Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2016 23:11:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: JoshRJosh
Subject: A Brothers Love (2)  part 31

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A Brother's love (2) part Thirty-one



We undressed and headed for the shower.  I've heard people say that the
shower is a private, quiet, be alone, relaxing place for them and they
enjoy it being that way.  There are times when I like alone time in the
shower.  Usually that's in the morning.  I'm not a morning person.  I'm
probably at my worst when I wake up and that's saying a lot.  Aaron has
learned the hard way.  The rule is: Leave Josh alone until he's peed,
showered and had breakfast.  Coaxing me into a meaningful conversation
where I have to make a decision, never mind sex with another person, is
taking a big chance.  It's been done, but it has to be done `artfully', as
Aaron would say.

But other times, I love sharing a shower.  I was never one to be modest in
the shower room.  I enjoyed the conversations, the hanging around and the
horseplay that sometimes happens.  It never felt sexual to me.  I never
found myself gawking at naked boy bodies.  I mean when you spend hours with
your friends in nothing other than a Speedo, little is left to see and in
many cases there is little left to see.

Interestingly, in our apartment a shower usually preceded or followed
lovemaking .  I loved the feel of Aaron's body Ð wet, silky from the
soap, his tight abs, shoulders, back and his junk.  And, of course, I loved
being touched.

This time, and often after a swim meet, our shower soapy rubs turned into a
massage.  I stood under the warm water, my hands pressed against the tiles
of the shower.  He stood behind me and pressed his fingers into my
Trapeziums, Deltoids and Latissimus Dorsi.  And, OH did he know how to find
the knots in my Gluts.  He knew where to apply pressure and how to roll out
those knots.  I would moan and groan and take deep breathes.  Of course he
played with my sphincter, reached between my legs and cupped my balls and
reached around and stroked my cock, all of which I enjoyed.

In bed it turned to kissing Ð rolling around and kissing, moaning,
licking and biting.  He had become expert in knowing where to bit and in a
way that sent chills through my body.

I spun him around onto his back and lay on top of him.  I grabbed his wrist
and moved his arms over his head.  I held both hands with one of mine.  We
made eye contact.  He said, "I'll do whatever you want."  Of course he
would and I would do the same for him.  But those words whispered into my
ear or his ear set the stage for passionate lovemaking.

I bit down on his chin, licked his neck and ear and pressed hard against
him.  I moved down and licked his nipple and armpit.  He sighed.  I moved
farther down on him, licking and biting at his stomach.  His cock brushed
against my face.  He thrust.

I took his cock into my mouth.  He sighed.  I moaned.  I licked the shaft
to his balls and then back.  I ran my tongue over his cock head.  He
moaned.

I gave him head until he was close.  Then I flipped his legs up and buried
my face in his ass crack.

"Oh fuck, Josh."

I licked and pressed my tongue into him, wetting him.  I sat up, grabbed
the lube, which had its permanent place on the nightstand beside our bed
and wet my cock.  He pulled his legs back and pressed his knees to his
chest.

I pressed into him.  He sighed loudly.  I lay down on top of him.  We
kissed.  I slowly thrust.

We rolled around - us on our sides facing each other - him on top of me,
masturbating while he bounced up and down.  Then he was on his back again.
He came first, wetting us both.  When I came, I came hard.  He held me and
kissed me.

I knew not to pull out of him after I came and he knew to hold me.

After raiding the refrigerator, we made love again.  He fucked me.

Midterms were upon us.  Juggling swimming and exams was tough.  It wasn't
the time element that bothered me.  Aaron made sure that we were always
well prepared for exams.  It was the stress.

I handed in my paper.  We took our midterms and we did well.  I've always
been good and putting in the work Ð swimming or academics Ð to do
well.  But it always helped me to have someone keeping me to my schedule.
It used to be David.  Then it was Aaron.

Our next swim meet was against a team that we would have no trouble
beating.  They had lost most of the their seniors the year before and even
then they weren't much competition for us.  Some of the seniors were joking
around, saying that they should take a week off and let us, the juniors and
sophomores swim against them.  "We shouldn't beat them too badly," Eric
said.  "We don't want them to not show up next year."

