavo - PAH-vo
Joel - YOE-el
Halonen - HALL-oh-nen

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Roy
roynm@mac.com

Leith - chapter 4

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Mikko lay on the bed with his arm over his eyes, shielding himself from the
glare of the sun off the lake and nearby buildings of downtown Chicago.  He
could hear the shower running, as well as a radio program Leith was
listening to.  He wasn't sure if he was hearing Leith's voice or if he were
hearing some especially bad singing on the radio.  He grinned to himself,
thinking of his son and how the two of them had become closer over the past
few months.  'Damn, I wish Joel was here right now.'  He thought of his
brother, as he rubbed across the pouch of his underwear with one hand while
shielding his eyes with the other.  'It's been so long since I've been with
someone, it's driving me crazy.'

The shower continued to run.  He determined the voice he heard must be
coming from his son.  It didn't matter how bad the singing was, he was
pleased Leith even *felt* like singing.  He missed his happy-go-lucky son,
the boy who took after his mother and was always joking about something.
Mikko wiggled himself into a comfortable position, creating a nest among
the sheets and blankets on the bed, luxuriating in the first sense of true
freedom he'd had since the deaths of Julie and Mason.  Today he didn't have
to attend court, or give depositions or interviews . . . nothing.  There
was only Leith and him.  He stopped moving, opening his eyes wide, struck
with a thought.

'Maybe the fact that I'm so horny has made me start thinking of Leith as a
sex partner.  After all, he's the only male nearby, other than the guys at
work.'  He made a face.  'None of *them* would get me excited, that's for
sure.'  He rubbed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.  'I've *never*
thought of Leith, *or* Mason in a sexual way.  Why now?  . . . It *has* to
be the fact that I'm so horny.'  He rubbed both hands across the short hair
of his chest, pausing a moment at his nipples.  'Oh, Joel, where are you
when I really *need* you?  Hearing your voice last night brought back so
many memories.'  He lightly pinched each nipple, closing his eyes and
smiling.  'And if hearing your voice wasn't enough, I slept next to a sexy
naked man last night.'  He pinched harder, opening his mouth to take a deep
breath.

He ran a hand over his belly, then under the waist band of his underwear
and began to massage his cock, his mind replaying images of his son
standing naked in front of the dresser, only minutes earlier.  'What a
handsome young man he's become.  The summer job at the pool toned his body
and the sun's given him an even caramel color.'  What was especially
exciting, Mikko moaned lightly, grasping himself harder, was the crisp tan
line, highlighting Leith's snowy-white butt and groin.  The white skin made
the thick black pubes even more prominent.  'What a beautiful penis,' Mikko
ran a finger from side to side over the tip of his penis.  'I love the way
it seems to always be half-way to hard, as well as the way it swings from
side to side as he walks.'  Mikko was losing himself in the sensations he
was experiencing.  'Leith is right,' he thought.  'I've always told him and
Mason to be proud of their bodies.  Now, he's throwing my words back in my
face and I'm upset.'  He bit his lower lip as he pinched one of his
nipples.  'At least it shows he was listening.'  He squeezed himself
harder, spreading out his fingers to cup his testicles.

'Damn, I wish Joel was here!'  Mikko pulled the front of his underwear over
his rapidly stiffening cock, stretching the waistband to be held in place
by his balls.  He spread his long legs and groaned at the feeling of his
hand pleasuring himself. "Ohhh, Joel," he whispered, loud.  'You said you'd
like to try and have what we once did.  I want you beside me so bad.'

Mikko opened his eyes, listening for the shower.  Satisfied he would be
alone for a few minutes longer, he closed his eyes once more and began
masturbating himself slowly . . . just the way Joel would do, his memories
of his brother playing against his closed eyelids.  He could almost feel
Joel gently caressing his penis as they kissed.  A groan escaped his lips
and he began moving faster, thinking of Joel's deep kisses.

He remembered the first time his brother kissed him.  Both had only
recently become teenagers.  They and some of their friends were playing in
the forest near their parent's summer cottage on the bluff overlooking Lake
Superior.  Some of the boys had begun to taunt Joel, teasing him for always
wanting his "little" brother to tag along.  The fact there was only one
year's difference in their ages or that Mikko was the same height as his
older brother wasn't important.  He was still always Joel's little
brother."  In fact, to this day, Joel called him his "little brother.  The
words had become a form of endearment that never failed to make Mikko
smile.

