Date: Sun, 21 May 2006 16:18:37 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: 'Leith' chapter 6 - 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 6

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"Mikko," Joel whispered, gesturing for him to come to the glass patio
doors.  "Look at this."  Mikko looked up with a questioning glance.  He had
just finished stepping out of his shorts and stood naked before his
brother, his erection showing the height of his excitement.  Joel spared
him a momentary glance before motioning for him to hurry.  "Take a look at
our sons.  I'd say they're getting along well, wouldn't you?"

Mikko looked out to the pool where Leith and Brett were locked in a tight
embrace, standing in the shade cast by a group of orange trees.  They spoke
for moment and then kissed.  "Brett's gay?"  Joel gave his brother a
confirming nod.

"Normally he's pretty shy.  I'm surprised he feels comfortable enough with
Leith to express his feelings so quickly . . . and so publicly."  Joel
chuckled.  "Everyone in this family seems to be a show off."  He quickly
shucked his shirt and grinned when he saw Mikko had opened both glass
doors, drawing the instant attention of their sons.

"You want them to watch?"  Joel murmured, moving closer to the door and
drawing his brother into his arms.  He knew the boys were getting a good
view of Mikko's white butt, his long legs and broad back.  He ran his hands
over Mikko's buttocks and grinned when they flexed at his touch.

"*You* are the biggest show off in the family, little brother.  You always
have been."  Mikko hummed his agreement as his lips found his brother's and
all talking ceased.

"Look, Leith."  Brett whispered and nodded toward the open doors and their
naked fathers.  "They *want* us to see them, don't they?"  Leith stopped
kissing his cousin's neck and turned toward the house.

"Damn," he whispered when he saw what Brett was talking about.  "I'll bet
they saw *us* and now they want us to watch them."  He took Brett's hand
and they moved to the patio and the puddle of shade cast by another tree,
this one covered in yellow flowers that played host to thousands of bees.

"They're right outside the door," Joel murmured into his brother's ear.  He
smiled to see Brett sitting close to his cousin with his arm around Leith's
waist.  In turn, Leith had his arm around Brett's shoulders.  "Let's give
'em a show they'll remember," he urged, moving so the boys could watch him
kneel and begin sucking on Mikko's penis.  He heard a hiss of indrawn
breath when he managed to deep throat the entire thing.

After a few moments, he laid on his back and Mikko knelt between his widely
spread legs to begin sucking him, exposing his butt and low hanging
testicles to their sons, less than ten feet away.  Before feeling the touch
of his brother's tongue on his penis Joel wondered what the boys were
making of all this . . . and what Susan would say if she happened to
stumble onto the scene of her brother-in-law sucking off her husband while
her naked son and nephew looked on.  He devoutly hoped there was no reason
for her to return unexpectedly.  He knew he was taking a risk, but his body
had taken control of his mind.  Mikko had always loved the prospect of
getting caught, as well as showing off.  Then Mikko's hot mouth surrounded
Joel's penis and all thoughts of responsibility or accountability vanished.

"C'mon, sit on it, little brother," he urged as Mikko knelt to apply some
lube to his brother's cock and then liberally coat his own hole with the
slick substance.  He squatted over Joel's cock, a look of concentration on
his face.  Joel watched Mikko bite his lower lip as the head of his cock
slipped inside.  He threw his head back and gasped at the feeling.  His
eyes were tightly closed and a fine sheen of sweat, caused by more than the
heat, coated his forehead as he impaled himself.

"Holy shit," one of the boys muttered when only Joel's testicles were
showing.  "Look at that," Brett murmured, tightening his arm around his
cousin's waist.  "Damn . . ." he groaned as his father grasped both of
Mikko's butt cheeks and spread them apart, giving the boys a good view of
his cock, spreading his brother's anus wide.  Leith was silent, transfixed
by the sight.  The air was charged with sexual energy.  One could almost
sense the testosterone wafting past.

"Come on Joel," Mikko urged, a drop of sweat, dripping off of his chin and
landing on his brother's chest.  "Harder, man," he groaned.  "I've been
wanting this for years."  The boys could hear everything that was being
said, as well as the groans of pleasure from each of their fathers as
Joel's orgasm quickly approached.

"Harder!" Mikko demanded, his voice hoarse.  "Pump me full."  Joel groaned
loudly and slapped the side of Mikko's ass cheek.  "Harder!  Let me feel
your dick pulse as you unload in me."

