Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2005 15:29:49 -0500
From: Bob <randersen24@comcast.net>
Subject: Mentoring Brandon - Chapter 18 - Our Straight Night Out

A THANKSGIVING TO REMEMBER
Part 4
Our Straight Night Out -- Oh, what to do!
Chapter 18
By Bob Andersen


      Brandon came over and put his arms around me.  He held me close and
kissed my ear and then my neck.  "I love you Bob," is all he said and we
fell to the bed in each other's arms.  We fell asleep until Mikey came in
to let us know it was time to get ready for our dates.  Man, why did he
have to remind me.

      I dreaded the evening to come, but knew that Brandon and I would soon
be back in our room and be able to be ourselves.  Brandon and I talked
about the evening's activities and what we might expect.  We agreed to be
gentlemen and to let things happen as they might progress.

      "Beside," I said.  "This might just be the night you have sex with a
female."  He hit me on the arm but had this look of fear in his eyes.  I
suddenly was sorry that I had brought that up, but whatever happened, I
knew that Brandon and I would work it all out between us.

      Brandon hit me hard on my shoulder, but I also knew the realization
that something might happen during our date was foremost on his mind.  I
blocked his second attempt to hit me and we fell back to the bed together.

      "I'm sorry, love," I began.  "I really didn't think that something
like this would happen and I really was kidding when I said you might have
the opportunity for sex with Sherry tonight."

      "Actually, Bob, that doesn't bother me," he retorted.  "What does
bother me is whether or not I will even be able to get it up to do anything
if it comes to that."

      "When have you had a problem getting that monster up!" I laughed.

      "No, I really mean it, Bob," he said very seriously.  "That thought
has been in my mind since the first time you and I were together."

      I leaned in and kissed him.  "Don't worry, Bran.  If it comes to that
we will cross that bridge when it happens."

      I looked over at the clock and saw it was almost six o'clock.  Mom
said we were going to pick up the girls at Karen's house at seven, so I
suggested that we get ready.  I looked over at the bathroom and suggested
that we shower and get dressed.  I called in Mikey and told him to stay in
the room as Brandon and I showered in case my mother or father came up to
see how things were progressing.  At least he could say that we were
getting ready and they wouldn't walk in possibly and find the two of us in
the shower together.

      Brandon followed me into the bathroom and shut the door behind us.  I
turned to him and began to undress him, taking off his shirt first and
nibbling a second on his nipple.  He moaned a bit then let me proceed.  I
undid his pants and with one motion took off his pants and underwear.  His
cock was semi-hard but I knew it wouldn't take me long to get it completely
filled with blood.  As I knelt down to pull his pants over his feet, I
grabbed his dick with my mouth, just suckling a bit, not wanting to start
something that we might not be able to finish.  He held my head there and
pumped a bit, but also knew that we didn't have the time we needed to enjoy
ourselves.

      He reached under my arms and brought me back up to my feet and began
to take off my shirt, then my pants.  As I was free-balling that day, he
didn't have to wait to see his prize.  My cock was already hard, having had
him in my mouth even for a few seconds.  He licked my dick from the base to
the head a couple of times, but rose to his feet very quickly.  I turned on
the water and tested it for temperature.  I stepped in then extended my
hand to him.  He took it and stepped up over the tub and into the shower
area.

      I took a washcloth and soaped it up and began to wash Brandon's back.
I rubbed and rubbed, then moved my hands toward his chest where I continued
to wash him.  Slowly I worked each teat with the cloth, then my fingers.  I
moved down toward his crotch and then dropped the cloth onto the base of
the tub.  I soaped up my hands and took his dick into them, rubbing it and
cleaning the head and shaft thoroughly.  Of course this action made him
hard which was only logical, but I didn't rub long, again not wanting to
start something that I couldn't finish.

      I stepped forward and let Brandon rinse off the soap.  He turned and
bent down to pick up the washcloth.  I had to restrain myself from grabbing
his ass and spreading his cheeks and playing with his rosebud.  I wanted so
badly to make love to him!  He came back up and repeated to me what I had
done to him.  He cleaned me thoroughly and also took his hands and washed
my cock.  Needless to say he had the same effect on me as I did on him.

      We heard some noise in the bedroom.  I quickly stepped out of the tub
and wrapped a towel around my waist.  Fortunately, the blood in my cock
quickly receded as I opened the door.  My father was in the bedroom talking
to Mikey.  I looked out of the door and told him that Brandon was showering
and we'd be out in a few minutes.  He nodded his head and left the bedroom.
I winked at Mikey and closed the door again.

