Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 03:00:27 -0000
From: Rand * <mik_l@hotmail.com>
Subject: "November Thanks" HS (t/t)

My thanks to all who continue to encourage me and especially to J.O.
Dickingson
(Brewster Boy stories in the Incest Section).


November Thanks


The ground is cold and hard.  That one-week of cold weather sapped all the
warmth absorbed during our hot summer.  The bark of the tree jabs my back
as the cold of the ground invades my butt and my feet.  I ought to be
miserable, but I'm not.

The sun is slowly spreading its red and yellow glow over the trees and the
stubble of dead grass and weeds.  The white wisps of fog follow the creek
bed and hover over the lower ditches and holes still holding some of
yesterday's rain.  Won't be able to hear that much, not with the ground
soaked and the leaves limp. My eyes dart the area looking for movement,
looking for my deer to show up.

"My ass is frozen and my toes are almost numb, hurry up Mark lets get a
move on."  My brother Bill is always impatient.  He and Jay, a friend from
school, are standing at the truck.  I know they have just gotten there,
otherwise the truck would be running and they would be in the cab warming
up.

"Well get the heater going dummy, what are you learning at college,
Bitching 102?"

Jay laughs and Bill shoots me the finger, brotherly love I suppose.  At one
time I idolized him, 5 years older, always taller and stronger.  Maybe I
still do cause I can't stay mad at him or even return his bitching in full
force, but I also want to challenge him.  Course now, I'm taller, probably
not as strong, but getting there.  At 6'3" I look down on him, but not
much.  He is fuller, more bulk, especially the face now that he sports a
moustache and goatee, something mother is not too happy about.

"What are you smiling about?" Bill asks as we pile into the truck.  He puts
the key in the ignition and starts the engine.  Cold air blasts us from the
vents as he revves the engine trying to hurry the heating process.

"Just the way mother looked when she saw your beard.  I've never seen her
lips thin so much trying to put on a happy face for Jay.  Good thing you
were with him Jay, otherwise he might have really got a talking to."  I
stretch my hands towards the vents hoping to feel some warmth.

"Is that why you brought me? Keep the motherly reaction down to a minimum?"
Jay laughs.  For a skinny, lanky guy, he has a deep voice.  It's a shock to
hear it coming from him.  He's sandwiched between Bill and me - his
decision, he said it made sense since he was shorter, which it did and
which he is, probably only 5'9".

Bill puts the truck into gear and starts turning around.  "Hell no, just
didn't want you to be alone on campus.  There won't be anyone in
Weatherford except the foreigners; you may be a Pollock and strange, but
you ain't a foreigner."

I look over at my brother, wondering if he is joking or if there is some
prejudice I've never noticed before.  Of course in western Oklahoma there's
not too much to be prejudiced against.  Liberals, city folks, liberals,
politicians, liberals, those cute but dumb Hollywood people who don't know
reality, liberals, but, maybe I repeat myself.  Nothing of a personal
nature, nothing right there that has a human face.  Well nothing they know
about anyway.  If they knew I was gay, well then, they'd have something
personal to despise.

I wonder just how much college is changing my brother.  Would I know? We've
never been close.  And Jay, or is it "J." standing for some Polish name?
Wonder how they became friends.

The air is turning warm and I start feeling just how cold I am as my skin
starts to "burn" as it warms up.  Can't be that cold outside, suppose to be
only in the lower 40's.

"Want to come back out later and check signs?  Maybe see if the deer are
active at one of the other sites?"

"Not me," Bill says. "If you and Jay want to fine, but I want to call some
people.  There should be a party or something going on tonight for us to go
to.  And the game starts at 2:30."

I know the "us" means him and Jay but that's fine.  I don't know his
friends anyway.  And that has been the pattern since he went off to school,
checking with friends and such, more time spent with them than with us. At
lest this year he's joined me out hunting.

Jay's the first to hit the shower. We always let the guest use up the hot
water.  Bill and I sit down at the kitchen table with our parents.  I've
got my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee - yes, I'd like a little coffee
with my milk please - letting my fingers leach the heat out of the cup, my
head bent over letting the steam wrap around my face.

"How was it?" my father asks.

"Cold, miserable, didn't see a thing," Bill responds.

"So, going out again tomorrow morning?" my mother asks.

"Course, gotta get my buck," Bill and I both respond.


The shower was great although the hot water didn't last long enough.
Feeling renewed, I head down stairs to the family room.  The TV is on, a
fire is blazing in the fireplace and Jay is in the recliner.  "Where is
everyone?" I ask.

Jay stretches and yawns, "Bill's in the shower, your mother went shopping I
think.  Maybe your dad too.  I didn't notice."  He rests his hands behind
his head and stares at the TV.

I stretch out on the couch.  Jay's T is short, leaving his stomach bare.
He's even more hairy than I am.  He's got sweat pants on so I can't tell
much more about him.  This is the first time I've really looked at him, at
least looked at his body.  Lanky is not the right term for him. Maybe wiry
would be correct.
  He doesn't have the muscles of a Brandon or even a Jason.  The fire casts
shadows over his bare stomach.  No, nothing like Brandon or Jason.

