Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2011 06:13:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Doug Smith <das11111@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Move, Chapter 37a

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Chapter 37a

I woke up feeling much better Saturday morning. I was still sore but
overall I felt pretty good despite being covered with bandages.  It seemed
each day was a little better. That made me feel optimistic.  Hopefully
things would continue to improve and I could really go home Monday as
planned. That would be good because lying in a hospital bed is really
boring, especially when you're by yourself.  Oops, that doesn't sound
right. I just mean when nobody else is around but come to think of it lying
in bed alone is pretty boring too. I wish I was home. I might still be
lying in bed but it would be my bed and I wouldn't be alone.

I had another problem too. I was horny. No, that isn't right, I was very
horny. Very, very horny in fact. I missed Josh.  Sure, he's visited, but
that isn't the same. There are usually other people around when he's here.
He pretty much just stands beside my bed. Sure, he holds my hand but that
isn't the same as lying in bed together. I miss that closeness and can't
wait until we can do it again.

Of course he's also been spending a lot of time with the Michaels. That's
understandable and I'm happy for him but I wish I was there for him.  He's
going through a lot. We really haven't had a chance to talk about things
but at least they seem to be getting along now.

I really want to feel him next to me though. It's not just the physical
closeness I want. It's the emotional closeness. It's amazing how close
we've become given how we were when we first met. Back then there was no
connection at all other than perhaps disdain. Now it's like there is a
direct connection. It's like we know each others thoughts without saying
anything.

The feelings I have when we're in bed alone are amazing. There is
contentment, ...and peacefulness, ...and love, ...as well as the feeling of
being loved. I'll never get tired of those alone times we share.

Of course we can't stay in bed all the time.  There is school and family
and friends and all kinds of other things that take time.  Maybe you need
those distractions to appreciate the time you have to yourself.  The thing
is even when we're with other people we're still connected. All it takes is
a quick glance and for our eyes to meet and we both feel it.  I see that
smile on his face or the shine in his eyes that nobody else gets.  It's
meant just for me. Even if it's just for a split second we both feel it and
it puts whatever is going on around us in perspective.

We both know when it happens.  We've talked about it.  At first I didn't
know it affected him the same way but it does.  We were lying in bed one
night and he said he had seen me look at him during class.  He said he knew
what I was thinking and it reminded him how he felt. We laughed about how
the looks I give him now are so much different from how they used to be.
Before he didn't understand why I looked at him and it made him feel
creepy. Now they make him feel good all over.

I really like the mornings we don't have to get out of bed right away. I
think they're the best time of the day.  They're so peaceful. Sometimes we
simply hold each other and get lost in thought.  We turn off the real-world
and focus on each other. We don't even have to say all that much.  We know.
We both know. Sometimes we'd just hold each other close, put our heads
together and enjoy being together.

Last weekend was one of those times. It was the last time we had been able
to be like that.  Sunday morning we woke up early. Nobody else was awake
and the house was quiet.  Every once in a while we'd hear a creak or a
crack as the temperature changed but that was pretty much it. We just
stayed in bed enjoying time together before we started our day.

Actually it was me who woke up early.  Josh was still asleep. We were both
on our sides and he was pushed back against me with my arm over his chest.
We had shared a few special moments the night before but had put our boxer
briefs back on for sleeping.  Sometimes we do that, sometimes we don't.  I
think we did it last night since we both had to go across the hall to use
the bathroom.

That was all we were wearing though.  Other than that it was his smooth
skin against mine.  His back was resting against my stomach and I could
feel his chest going up and down as he breathed.  It was slow steady
breathing, the type you have when you're asleep.  It was almost hypnotic.
I just held him close while he slept.

Of course I couldn't be content with that. After a while I had to kiss
him. I couldn't resist. I tried being gentle and only lightly kiss the back
of his neck and shoulders but even though I didn't want to wake him up, I
did. I just barely touched his skin with my lips too.  He must have been
ready to wake up anyway. You know what happened? He could have groaned and
said he wanted to sleep but he didn't. He turned over, our eyes met and he
had the brightest smile on his face. That made me smile as we both moved
our lips together.

"Good morning," I smiled.

"Good morning."

"It's early.  I'm sorry I woke you."

"I'm not.  I like waking up in your arms."

"I like you waking up in my arms too. That is unless I'm waking up in
yours. That's nice too."

He laughed. "That's pretty gay. You know that, right? Do you think Chris
and Ryan say stuff like that when they're alone?"

"I don't know. Probably. Maybe not quite the same but I'm sure they're
different with each other in private than they are even with us. Everyone
is. We are aren't we?"

"I really do love you. I can't remember ever being this happy."

"I can't believe how lucky I am."

"You can't? How about me?  I was resigned to waiting until I graduated
before finding someone. Even then I was pretty sure I'd find someone I'd
love but I wasn't so sure I'd find someone who loved me the same way in
return. That feels really good. I hope things are always like this."

"You know the best part about waking up like this?"

"What's that?"

"We have absolutely nothing we have to do. Everyone else is still asleep
and we can stay in bed. Just you and me. My parents are still asleep. Scott
is still asleep. We don't have anything to do until later. ...I don't even
have to get up to take a piss."