Mikko spread the pre-cum over the head of his penis with one finger,
smearing the slippery liquid back and forth.  After a moment he brought his
finger to his mouth and began sucking on it as he continued masturbating
himself with his other hand, recalling how good it felt to have his big
brother stand up for him before their summer-time friends from neighboring
cottages.  Mikko remembered hearing one kid, a slightly older guy named
Max, laughingly tease Joel.

"Since you love the little guy so much, let us watch you suck him off."
The other boys had instantly gone silent, looking from the two brothers to
the older boy, then back at the brothers, excited at what might happen.
"You guys ever sucked each other off before?" the older boy scoffed.

Mikko remembered Joel turning to him, silently asking with his eyes if it
was okay.  He remembered not being exactly sure what being sucked off
meant, but he figured it had something having to do with sex and that
excited him.  He remembered feeling his penis begin to harden at the
thought of his brother doing something sexual with him.  The two had often
seen each other naked.  In fact they often wrestled naked, leaving each
with an erection.  Mikko remembered starting many such contests just so he
could see his brother's erection.  He nodded his permission and began to
unfasten his belt, the other boys forgotten.  There was only him and his
big brother.

Joel reached for Mikko's hand and stopped him from unzipping his jeans with
a shake of his head and a slight frown.  Instead, Joel moved close,
reaching for his brother, gently enfolding him in an embrace and pressing
his body close.  Mikko remembered feeling Joel's erection through his pants
and pulled him closer.  He remembered the smell of Joel's after shave and
the feeling of his breath as the two boys got closer.

"Shit, he's gonna kiss him!"  one of the boys whispered.  Mikko remembered
hearing a rustling sound, as their friends moved closer.  By now, he had
his eyes closed.  Joel's lips met his and Mikko stopped thinking of
anything other than the feeling of Joel's tongue against his lips seeking
entry to his mouth.  He remembered shuddering in excitement and moaning
aloud as he felt Joel's tongue against his.  He also remembered the quiver
that passed through Joel, a mirror to the one he had experienced moments
earlier, lying on the bed, his hand slowly masturbating himself.  He
remembered how Joel's tremor made him realize his brother was enjoying the
kiss as much as he.

"Enough with the kissing *Joel* we wanna see you suck your *little* brother
off."  Max turned to the other boys and smirked, "think the little fucker
can shoot a load?"  A couple of the other boys nervously laughed, caught
between excitement and embarrassment.  Mikko smiled to himself.  He *knew*
he was able to cum, and after seeing other boys in the school showers, he
knew he wasn't so little either.  Max was going to be surprised.
Reluctantly it seemed, Joel pulled away from his brother's mouth.  Both
boys were breathing heavily.

Joel knelt in front of him and began lowering his zipper.  A sense of
anticipation had gripped each of the onlookers, matching that of the two
brothers.  "Geez," he heard one of the other boys mutter as Joel pushed
Mikko's pants down around his ankles and then reached up to begin massaging
his little brother's butt, his face buried in Mikko's groin.  Mikko grabbed
Joel's head, pulling him closer.  His excitement grew as he felt his
brother slide a warm hand underneath the seat of his underwear and rub
across the smooth skin of his butt.  The thought that they were doing
*this* in *front* of a group of guys added to his excitement.  It was too
much.  He released Joel's head and shuffled back a bit, pulling his own
underwear down, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his naked skin, and the
sounds of indrawn breaths from some of the boys.

Mikko smiled at the reaction of the boys, even now as he lay on the bed in
the apartment, listening to the shower run.  His entire penis was now slick
with precum, providing lubrication as he began running his hand up and down
its length, spreading his legs further, wishing it were Joel's mouth on his
dick . . . like the first time.

The sight of his brother's cock didn't surprise Joel.  He scooted closer
and looked up at Mikko, their eyes meeting.  Joel was kneeling in front of
him, his mouth slightly open.  Mikko remembered how his brother slowly
licked his lips, holding Mikko's hard cock at its base.  Mikko was anxious
to see the head of his penis disappear into the warmth of his Joel's mouth.
He was almost trembling with the thought of cumming inside his brother's
mouth, and the thought of Joel actually *swallowing* his cum was almost
enough to make him shoot without any stimulation whatsoever.

"Shiiit," one of the boys muttered as Joel slowly moved forward and licked
once across the end of Mikko's penis, causing a shiver to course through
his body.  After that first lick, he paused a moment.  It was as if Joel
were trying to figure out whether he liked the taste of Mikko's pre cum.
He held Mikko's dick, examining it at the same time he reached up to cup
his thirteen year-old brother's testicles, feeling their weight in his warm
hand.