Brandon and Jason, neither one has said much to me since Halloween. Jason
seems too scared which is good.  He should have known better than to mess
around out in the open where someone could see.  And Brandon, I think he is
still pissed at me for doing something so stupid, even though I told him it
wasn't my fault.
  He just has this frown on his face when he sees me.

His hand is moving in little circles, brushing the hairs, then fingers slip
beneath his sweat pants.  I jerk my head up - "Sorry, just about fell
asleep, did you say something?"  Jay is looking at me.

"Hey, what are you watching?" Bill asks as he plops down. Without waiting
for a response, he picks up the phone and starts to dial.  I look back at
Jay but he has the remote, running through the channels.

There are 6 of us for Thanksgiving Dinner, my parents, Bill, Jay, my sister
and me.  Dad smoked the turkey breast, there is spinach salad, mashed
potatoes, sweet potatoes with the brown sugar & pecan topping, the green
beans thing with onion rings and mushroom soup, corn and jalapeno stuff
that's pretty good.  I'd hoped for something special though since we had
company.  Guess Jay didn't count enough to go to any effort.  For desert we
did have pecan and pumpkin pies as well as the chocolate fudge cake so it
wasn't a total loss.  The game however was.  Dallas just doesn't seem to
have it in them.  By half time I was in no mood to watch any more.

"Hey, let's go check out the deer runs, it's got to be better than this
game." I lob the comment out not caring who catches it just like an Aikman
pass.

"I'm too stuffed, and I need to make some calls.  You want to go check them
out Jay?" my brother asks.

"Sure, why not.  As long as we don't stay out too long." Jay looks at me
with a strange look in his eye.

"You have to drive, so I suppose we will come back when you are ready. I'll
go get my boots." I jump up from the couch and head to my room.

"Don't put them on in the house and be sure to take your gloves," mother
yells from the kitchen.

When I get to the door, Jay is waiting.  We walk out to the truck and climb
in.

"You'll have to navigate, I wasn't pay too much attention this morning.
Still waking up," Jays says, smiling.

"Sure thing.  We'll take the section road west a mile then back north for a
couple of miles."  I smile back then stare out the window at the barren
trees and the yellow grass.

"How did you and my brother get to know each other?" I don't know why I
asked, but I was curious.

"Same dorm floor last year.  We all got to know each other pretty well.
Hell, almost everyone on the floor last year requested the same floor this
year.  Only a couple of guys didn't make it.  Most of the rest are kind of
glad they didn't.  Thought those two were a little too different.  You
planning on going to Southwestern to start off?"

"Don't know, haven't thought about it. Sounds like you're planning on
changing schools soon?"

"Yeah, probably transfer to Stillwater.  Your mom's a prof there right?"

"Yep, a good reason for Bill and me to go somewhere else.  Has Bill said
where he might go?"

"Don't you and your brother talk any?" Jay laughs and I blush a little
thinking just how little Bill and I do talk.

"Hey, we're 5 years apart.  Not too much to talk about before and now he
really wants to hook up with his friends.  You got siblings?"

"Siblings, what a word.  Got an older and younger brother.  And, before you
ask, yeah, we are pretty close.  Think the first hand on my cock besides my
own was one of theirs.  Not that any of us are gay, but we didn't hide
anything from one another."

I glance at him.  He is watching the road and smiling.  Control, control,
must stay in control. This is my brother's friend. "So you and Bill play
around?"  You call that control?  What is my mind doing?

"HA" it is a barking laugh, even deeper than his normal voice.  "No, I
don't think your brother is the type who would enjoy sex with a guy.  And
most of what my brothers and I did was just hand jobs.  Just was nice to
have someone else's hand doing the work sometimes."

"You said most, what else did you and your brothers do?"  My voice is close
to quivering.  Would I do anything with Jay?  Would I have sex just to have
sex?  Well duh, but why was I disappointed in that answer?

"Since you're interested, we sucked each other off a couple of times.
That's it.  And, it has been a while.  We've all got girlfriends now."

"Oh, your girlfriend at Southwestern?" Did my voice show my disappointment?
Gee, I don't believe myself.  And what's that about 'since you are
interested?'  Does it show?

"No, she stayed back in Pennsylvania.  I'll see her at Christmas, just
couldn't afford a trip back twice in one semester.  But, all this talk is
making me hard."  His hand fell into his lap and squeezed his crotch.  "You
want to get it on?"

I jerk my head up and stare out the window. "Better stop up at that
turn-in."  Do I or don't I? What should I do.  I don't even know this guy.
"You want to suck my cock?"

"Thought we'd do each other, yeah.  But hey, nothing to get serious about
you know, just two guys helping each other out.  It's cool either way
dude."  Jay turns into the access road and parks the truck.  He opens the
door, "Well, come on."