"Me neither," he moaned pulling me tight against him. "Did I tell you that
I love you?"

We didn't even have sex, at least not right away.  We did do stuff after a
while. We had to. Being like that eventually made us both horny as hell. It
would have been cruel to make Josh get out of bed in that condition.
Besides, there was no way I was going to pass on sucking his cock when I
felt like I did.

We didn't do that right away though.  Initially we just hugged and kissed
while we blocked out the world and focused on each other.  I can still feel
what it was like, his skin against mine.  Lying here, I can imagine his
chest going up and down and his breath blowing against my neck.  We were
completely and totally in tune with each other.  My leg was between his
legs which he had wrapped around mine.  Of course other things were
pressing together too.  That was probably by instinct as much as anything.
It just felt good.

Holding him felt great but feeling his cock pressed against mine was even
better.  We were both hard and even though we had our boxer briefs on the
warmth felt really good.  I can still remember how it felt.  His cock was
pulsing each time his heart beat and blood flowed through it.  Since mine
was doing the same it was like they were in tandem.  First his cock would
pulse and then mine would follow suit.  Each time we'd press tighter
together and try to pull ourselves into each other even more. The closer we
held each other the better we felt.

We alternated between kissing and grinding versus simply holding each
other.  We didn't even say much. That is if you don't count the moans when
we kissed.  We didn't have to.  We were both feeling the same thing. We
were lost in thought.  I didn't want those few minutes to end. I really had
thought I'd never feel that way about anyone after Aaron died.  Josh has
definitely convinced me that wasn't true.  In some ways being with him
might even be better than being with Aaron.  I was shocked the first time I
thought that. I felt bad but then realized it was because Josh is in the
here and now.  Aaron is in the past.

Unfortunately he wasn't here now. I really wished he was. I wanted to hold
him so bad.  My cock wanted to feel his pressing against it again too,
believe me.  Lying here I can imagine what it would feel like.  I can
imagine him whispering he loves me while giving me tender
kisses. Unfortunately he's not here.  I have to wait until Monday before I
can hold him like that.

I really enjoy the early morning sounds at a time like this. They're really
different from sounds you hear other times of the day.  I guess every time
of day has it's own sounds but to me morning sounds are the most peaceful.
Maybe it's just the expectations you have at various times. You're in a
different frame of mind in the morning than at night. I know I always feel
different Sunday night before school than I do on Friday night before the
weekend.  It's like you're conditioned to feel differently at different
times.

To me, morning sounds are more distinct. That's probably because there are
fewer of them and your mind only has to process one or two at a time.  Each
one gets more attention than it would at other times when there are more
sounds. Too many in fact. There are more people around and more people
means more sounds and more sounds means your attention is continually
shifting.

Early mornings are usually more of a quiet time that is occasionally
interrupted by a random sound as opposed to other times that are more
continuous noise interrupted by an occasional silence.  Early morning
sounds stand out, a car going by, a bird might sing, or there might be a
footstep somewhere else in the house.  You tend to hear them all and each
captures your attention.

Sometimes a sound will lead to other sounds. That car going by could be
someone delivering newspapers.  You'd hear the sound of the car driving by,
stopping to put the newspaper in the tube and then driving to the next
house. Eventually it drives off and it's quiet until the next sound comes
along. It stays like that until more people get up and and start their
days. Then it's like everything goes into high gear.

Right now it's quiet.  I'm just lying in bed, sometimes awake and sometimes
asleep, listening to the early morning sounds of the hospital. There is the
occasional voice in the hall, the sound of someone pushing a cart, or maybe
a sound from another room.  It's nothing like it is during the day. Then
there are more people and more sounds.  It becomes hectic.

Of course the missing piece is that Josh isn't with me.  Last weekend when
we were together we just held each other and kind of got lost in thought.
We obviously knew the other was there but we were in our own worlds
drifting in and out of consciousness. Occasionally I'd be distracted by
some sound or he would shift position and I'd be jolted back to
reality. Each time I smiled and just looked at him.  I'd study his face.
Of course it wasn't long before I felt the need to give him another kiss.

That would bring him back from wherever he was.  What a smile he had when
that happened.  I have it imprinted in my brain. I hope he always has that
smile for me. His whole face lights up and his eyes sparkle when we look at
each other.  He says my face does the same thing.  He says he knows I love
him because he never sees my face light up like that for anyone else.  Of
course that goes both ways. He only has that smile for me.

Sometimes I don't know why I deserve it but I'm not going to
complain. Aaron used to have it too.  Actually he still does.  I saw it
when I was in the 'in-between'. I woke up and caught him looking at me.  It
was the same smile he always had when we looked at each other.  Well,
almost the same smile.  There was also an obvious sadness.

Of course Josh and I don't always just hold each other when we're in bed.
We are horny teenagers. We're also horny teenagers who get to sleep
together.  Some mornings I'd wake up before him and sometimes he'd wake up
first. We'd always be close together but there again sometimes his back was
against my chest and sometimes mine was against his.

