Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2016 19:58:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: JoshRJosh
Subject: Gay male incest  A brothers Love (2) part 16

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A Brother's love (2)    part Sixteen



Running home it occurred to me that it felt different being with Aaron than
with Jamie or with Sean.  I really liked Jamie and trusted him.  It was fun
sex, interesting sex, at the time a little scary and he was the person with
the ideas and guiding us along.  I was sure I would see Jamie again and
probably be friends with him, but if I never did see him again, I wouldn't
fall apart.

With Sean it was I being flirtatious and feeling more in charge of things.
I felt attracted to him but in more of a physical way.  Sean was more like
what I thought getting to know someone on a date would be like and deciding
if I wanted to go further emotionally.  I knew I didn't with Sean because I
was heading to UX if I was accepted and he was going elsewhere. If things
got fucked up in some way between us, no big deal except for the fact that
he could burn me with my father.

Aaron was different than them.  I loved Aaron.  And I always said it was
like a brother, meaning not sexually, but that was not entirely true.  Over
the years, I had looked at him sexually.  We hung around naked and he was
always nice to look at.  He was always so comfortable being naked.  It
scared me at first.  Like him I worried about an uncontrollable cock.  But
then we just got comfortable with each other.  And I was attracted to him
personally.  He was interesting in ways that other guys I knew were not.
He was smart.  I guess I was smart too, but different smart.  We took the
same classes and had very similar grades.  My high school GPA was higher
than his because I had straight A's in physical education.  He had B's and
C's.  But college only considered academic grades.  He had hobbies.  I had
swimming.  He knew literature and poetry like no one I knew.  He wrote
poetry.  And David was right, he'd never knowingly do anything to hurt me
and I felt the same toward him.

I had never before had to deal with loving him as a friend and being
attracted to him and seeing him as a person who might be attracted to me.
It scared me.  I decided I didn't want to think about it.  What we decided
was the best for both of us.

I decided that for then I did not want to have a boyfriend, have sex with
anyone who might become a boyfriend or even think about a boyfriend.  I
wanted to have emotionally safe sex and enjoy counting the days until
graduation and going to UX.

And I knew that leaving for UX in June was not going to be easy.  My father
was gearing up for a showdown.  He was in what I called `prick' mode.

I announced that semester finals were around the corner and that my time
was going to be taken up with school, swimming (I had two meets coming up),
running for my sanity, and studying.  My concern was calculus, advanced
English lit, advanced health sciences, and civic.

I said to my mother, "Aaron and I are going to review calculus going over
everything we've learned from the first day of class.  He and I are also
going to review all our English Lit.  Sean and I are going over health
sciences."

My mother said, "You're dad wants you here."

"They're studying here.  Aaron will be here all day Saturday and if we
don't get a lot done, he's staying until we get stuff done.  You'll have to
feed him or maybe he and I will take a break and go out for pizza or
Mexican.  Sean is coming here after church and staying until we get enough
done.  We only have three weekends to review everything and we're still
learning new stuff."

"Okay, we'll other than church we won't count on you."

"Good."

I had no doubt she would announce my schedule to my father.

We had a meet on Thursday.  Our team won.  I did well, but didn't better my
times.  I guess the two weeks away from the pool had its effects. However,
I did earn another blowjob from Sean.

There's never swimming the day after a meet.  Walking home from school on
Friday, Aaron received a call from his mother.  He listened and said,
"Yeah, open it."

He said to me, "I got a letter from UX."

I felt my stomach roil.  I watched his face as he waited, holding the phone
to his ear.  He smiled and then started laughing.  He looked at me and
said, "I was accepted.  I was accepted."  He hung up.  "You're letter has
to be at home."

"If Ireceived a letter," I said, fearing the worst.

"You got a letter.  Come on, let's go see."

I thought I'd throw up.  He wanted to rush to my house.  I wasn't sure I
wanted to get there.  "If I was accepted," I said.

"What do you mean if?"

"If I was accepted, it might not say anything about a scholarship or it
might say I was accepted and didn't get support."

"Come on," he said pulling my arm.

"Shit."

As I took a breath, my chest quivered.  I called David.  Voice mail.  I
left a message telling him that Aaron received his letter.

We got to my house.  "Did the mail come?" I asked my mother.

"Yeah, you got a letter.  It's on your desk."

I felt lightheaded.  Aaron pulled me up the steps.  He ran into my room,
grabbed the envelope and handed it to me.  I looked at it.  I shook my
head.  "You open it."

He tore it open.  He looked at me, unfolded that paper and started reading
it.  He smiled and then laughed.  "They're happy.  It says that they're
happy to inform you."

He laughed and handed me the letter.

"Scholarship?"

"Read it."

I read the letter.  Tears of joy blurred my vision as I tried to read
through the letter.  "Fuck, Aaron, I got a full scholarship, academic and
athletic.  I can't fucking believe this."

He hugged me.  "We're going to UX.  We're going to be roommates."