Leith was mesmerized.  He had dreamt of what seeing his father having sex
with another man might be like, but none of his dreams were as good as the
reality.  He and Mason had even concocted outrageous stories where they
spied on their father masturbating, but neither of them ever imagined
*this.* Joel's penis was madly pistoning into his father's butt hole, while
his father was yelling for him to do it harder.  The scene was more than he
could have ever imagined.

"Are you ready . . . little . . . brother?" Joel gasped, speaking between
each stroke.  Both men were now coated in sweat.  "You want my . . . sperm
. . . up your . . . butt . . . huh?"

"Oh . . . yessss."  Mikko's head rolled from side to side.  His eyes were
closed and he was resting on his knees, allowing both boys to see what was
happening.  " Fill me . . . Joel, like you used to."

"C'mon, Dad," Brett whispered to himself.  He grinned when Leith glanced at
him and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah," Joel shouted.  The furious thrusts had stopped to be replaced
by slight jerks as he pumped his brother's hole full.  Each jerk was
accompanied by gasps of pleasure from the men that told the world, and both
men's sons, they were getting their longed-for wish.  They were together
once again and had reaffirmed their love for one another.

"Shiiiit . . ." Leith breathed.  "Holy . . . fucking . . . shit."  Brett
looked at him.  "I never would have dreamed," Leith continued, shaking his
head in wonder.

"That you'd see our dad's fuck?"

"Huh?"  Leith turned to his right.  "No.  I'd never have imagined Dad as a
bottom!"  He shook his head in disbelief.  "And a damned good one too."  He
winked when Brett began smiling.  After a moment he pulled Brett closer to
him and whispered.  "I'll bet *you're* better though."  Brett's smile was
luminous.

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"G'night, Dad."  Brett gave his father a brief hug before his father turned
toward the bedroom door.  "You and Mom aren't going to be visiting this
side of the house tonight, are you?"  He tried to keep from blushing but
knew he was losing the battle.  He jerked his chin up, a nervous habit born
of insecurity from being the shortest in the family, and as a distraction
from his frequent blushes.  He hoped his father wouldn't notice his red
cheeks.

Joel paused with his hand on the doorknob.  "You and Leith haven't had a
moment to yourselves, have you?"  Joel tipped his son's face up with a
single finger under the chin and grinned an understanding smile.  "I'll
make sure there's no reason to come over here . . . but it wouldn't hurt
for both of you to lock the bedroom doors, just in case."  Joel looked
closer at his son and then glanced over his shoulder, noticing Brett glance
down the hall as well.

"Were you freaked by seeing Mikko and me this afternoon?"  Brett was
watching his father closely.  The man appeared to be genuinely worried
about what his son had witnessed.  "I know it's one thing to intellectually
know I've had sex with Mikko, and quite another to *see* it."  Joel grinned
to himself.  "Mikko always was the exhibitionist . . . and I guess I have a
little of that in me as well.  More than I thought, actually."  He laid a
hand on Bret's shoulder.  "Is everything cool?"

Brett's smile left no doubt.  "More than cool, Dad!  I have been *so*
horned-up since seeing you guys I can't believe it, and to think that Leith
might be interested in me is more than I could have hoped."  Once again
Brett blushed, the bane of having pale skin.  "He is so sexy."  Brett
lowered his eyes.  "I've never been kissed like that before, not that I've
been kissed that many times," he added, "but . . . you know?"

Joel nodded his understanding, reaching out to gently squeeze his son's
shoulder in understanding.  "Son, you and I have to remember something
about Mikko and Leith."  He glanced once again over his shoulder.  "They're
both . . . fragile . . . at the moment.  We . . . you and I . . . can help
them out, but neither of us should expect more than they, *or we* can
give."  Joel looked at his son with a serious expression.

"What I guess I'm saying, Brett, is don't fall in love with Leith, thinking
. . . " He paused a moment, attempting to choose his words and then shook
his head.  "I don't know.  Just don't expect more of Leith than he may be
able to give.  I guess Mason meant the world to him, and he's still not
totally come to grips with his death yet."

"I'll follow my own advice with Mikko, and maybe I need to put your mind at
ease some too, hmm?"  Brett looked at his father, not knowing how to
respond.