      By this time, Brandon was out of the shower standing naked in front
of me.  I looked him up and down.  "Well, I bet Sherry will love that
thing," I said pointing at his now softened cock.  We both laughed and
walked toward each other and kissed.  We then walked into the bedroom,
towels wrapped around us and began looking for something to wear.

      "You going free-balling again tonight, Bob," Mikey asked with a grin.
"Will make it a lot easier for Karen to grab what I know she wants."

      "No, I don't think I will tonight little bro.  I want to keep as much
between Brandon's property and her as possible."

      Brandon and I dropped our towels as we walked toward my dresser where
my underwear was.  I grabbed a pair of jockeys (which during those days was
the underwear of choice) and threw a pair to Brandon.  Even though I was a
bit taller than Brandon, some of my clothes did fit him, which included my
underwear.  He filled them out as well as I did showing a big bulge in the
whitey-tighties for Mikey and me to admire.

      And, admire the bulge Mikey did.  He reached for Brandon's cock just
as Joe walked into the room.  Mikey's back was to the door and he didn't
see Joe enter the room.  He grabbed Brandon's cock and gave it a tug.  Joe
stopped in his tracks as he saw this but had the presence of mind to
quickly shut the door as my mother was a few steps behind him.  Mikey
quickly released Brandon, fortunately as my mom poked her head through the
door.

      "You guys better hurry, Bob," she stated.  "You have about ten
minutes before you have to go to get to the Gill's and you don't want to be
late for your dates."

      "Yea, Mom, I know," I said a bit curtly.  "Please, we are not
dressed!"  She closed the door just as quickly as she had opened it and we
could hear her heading for the stairway.

      "That was close," Joe said.  "What were you doing, Mikey?"

      "Nothing, bro, we were just kidding around.  Now, let's you and me
get out of here and let Bob and Brandon get dressed."  With that he headed
toward the door, grabbed Joe's hand and left the room.

      "Do you think that Joe bought that?" Brandon asked.

      "I doubt it, lover," I answered.  "After what Mikey told me about
teaching Joe a few of the things that we do, I'm sure he realized exactly
what Mikey was doing.  He won't say anything though, I'm sure," I ended as
I pulled up my jeans.

      It was lucky that Brandon brought his suitcase up and had some
clothes for the date.  We could wear the same underwear and jeans, but my
shirts would have really been too baggy for him.  He chose as nice, but
non-sexy shirt and put it on.  I did the same and we finished dressing
quickly.  We headed downstairs and my mom and dad were there waiting for
us.

      "Here Bob," my dad said handing me fifty-dollars.  "This should be
enough for you guys tonight.  Mrs. Gill said that she had the tickets to
the concert so that you don't have to worry about."

      I thanked my father as I grabbed not only the money, but the keys to
the Chevy he had in his hand.  I kissed my mother and told them not to wait
up for us as the concert wouldn't be over till at least ten-thirty and then
we would be going to get something to eat.  They both nodded in
understanding with my father telling us that the back door would be open
for us to get into the house, therefore not waking everyone else going up
the front staircase.

      Brandon and I finally got out of the house.  We got into the car and
headed for Karen's house.  It was only about two miles away so the trip
wouldn't be long.  Brandon was really quiet for most of the ride until we
turned into the Gill's driveway.

      "So, what is my date like?" he finally asked.

      "Honestly, Bran, I have never met Sherry.  At least I don't think I
have," was all I could say.  "She doesn't go to my school, well, my former
school I guess I should say.  She and Karen have known each other for years
and are best friends."

      I stopped the car and leaned over and kissed Brandon.  "That's to
hold you till we get home," I said with a big smile.  He smiled back, but I
could tell he was a bit apprehensive about what was going to happen the
rest of the evening.  He opened his door as I did mine and we headed toward
the front door.

      Now, I have to tell you that Sherry was the captain of the Sophomore
cheerleading squad as I was the captain of the football and wrestling team.
It was a natural and always assumed by all the kids at the school that she
and I would become an item.  She was about five-foot two with long flowing
blond hair.  Here blue eyes were definitely that -- deep blue.  She had a
nice build, but was still developing when I dated her last.  From what I
saw at the restaurant she definitely was filling out.

      As we got to the door, Mrs. Gill already had it opened for us.  "Hi
boys," she said.  "Karen and Sherry will be down in a second.  You know
girls they never are ready on time."

      We laughed thinking I believe it was the thing to do.  Mrs. Gill
pointed us toward the family room where Karen's father was sitting.  As we
walked in he stood up and came toward us, extending his hand.  I took it
and shook hands with him and then he turned to Brandon and did the same.