I remember this one time his back was against me, my arm was over his chest
and I could feel his breathing.  His chest was slowly going up and down
while he was curled up against me. I couldn't resist. He didn't have
anything on so I slid my hand down his stomach, wrapped it around his cock,
and slowly started to jerk him off.

I tried being gentle so as not to wake him but it didn't take long for him
to wake up. I was having fun. His cock made a fun toy. It just grew in my
hand.  He didn't wake up right away.  It was cute. When we was asleep he'd
let out this little moan and pushed back harder. I smiled, kissed his
shoulder and wondered what type of dream he was having.

I knew when he was awake though. He didn't say anything but his breathing
changed.  He just let me jerk him off.

"I know you're awake," I whispered.

"Mmmmm, I was just enjoying this. Besides, you seem to be enjoying
yourself. How come you can't do this every morning?"

"What were you dreaming about?"

"Phil," he laughed. "You know he and I are secretly lovers. We were under
the bleachers after a football game and he was showing me the softer,
kinder Phil."

"Yeah right, asshole. That's horseshit. Phil doesn't have a softer and
kinder side.  What were you really dreaming about?"

He rolled over and smiled.  "You really have to ask?"

"No, but I like to hear it."

"How about I show you," he smiled wrapping his arms around me and giving me
a kiss. Our cocks were saying good morning to each other too.  They were
rubbing together as we held each other.  That was all it took.  It was
another morning we didn't have to get out of bed.

Josh pushed me on my back and started kissing my chest.  He moved from one
side to the other running his tongue over my skin.

"Now this is the way to wake up," I moaned.

"You woke me up and I'm going to punish you for it."

"If this is punishment then I'll take more. Bring it on."

"I'm not done," he smiled sliding down between my legs kissing my stomach
along the way.  "I bet you think I'm going to put this in my mouth."

"That thought did cross my mind.  You still need practice you know.  I'm
perfectly willing to give you as much as you need."

"You give me plenty of practice," he smiled.  "I think I've got the basics
down."

"Why don't you show me what you've learned."

That's exactly what he did.  He started by licking around my head by
running his tongue across the opening.  I was already leaking precum and he
got some on his tongue, looked up and smiled.  Next he ran his tongue up
and down the length of my cock.  I wanted him to suck it but he had other
ideas.  Maybe that was the punishment he was talking about.  He just licked
my cock getting it nice and moist. Then he moved on to my balls.

I love having my balls licked and nibbled.  Josh knew it too.  He ran his
tongue all around my sac and gently kissed each side.

"You have been studying," I moaned.  "I hope you've just been doing some
online research and not any actual real-life investigation."

"Maybe I've been watching your videos."

"And you call me a perve but if this is what you learned then knock
yourself out."

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know you like this," he said opening
his mouth and swallowing my cock and I mean swallowing.  One shot and it
was gone inside his mouth.  He didn't even gag. It was like he'd been doing
it all his life.

"Oh God Josh. You have been studying. That feels really good.  Don't stop."

His only response was to put his hands on my ass and bob his head up and
down. He was really getting into it.  He had given me blowjobs before but
he was usually tentative, unsure of himself.  Not this time.  This time he
was going all out.  He sucked his cheeks against my shaft and then lifted
his head so that his lips were just on the tip of my cock.  Then he opened
his mouth and lowered his head back down until his lips were pushed against
me.  After that he bobbed his head up and down each time stopping at
different places. Sometimes he'd almost come completely off but not quite
while others he only came partway up.  He was really getting into it.  He
was doing anything he could to make me feel good.

I spread my legs when I felt him probing between my ass cheeks. We still
hadn't had that type of sex but that was something I planned to remedy as
soon as possible.  If my experience first with Aaron and now with Phil
taught me anything it is that life is fragile. It can be taken away in an
instant.  While that doesn't mean to go crazy I realized waiting for the
right time isn't necessarily the answer either.  Besides, feeling Josh
probe my ass while he sucked my cock felt fantastic.

What I did next was another first for us.  I put my hands on his head and
started thrusting my hips. I'd never done that with him before.  I never
wanted to push him. Other times when he'd given me blowjobs part of me
would always be conscious of the fact that he didn't have any experience
and I wanted him to go at his own pace.  Well, I definitely liked the pace
he had now.

He didn't resist at all when I held his head and started fucking his mouth.
He just held my ass and kept sucking.

"Oh Josh," I moaned.  "That feels so good.  Don't stop.  Suck me man, suck
my cock."

It didn't take long.  I could feel it.  That tingling feeling right before
you're going to cum. Usually I warn him but not that time.  That time I
grabbed his head harder and pushed in, deep.  He had me so fucking horny.
My legs were practically convulsing they were shaking so hard.

"Oh God Josh.  I'm going to cum.  Take it man.  Here it is.  Oh God, yeah
take it. Fuck this feels good."

It was fantastic.  On a scale of one to ten the orgasm I had that morning
was at least an eight.  I only give it that because I'm hoping there can
still be better ones even though I don't know how.  It was definitely one
of those toe curling, fireworks flashing orgasms you read about online.
Online they always seem like that and while all orgasms feel good they
aren't all toe curing, right?