"Brett, with all that's going on you probably wonder where I stand with
your mother."  Brett barely nodded.  "I love Mikko, and I love your mother
. . . equally."  He swallowed with difficulty before continuing.  "I don't
want to do anything to hurt either one of them."

"But . . ." Brett supplied into the pause.  His father was staring into the
dimly lit bedroom, lost in thought.  He grinned at his son.

"But, if I *have* to hurt someone . . . it won't be your mother.  I've got
Glenn and Kent and *you* to consider as well as your mother.  I love each
of you."  Once again he swallowed, visibly troubled by what he was saying.
"I love each of you . . . even more . . . than I love Mikko."  Brett nodded
in understanding.  Joel cleared his throat and tried to face his son with a
confident smile.  "Besides, Mikko would never put me in a situation where I
would knowingly hurt any of my family."

"I understand, Dad.  I know what you're going through must be tough, but
you'll do what's right . . . for everyone."  Joel gave his son a rueful
grin.

"Well, I'd better get out of here so you guys can have some privacy."  He
winked when Brett began to furiously blush.  He leaned down and quickly
kissed his son on the cheek and then closed the door without a backward
glance.

Brett stood and watched the closed door lost in thought.  Since telling him
of his love for his brother, his father had been treating him differently
. . . as an equal.  He grinned to himself, liking the change in his
relationship.

There was a tentative knock at the door leading to the bath Brett shared
with his brother, Glenn.  He blinked, drawn back to the present and took
the few steps to cross the room and opened the door.

"Hi," he said shyly.  Leith grinned, slightly extending his arms to his
side as if to say, 'here I am.'  Brett was at a loss for words.  He had
been anxious for this moment all evening, now he was scared.  His father's
description of Leith as 'fragile' had had an impact that was surely
unintentional.  Before his father's comments, he had seen Leith as a sexy
person his own age.  Now, he saw him as vulnerable.  He wasn't sure what to
do, fearful he might do something wrong.

"I had a date with a handsome gymnast," Leith said, glancing past Brett and
into the bedroom.  "Have you seen him?"  Brett glanced briefly at Leith and
then over his shoulder, turning back when Leith placed his hands on Brett's
waist and slowly pulled him close, chuckling at Brett's response to his
teasing.

"Oh," Leith continued.  "Sorry, I didn't recognize you with your clothes
on!"  He rested his cheek against the side of Brett's head, quietly holding
him against his bare chest and saying nothing.

"Leith . . ." Brett put his arms around Leith's waist.  He could feel the
slow movement as Leith took each breath, and the slight shudder as well.
"Are you doing okay?"  He could feel Leith nod and tighten his embrace.
Brett turned his head slightly, struck with the aroma of him, a spicy scent
overlaying that of his maleness.  He inhaled deeply in a moment of
spontaneous sensuality, and then sighed deeply when Leith began to slowly
move his open palm over his bare back.

The moment of silence stretched.  Brett rested his head on Leith's
shoulder.  Finally, Leith took a deep breath.  His voice was soft and
gentle.  "Yes, I'm doing fine. . . . It's just been so long since I've held
someone like this . . . or been held . . . I'd forgotten how much I missed
it."  He rested his head against Brett's.  "I could love you for no other
reason than your understanding."

"You . . . love me?"  Leith looked into his cousin's eyes, sensing the
loneliness he tried to keep hidden.

"You've never had anyone other than your parents tell you that you're
loved, have you?"  Brett shook his bowed head once, and returned to resting
against Leith's neck.

"Oh, my poor friend," he murmured, stroking Brett's back.  "Why not?"
There was no answer.  "Brett, look at me."  Leith waited a moment until his
cousin looked up, noting the misty eyes.

"When I arrived in Phoenix earlier today, I loved you as my cousin.
Something changed though.  Later, as I watched you and listened to you
. . . and held you . . . I realized I love you as something more than my
cousin.  I don't have words for how I feel yet, other than to say I truly
*do* love you.  Maybe we'll figure stuff out the longer I'm here."  Leith's
voice took on a teasing tone.  "Maybe I'll even figure out how come you
blush at everything I say.  Is it 'cause I'm so sexy I take your breath
away, or are you playing the part of a blushing bride on her wedding night
. . . not really sure what to do?"

"I'm not playing a part, Leith.  I *don't* know what to do . . . exactly."
Brett tightened his arms around his cousin's waist, not wanting to see the
reaction to his revelation.  "I know I can't go wrong with a hug though."
There was an extended pause, and then his muffled voice.  "You *really*
love me?"