      "I know this wasn't something you expected, Bob.  And I'm sure that
your friend here..."

      I interrupted him and said, "Brandon."

      "Oh, yes, Brandon.  I'm sure, Brandon you didn't expect to go out on
your short visit, but I'm glad you two decided to take the girls to the
concert.  I know that Karen definitely wanted to see you while you were
home, Bob.  And, Brandon, I think you'll find that Sherry is a nice girl
and you guys will have fun, since it is Nicky's group that you will be
seeing."

      Nicky, was Nick Fortuna, one of the members of the Buckingham's.
Nick lived about three doors from me and I had known him for almost all my
life.  He was four years older than me but was a nice guy that hung with
all in the neighborhood.  Many times I would go to his house when the band
was practicing in his garage.  I heard their first hit song, "Kind of a
Drag" long before it hit the charts.  As a matter of fact, later this month
it would be released, I had heard.  Eventually, it hit #1 on the Pop Charts
and I was fortunate enough to hear it as it was a developing song.

      But, I digress.  We sat on the couch talking with Mr. and Mrs. Gill
for about five minutes before the girls came into the room.  As they walked
into the room, I about dropped.  There was Karen looking very nice.  Her
hair was hanging over her shoulders onto a black top that really showed her
growing figure.  But that is not what shocked me.  Along side Karen was her
girlfriend, Sherry.  Talk about a looker.  If I were straight that is one
girl I would have jumped at the opportunity to date.  Her hair was a
brilliant blond and her green eyes were very evident even from a distance.
Her figure is what could be described as "stacked."  Here breasts were
pointing straight out at us (just like Brandon did with me most of the
time) and she had to be at least a size forty-two.  I looked at Brandon and
he looked at me with amazement.  I know that Mr. Gill saw our expressions
and I saw a smile come upon his face.

      "Hi Bob," Karen said as she came over and gave me a kiss on the
cheek.  "This is Sherry."

      "Hello, Sherry.  This is my roommate Brandon," I managed to utter.
Brandon extended his hand to her, but she walked forward and gave him a
kiss on the cheek as Karen did to me.  I could tell Brandon was a bit
uncomfortable, not to mention embarrassed.  His face turned a deep red
which I know that Mr. and Mrs. Gill chuckled about.

      "We better get going," I said trying to break what was a tense
situation.  I took Karen's hand and we headed toward the door.  Brandon
followed suit, taking Sherry's hand as well.  When we got to the door I
turned to Mr. Gill asking him what time we needed to have the girls home.
I was hoping he would say early, but he said it didn't matter since this
was a special night.  However, he did mumble something about one o'clock,
so I took that as the girls curfew.

      We headed for the car and I opened the passenger door for Karen.
Brandon did the same for Sherry and we all got into the car.  I turned on
the ignition and noticed that Karen had moved closer toward me in the front
seat.  Looking at the rear-view mirror I could also see that Sherry had
moved right next to Brandon.  I could also tell by the expression on his
face he was very uncomfortable with this occurrence.  I started to make
small talk as we headed toward our old school where the concert was being
held.

      As we pulled into the packed parking lot, I noticed a lot of kids
that I had gone to school with.  This concert was specifically for our
school, since Nick had graduated from there.  I surveyed the crowd and saw
Blake, the guy that Brandon worked out with the day before and then to my
chagrin saw Terry as well.  I certainly didn't want to get to close to him
after what had happened during practice.  I grabbed Karen's hand and we
headed to another entrance avoiding Terry, hopefully for the evening.

      We gave the usher our tickets and to my surprise, we were escorted to
the front row just below the stage.  I couldn't believe that Karen had
gotten such great tickets on so short a notice.

      "Wow, Karen, great seats," I whispered in her ear.

      "Well, thank Nicky for them, Bob.  He knew you were home for the
holidays and dropped them off for me yesterday making sure that I brought
you."

      Brandon turned to me to tell me they were great seats and I relayed
the information that Karen told me about how we obtained them.  He smiled
and then whispered into Sherry's ear the same thing.  She told him she knew
and turned away.  I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling she was not as
enthralled with Brandon as I was.

      A group I didn't know came out to start the show.  Karen told me that
they were kids from school, just starting up and being given the chance by
Nicky and Carl to show what they could do.  I looked closer and recognized
a couple of them from my class.  Actually, one of them, Jeff, I had been
intimate with a couple years earlier.  I certainly hoped he didn't see me
and remember.