Well, that one was.  When it was over Josh stayed where he was with my cock
in his mouth.  It didn't really soften but it wasn't as hard as it had been
thirty seconds earlier. When I had recovered I reached down and pulled him
up.

"That was fantastic," I smiled.  "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, I wanted you to do that.  You've let me do it and I know how it feels.
I wanted to do it for you."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Besides, now you can't give me a hard time about being
noisy. I'm sure all the neighbors know I just gave you a blowjob.  Let's
hope your parents are downstairs with the TV on."

"And that Scott is s a heavy sleeper," I smiled giving him a kiss. "Give me
a second and I'll return the favor."

Each morning was different.  Some mornings we just stayed in bed holding
each other and get lost in our own worlds. Some mornings we'd make out
without doing anything else.  Other mornings, like that morning, things got
more intense.  The thing I noticed was that Josh was becoming more
aggressive.  Not aggressive in a bad way and perhaps aggressive isn't the
right word.  Maybe more confident is a better word.

That was good. It showed not only between us but in how he was with other
people as well.  He wasn't cocky or anything but he definitely was more
assertive.  Chris and Ryan had commented on it once when Josh wasn't
around.  They said he'd always been self-conscious and kind of timid.  They
knew he was a good kid and they liked him but they always felt bad for him
because of his home life and how it affected him.  Now they don't think of
that as much when talking with him.  Now he's just one of the guys.

I had noticed it between us but thought that was just because we had gotten
to know each other.  I hadn't really thought about it with regard to other
people.  I was happy about it in general but really liked it when it came
to us.  There was no way he'd have given me a blowjob like that when we
first got together.  He was much more reserved back then.

Where his aggressiveness showed was in bed.  Sometimes when he was horny
he'd take charge.  He wouldn't just passively let me please him like I
wanted.  He'd make sure I knew what he wanted.  Not always but sometimes.

I actually enjoyed it.  I really do love him and to me that means his needs
and desires come first.  While we could practically read each others minds
there were times he would or wouldn't do something simply because it's what
he thought I wanted. That wasn't the case so much anymore.

That morning he took charge and gave me a great blowjob.  Other mornings
he'd want one and when he did he didn't wait for me to decide.  If he was
horny enough he had no problem sitting on my chest and feeding me his cock.
Maybe that's why he didn't mind me grabbing his head like I had done.  He's
certainly done the reverse.

I don't know which type of morning I like better.  The mornings Josh goes
kind of wild or the mornings we just lay in bed holding each other. Of
course regardless of which type of morning it is something happens that
causes the day to start for real. Last Sunday I was holding him against me
and he farted. I guess he really had become comfortable.  He thought it was
hilarious. We were spooning and his back was against me and he just
farted. It wasn't a smelly fart or anything, just a loud one followed by a
laugh.

"You're an asshole," I laughed.

"Sorry," he said feigning sorrow. "I guess it's time to get up."

"Was that your way of telling me?" I asked smiling.

"Haha, I told you I was sorry." he laughed starting to get out of bed.

I laughed and pulled him back.  "You in a hurry?" I gave him a kiss. Then I
rolled on my side pointing my ass at him and let one rip.  He not only
heard it, he felt it. I laughed when he pushed me away getting out of bed
and putting some shorts on before going to the bathroom. His ass was still
cute despite the noises that sometimes come out of it.

I laid there thinking Monday couldn't come soon enough. Thinking about Josh
farting made me laugh. I'd give anything to hear one of his early morning
farts right now.  I wondered what he'd say if when he asks if I missed him
I said I missed that.

I thought about what it would be like being home again.  Ninety-nine point
nine percent of me would want us to run upstairs and close my bedroom door
the second I walked into the house.  Of course we couldn't do that.  My
mother will want to play mother.  The two of us racing up to my bedroom and
closing the door would be kind of awkward, not to mention obvious.

Did I mention I was horny? I thought that was a good sign.  I considered it
another indication I was doing better.  Today was really the first day I
had woken up that way. That's surprising since I hadn't cum since Monday.
What's that, five days? Josh and I sometimes cum five times a day.

It's probably because it's a Saturday and nobody else is around.  Other
mornings I either slept late or someone was here when I woke up. I couldn't
very well do anything with my father in the room even if I wanted.  Even
with Jason it would have been awkward and he wouldn't have even cared. He
would just have given me shit if he saw my hand on my cock under the
blanket. The truth is I hadn't felt like it.

This morning was different.  I woke up early and just laid there listening
to all the early morning sounds thinking how horny I was.  My cock was so
hard it could have been the supporting beam for a high rise. If not that
then definitely for a circus tent.  It was certainly causing quite a tent
in the bed sheet.

I probably should have been embarrassed. People are in and out of the room
all the time.  I'm sure the nurse had been in to check on me earlier.  It
didn't bother me though.  In fact, I thought it was funny. I wasn't wearing
underwear and somehow I had pulled my hospital gown up around my waist. I
guess I wanted easy access in my sleep. My cock was pointing straight up
and since I was on my back it was obvious to say the least.  My cock was
definitely lifting the bed sheet.  I may not be as big as Ryan but it was
pretty easy to make out it's outline under the sheet. I laughed thinking
the nurse might have seen it and I tried to imagine she wrote in my chart.