Laying on the bed, Mikko moved his hand faster; recalling how after only a
few moments of examining his cock and running his tongue over his lips,
Joel leaned forward and slowly swallowed Mikko, burying his nose in his
brother's sparse pubic hair.  Mikko groaned, the same sound he made years
ago, this time in an adult voice.

"Joel," he murmured, aloud.  He groaned once again, this time louder,
caught up in the memories.  "Slower, man."

"We want to see the kid shoot," Max said, motioning all of the other boys
closer.  They each jostled for position, standing silent except for their
heavy breathing.  "Let us see him shoot into your mouth, Joel," Max urged.
Joel appeared to ignore him.  Mikko looked down at his kneeling brother.
His eyes were closed.  The sight of his rigid penis penetrating Joel's
mouth over and over, combined with the feeling of his brother's hands
kneading the muscles of his butt was bringing Mikko close.  His breathing
became faster.

The boys, sensing he was about to shoot, tried to move even closer.  He was
almost there when he felt someone else's hand join his brother's on his
butt.  That was all it took.  Joel was aware his brother was about ready to
cum, so he backed up, opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue while
beginning to slowly masturbate his brother.

Mikko's hips bucked on the bed, as he gave his penis one last stroke.  He
remembered the feeling of the other boy's hand caressing his ass cheeks,
the sight of his brother kneeling before him with his tongue extended
. . . and the sight of his first jet of boyish cum blasting into his
brother's mouth.  Joel flinched slightly, taken by surprise at the strength
of the shot.

Mikko squirmed on the bed grasping his balls with one hand as the first
shot of sperm hit him on the chin.  It didn't matter to him any more
whether he could hear the shower or not.  He was lost in his memories and
the intense orgasm that had captured his body.  He was overwhelmed with
sensations each time his cock spewed another blast, each one shorter than
the last.  Finally, he lay back exhausted, a line of thick white cum
extending from the end of his cock over his stomach and chest, ending at
his chin and lower lip.

After a few moments he reached up to his stomach and began running his
fingers through the puddles, spreading them over the taut muscles of his
stomach.  He licked over his lower lip, and then, still with his eyes
closed, brought his sperm-covered hand to his mouth and licked across the
palm, once again groaning in pleasure.  His penis continued to twitch.

"Whew, *that* was *hot*!"  Mikko's eyes flew open to see his son standing
at the bathroom door, his own hard penis in his fist.  Like his father, he
was recovering from an orgasm.  Mikko dropped his head back onto the bed
and groaned, but made no effort to cover himself.

"Uncle Joel must be something," Leith said in a low voice, continuing to
masturbate his slowly softening penis.  "You were groaning his name while
you were jacking off," Leith supplied when his father once again tilted his
head up making a questioning noise deep in his throat.  "Were you thinking
about him just now?"

Mikko nodded, returning his head to the bed.

"About when you guys were kids?"  Again, a nod.

"The first time he sucked me off," Mikko murmured.  "You remember the first
time Mason ever . . . "  He couldn't finish.  He couldn't believe he was
discussing this with his son.

Leith managed to suppress a giggle, causing his father to look at him under
his eyelashes.  "In the sauna, the night after you and Brett and Uncle Joel
and I masturbated.  The thought of what happened in the same room the night
before, combined with Mason sucking on me made me shoot quick."  Leith
paused a moment then started laughing.  Uncle Paavo's sauna was sure seeing
a lot of action during that vacation!"

Leith' voice turned serious.  "Dad, I'm thinking things are better between
us now.  Am I right?  I mean after this?  He moved to the side of the bed
and sat down next to his father, gesturing to Mikko's limp penis lying atop
his black pubes and the rapidly liquefying trail of sperm coating his
chest, then pointing to himself.

Mikko opened his eyes, seeing Leith's concern.  "I think so.  I have to
apologize for being so righteous with you earlier."  Leith gestured that it
wasn't important, but Mikko continued.

"You see, Leith," he said, still laying back, but looking at his son's
solemn expression.  "Joel and I grew up as . . . lovers."  He almost choked
on the word, but managed to say it without a feeling of guilt.  "When he
went off to Arizona to work, both of us felt like the end of the world was
near.  We were like you, without your brother.  We didn't know what to do."
Mikko swallowed before continuing.  Eventually, we learned to carry on
without each other nearby.  We made lots of phone calls, but . . . it
wasn't the same as being together.