      The group called themselves the Crickets.  Well, for that time in our
rock history that seemed appropriate, I guess.  As they ended their set,
the lights went down and the crowd began to clap loudly.  As they came up
again, there were the Buckinghams beginning to play the song I remembered
so clearly, "Kind of a Drag."  They were fantastic and I knew someday
(little did I know how soon) that they would make the charts.  In the
middle of the song Nick waved toward me and I waved back.  I had told
Brandon all about knowing them, but until that moment, I don't know if he
believed me or not.  I thought to myself, `why would I lie' but dismissed
it as quickly as it came to mind.

      The last song was "Susan" which was destined to be another one of
their top hits.  They received a standing ovation, for what reason I don't
know because we all were pretty much standing during the entire concert,
clapping and dancing at our seats.  They left the stage and the crowd was
still going wild.  They returned for an encore, playing another song soon
to be a hit, "Hey Baby, They're Playing Our Song."  When they finished,
Nick knelt down toward me and told me to meet them at the back of the stage
door and he would have passes for us.  I smiled and told him we'd be there
as soon as we could.

      "What did he say," Brandon asked loudly.  I told him and he seemed
astonished.  We waited till the crowd thinned and then headed out the side
doors.  Having been part of the crew for a couple of musicals that we put
on when I was a student there, I knew the back entrance and how to get
there without being to obvious.  We headed out the door, which lead to a
hallway inside the school.  We went to the back door, stopped by security,
but when I gave them my name, they stood aside and opened the entrance way.

      Once inside I saw Carl, who I knew, but not that well.  He recognized
me, however and called to Nicky.  Nick came over and hugged me then Karen.
I introduced Brandon and Sherry to him and he shook their hands.  He led us
into a dressing area and asked if we wanted something to drink.  We all
said yes and he handed Brandon and me a beer and the girls a coke.  I was
surprised that he had beer at the school, but decided what the hell and
rank it.

      We talked for a while as he introduced the others to the rest of the
band.  I knew them from watching their practice, but not as well as Nick
and Carl.  Karen was really into the `groupy' thing, even then from what I
could see.  Brandon seemed to really get off on being with a band that had
made a record.  Sherry, on the other hand, I could tell was really bored.
I pulled Brandon aside and he agreed with me about her reaction.  I thanked
Nicky for the passes and told him it was nice seeing him again and wished
him success with the record that he told us was coming out later that
month.  I told him we had to get going, not only to get the girls home, but
that we were leaving early the next morning back to school.  He hugged me
again and we all proceeded to leave out the back door.  We headed to the
now nearly empty parking lot, found the car and got in.

      "Hungry?" I asked everyone.  They all nodded and we headed to a
favorite restaurant of mine.

      When we got there we were seated quickly and ordered.  We talked for
quite sometime before our meal arrived.  Karen put her hand on my leg and
kept rubbing it back and forth.  I looked over at Brandon and he smiled,
knowing what was happening.  Suddenly he jumped.  I gave him a quizzical
look.  He moved his eyes towards his crotch and I realized that Sherry had
just grabbed him.  I saw Brandon put his hand under the table and I assumed
he had grabbed her hand to stop her.  But as time went by I realized that
she had not stopped, but used her other hand to guide his toward her leg.
I chuckled to myself, but that didn't last long as Karen noticed what was
happening and her hand moved closer to my crotch and eventually she laid it
right on top of my dick.  I just looked at her and smiled, not wanting to
cause a scene.

      Luckily, our food came about the same time which brought all hands
above the table.  More small talk took place as we ate.  As we finished, I
took out the money my dad had given to me, paid the bill and headed toward
the car.  It was only eleven-thirty and I knew that Karen expected us to
stay out until the curfew that her dad had mentioned.

      "So, what shall we do?" I asked with trepidation.  Karen turned to
me, kissed me and whispered into my ear "the Hill."  I was afraid of that
all night and now she asked.  The "Hill" was exactly what it sounds like, a
hill overlooking the forest preserve near our home.  I don't' think I need
to tell you what normally happened at the "Hill."  It was a well known
make-out area and I knew not only would we have to be there a while, but a
lot of my friends from my old school would probably be there as well.

      I looked into the mirror and Sherry was all over Brandon.  I felt a
twinge of jealousy, but realized that I expected something like that when
we knew we were going out on a double date.  I asked the two of them if
they wanted to head for the "Hill" as Karen suggested and Sherry jumped on
the idea.  Brandon just rolled his eyes as he said yes, very nonchalantly.

      As we got up to the "Hill" it wasn't as busy as I expected, although
there were about fifteen cars parked.  I noticed Terry's car, which
petrified me to be honest.  And, I saw a couple of other cars I recognized
as well.  We pulled in between two cars rather than go to the end.  I
really didn't want to be that secluded with Karen and Sherry.