"I can't fucking believe this."  I laughed.  "We're going to be roommates."

"We're going to live with each other.  We should take some of the same
classes."  His voice was filled with excitement.  He had me by the arm and
kept shaking me as I stared at the letter.  "Josh, I mean we have to take
all those general education stuff.  We really should take them together.
We can study together."

I smiled and nodded still staring at the letter.  "See here, it says full
scholarship."

"Call David."

"I called.  He must be in class."

"What's his number?  Give me his number."  I did.  "Hey David.  It's
Aaron."

He said to me, "He answered."  He handed me his phone.

"I called you," I said.

"Yeah, I just got out of the pool.  I was just heading to the shower and I
heard my phone.  What's up?"

"I was accepted and full scholarship, academic and athletic."

"Oh wow, Josh, congratulations.  I knew you would.  Didn't I tell you that
you would?  Didn't I?  Fuck, Josh that is fantastic.  How many days?"

"Around 166.  David, it's real.  I mean it's in writing."

He laughed.

"Aaron was accepted too.  We're going to be roommates."

"Let me talk to him," he said.

I handed Aaron his phone.  He listened and smiled.  "Thank you, David.  I
can't wait."

He hung up.

"What did he say?"

"He said congratulations and that he was excited for both us to be there
and couldn't wait for us all to be together."

"We have to call them.  Is it to late?  Let's call."

We both made calls telling them that we received the letters and were
committed to UX."

Aaron and I went downstairs.  I said to my mother, "I was accepted to UX
and received a full scholarship."

"They let you know already?"

"Yes."

"Well I'm sure you'll get accepted elsewhere.  You can decide then."

"No, I just called them and told them that I'm coming."

"Why?  Maybe you can do better."

Aaron said, "But it's a top ten nationally rated university."

"So there are nine better ones."

"No, it's not number ten.  In our state it's the number one private
college.  And either number one or two ranked university of all colleges in
the state."

"Well there's a very good Christian college just an hour away.  You should
think about that," she said to me.  "It's a good college."

I just stared at her.  Aaron looked surprised and then nodded as I rolled
my eyes.  "Can't you be happy for me," I said.

"Oh I am, but you're dad thinks you can do better."

I walked Aaron outside.  He said, "Why don't you come and celebrate with me
and my parents."

"No, that's okay."

He stared at me.  "Josh, fuck, don't let them get you down.  It's them.
We've always said they're just out of it."

"Yeah, I know.  It's cool.  Okay, so I have swim practice tomorrow morning.
Then I'll be home,"

"I can pick you up.  I have errands to run.  What time are you done?"

"Ten."

"I'll be at the pool."

I smiled.  "Bring your books, we'll drop your mother's car at home and then
walk here."

"Why?"

"Just listen to me."  He nodded and walked away.

I went inside and said, "I'm going to go for a run."  She didn't respond.
I walked away thinking that she's not all there.  I sat on my bed and read
the letter again.  I heard Sarah come in and climb the stairs.  I followed
her into her room.  "I got early acceptance with full scholarship to UX."

"Oh cool.  You'll be with David."

"Yeah."

"Will you live with him?"

"No.  Aaron was also accepted.  He didn't get a scholarship but his parents
can afford it.  We're going to room together."

"You are?  But he's gay.  Why would you?"

"He's my best friend.  That's why."  I felt my jaw tightening.  Why do I
talk to her, I wondered.

"If Dad finds out that he's gay he'll never let you live with him.  He
might not even let you go."

I shook my head.  She is clueless.  "If you tell Dad, if you even mention
Aaron, if he finds out and it's not from you, if it even comes up, I'm
telling Dad you were blowing Brent and that you're fucking Paul."

Her face turned bright red.  "Who told you?'

"And that you're on the pill."  I've never seen her so shaken.  "How does
it feel, Sarah?  How does it feel to have the sword hanging over your head?
I'm curious have you ever, just once, thought about what you did to David?
And if you think for one minute you'll get away with fucking with me."

"It wasn't like what you think.  It wasn't."

"Really?"

"I got really bad grades.  Mom didn't give him your report card or mine so
that maybe he'd just forget.  He did for a while, but then he came home one
day and asked.  Mom said she wouldn't lie.  She told him.  He was really
angry at me.  You got all A's.  I got C's.  He was yelling at me and said
that I had too much freedom and was grounded for the summer that I had to
study.  He wanted me in summer school.  I was upset and crying.  He said
that at least you and David were good students and that he did something
right.  That it was because he was stricter with you two and you two
weren't doing drugs or sex.  That your focus was on swimming and school.
He said I was stupid and a lost cause.  Then I said what I said."

She was sobbing.

I felt all my anger at her melting away.  I didn't want it to but it was.
I sat beside her on her bed.  "Listen to me.  You're not stupid and you're
not a lost cause."  She cried.  I sighed.  "Sarah, listen.  He does that in
his way to me, you know that.  He did it to David.  He says UX is not a
good school."

She glanced at me.  "What?"