I wondered if my hand was holding it like it is now.  For some reason
thinking it was made me smile even more.  The nurse usually on duty in the
morning is a grandmotherly type.  The thought of her seeing me holding my
cock while sound asleep amused me. Who knows, if I was in one of those half
awake states then I could have been stroking myself too.  I wouldn't be
surprised. I can picture myself dreaming with a smile on my face and my
hand around my cock.  I could have been talking in my sleep too.  Who
knows?

The funny thing was that I really didn't care. Normally I'd be embarrassed
if something like that happened.  Maybe it's the hospital.  You become kind
of desensitized to not having privacy.  I'm also sure the entire nursing
staff knows I'm gay.  It's not like Josh and I really hid it.  I'm also a
teenager.  We're expected to be horny.  I'm just living up to expectations,
right? I probably would think different if someone actually cared.  None of
the nurses seemed to think anything of it.  In fact a couple even went out
of their way to make me feel at ease.

I just hoped whatever the nurse saw, she didn't put too much detail in my
chart.  I know they let my mother read it, probably out of professional
courtesy or something.  The nurses are always taking readings. She might
have felt obligated to measure it and write it down.  I know, I was being
silly but I imagined her writing I had a seven inch hardon and was jerking
off in my sleep.  Alright, six and a half but she could have rounded
up. Either way I didn't really want my mother reading about it.

She hasn't seen my cock in years. I think the last time was when I was
eleven and I got hit in the balls with a baseball.  She went into full
mother mode and wanted to make sure I was okay.  She wanted to hold a cold
washcloth on it.  That was embarrassing.  Fortunately she let me do it.

I should have known something was up with Aaron back then. He didn't say he
wanted to hold the washcloth but he did look on with a lot of interest. I
had forgotten all about that until just now.  It's funny what random
thoughts can pop into my head.  I clearly remember Aaron sitting next to me
on the couch while I sat there crying.  What can I say, getting hit in the
balls hurts. Of course he laughed and gave me a hard time once he knew I
was okay.  A few years later I would have told him to kiss them to make
them better.

I really was bored.  Why else would I lay there contemplating when I had
put my hand on my cock. It was like I was solving one of life's great
mysteries.  Was it before I woke up or after? Since I don't remember
putting it there it had to have been when I was sleeping. Was it when I was
half asleep or had it been there all night? I didn't really sleep well.  I
think I was half asleep all night. Hopefully I didn't talk in my sleep too
much.

For some reason it just struck me as funny. Realizing I was hard and my
hand was wrapped around my cock slowly moving up and down was the first
conscious thought I could remember.  Before that I had to be dreaming. It
was like I realized where my hand is and that I was awake at the same
instant.  One second I was asleep dreaming about who knows what and the
next I was wide awake thinking about my hand around my cock. What really
struck me as funny was that I actually spent time thinking about it. I
really was bored.

It was raining and nobody was around. I could have turned on the TV but I
just listened to the rain hitting against the glass ...thinking. It was a
gentle rain and that seemed to make me more relaxed. I didn't really think
of anything important.  I mean I didn't solve any of the world's problems
or anything. I just watched the raindrops roll down the window and let my
mind wander.

It really wandered too. All these random thoughts kept popping into my head
and I'd forget where I was.  I probably kept drifting off to sleep.  One
minute I'd be watching the rain then I'd be thinking some bizarre
thought. Then I'd remember where I was and where my hand was.  One thing
that struck me was that each time it happened I'd move my hand only to have
it find it's way back to my cock within a few minutes.  I never actually
remembered putting it there.

I know it sounds strange that I didn't just jerk off.  Isn't that what most
guys would do?.  I imagined Chris or Ryan or Mike or Jason lying in bed
taking care of their morning wood. It wasn't hard to imagine each of them
jerking off. Even though I'd never seen Mike hard I had seen his bedroom.
I also saw his cock the night Phil left him in the park.  It was soft at
the time but I have a good imagination.  Of course I'd seen both Chris and
Ryan hard.  That was only a week ago when we were all in my family room
after the party.  I had seen Jason hard once too.  Well, I hadn't actually
seen him since he had his jeans on but I knew he was hard.  He knew I knew
too because he told me to stop looking at his crotch.  He was just
joking. He really didn't care.  He had come over after a date with Andrea.
All he could do was talk about how horny he was.

Maybe I shouldn't have been thinking about my friends jerking off but I
couldn't help it.  And to be honest I wasn't thinking of them all jerking
off.  I imagined Ryan sitting in bed giving himself a blowjob.  That was
amazing when he showed us he could do that.  I know if I could do it then I
certainly would.

You might notice I left Josh off that list.  There's a reason for that.
It's the same reason I'm not jerking off now.  It's not that I don't want
to.  Believe me I do.  I really do.  It's just that Josh said he wasn't
going to cum until we're together on Monday and he made me promise I
wouldn't either.  I didn't see the point but for some reason it was
important to him. I had to promise once he gave me that 'please, I really
want this' look.

Of course I wished it was Monday and I was with him.  It would have been
perfect being in this mood with him lying beside me. A rainy morning,
nowhere to go, lying naked in bed snuggling, just the two of us holding
each other close, our cocks rubbing together... Well, you get the idea,
right?  What could be better?