      Karen snuggled up to me and again placed her hand in my lap.  Usually
when I had a hand on my dick I would get an instant erection.  However, I
was a bit surprised that nothing really happened.  Looking back I guess I
shouldn't have been surprised, but even with a girl, at that age I would
have thought I would have some reaction.

      In the mirror, I noticed that Sherry had her mouth plastered on
Brandon's.  His arm was around her, but not holding her.  Her hand was
rubbing his crotch and I wondered if he was having the same non-reaction as
I was at the moment.  My question was answered when I heard an "Ummm,
nice," from Sherry.  I gather that Brandon was a typical 15-year old and
had gotten hard with her stimulation.  As I watched I could see that they
were kissing rather passionately and again I felt a bit jealous.  I knew
deep down in my heart that I wouldn't loose Brandon, but anyone kissing him
would have made me feel the way I did at that moment.

      Karen grabbed my face and turned it toward her.  "Al right," she said
rather annoyingly, "what gives, Bob?"

      "What do you mean, Karen?"

      "You're watching Sherry and Brandon make out but are ignoring me."

      I did realize what I was doing and actually felt very bad.  I turned
toward her and smiled.  I placed my lips on hers and we began to kiss.  She
attempted to push her tongue into my mouth, wanting to French-kiss.  I
opened my mouth and let her in and imagined that it was Brandon kissing me.
With that thought, I was able to return her affection, but having to close
my eyes to maintain the image.

      I heard Brandon's breathing get a bit shallower.  I knew that sound
rather well.  It meant he was near an orgasm.  I know that Karen heard it
as well and knew what it was as she looked back toward the two of them in
the back seat.  She smiled and began to move her hand more rapidly over my
crotch.  "Can I play with you?" she asked.

      "If you really want to, Karen, it is alright," I answered positive I
didn't sound to thrilled about it.  I reached down and opened my zipper
giving her better access to what she wanted.  She put her hand inside my
pants and fumbled to get into my jockey shorts.  She took her other hand
and grabbed mine and put it on her left breast, closet to me.  I had felt
her up before so I knew what to do.  This, however, was the first time that
she touched my penis.  The first, and last, time that we attempted to have
sex, she didn't want to touch it, but did want me to play with her pussy
and put my dick into her.  That is a story for another time, but suffice to
say it was a disaster, being the first attempt at male/female sex for me
and her both.

      She found her way under the flap in my underwear and grabbed my cock.
I was half-hard and that seemed to both shock and disappoint her.  However,
she managed to pull it out of its confines and wrapped her hand around me.
She began to slowly stroke it making it a bit more erect, but it never did
reach anywhere near what it normally did when I was sexually excited.  As
she played with me, trying to jack me off, I looked in the mirror and saw
the same scene being enacted by Brandon and Sherry.  I noticed, to my
pleasure, that Brandon was nowhere near as hard as he could get.

      Playing with Karen's tit did nothing to enhance my erection, that is
for sure, but seeing Brandon being stroked by Sherry did.  My cock began to
harden more (still never getting to full erection) and I heard Karen hum
with excitement as she thought it was her making my dick fill with more
blood.  Looking down at her once in a while my biggest fear was that she
might just go down on me and try to give me a blow job.  However, I should
have known better remembering her fear of even touching my dick during our
first encounter.

      Suddenly I heard a moan from the back seat.  I looked in the mirror
just in time to see Brandon shoot a very small load for Sherry.  That took
me over the brink as well as I began to ejaculate.  Neither Brandon, nor I,
shot nearly the type of load that we did with each other, but both of us
seemed to please the girls.  After I came, Karen moved my hand from her tit
to her groin, lifting her skirt for me to rub her pussy.  She whispered in
my ear not to go under her panties but just to rub her to help her get off.
I obliged!  After all, appearances here at home were important and I knew
that word would get around that she got me off and I did the same for her
-- as well as her girlfriend and my now believable roommate.

      Both Karen and Sherry began to breathe heavily as Brandon and I
rubbed their clitorises underneath their panties.  I smiled at Brandon in
the mirror as both the girls were too far out of it to see us looking at
each other.  Sherry got to orgasm before Karen did, which was evident with
her moans and screams.  Brandon was usually loud, but this girl was
unbelievable.  I could tell when I saw the cars on both our left and right
look over.  Both the guys and girls that looked gave a knowing smile and
then returned to their own pleasures.