"Yeah, he shits on each of us."  I sighed.  "Look, I could have told him
you were giving head to Brent.  I admit I almost did.  I don't want to
screw your life up.  Please, promise me that no matter what, you won't
screw mine up."

She wiped tears from her eyes.  "I promise."  Then she started crying
again.  "I called David last summer.  I told him I was sorry.  I am sorry."

"What did he say?"

"He said that he hoped that someday the three of us could be a family
again."

"Well, maybe that can happen, but just don't say anything about Aaron."

"I won't."  She looked at me.  "I know you think I am like Mom and Dad, but
I'm not."

I chuckled.  "Obviously.  You're fucking Paul."

She chuckled.  "How did you find out?"

"Spies."

"Kevin, Paul's best friend."  She looked at me.  "You know him."  She
described him to me.  "He's always hanging with us."

"Yeah, I guess."

"He's gay.  And he and Paul are really good friends, so I get you being
friends with Aaron."

"Cool.  So, we're cool?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'm going to go for a run before Dad gets home."

"Congratulations."

As I changed for my run, I thought about what David had said.  I was glad I
didn't bust her on giving blowjobs.  I wanted to get revenge for what she
did but I was glad I didn't.  David was right, she is my sister and she is
my twin.  We shared a womb.  UGH.

As I stepped into my jock, my phone rang.  It was Sean.  "Hey," I said.  "I
have news."

"What?"

I told him about the letter.

"Oh wow, damn, Josh that's incredible.  I mean for anyone else it would be
incredible, but, wow, congatufuckinglations."

"Thanks."

"Let's celebrate.  I'm taking you out to dinner.  Maybe we'll go to a
movie, or hang out or something."

"Yeah, sounds good.  I was going to go for a run."

"Okay cool.  What time should I pick you up?"

"How about at five-thirty?  I want to get out of here."

"I'll be there."

I walked into the kitchen and said, "I'm going for a run and then Sean is
taking me out to celebrate."

"What's he celebrating?"

I rolled my eyes and ran out the door and went for a long fast run.  It
felt great.

Sean called and said he was outside.  I got in the car and said, "Let's get
out of here."

"Your father's home?"

"Yeah."

"What did he say about your scholarship?"

"I heard my mother tell him that I got it and that I was going there.  He
said to her, he never listens."

"What?"

"Let's just go and forget it."

He pulled away.  "Damn, dude, do you know how great it is that you got in
and a scholarship?  No one from our school even got in to UX last year,
never mind a scholarship."

I nodded.

"Can I blow you?  You know as a gift.  It won't count against what I owe
you."

I laughed.  "Really?"  He nodded and smiled.  I said, "Is this a gift from
me to you or you to me."

He laughed.  "Yeah, that's true."

I laughed.  "How are we or you doing this?"

"My mom went out with a friend for dinner.  She just left so we can go to
my house.  She won't be back for a couple of hours.  Then we'll go to
dinner.  Pizza."

I laughed.  "You're going to blow me.  I'm going to sit back and you're
going to give me head?"

"Yes.  Just sit back and let me give you the best head ever."

I laughed.  "Sure let's go.  So, have you been practicing?

"Yeah I've been practicing in my fantasies."

We drove to his house.  I was rock hard and happy I didn't jerk off in the
shower.  We went to his room.  He said, "I'm going to give you an hour long
blowjob."

I laughed.  "Ah, I'm really horny and I don't think I can last an hour.  I
might not even last five minutes."

"Cool, then after you come, I'll keep blowing you."

I laughed.  "You're really into this, and that's cool with me."

He pointed me to his desk chair.  I sat.  He knelt in front of me.  "Down
with the pants."

I stood and dropped my pants and underwear.  I sat.  "Damn you are horny,
aren't you?"  He put his mouth on my cock.  I sat back and sighed.  He
licked, sucked and took me deep into his mouth.  He looked up at me.  "I've
blown you twenty times over Christmas break."

I smiled.

He ran his tongue around my cock head and ran his tongue up and down the
shaft of my cock.  I moved my balls to his mouth.  He licked and sucked.
He pressed his tongue on the underside of my cock head and then moved my
cock back and forth over his tongue.

I sighed.

"I'm serious about being horny.  You're getting me close."

He took me deep into his mouth and moved up and down.  "Sean, get something
I can come in.  I don't want it all over me."  He kept moving up and down.
"Sean.  I'm getting close."  I tried to take my cock from his mouth but he
pushed my hand away.  "Fuck, Sean," I said as I approached that no return
place.  "Sean, I'm going to come."

I grabbed the seat of the chair and held on.  My legs shook and my body
jerked back as I reached climax.  "Fuck, Sean."  I felt my cum pressing
though my cock.  I watched him taking my load.  He was moaning, swallowed
with my cock in his mouth and moaned again.  He swallowed again.

He ran his finger up the length of my cock and squeezed another drop from
my cock.  He licked it off.