I smiled because the thought of me lying in bed with both Josh and Aaron
popped into my head.  Whether that would be better it certainly would be
interesting.  Hey, I was horny and it was an intriguing thought. My cock
definitely liked the idea.  It jumped as soon as it occurred to me.  Of
course it couldn't happen but think about it ...lying in bed snuggling with
Josh on one side and Aaron on the other, two perfect bodies, at least in my
opinion, pressing against me with the only difference being one is
circumcised and the other isn't.  I love them both with everything I have.
It wouldn't be like I was splitting my feelings between them either.  It
would be like having twice the feelings I have for each of them
individually.  Oh God, I thought.  Keep thinking like that and it won't
matter if I move my hand or not.

I guess I really was in a weird mood.  Normally I wouldn't even consider a
threesome.  I don't think I could stand watching Josh with someone
else. Some people can do it and not think anything of it.  They say it adds
excitement to their relationship.  That's not for me.  I'd feel like shit
inside if I saw him moaning with pleasure that someone else was giving
him. Fortunately he feels the same way.

The thought of a threesome with Josh and Aaron struck me as
different. Maybe I was being selfish because with them being brothers they
probably wouldn't do anything with each other and I'd be getting most of
the attention.  Also, it wouldn't have the same risk of screwing up Josh's
and my relationship.  I had heard of that happening. It starts out an
innocent threesome just for fun and it ends up destroying the original
relationship.  I doubt that would happen in our case, I mean even if it
could.

The more I thought about it the more intrigued I became. I knew it could
never happen but it did make me think.  Me? I was thinking about the sex.
What can I say, I was horny. I could certainly get into it. They're twins
and they're both hot.  How cool would that be? It's kind of like double the
fun.

From their standpoint I looked at it more as a bonding experience rather
than a sexual one. I really wasn't thinking of them having sex.  Having sex
with your brother is just weird.  It would just allow them to share a
closeness they never had.  The deserved that.

Okay, I know. I shouldn't think like that. They could share a closeness
without having sex with me at the same time.  What can I say? Didn't I say
I was horny, very horny?  I wonder if I should tell Josh I fantasized about
a threesome with him and Aaron.  I'm pretty sure he wouldn't see it the
same as me.  At first he'd probably be upset.  Then he'd probably call me a
perve but who knows, maybe he'd surprise me.

I smiled knowing it wasn't going to happen. Besides, Josh was plenty by
himself.  I'd be plenty happy if he was lying beside me in bed on a rainy
morning like this.  Of course it would be better in our bed and not a
hospital bed.  'Our bed,' I thought.  That sounds good.  It wasn't long ago
that it was my bed and Josh was just some kid who stole something from
Aaron.  I can't believe how stupid I was for thinking that. 'Two more
days,' I thought. Two long days and I would feel him against me again. I
wondered how many times I'd have to move my hand away from my cock in those
two days.

I could write a story about all the crazy stuff that went through my head
as I laid there and did what, play with myself? That's what I was doing
wasn't it?  I wondered if all guys did the same thing when they woke up or
if it was just me.  Do Chris and Ryan lay in bed stroking their cocks
before getting up? How about Mike or Jason? Do only gay guys do it or do
straight guys do it too?  I'm sure all guys do it.  Straight guys like
playing with their cocks too, don't they? After all, it feels good. It's
probably something imprinted in our DNA.  At some point our hands discover
our cocks and it becomes automatic.

I'm sure every guy in the world instinctively puts his hand around his cock
to give it a few strokes while contemplating his day each morning.  I'm
pretty sure I do. I don't remember when it started.  I was probably a
little older than Scott.  I wonder if he has figured it out yet. He's
probably a little young but maybe I think that because I want to keep
thinking of him as that innocent little boy.  He may not be as innocent as
I'd like to think.

I remember the image of him standing naked in my doorway the day he was
suspended from school. I know I shouldn't think it, especially since he was
naked, but he is a cute kid.  He's going to make some girl or guy really
happy someday.  I kind of hope it is a girl for my parents sake. They
deserve grandchildren. Thinking about him like that did make me wonder if
he has discovered that little pleasure yet. It definitely won't be long if
he hasn't. One of these days his hand and cock will meet.

I had to force myself to think about something else since I felt kind of
dirty thinking about my eight year old brother's cock while I had my hand
wrapped around mine.  Of course I'd never do anything to or with Scott and
I'd kill anyone who tried anything with him. It bothered me that the image
of him standing naked in my doorway kept coming back.  Good thing it's
never happened before. I'll blame it on being horny.

I did know that I'd be a good big brother. I'd explain things if and when
he has questions.  I know Aaron and I had questions but we didn't have
anyone to ask.  I couldn't very well ask my father if his hand went
straight to his cock when he woke up in the morning.

Of course I didn't always put my hand on my cock.  Ever since Josh and I
had been sleeping together it was more likely my arm would be around him
and I'd be playing with his cock. I told you I liked to do it when he was
sleeping. He'd snuggle closer and I'd treat his cock like my own personal
toy.