      Shortly after Sherry's groans and moans were done, Karen began to
tighten.  I apparently had succeeded in bringing her to orgasm as well, but
her reaction was much different.  She held back any loud screams or
verbalization.  Instead I could tell by how she tightened all her muscles
and literally trapped my hand on her pussy.  I continued to rub, slowing
down as I thought that her cumming would be just like Brandon, where she
would be sensitive and want me to slow down.  I was wrong!  Instead, she
grabbed my hand and began to assist me to rub even quicker and quicker,
providing her with what I later found out were multiple orgasms.  Being a
male that concept was not in my sexual repertoire.

      I looked in the mirror again and saw Sherry again kissing Brandon
very hard.  As her orgasms subsided, Karen came up to my mouth and we began
to make out, again.  She took her hand and grabbed my penis again squeezing
as we kissed.

      Karen the broke our kiss and looked at her watch.  "Oh, Shit!" she
exclaimed.  "We are going to be late, damn it!  We better get home, Bob or
my dad will kill us."

      I looked at my watch and it was nearly one o'clock, her curfew.  I
pushed her up, put my cock back into my pants, zipped up and started the
car.  I backed up and started heading for her house.  As we drove, both
Karen and Sherry began to primp themselves so that her dad didn't know what
had happened.  Both of them were decent as we pulled into Karen's driveway.
I got out and walked around to the passenger's side.  I opened both Karen's
door as well as the back door.  Sherry slid out followed by Brandon.  I
looked down and saw that Brandon's zipper was open and used my eyes to tell
him to zip up, which he did.

      We walked the girls to the door and gave them each a good night kiss.
I thanked Karen for a good night telling her I'd see her if time permitted
during Christmas vacation, knowing that there would be no time since we
would be going to Brandon's for the holidays then down to Florida.

      The door opened and Mr. Gill was standing there looking at his watch.
"Glad you guys made it," he said.  "You have always been the model boy, Bob
and Brandon, I think you are as well."  It was exactly one o'clock.  I
sighed a sigh of relief.

      Brandon and I headed back to the car and go in, backing out and
heading toward my house.  He moved toward me, leaned over the steering
wheel and gave me a big kiss.  I reciprocated and continued to head home.

      "So, you're no longer a virgin," I quipped.

      "Nope, I guess not," he replied.

      "Brandon, what did you think?"

      "Honestly, it was all right, Bob, but no where near as pleasurable as
with a guy."

      I couldn't help but smile.  "I told you, didn't I lover?"

      "The weirdest thing, Bob," Brandon continued.  He told me that
although he wasn't hard, Sherry was able to get him off by him thinking of
me in the front seat and that my cock was out of my pants.  He said that
Sherry didn't have any type of grip on his cock, really not stroking him
like he needed.  "But, I did cum, which I guess was what she wanted."

      "Yes, that is definitely what she wanted and from what I could tell,
you got her off too."

      He smiled and nodded his head as we turned into my driveway.  I shut
off the car and turned to him.  I grabbed him by the back of his neck and
pulled his mouth toward mine.  I kissed him, hard!  My tongue dove into his
mouth as began to battle his.  He grabbed my head and held me as close as I
was holding him.

      Suddenly the back yard light went on and we broke apart.  I was
scared as hell that mom or dad saw us and were going to know about our
relationship.  Instead, as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw Mikey at the
door, apparently waiting for us to get home.  He waved and I saw a big
smile on his face as he opened the door.  Brandon and I got out of the car,
locked it and headed into the house.

      Mikey looked over both of us.  "So, you both got something tonight, I
see," he said.

      "And what makes you think that?" I asked.

      "Well, let's see here.  Your shirts are out of your pants.  Your
zippers are both only half way up and that stain on Brandon's pants tells
all."

      I looked over at Brandon and he looked at me.  We both laughed as we
grabbed Mikey and began to each hit him on his biceps.  Then we stopped and
hugged him, grabbing him toward us and kissed him on his cheek.

      "Time for bed, then, right?" he asked.

      "Damn right," I answered.  "We have an eight o'clock bus back to CBS
tomorrow and we still have to get packed."

      We hustled up the stairs to our room.  As we entered, even with the
lights off, I saw somebody in one of the beds.  I turned on the light and
much to my amazement there was Justin leaning on his hand with the covers
over himself.

      "What in the hell is this?" I turned and asked Mikey.

      "Well, Justin's parents had to go to the hospital with his
grandmother and they asked if Justin could spend the night here," Mikey
responded.  "So, I guess I have someone to sleep with tonight!"

      I grabbed him and kissed him again. This time I rammed my tongue into
his mouth as my hand went down toward his crotch and I groped him.  He did
the same to me and we began a tongue war for about two-minutes.  Brandon
stood next to both of us with his arms around us, one hand on my back and
one on Mikey's ass, rubbing it as I was playing with his dick.  We broke
and looked over at Justin.