He sat back and looked up at me.  My cock rested on my leg but was pulsing.
I felt wonderful, shaky and lightheaded.

"Pretty good, right?" he said, wiping his lips.

"Fuck yeah.  How did you learn to do that?"

"Hours of watching porn and jerking off."

"Have you ever swallowed cum before?"

"My own.  Yours tastes a lot better."  He glanced at my cock.  It was still
hard.

"You want head?" I asked.

"Another time."  He stood up and dropped his pants and underwear.  He
reached under his mattress and brought out an old tee shirt.  "I want to
jerk off while I blow you."

I laughed.  "I think I'm getting the best part of this."

"I kind of like what I'm doing.  Does that bother you?"

"Let's not do that. And no it doesn't."

I watched him stroking his cock.  Then he got up on his knees and went back
to sucking my cock.  I sat back in kind of a relaxed way and enjoyed him
enjoying my cock and watched as he masturbated.  He attacked my cock
hungrily.  He seemed so much more relaxed about enjoying my cock.  Was it
because I said I sucked cock and wouldn't say whose cock it was or was it
that I showed no anxiety about Aaron being gay or that now knew he was
bisexual?  I sat back and stopped worrying about it and just enjoyed what
he was doing.

Twice I got close and told him and twice he slowed down.  When he licked my
cock and balls, I pressed my cock against his face.  I rubbed it against
his nose, over his cheeks and eyes.  He smiled and stuck out his tongue.  I
rubbed my cock over his tongue from side to side.  Again I was getting
close.  He put his mouth on my cock and moved up and down until he got me
off and swallowed my load.

With my cock in his mouth, he masturbated.  "Stand up," I said.  I stood
up, grabbed the tee shirt and held it between us with one hand and played
with his balls with the other.  He rested his head on my shoulder and
stroked hard.

"I'm going to come," he said.

I cupped the tee shirt and held it a couple of inches in front of his cock.
I watched as it all landed on the tee shirt.  I wiped his cock and fingers
clean.

We looked at each other.  He said, "Was that good for you?"

I chuckled.  "Definitely.  And I'm glad you enjoyed it, too."

We pulled ourselves together and headed to his car.  Sitting in the front
seat, I said, "Fuck that was intense.  My legs still feel shaky."

He smiled.

We parked and walked a block to the pizzeria.  When I walked in there were
about twenty of my friends from the Bolts and school including Aaron.  I
looked at Sean.  He laughed.  Everyone congratulated me.  It was a complete
surprise.  "Thank you guys.  This mean a lot," I said.  I was smiling so
much my face hurt.  They had set up a table for us.  Sean whispered, "I had
to figure out some way to keep you busy while everyone got here."

I looked at him.  "Lucky me."  I smiled.  "Thank you for this and for
that."

I found Aaron.  He sat on one side of me and Sean on the other.  I said,
"Aaron also was accepted."

Sean said, "He's our guest too."

I nudged him.  "Free pizza, what's better, right?"

He smiled and nodded.

We had a great time.  Aaron said he wanted to drive me home.  His parents
wanted to congratulate me.  I thanked Sean again for everything.

Walking into his house I could smell my favorite cookies Ð gooey oatmeal
chocolate chip cookies.  Then I heard Mr. and Mrs. Hill walking from the
den.  We met.  Mrs. Hill opened her arms.  We hugged.  "Congratulation,"
she said.  "A full scholarship.  You deserve it."

Mr. Hill put out his hand.  "Congratulations, Josh."

"Thank you sir."

"Come in the kitchen," Mrs. Hill said.  "I just baked your favorite cookies
and I went to the store and bought vanilla ice cream.  Sit down."

"She didn't make my favorite cookies for me but she makes your favorite
cookies for you," Aaron said.

"I just made yours the other day."

I said to Aaron, "I thought these were your favorite."

"Peanut butter with the crunchy peanuts."

"Really, but,"

Mr. Hill said, "She knows you love them.  Whenever Aaron told us you were
coming over she made some.  If I came home and saw a plate of them on the
counter or they were baking, I'd know you were here or on your way."

She smiled at me.  "You don't know what pleasure it gave me to sit and
watch you down a glass of mile and five or six cookies."

That feeling started to come over me.  The tightness in the throat.  The
tears burning on my eyelids.

Aaron got up, opened the pantry and said, "See.  She keeps all the
ingredients here so she's ready for you.  And we don't even call them
oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.  We call them Josh's cookies."

"I just thought," my voice cracked.  "Ah, that's so nice of you," I said.
I felt my face pulling into a frown.  I covered my face as tears fell.
"I'm sorry.  I don't know why I'm crying."

Mrs. Hill came to me and put her arms around me.  "It's hard for you to
understand that you're special, isn't.  Special to us."

That threw me over the edge.  Mrs. Hill said, "Aaron told us what happened
at your house.  Josh, you know how we feel about you."  I nodded, wiping
tears.  "Mr. Hill and I have said many times that you're like a second son
to us."  She pulled back from me, put her hand to my chin and looked into
my eyes.  "Congratulations.  We are very proud of you."  More tears.  "Our
house is always open to you and to your brother.  When you guys have a
holiday break, you are more than welcome to stay here."