Eventually, I married your mother.  We were neighbors as we were growing
up.  I had known her all my life.  She never knew about Joel and me, but I
think she suspected."  Mikko sighed.  "She was kind, . . . She didn't hurry
me into sex."  He looked up to see Leith's puzzled expression.

"I had trouble . . . functioning . . . with a woman." Mikko stammered.
"You see, I . . . never had."  He grinned crookedly at his son.  "She was
understanding and finally . . . things worked."

"Leith, you have to understand something, what with all this talk about
Joel and I being lovers."  He paused a moment, gathering his thoughts.
"Leith, I truly loved your mother.  She was a wonderful, understanding,
funny . . . special woman.  The whole time we were married, except for that
damn sauna-thing, I never fooled around behind her back.  I loved her.
. . . I still do."  Mikko's voice broke.  He felt Leith's hand on his
thigh, offering comfort and understanding.

"But since she's . . . gone, I . . . I don't know what to do."  He sighed,
a deep ragged, shuddering kind of sigh.  "I still love Joel,
Leith. . . . And . . . he says he loves me.  Neither one of us knows
whether we will ever be able to reestablish the kind of relationship we
once had, what with your aunt Susan and your cousins and all, but I want to
be close to him.  I feel like I *need* to be close to him."

"So, let's move to Phoenix," Leith supplied, and then hesitated.  "You guys
aren't gonna do something to hurt Aunt Susan or the boys though, are you?"
He looked at his father with a worried expression.  "Cause *that* wouldn't
be cool."

Mikko rolled his head from side to side.  "No, neither of us want *that*.
But what both of us *do* want is to be close to each other. . . . You
wouldn't have any trouble moving from Chicago?  Leaving everything?

"Dad, I *want* to leave everything . . . . The memories and pain are too
strong here.  Maybe if we're someplace else, we can do some of that growing
you were talking about the other day.  As long as I'm with you, I'll be
okay.  Just don't leave me, Dad.  I couldn't handle that . . . at least not
yet."  Mikko grinned, gripping his son's hand and squeezing it in
understanding.

"So, this thing you've been feeling about me," Leith asked.  "Are you
feeling better about that now? . . . I mean about the . . . guilt?"

"I guess."  He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly.  "Leith, I have to
tell you, if you weren't my son, I would absolutely love to have a sexual
relationship with you.  You're sooo sexy, you almost take my breath away."
Leith was smiling brightly.  "But, I . . . can't . . . have a relationship
. . . like that . . . with you.  Not ever.  Do you understand what I'm
saying?"  Leith nodded slowly, continuing to hold his father's hand.

"You need Uncle Joel."

"Yes, Leith, I need Joel, but I need *you* to be with me as well.  I don't
know that anything sexual with Joel will ever happen again.  If not, that's
gonna be tough to handle, but it'll be okay.  What I *need* is to have the
two men I love most in the whole world close by.  Just because I love those
two men doesn't mean I have to have sex with them"

"No more guilt about things that happened in the past?"  Leith asked.

"No.  I'll try not to."

"No more guilt about feeling like you'd like to have sex with me?"

Mikko sighed, "I guess not."  He looked at his son, then amended his
answer.  "No, no more guilt.  You can run around naked all you want and I
promise I won't jump you."  Mikko smiled at his son's expression.

"If you run around naked too much though, I may need to masturbate often.
Just because I won't have sex with you doesn't mean I can't *fantasize*
about you."

"Great!"  Leith laughed.  "Masturbation is fun.  Can I watch?"


~To be continued.~


As with my earlier story, 'Phalen,' (Nifty College Section) I would like to
thank you for taking the time to read my work.  I would also like to thank
Carey for his ceaseless efforts to make me a better writer, Gwynne for her
daily doses of humor and her insights into the characters, and Larry in
Finland for helping me with the Finnish language and for being a good
friend.  Writing may be a solitary endeavor, but the thoughts of each of
these people, as well as you, the story's readers, affect the story's
course.

I *always* welcome email from readers and enjoy hearing your thoughts.  If
you would like me to send a pic of the character(s) please email me.

NOTE: This story happens during the same period of time as the 'Phalen'
story.  As 'Phalen' ends, the two story's timelines will coincide and this
story will take over.  Confused?  I hope not.

Thanks for reading.

Roy
roynm@mac.com