Leith nodded, continuing to caress Brett's back.  "Wait a minute."  He
backed up a bit.  "Have you ever had sex with a guy before?"  Brett nodded
slowly.  "Anal sex," Leith amended his question.  This time Brett shook his
head.

"I guess I am like that bride you mentioned."  There was a slight upward
jerk of his chin, an unconscious behavior.  "I figured someday the right
guy would come by and I'd reach out and grab him."  He pulled Leith close
with a twinkle in his eyes.  "Then, once I had a grip on him . . . so he
wouldn't run away . . . you know?"  Leith snorted softly, amazed at how
strong his cousin actually was.  "Well, once I had him in my clutches I'd
whisper in his ear.  Brett leaned close and whispered.  "Fuck me silly,
handsome.  Let's make a baby."  Brett had trouble keeping from bursting
into laughter as he spoke.

"That's not possible, my handsome gymnast," Leith teased.

"What?"  Brett acted shocked.  "Don't tell me I've got one who's impotent!"
He could no longer help himself.  He broke into laughter, seeing Leith's
expression.  "After seeing you're wily this afternoon I was sure it was
long enough to poke me."  Brett made as if to turn away in disappointment.

"Willy?"  Leith laughed.  "Impotent?"  His voice rose.  He pulled Brett
back to him.  "*Long* enough . . . to *poke* you?" he chortled in gentle
indignation.

"It's okay."  Brett kissed the tip of Leith's nose.  "You don't have to
apologize.  Not everyone can be hung well enough to *poke* someone."  He
thrust himself against his cousin's groin, feeling the hardening mound
through his underwear.  "Maybe the two of us can find someone who *is* able
to do the deed, hmm?"  He backed up, a mischievous smile lighting his eyes.
"Or better yet," he continued, reaching around Leith to switch off the
bathroom light and close the door, gently urging Leith into the dimly lit
bedroom, "we can see if we can get *your* wily working."  He leaned over as
if to examine it closer.  "It *does* work, doesn't it?"  Leith lasciviously
cupped his own crotch.

"I'll show you who's long enough, Mr. I'm definitely not impotent,
especially with *you* in the room."

"Oh, I'm impressed," Brett laughed.  "I've had enough talk.  I want some
action, quick, or I'm taking my butt elsewhere for servicing, and you'll
probably miss your only chance to deflower a handsome stud like me."  Brett
was almost beside himself he was laughing so hard.  Leith grinned but
seemed suddenly preoccupied.

Knowing Brett was a virgin changed things in Leith's mind.  "Brett." He
reached out and touched his cousin's shoulder, focusing his attention, his
voice gentle.  The laughter faded, suddenly replaced by a shy smile.  He
found he wanted to hold Brett . . . to protect him.  He swallowed past a
sudden lump in his throat.

'He's old enough to protect himself,' Leith thought, stepping closer and
gently running his fingertips over Brett's cheek to his neck and finally to
his short blond hair.

The slow deliberate touch made Brett's skin tingle.  When he looked up and
saw Leith watching him with an overwhelming sadness in his eyes.  He had to
gulp a deep breath of air and force himself not to break into tears.

'Who is he seeing right now?' Brett wondered.  'Does he *know* who he's
touching?'  Leith's hand had frozen in place.  His gaze was unblinking.

"Leith," Brett whispered, unwilling to move in Leith's loose embrace. "It's
me . . . Brett."  He paused, relieved when Leith's eyelids fluttered.  "Are
. . . are you alright?"  Leith compressed his lips and nodded once.  The
movement was more of a jerk of acknowledgment than a nod.  His lower lip
began to tremble and a single tear left a glistening trail over his cheek.

"I."  Leith took a long shuddering breath as another tear rolled down his
cheek.  "I don't want to forget him, Brett.  I feel that I am."  Brett was
silent, at a loss as to what he should do to help.  "I sometimes feel like
I've been condemned to live with memories that will gradually distort until
the memories themselves are a lie."  He wiped a hand across his face,
dashing away the tears.  "Then where will I be?  Where will *Mason* be?
The memories, they're all I have left of him."

"Will . . . will you hold?"  He took a halting breath.  "Hold me, Brett
. . . Please."