I nodded.  I said, "I never cry.  Well, I guess I do, but lately."

She kissed my cheek.

I looked at Aaron and he was wiping tears from his eyes.

I said, "Why are you crying?"

He shrugged and said, "Because she didn't make peanut butter cookies."

Then we all started laughing.  He said, "I hate that you get treated the
way you do and that you get sad when you should be happy."

We ate vanilla ice cream with gooey oatmeal chocolate chip cookies broken
on top, talked and laughed.

I thanked them over and over again.  As we walked to his car I stopped.
"What?" he said.

"I want to tell them that I'm gay.  I know I can trust them."  I hesitated.
"But I kind of want to tell my granddad and grandma first."

"Then do that.  They don't have to know now."

As he pulled out of his driveway he said, "All your grandparents."

"No.  My dad's parents."  He looked at me.  "Yeah, it's weird.  They are
just so opposite from him.  I don't get it really.  Maybe he was adopted."
We chuckled.  "My mother's parents I'm not so sure about.  My grandmother
is a lot like my mother and they talk.  I think she might tell her even
though she doesn't like my father."

"Then why would she tell her?"

"They're kind of conservative.  I mean they don't do the hate gay people
thing but I think she might feel like she should.  I just don't want to
chance it."

Sitting in his car in front of my house, he said, "You know my parents
really do love you."

"I know and I love them.  But sometimes I wonder why they love me.  Is that
weird?"

"No, I guess not.  I mean I love you and I'm not sure why."  He smiled.

I laughed.  "Dick head.  I love you too."

He laughed.

"Whose idea was tonight?" I asked.  "I thought you were going out with your
parents to celebrate."

He stared at me.

"What?"

"It was my parents idea."

"What?"

"I told them what happened at your house.  I mean they weren't surprised."

"You're parents."

"I called Sean.  He said he'd get you there.  He called the Bolts and I
called the guys from school.  My dad gave me money.  I gave it to Sean."

I felt that throat thing again.  "Wow.  I have to thank them."

"Actually, they didn't want you to know.  So let it go.  Everyone at the
restaurant was so excited for you.  When I called them they were like `we
have to do something'.  But my Dad said he wanted to pay."

"Wow."

"I'm telling you because I want you to know that they really care about
you."

"I mean I know that.  But, wow."

I went inside.  My mother was in their bedroom.  My dad was in the den and
about to go to their bedroom.  I said, "Good night," as I walked up the
stairs.

He said, "You're mother told me you're going to UX."

I turned, looked at him and nodded.

"I think it's a mistake, but you've always been stubborn and head strong.
There's no talking to you once you make up your mind."

"Can't you just be proud of me?"

"Make a decision that makes me proud and I will."

"Good night," I said.  I turned and walked to my room and thought, I am so
out of here, so out of here and never coming back.  I went to my list of
numbers and crossed another one off.

I glanced at my watch.  It was just ten o'clock.  I wondered if it was too
late to call my grandparents.  I decided to try.  "Hey Granddad.  Did I
wake you?"

"Josh.  No, you're grandmother and I were just turning off the TV.  Are you
okay?"

"Yes.  I received a letter from UX today."

"So early."

"Yes.  They accepted me and I received a full scholarship.  I called them
and told them I was coming."

"OH MY GOD.  That is fantastic.  Wait."  I heard him telling my
grandmother.  "She went to the kitchen to pick up.

She said, "Oh Josh, I am so proud of you.  But of course they'd be crazy
not to want you."

"Thank you Grandma."

My grandfather said, "Josh, I'm not surprised but I am happy.  Happy for
you and for David.  Did you tell him?"

"Yes.  He was very excited."

"What did your father say?"

"He said I should go to a better school and that if I did something to make
him proud he'd tell me.  You know, the usual stuff."

"That jackass," my grandmother said.

I chuckled.

"Josh, he's just a miserable man," my grandfather said.  "Someday we'll
talk."

"Actually, that was another reason I called.  I have a spring break at the
end of March.  I was wondering if you could make it happen that I come and
visit with you and Grandma."

My grandmother said, "Oh I'd love that.  We'll drive there and pick you
up."

"Actually, I thought I could take the bus."

My grandfather said, "Forget the bus.  You'll fly and then we'll drive to
UX and visit with David."

"That would be great."

"Josh," my grandfather said, "I don't have words for how proud I am of you.
I just don't know how to tell you."

"You just did, Granddad.  And it means a lot."

"We love you," my grandmother said.

"And I love the both of you a lot."

"Remember what I said, Josh, we love you unconditionally with all our
hearts."

"I know you do.  Good night."

My grandmother said, "Josh, you bring so much joy into our lives.  Don't
ever forget that."

"Thank you, Grandma."