I'm sure he knew what I was doing even when he was sleeping.  He'd always
snuggle closer.  He probably had some good dreams.  He smooth skin would be
against me.  His ass would be against my crotch and I'd gently kiss his
neck and shoulders. My cock was generally hard so it would either push
between his legs or between his ass cheeks.  That felt good. One morning he
woke up when he realized it was there and I think he really thought I was
trying to fuck him for a second.  He laughed once he was fully awake
however.

"Just watch where you're sticking that thing," he smiled.

He jumped when I pushed it harder against him. I was just teasing and he
knew it but it was funny.

"Soon," he said.  "I want you soon but not when we have to get ready for
school. I know nobody would know but I'd be worried everyone could tell I
got it from the way I walked."

"Maybe it would be because my cum leaked from your ass and made a wet spot
on your jeans," I smiled.

"No way," he laughed. "You're wearing a condom. I know what a slut you
are."

"You're not serious are you?  I will if you want but there's no need.  If
you want I'll get tested first.  I know Aaron..."

"Dan... I'm joking.  You and I will never have to worry about that. It's
you and me, right?"

I smiled.  "Well, there is Ryan.  Talk about walking funny."

"God, can you imagine? I guess I could take something that big with
practice but it's hard to imagine.

"I know.  Chris says he's not sure he can do it."

I smiled when I remembered I was in the hospital and my hand was, well my
hand was back around my cock.  I must have fallen asleep.  I had just been
lying in bed talking to Josh.  That had to have been a dream. I remembered
the conversation but it hadn't just happened.  Thinking about it definitely
felt good but I really did have to stop. I could feel pre-cum leaking from
my cock. It wouldn't take much to send me over the edge right now.

I also realized I had spent the last hour contemplating whether all guys
are like this in the morning. I thought about doing a survey and publishing
the results. I could post questions to various forums and get a
consensus. I know, I was being silly but like I said, I was bored and
horny.

It was all Josh's fault too. Okay... that isn't entirely true but it didn't
help when he got me all worked up and then wouldn't do anything about it.
He did that when he and Jason were here.  He was such a tease.  He knew
what was on my mind but all he'd do is smile.  He said he was horny too but
didn't want to do anything in a hospital room. He wanted to wait until I
got home. He laughed and said if he can wait then so can I. What's up with
that?

I asked him for a preview but he wouldn't.  He said he was too worried
someone would come in.  Jason even volunteered to guard the door.  That
just made Josh find other excuses.  The bed is too small. He might hurt
me. It wouldn't be romantic.  I told him I didn't need romance, I needed to
get off.  He laughed and said I was being a jerk.  He said he was just as
horny but wanted it to be romantic in our bed.  He had this image in his
head and it didn't involve a hospital bed. I told him it didn't have to
involve the bed. He could just stand there and I'd suck him. I was so horny
I'd cum without him touching me.  He just laughed and told me to suffer.

I could see his point but it kind of pissed me off.  I guess he was right
but I was horny.  I knew he'd be self-conscious with Jason guarding the
door.  I can also understand him wanting romance after everything that's
happened. Me being hurt, finding out about Aaron and the Michaels, it had
to be draining.  I know he wants to be held and feel loved.  I can
understand that. I guess I can wait the two days.  I have to anyway since
he made me promise not to even jerk off until I was with him on Monday.

He said he wasn't going to and he wanted me to wait too.  I couldn't
refuse. He knew it and I knew it.  All he had to do was give me that look
and I'd cut off my balls if he asked.  Fortunately he'd never ask for that.

The problem is now I can't jerk off so every time I feel my hand on my cock
I have to move it away and try to think about something else.  I thought
about doing it anyway.  I mean, he'd never know.  I'd definitely be
recharged by Monday. The only way he'd know is if he walked in and caught
me, right? That's what you'd think. That wasn't true though. He'd know
because I'd know and he'd be able to tell. 'Shit,' I thought.

I wish I hadn't woken up so early. Nobody was around. My parents had some
things to do and Josh and Jason wouldn't be back until later.  Josh was
probably still asleep. I thought about him sleeping with Scott. That made
me laugh.  Josh has been going out of his way to make sure people knew he
could be trusted with Scott.  The funny thing is that nobody even
questioned it so all he got was shit when he mentioned it. Even my parents
gave him a hard time.

Thinking about it made me wonder how he liked sharing a bed with Scott.
Sleeping with Scott was... interesting.  I knew since he had slept with me
a few times after Aaron died.  He said it was because he was sad and missed
Aaron but I know it was because he knew I was upset.  He was trying to make
me feel better.  I remember being like Josh and making sure everyone knew
nothing would happen. My parents never said a word.

It was definitely an experience sleeping with him.  I'm pretty much a
passive sleeper.  Scott on the other hand tends to be all over the place
when he sleeps. We would wake up in all kinds of positions. One time his
feet were in my face. Another time I got up to use the bathroom and when I
go back I found him lying on his back across the bed with his head hanging
over the edge.  I don't know how he slept like that.  It had to be
uncomfortable. He was sound asleep though. I wondered if Josh experienced
anything like that.