On and on it went.  Then they started on us - the juniors and sophomores.
"As bad as they are, we'd better show up," one senior said, "They'd kick
ass if we didn't."  Meaning that their juniors and sophomores were so much
better than us.

I had an idea.  I was one of the swimmers on the 4x50 Medley relay team.
It was made up of juniors and me a sophomore.  I was swimming the last leg
of the relay Ð freestyle.  The order was: backstroke, breaststroke,
butterfly and freestyle.

We went to the coach.  We had a plan.  I said, "The seniors will probably
swim to win the relay."  He nodded.  "They'll make sure they're a second or
so ahead of the other team.  They're not going to swim for time, just to
win."

"Yeah, probably."

"The other team's best team is to the left of our senior team.  We are two
lanes to our team's right.  They won't be paying attention to us."

He stared at me and then glanced at the other guys.  "What's your plan?"

"Well, I think if we work it right, we can beat both of them."

He smiled.

"Work it right?"

"Well, I think I can match David in the butterfly.  Matt can move from
backstroke to breast.  Ben wants the backstroke.  Cory really doesn't want
to swim freestyle on the medley, but he'll swim freestyle on the freestyle
relay.  If you can moved one of them to the medley."

He stared at us.  "You're wanting Jeremy."

Jeremy was a junior and one of the best freestylers we had.

Cory said, "We haven't spoken to him but I think he'd be up for it,
especially if we can pull this off."

The coach said, "You know if they look and see that you guys have a lead
they're going to pour it on."

I said, "I know.  If I we can just be ahead after the breaststroke, if they
don't notice our lead, and I go in before David, I think that will give
Jeremy enough to keep ahead of Kevin."

The coach smiled.  "I'll talk to Jeremy.  If I know him, he'll jump at the
chance to beat Kevin."

We left the coach's office trying not to look like we were as happy as we
were.

I didn't tell Aaron about our plan until the morning of the meet.  I made
him promise on pain of no sex for a month not to tell Tina.  "You can't go
a month without sex," he said laughing.

"I've got my hand," I said.

"Okay, I promise I won't say a word."

I swam the 100 backstroke and took a first.  I swam the 200 butterfly and
took second to David.

Nervously we waited for the end of the meet.  The Medley relay is the last
event.

Our team was ahead and there was no way we could lose the meet.  The
seniors were joking and lounging around.  No stress on their part.  We
tried to act as nonchalant as we could.

They called our race.  Ben got in the water.  I glanced toward the seniors.
Andy was swimming backstroke for them.  They were chatting it up.  They
didn't even notice that the team was changed.  Ben looked up at me and
nodded.  The buzzer went off.  Matt, Jeremy and I kept glancing from Andy
to Ben.  At the turn Ben was ahead.  I watched as Ben swam like I had never
seen him swim before.  Matt got on the blocks.  I watched to see if David,
Kevin or Gary glanced toward us.  They didn't.  As I thought, they were
watching the other team to their left.  Matt watched Ben approach.  I
watched as Matt hit the water just moments before Gary.  We had a small
lead.  Matt was great at the breaststroke.  He really poured it on and his
turn was perfect.

I got on the blocks.  My stomach was in my mouth I was so nervous.  I
glanced to my right.  We had about a half a body length lead.  Matt touched
and off I went.  I had no idea if they had seen us in the lead, but I put
every ounce of energy I had into it.  I hit the turn and came out of it
like I was born to it.  My body was like a machine and it felt great.

I touched the wall.  I pulled myself out of the pool.  I noticed David
getting out.  Matt said to me, "They noticed, but we're ahead."

David, Gary and Andy were screaming at Kevin.  We were screaming at Jeremy.
Jeremy was first to make the turn.  Matt, Ben and I kept glancing back and
forth.

It was close and hard to tell who touched the wall first.  We watched them
watching the board.  When the times went up they just stood there and
stared and we jumped and cheered and so did the crowd.

We won.

David, Gary, Kevin and Andy just kept staring at the board.  As we walked
by them, we said, "Hey, nice race."