My hands sweat inside my gloves.  I open the door and follow Jay into the
field.  The creek bed and the trees are an acre away.  An acre I walk in
silence.  What risks are there? Would Jay talk to my brother? Would we just
suck each other's cock and that'd be it?  Is that all I want, a cock
rubbing my lips, my cock inside his mouth? I'm getting hard, but I don't
know why.  I care about Jason, I care about Brandon and I'm getting a
hard-on walking with Jay who I don't know.

"Getting warm isn't it." Jay speaks as we start into the shade of the
trees.

"Well it was," I reply, "away from the sun it's still pretty cool."  I jump
slightly as his hand touches my arm.

"You better lead.  I don't know where you were staked out.  Bill and I were
up north a few hundred yards."

"Well, I was up there on that rise.  I'm thinking that the deer would be
coming from back in that patch of woods.  We should be able to see some
tracks if they are."

I start forward and hear Jay following.  I don't know how to bring the
subject of the blowjobs back up, or if I want to.  It's not like I need to,
but it would be nice.  Remembering his hand rubbing his stomach makes my
cock twitch.  Nothing wrong with playing around if he wants to, I mean I'm
not cheating on Jason or on Brandon; its not like we were going steady or
something.  Yet I know I'd feel guilty if either caught us.  Caught us,
sounds like I'm hoping it happens.

"See, here are some tracks."

"How old are they?"

"I don't know." I squat down to look at the tracks and eye where they lead,
where they come from.  "There ought to be more, probably on back in the
thicket some more."  Jay moves in close. I look up at him, "we should find
some more in there.  If we do, it means we didn't stay long enough this
morning."  He nods his head and looks towards the thicket.  I look at his
jacket, then his crotch.  The blue of the jeans has faded to an off white.
A mound seems to stretch off towards his left leg and there appears to be a
something encased in soft well- worn denim that might be his balls.

Standing, I let my hand brush against the mound.  "You still interested in
getting it on?"  My hand just swings back and forth grazing the jeans,
feeling the softness of the fabric and the growing hardness of the flesh
beneath.  I look down on his face and watch a smile form while his eyes
close and he leans back.

"Oh yeah."

Reaching out, I take his arm and pull him into the thicket.  It's too cold
to lay down or do much of anything so leaning against a tree, I unfasten my
belt and jeans.  Jay peals back my levis and pulls down the tops of my
shorts so my cock swings out.  Jay puts his hand on my cock giving it a
squeeze and a pump.  I shudder at the coolness of the air and his hands,
but my cock throbs knowing his hands are on me.  Another cold hand lays
flat against my stomach and starts to grind its way up my torso, pulling
hairs and forcing me into the bark of the tree.  Fingertips graze my nipple
and then circle, then gently rub across till the nipple is hard.  My eyes
are closed my mouth a gap and my head leaning back against the tree.

"Mark, this is nice.  You've got a nice body here guy.  Big cock, bigger
than either of my brothers, that's for sure."  Jay's hands never stop while
he talks, one hand pumping and squeezing my cock, the other pinching and
flicking my nipple.

"Dude, feels good, but its cold out, my cock needs some warmth. Take it
dude." I reach out, find his head and slowly push him down.  Opening my
eyes, I watch as the college kid takes my cock close to his mouth.  His
lips gently press on my cock head. His tongue licks and probes my piss
hole, licking the pre-cum, smearing it across the head.  Thrusting my cock
out I ram it against his face, smearing pre-cum and spittle across his
cheek.  His head pulls back.  I shudder when his lips enclose my shaft, my
cock head surrounded by the moist warmth of his mouth.  His tongue begins
to run underneath my cock as his head starts to bob back and forth.  He is
getting a rhythm and I flow with the music.

Jay's hair feels soft and thick as I massage his scalp riding his head as
it bobs.  My cock feels so warm, my nipples hard and my ass clenches as Jay
squeezes a denim covered cheek.  Jay's other hand still grasps the bottom
portion of my cock, pumping and squeezing as his mouth works the top.

Then my cock head is out in the cold November air.  Looking down I see Jay
staring at it, sticking his tongue out he flicks the head, then licks the
helmet running his tongue around and around.  His mouth opens and my cock
enters.  He sucks hard and pushes his head down taking all the cock to his
hand.  Sucking hard he pulls off slowly, working his tongue along the under
side.  Only the head is inside his mouth and his tongue is flicking and
licking and probing.
  I can feel my balls starting to pull up.  I feel the tingle starting deep
within.

"Suck it Jay, suck it. I'm getting close."

He starts bobbing his head running an inch or so beyond the head into his
mouth then back out.  His head is bobbing faster, I'm thrusting too,
pumping my cock in his hand, in his mouth.

I open my eyes and stare off at the creek bed.  There he stands, 14 points
at least, my buck, head raised and looking back toward me, poised for
flight.  I shoot, and shoot again and close my eyes shooting till my knees
weaken.


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Written as a response to a question on coming out, Marilyn of "Ask Marilyn"
said: "For all of us, loving and accepting who we are is the first step on
the road to happiness.  Living among those who love and accept us is the
second step."  I'd like to hear anyone's coming out story.
Mik_l@hotmail.com

thanks,
Rand
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