      "You treat my brother well, Justin. You hear me?"

      "Like I did to you, Bob.  Like I did for you."

      Brandon headed for the bathroom as I began to undress.  Mikey took
off his shorts which he was wearing and I noticed he had nothing
underneath.  He and Justin must have already been enjoying themselves, I
remember thinking.  I looked over at Justin, walked toward the bed and
grabbed the covers pulling them off of him.  Sure enough, there he was
naked and hard.  I looked at his erect penis and remarked how much he had
grown since the last time I saw it.  He smiled knowing that he had indeed
gotten bigger.

      As Brandon came into the room he saw this site in front of him.
"Starting without me?"

      I ran toward him and jumped into his arms.  We fell to the ground
then heard a knock at the door.  Since Brandon and I were both wearing
clothes, it didn't bother us, but Justin quickly pulled up the covers and
Mikey slid into the sleeping bag on the floor next to the dresser.

      My dad opened the door seeing Brandon and I wrestling on the floor.
"Okay, you two.  You have an early bus and better get to sleep.  I see you
woke your brother and Justin, huh?  Well, you and Brandon might have to
sleep in the same bed tonight, Bob, with Justin staying if that is alright
with you."  I feigned disappointment with that, but said it would be all
right for tonight.

      As dad left, Brandon grabbed me and kissed me.  "Alright?  Is that
all?"

      "Yea, I'll put up with you I guess.  But right now I have to piss,
let me go!"

      I ran into the bathroom, relieved myself then came back into the
bedroom totally naked.  Brandon was already in bed and I snuggled up next
to him.  I turned to him.  "I love you Brandon, more than ever."

      "Tell me something I don't know, Bob," he said kiddingly.

      Mikey got up from his sleeping bag and went to lock the door.  I'm
glad he did because morning came very quickly when we heard mom knock and
tell us to get up and ready.  As I awoke there I was, my arm around my
lover, his head on my chest and his hand resting on my morning wood.

      I looked down on the floor and there was Mikey with his arm around
Justin holding him close.  His other hand was grasping Justin's morning
hard-on as Justin had Mikey's in his hand.  I am certainly glad that Mikey
had the fore-thought to lock the door.  I think mom would have had a
cardiac arrest if she walked into that scene.

      I got out of bed quickly and ran to the bathroom, took a pee and
turned on the shower.  As I stepped into the shower and closed the curtain
I heard the door open.  I assumed it was Brandon and I told him to join me.
As I was washing my hair, my eyes covered with soap, I felt him getting
into the tub.  The next thing I felt was a warm mouth on my hard cock.  As
I washed the soap from my eyes and looked down, there was Mikey doing a
superb job on my cock.  Unlike what might have happened earlier in the
week, I just leaned back and rested myself on the shower wall as he brought
me to orgasm.  I held his head tightly assisting him by thrusting in and
out of his mouth as his hands rolled my balls and his tongue licked the
head of my cock.  As I came, I thought how much more enjoyable this was
than what happened with Karen the night before.  I truly knew at that time
that I was gay!

      I pulled Mikey up toward me when I finished shooting my load and
kissed him.  Our arms were wrapped around each other holding each other
close.  I looked down at him as we broke our kiss and told him I loved him.
I told him that we weren't only brothers, but closer, much closer than ever
before.  He agreed with me and kissed me again.  I asked him if he wanted
me to help get him off, but he said that he didn't.  He told me that he and
Justin had both cum about four times before Brandon and I got home.  He
added that they also got off earlier in the morning before Brandon and I
woke up.

      "You know something little bro?" I started.  "You are even hornier
than I am I think!"  We both laughed and heard someone else laughing on the
other side of the curtain.  As we opened it, there was Brandon standing
there waiting to get into the shower.

      "Can I use the shower now," he asked.

      "Why didn't you just come in?"

      "I didn't want to interrupt that beautiful brotherly scene that you
guys just had."

      I laughed.  "Well, you know you could have joined?"

      "Sure, but I have you for the next 3 weeks to myself, and I wanted
you and Mikey to have one last fling before we left."

      Mikey grabbed Brandon and kissed him saying thank you in the one way
he knew Brandon would accept.  He and I got out of the shower and let
Brandon take his as we went into the bedroom.  Speak about being a horny
guy, we walked in on Justin beating his meat, looked at each other and
giggled.  Mikey and I went about getting dressed as Justin finished what he
was doing.  When Brandon got out of the shower, Justin got up and took his
shower as he was a mess with not only the load he had just shot, but the
dried cum he had on him from the numerous orgasms he and Mikey had had the
night before.