Sean picked me up to go to the pool.  Everyone was congratulating me.
Three of the coaches came up to me and said they were pretty sure I'd get
in to UX.  "We were on the phone with them in early December," one coach
said.  "They sounded interested.  They said they were impressed with your
abilities but wanted to know if you were a hard worker and if you took
instructions.  We said an unqualified yes to both."

"Thank you.  I'm kind of overwhelmed.  Everyone is being so great."

My coach grabbed me by the nape of the neck and said, "You could be better
than your brother.  You've got it in you if you want it."

I was surprised.

We had a good workout, but I kept getting dunked, and pushed and poked.  We
were swimming at the deep end of the pool.  It was about time to leave.
Two more laps to go.  I glanced into the bleachers and I saw Aaron.

I was mid-lane when three guys grabbed me, one of them wrapped himself
around my back with his legs and arms.  One held my arms. The other went
under and grabbed my ankles.  Then someone swam up from under me and pull
my Speedos off.  As soon as they let me free I swam as hard as I could for
the guy with my suit.  He tossed it to another guy who was standing out of
the pool.  I watched as they all laughed and headed toward the locker room.
I treaded water naked.  I looked around.  All my coaches were gone.  Of
course there were other people swimming Ð there had to be fifty people
working out in the pool Ð girls and guys.

I looked at Aaron.  He was laughing.  Of course, my teammates stood at the
entrance of the locker room and watched, laughed and pointed.

I had two options.  I had to just get out, cover my junk and crack and run
to the locker room, or I could swim the length of the pool, swimming under
everyone who was swimming and get out at the end of the pool nearest the
locker room.

I watched my teammates pointing and laughing.  This was not the first time
a swimmer lost his suit.  I had seen guys run the length of the pool
(Olympic sized pool - 100 meters) and seen guys swim the length.  Either
way, everyone would know.  The problem with swimming the length of the pool
is that by the time you get to that end, everyone knows what's going on and
of course they watch as you use both hands to lift yourself out of the
pool.  Butt crack in full view.  If I got out where I was, most of them
wouldn't notice me until I ran, but I'd have my junk and butt crack
covered.

I watched the guys.  Some pointed to the ladder at the far end.  Some
pointed to the end near the locker room.  They were all laughing.

I went for the ladder near me and as soon as I reached for the handrails
and lifted myself up, they started whistling, yelling and pointing.  I
rushed up the ladder, covered myself with my hands and ran.  Everyone in
the pool cheered and applauded.

The coaches finally came into the shower room and told us to quiet down.

I dressed and met Aaron.  He said, "Sean told me they were going to do
that."

I shoved him.  "You could have told me."

"No way.  That's why I came early."

"You've seen me naked and up close."

"Yeah, but everyone in the pool knew they were going to do it.  They were
all waiting.  It was pretty funny."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

We went to his house and dropped off his parent's car.  Our plan was to
come back later, get it to go out to eat and then drop it off again, so
that he'd have no car to drive home late at night.

We walked to my house.  He brought his books and running clothes.  When we
entered the house I told Aaron to go to my room.  My mother was in the
laundry room.  "Aaron is here.  We're going to study in my room.  Can you
make us lunch?"

"Now?"

"No, at noon.  We're going to grab dinner out and then we'll be back.  We
have a lot to do."

"Okay.  I'll make sandwiches."

We sat on the floor and spread everything out - calculus.  "Let's start at
the beginning, work through each chapter and do the problems without
looking at our homework," I said.

"Okay.  I think I'm pretty good through chapter four, but then I start
getting lost."

"We'll get there."

By the time my mother called us to lunch, we had finished the first
chapter.  "We're making good time," he said.

"The first chapter's a breeze and we have lit."

She made us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on white bread.  I stared at
mine.  Aaron kicked me under the table, picked his up and bit into it.  I
sighed, ate my sandwich and drank my milk.  "Clean up the kitchen when
you're done," she said walking out.  She was going shopping.

We went back to my room and hit the books.  At three we headed out for a
run.  "Shouldn't we wait a while?  We just ate lunch," he complained as we
took off.

"That was over two hours ago."

"My system moves slowly."

"Yeah, like your legs.  Keep up.  We're doing speed today and short
distance."

"One mile?"

I laughed.

When we got back my mother asked if we were staying for dinner.  "No," I
said.  We're going to shower, hit the books for a while and then go out to
get something and then we're back to study."

"How much do you have?"

"A semester worth of calculus and English Lit.  Hours," I shouted running
up the stairs.  Aaron very quietly followed me.

I thought about us both getting in my shower, but my father was home and
although I could lock the doors, he could get them opened and I wouldn't
hear him trying.  I started the shower and told Aaron he was first.  He
showered.  I waited until he dried off and dressed before I took mine.
When I stepped out of the shower I heard talking.  I wrapped a towel around
myself and opened the door from the bathroom to my room.

I heard Aaron say, "I guess he just got out.  I'll ask him."  He closed my
door.  "Your father wanted to know if we wanted to stay for dinner."