'He's been thinking will power alone would conquer his emotions,' Brett
suddenly realized, watching the hidden emotions surface.  He took Leith's
hand and led him to the bed.  Leith followed and watched silently as Brett
moved to the center of the bed and held his arms out in a silent
invitation.  Leith crawled onto the bed and stretched out next to his
cousin, welcoming the warmth and comfort the embrace brought him.  He
allowed himself to think of *why* the embrace meant so much.  It was the
first time he had been held like this . . . since Mason held him . . . the
morning he left for school.  *That* day.  Leith buried his face in the
crook of Brett's neck and silently sobbed as Brett gently stroked his back
offering his silent support.

Leith clung to him, an anchor of stability.  He knew he was not being
judged because of his loss of control.  He felt accepted unconditionally by
someone his own age.  He knew his father loved and accepted him, but being
held by Brett was different . . . more satisfying.

Out of the corner of his eye, Brett could see the moonlight cast the
backyard in silver light.  The patio doors stood open admitting the distant
sounds of the city as well as a gentle breath of a cool night-time desert
breeze which caused the sheer drapery to gently move, ghost-like in the
darkened room.

Leith had stopped crying and was snuggled close, his arm resting across
Brett's chest, his steady breathing interrupted only sporadically by a
shuddering breath.

"Thank you, Brett," he murmured.  "I guess I . . . "

"Shhh."  Brett tightened his hug.  "There's no need for apologies . . . or
explanations."  He grinned when Leith sniffed once and mumbled, sounding
like a child.

"Okay."

"Anything for my favorite cousin," Brett murmured, "and one of the sexiest
men I've ever met."  He paused, seeking to change the mood.  "Even when
that sexy man's nose is dripping down my neck."

"Ewww, gross."  Leith raised himself up on his elbows and studied Brett's
neck, also seeking a way to leave the emotional outpouring behind.

"You're telling *me* it's gross?"  Brett giggled quietly, pleased Leith's
mood seemed to be changing.  "This has been quite a night.  I've got a sexy
guy in his underwear practically on top of me, weighing me down so I can't
move, and his nose is running down my neck, *and* all parts of my body have
gone to sleep except my head.  And you know what?" he asked, shrugging into
a sitting position and wincing as circulation returned to his limbs.

"No, what?" Leith grinned as Bret grimaced at the sensations he was
experiencing.

"I'm absolutely loving every minute of it . . . even the runny nose bit,"
he teased.  Leith giggled, reaching out and nudging the man next to him.
"I think I need a shower," Brett continued, making a face and rubbing his
hand over his neck.  He got a sly look on his face.  "Or something even
better than a shower."

He climbed off the bed still moving stiffly.

Leith watched his cousin move in the moonlight, stretching and twisting
from side to side.  "What are you thinking, Brett?" he asked, when Brett
stepped out of his underwear and held out his hand in an invitation to join
him.  Leith gingerly moved to the side of the bed and pulled off his own
underwear, intensely aware of Brett's erect penis nearby.  He accepted his
cousin's outstretched hand, feeling its strength.

"You said something earlier about swimming naked in the moonlight.  Well,
we're both naked."  He gestured first to Leith, then himself.  "There's
lots of moonlight."  He looked over his shoulder toward the backyard.
"*And* there's a deserted swimming pool only steps away.  Do you have any
ideas?"

Brett faced Leith in silence, waiting for an answer, the shadows cast by
the moonlight stretching back into the bedroom.  "Damn," Leith sighed in
wonder.  "You are so handsome."  Brett grinned at the compliment.  "Way
better looking than I remember you being as a kid."  Brett's grin became a
smile.

"Must be the muscles," Brett joked.

"Hmm, and the nice dick," Leith murmured, reaching out to caress Brett's
erection.

"Not too small?"  Brett continued to feel inadequate.

"Nope, it's perfect."  Leith squeezed once more before they turned toward
the back yard.  They stepped out onto the patio and then walked across the
dew-wet glistening grass hand-in-hand.  Silently they eased themselves into
the chest-high water and swam slowly to the far end of the pool where Leith
stopped.  He pulled Brett close, feeling his cousin's stiff penis joining
his between their bodies.

"I think I am definitely going to like Phoenix," he murmured, directly into
Brett's ear.  "Do you want to know why?"  He kissed Brett gently on the
lips, continuing to hold him close.  Brett nodded in silence, unwilling to
loosen his embrace.

"I'm loving Phoenix because *you're* here, Mr. handsome gymnast."



~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