      We heard my dad yelling that it was time to go as Brandon and I
finished packing the last of our things for the trip back to school.  We
grabbed our suitcases and dragged them down the stairs to the kitchen.  Mom
had our breakfast already on the table as we sat and gobbled it up.  We
both thanked my parents for a great week and Brandon thanked them for
letting him come and visit and share the holidays with them.  They both
hugged him and told him that anytime he wanted to come to their home he was
welcome.

      "After all," my mom began, "you and Bob have a very special
friendship I can tell."

      My dad gave a knowing acknowledgement to what she said.  It wasn't
until about thirty-two years later that I realized that parents know their
children a lot better than their kids realize.

      When we finished breakfast I ran up to Joe's room and knocked on his
door.  I didn't get an answer, but I certainly didn't want to leave without
saying good bye to him.  I opened the door and went over to the side of his
bed.  I looked down and saw my little brother sleeping like I remembered
him when he was a baby.  I didn't have the heart to awaken him and just
leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

      With that, however, he opened his eyes, saw it was me and grabbed my
neck.  He kissed me back.  I told him I was leaving and would see him for
Christmas break.  He mumbled that he loved me, turned over and went back to
sleep.  Oh, I thought, to be able to do that again.

      Again I heard dad calling me telling me that we had to run.  I closed
the door and nearly fell down the stairs rushing to leave.  I gave my
mother a kiss goodbye and we headed for the car.  Brandon had already taken
our luggage and put it in the back seat, forcing my dad, me and Brandon in
the front seat.  It was a short ride to the bus station and my dad told us
to behave ourselves at school, to enjoy the wrestling practices and meets
that were coming up and to be sure to watch our weight.

      He concluded by telling Brandon and I that we were now going to be
looked up to by our teammates with our captain roles being announced.
"Don't do anything that other might get confused over, you two," he
continued.  "People talk and you certainly don't want anyone not to respect
you for the athletes that you obviously are."

      Brandon and I looked at each other not knowing exactly how to take
what he had just said.  But before we could go into it any further we had
arrived at the bus station.  We gathered our things and had to run to catch
the bus back to school.  It was already boarding and we almost missed it.
We threw our luggage into the compartment; I hugged my dad goodbye as
Brandon shook his hand and again thanked him.  We turned and got onto the
bus, looking for a couple of seats together.

      "Over here, Bob," I heard someone say.  As I looked over, there was
Jeff, the guy that I met on the way home a week before.

      "Hey Jeff," I said.  "I didn't know you were heading back today as
well," I added.

      "Yep, I am, Bob.  I guess that this is your co-captain Brandon, huh?"

      "Oh, yes, sorry.  Brandon, this is Jeff, Jerry's brother."

      Brandon extended his hand toward Jeff.  "Nice to meet you.  I should
have known, you look like Jerry a bit," Brandon continued.

      "I saw the two of you running for the bus so I saved you these two
seats here, guys."

      "Thank you Jeff," I answered.  "Hope you had a good holiday and a
good wedding."

      He told us that the wedding was very nice and that everyone got
bombed as they usually do at a wedding.  We talked about our vacation and
just made some conversation as the bus drove out of the depot and headed
west.

      I so wanted to put my arm around Brandon and hold him close, but I
wasn't sure about how others on the bus would take that, especially Jeff.
Although I had my suspicions about Jeff, I certainly didn't want to out
Brandon and me to the brother of a team member, especially after what dad
had said.  All I knew was that the last week had been fantastic.  Not only
was I able to spend it with the love of my life, but my relationship with
my brother grew to that next level, one which I never anticipated it
getting to.

      As the bus rolled down the highway, our conversation diminished and
finally ended.  We all laid our heads back onto the headrest and closed our
eyes.  For the remainder of the 4 ½ hour trip, not much was said.  As I
drifted off into a light sleep I couldn't help but dream of what it would
be like to finally be back in our own room back at school.  How I wanted to
just hold Brandon close to me, hear his heart beating, feeling his body
head next to mine and smell his boyish odor.

      As we felt the bus slow down, Brandon and I both knew it was time to
gather our things as best we could.  Just a few more minutes and then a
five minute walk to our dorm and we would again be alone.  I squeezed his
thigh as he was still asleep and awoke him.  He looked over at me and
smiled.  I knew that he, too, couldn't wait for that time when he and I
would again be at OUR home.


NEXT: BACK TO SCHOOL AND ONTO THE MATS


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