"Yeah, right, stay for dinner my ass."

"We could."

I quickly dressed.  Went downstairs and said, "I already told Mom we were
going out."

"Okay, just checking."

I felt anxious and then angry.

It was almost eleven when my mother knocked on my door.  I opened it.  "Is
he going home?"

"We still have stuff to do and it's too late.  He called his parents and
told them he was staying the night."

"He can sleep in the guest room."

My teeth clenched.  "I think I'm going to drag David's mattress in here.
We're on the floor and my butt is killing me.  Then he can sleep here."

"You'll make a"

"We'll put it all back together.  You won't even know we unmade the bed."

She sighed.  I closed the door.

"I can sleep in there."

"Help me," I said.

I pulled David's mattress off the bed.  He and I got it through the
bathroom.  We put it on the floor and then put the sheets, blankets and
pillow back in place.  "We should have done this earlier."

We had covered the first five chapters of calculus and worked all the
problems.  We had four more chapters to cover.  We'd do them the next
Saturday.  We had a paper due in English lit that was due in two week.  I
had started mine and so had Aaron.  We had read all of Shakespeare's
tragedies and were each assigned one.  I was given Romeo and Juliet and
picked the theme topics of Love versus Lust, and Hate versus Love and how
they drove the play.  Aaron was assigned Othello and picked a character
study of Iago.  One of his arguments was that Iago was actually the main
character of the play and how he drove the play.

We sat and talked and gave each other ideas and critiqued each other's
papers.

"When I'm done, you have to read mine," I said.  "You are just so much
better at grammar and stuff."

"Sure.  I mean I wouldn't get anywhere near an A without your help in
calculus."

We turned off the light and climbed in our own bed.  I said, "We're going
to have hundreds of nights like this."

"I know.  It's exciting."

Silence.

He whispered, "Do you think they're asleep?"

"Yeah.  They went to bed over an hour ago."  I got up and pulled on my
boxer briefs.

"What are you doing?"

"Put your underwear on and follow me.  And be quiet."

We tip toed out of my bedroom into the hall.  I stopped in front of my
parents' bedroom.  I pointed to the door and put my ear to it.  He did the
same.

I chuckled as we listened.  Snoring.  They were both snoring and you could
hear the difference.  He covered his mouth and chuckled.  We very quietly
went to the kitchen.  I opened the freezer and took out a half gallon of
chocolate ice cream.  I opened it.  I gave a spoon to Aaron and I took one
for myself.  We stood in front of the counter and ate without saying a
word.  I heard someone quietly coming downstairs.  Aaron looked at me and
said, "I'm in my underwear."

I stepped out of the kitchen and looked.  "It's only Sarah."

"I heard you guys.  What are you doing?"

"Ice cream," I said.

She stepped into the kitchen.  Aaron said, "Sorry about the underwear."

"I've got brothers."

She joined us over the ice cream.  Then she went back to her room.

On the way back we listened at the door again.  Snoring.

I locked my door and ran to lock David's.  Aaron was in his bed when I
entered with a handful of tissue.  He stared at me.  I threw it at him.
Then I went into my closet and found where I hid the lube.  I pulled off my
boxer briefs and slid under his sheets.

"Oh cool," he said and smiled.  "What are we going to do?"

"I going to wet my hand with lube and jerk you off.  You've got to cum in
the tissues so I can flush them."

"Then I'll jerk you off?"

"Is the Pope Catholic?"

I moved and straddled his legs.  He put his hand behind his head and smiled
at me.  "Go slow," he said.  "I'm going to enjoy this."

I smiled and stroked his cock.  I kept my fist tight and ran my hand up and
down, and played with his balls.

"You're as good at that as I am," he whispered.

Up and down and a slight twist to the right and the to the left.  I moved
both my legs to inside his legs and pushed his legs apart.  Slowly I
stroked and played with his balls.  I liked the way his cock felt in my
hand and wondered what it would feel like in my mouth.  Another day, I
decided.

I moved the hand that I was using to play with his balls down toward his
butt hole.  I wondered if he'd react.  I touched his hole.  He sighed.  I
wet my finger with my lubed hand and then touched his butt hole again.  As
I stroked him, I pressed my finger into his hole.

"Oh yeah," he sighed.

I stroked his cock and moved my finger around inside of him.

I saw him grab the tissue.  I felt his prostate firming up.  He wrapped his
legs around my waist.  His prostate got rock hard.  He held the tissue over
his cock.  His body went rigid.  I felt his warm cum wetting my hand as I
squeezed his cock.  His body trembled and then he relaxed.  I took the
tissue from him and cleaned him up.

My hand remained covered with his cum.  I got up and went into the
bathroom.  I dropped the tissue into the toilet and looked at the gobs of
cum on my hand.  I smelled it and the licked my hand clean.  My cock
throbbed as I swallowed what I could lick up.

I went back into the bedroom and lay beside him.  He looked at me and said,
"That was fantastic.  Damn, my first hand job and from you.  That's cool."