Usually I was glad the hospital hadn't put anyone in the bed next to
mine. Some of the things Josh and I do or say, even with family around,
might not go over too well with some people.  Knowing my luck I'd get
someone from that church Phil's family goes to.  I still found it hard to
believe people can really think like that. Maybe saying not think would be
a better way of putting it.

I remember Josh joking when we drove by one Friday night and saw a bunch of
cars. There was a sign saying they were having movie night.  We joked about
what type of movies they show.  He said it couldn't be "The 10
Commandments" because they don't believe in them all or at least not the
same 10 as everyone else. In their case the 1st Commandment seemed to be
Thou Shall Hate Gays.

Nevertheless, it would be nice to have someone to talk to.  I looked at the
empty bed and more strange thoughts went through my mind.  I guess I was
bored.  I had never been in the hospital before. Do you talk with
roommates?  I mean, you're both there because you're sick or something,
right?  Nobody wants to be there so what kind of conversation would you
have?

I didn't really want to hear about some stranger's problems.  It would
probably just be a conversation about how you don't want to be there.  It's
not like I'd know the person or would ever see them again.  Maybe I just
don't see a hospital as a place to be friendly.  I don't know, maybe I'm
just antisocial but it seemed strange to me.  I know it's a stupid thing to
think about but like I said I was bored.

'Yeah,' I thought. 'It's probably a good thing I don't have a roommate.'
The room gets pretty crowded when everyone shows up.  Plus with people
talking I'm sure we'd disturb whoever was unlucky enough to have to put up
with it.  I'm also sure that if they had given me a roommate then some of
the conversation would be different.  I probably wouldn't tell Josh things
like how I couldn't wait to be able to fully open my mouth so I could suck
his cock.

Thinking about that distracted me from my boredom but it only served to
make me realize my hand was either back or still on my cock. I had to stop
that because it wouldn't take much for me to cum.  I had promised after
all.  All I can say is he had better keep his end of the promise or else
I'm going to be really pissed.  He also better not do what he did last
night when he comes in today.  Last night he just stood beside my bed with
his crotch at eye level.

He was trying to have a serious conversation but all I could do was look at
the way his jeans fit.  You know how some guys look really good in certain
jeans?  You're walking behind them at the mall or they're sitting at their
desk and the way their jeans mold to their legs makes you smile?  You feel
that little surge of adrenaline.  You know the one I mean. Admit it. I
definitely felt that when Josh was standing beside me last night.

Maybe it's because I knew what was underneath but the jeans he was wearing
definitely looked good.  I couldn't take my eyes off him.  It made me horny
as hell.  I wanted him to pull it out right then so I could suck
him. Romance bullshit, I just wanted to open my mouth and taste him.  Even
with my jaw I wanted his cock in my mouth and for him to shoot the load
he'd been saving down my throat. I didn't care that I probably couldn't
open my mouth wide enough.

He wouldn't do it though.  I tried telling him it would be better medicine
than the IV they were giving me but he wouldn't buy it.  That's when he
told me he hadn't cum since I got hurt and made me promise as well.  He
just laughed when I told him to stop teasing then.  I don't know if he was
intentionally doing it or not.  Part of me thinks he was.  I already told
you how the jeans he was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination.  It
was definitely hard to have a normal conversation.

"You're a perve," he said. "I know what you're thinking.  All you've been
doing while I've been talking is staring at my crotch. I'm horny too you
know."

"I'm not the one who is wearing those jeans."

"They're the only clean pair I found.  Besides, they're yours."

"Tell me you're not wearing anything underneath."

"Would you stop, Jason will be back any minute. You might be able to hide a
hardon under that blanket but it would be pretty obvious if I was hard."

"Come on, tell me.  I'm thinking no.  Come on, let me see."

"Stop it.  If you must know I'm not.  You satisfied?  I need to do wash and
didn't have anything clean.  I took these from your drawer but didn't think
you wanted me borrowing underwear."

"I don't care.  You can borrow whatever you want."

He just shook his head and changed the subject which was good since Jason
came back from the cafeteria while we were talking.  I smiled since it was
obvious what we had been talking about. The outline of Josh's cock was
clearly visible in 'my' jeans.  Of course my cock was hard too but I had a
blanket over me.  Jason noticed and couldn't help giving Josh a hard time.

The three of us talked for over an hour until my parents and the Michaels
came in. We did clean up our act somewhat when everyone else was there.  I
mean I'd joke with Jason that I thought Josh's cock is beautiful but saying
that to my mother is not something she'd appreciate.

To Be Continued

Authors Note: I want to apologize for the delay in getting out this chapter
and to thank everyone who has written asking about whether the story is
continuing. I tried to respond to everyone but did get overwhelmed at times
and am sure I missed people. To answer the main question people have, yes,
the story will be continuing. Hopefully everyone will continue to enjoy it.
There may be more time between postings but hopefully not as long as this
one.  The main reason was that up until now everything that was posted was
written before I posted the first chapter. Posting new chapters was easy
because I only had to tweak what existed. Well, I caught up with chapter 36
plus summer and life got in the way.  Hopefully everyone will continue to
enjoy the story as we see what unfolds for Dan and Josh in the future.