I smiled.  "Now you give your first hand job and it's to me."

He straddled my legs.  I handed him the lube.  He didn't take it.  He said,
"Can I just touch you for a while.  I mean, it'll make you feel good,
right?"

"For sure.  Go for it."

"Roll over."

I did.  He sat on my butt and massaged my shoulders and my neck.  "I've
always wondered what you're body felt like.  I mean it looks fantastic."

"Shut up."

"Sorry."

"No, I mean, I'm fine with the part about wondering, but the fantastic
stuff.  I don't think it looks fantastic."

"Okay. Got it.  No compliments.  I forgot we have to make believe you're
like Quasimodo."

"I'm the Hunchback of Notre-Dame."

"And I'm Esmeralda, sentenced to death and you swing down and save me,
whisking me off into the bell tower."

I whispered as he dug his fingers into my back, "Jacqueline, Gabrielle,
Guillaume, Big Marie.  She made me deaf you know."

"God, that was Mr, Hunter in tenth grade.  He was in love with Victor
Hugo."

"Yeah, we were lucky we got to read Hunchback.  The year before us had to
read The Miserables."

He chuckled and pressed his hand hard into my lower back and then ran his
hand up my sides, pressing into my lats.  "Damn, Josh.  You're solid.  Oh
sorry."

I chuckled.

He worked my back for a while and then scooted down.  He worked my gluts
and then spread my cheeks apart.  He pressed a finger against my butt hole.
I reached for the lube and handed it to him.  He wet his finger and pressed
it into me.  He said, "Do you do this to yourself?"

"Yeah.  You?"

"Yeah.  I love the way it feels."  He moved his finger around inside of me
and then reached between my legs and played with my balls.  I sighed.  He
said, "Have you ever put anything else in?"

"Yeah. Have you?"

"Yeah.  All kinds of stuff."

I chuckled.  "Like what?"

"Well a pen, a carrot, then a banana with the peel on."

I chuckled.

"Tried it once without the peel.  That didn't work well.  Made a mess."

I laughed.  He kept working my hole and playing with my balls.  I was rock
hard.

"Tried a zucchini once."

"Damn, Aaron.  How the fuck did you get something like that in."

"No, not a big one.  You know one of those small skinny ones."

I chuckled.  "Practicing for the big day?"

"Yeah, I think I'm going to be a bottom, but I think I'll like fucking too.
What are you?"

"Top and bottom, I guess.  I like what you're doing.  I've had a small
dildo in me."

"Cool."

He moved and worked my legs.  I turned over.  He sat on my hips, on my
erection.  He worked my pecs and my abs.  Then my thighs.  "Next time we
run on Wednesday you'll have to show me how to trim.  I like the way you
look."

I watched him staring at my junk.  He looked up at me.  We smiled.  I
reached and touched his erection.  He wet his hands with lube.  He pushed
my legs apart.  He stroked my cock and pressed a finger into my ass.  My
eyes rolled in my head.  I sighed and gave myself over to him.

He tightened his grip around my cock and moved up and down.  He moved his
finger around inside of me.  I slowly thrust upward into his hand.  I was
getting close.  I grabbed the tissue.  He slowed down.

"Let me come," I whispered.

"You can say no, okay."

I looked at him.  "What?"

"Can I taste your cum?"

My face tingled.  "Yeah, sure.  If you want."

I watched as he stroked my cock.  "I've only tasted my own," he said.
"Just curious."

"Go for it."

He stroked.  "I'm getting close," I said, ready with the tissue.

His head went down.  He kept stroking.  I couldn't see but I could feel his
lips on my cock head as my cum exploded from my cock.  The entire time I
came, his mouth remained on my cock.

His hand went from my cock to his.  He was stroking hard.  I moved and sat
up.  He was sitting on his legs and stroking.

"Did you swallow?"

He shook his head and slightly opened his mouth.  I looked in.  I saw cum
on his tongue.  He was moving my cum around in his mouth.  Then he
swallowed.

"You close?"

"Yes."

I lay down and opened my mouth.  He looked at me.  I pulled at him.  He
leaned over me.  I put my mouth to his cock.  Shot after shot of his cum
landed hard on my tongue and deep into my throat.  When he was done coming,
he sat back again.  I sat up.  He said, "Did you swallow?"

I opened my mouth and showed him his cum.  Then I closed my mouth and
swallowed.

We stared at each other.  He said, "Do you want to come again?"

"No, it's late.  But you owe me."

"Cool," he said.  I got in my bed.  He got in his.  "That was nice," he
said.

"Yeah.  I mean we are best friends."

He laughed.  "You taste better than me."

"Actually, I think you taste better than me."

We laughed.

I lay at the edge of my bed, looking down on him.  I felt a deep warmth and
affection for him.  "Good night, Aaron.  I love you."

"I love you too.  Good night."

"Where should we get that farm?"

"Someplace warm so you can swim in our pool."

I chuckled.  "You'd better make a lot of money selling novels."


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