Well it was fun in the shower room.  Kevin looked annoyed, but David and
Andy thought it was great.  Gary just stood under the shower and shook his
head.

The coach stood in the doorway and said, "Hey, maybe next week I'll have to
change things up and put my juniors in first position.  Oh yeah, and let's
not forget Josh."

"Yeah, lets not forget Josh," Andy said.

David said, "If I know my brother, this was all his idea."

Everyone agreed.  I laughed.

Outside, Tina and Aaron waited.  David was with them when I came out.
David looked at me and said, "Nicely played."

Tina said, "You know you gained on your brother."

Aaron looked at me and nodded.

David said, "He has a good teacher."

We went out to dinner and then went to the club again.  We had a great time
dancing.  Aaron said it was becoming one of his favorite things to do.
After I danced with Aaron for a while, I danced with Tina and David danced
with Aaron.

Tina and I took a break.  We watched David and Aaron dancing.  Tina said,
"He's happy."

I looked at her.  "Yeah.  I think a lot of that is because of you."

She looked at me.  "I meant Aaron."

"Oh."  I looked toward Aaron.  He was dancing and laughing.  "Yeah, he is.
I know it means a lot to him that you and David like him."

She shook her head.  "First off we love him.  But he's happy because he's
with you.  Today at the meet."  She pulled me away from the noise of the
music.  "He is so into your races Ð nervous for you, happy when you
win."

I smiled.

"David told me some guy hit on you even though he knew you were with
Aaron."

"Yeah.  I messed around with him before Aaron and I were together and he
wanted to mess around again."

"You didn't tell Aaron, did you?"  I shook my head.  She said, "He worries
about that."

"That I'll get hit on or that I'll agree to mess around?"

She thought for a moment.

I said, "I know he talks to you and I'm happy he does.  Really.  So, if you
feel like you can't say."

"No.  I was thinking.  I know he trusts you.  Let me put it this way.  If
some girl was hitting on David, it would bother me a lot and I'd feel
anxious about it.  I'd want to rip her hair out, but it would bother me
even though I trust David."

I thought for a moment.  "Yeah, I can see that.  If someone were hitting on
Aaron right now I'd be upset, even though I know he'd tell them that it
wasn't going to happen."

"He knows that you're going to get hit on.  I think maybe he just doesn't
want to see or hear about it."

I nodded.  "I mean I wasn't flirting with Jared."

She smiled.  "My guess is that you don't have to flirt."

I felt myself blush.

That night in bed, after making love, we lay holding each other.  Aaron
said, "Could you really go a month without having sex."

I pulled him close to me.  "If you weren't around for a month, easily.  I'd
just jerk off.  But if you were in bed with me, no way.  We haven't even
gone a day without messing around."

"Me too," he said.

David had talked to our granddad about proposing to Tina.  He said that
David should talk to her parents first and tell them that he was going to
ask their daughter to wed and explain his plan.

David told me that he thought it would be no surprise to Tina.  They had
been talking about it Ð having kids, further education etc.  But he
thought she'd be surprised that he asked over Christmas.

My grandmother called and said she had a family ring.  It belonged to her
mother.  We had seen it.  It was a beautiful white gold diamond ring and it
was in the old style of rings that was then popular again.  She offered it
to him.  He accepted joyfully.

Thanksgiving was interesting.  Where to go?  Aaron and I went to my
grandparents' home for dinner.  Tina and David went to Tina's parents'
home.  Aaron's parents joined other family members for dinner.  On Friday,
Aaron and I drove to his parents' home and we had another smaller,
Thanksgiving dinner with them Ð more pies - yum.  David and Tina drove
to my grandparents' home and spent the weekend with them.  That's when my
grandmother gave David the ring.

Back at school, it was finals time.  Like in the pool, I go into this zone
when it comes to studying.  Aaron and I bought groceries for a week.  I
wasn't going to be bothered with anything other than studying and
swimming/running/weights to relieve stress Ð oh and sex.

I felt good about the exams once they were over.  There was nothing on any
of them for which I wasn't prepared.  It was just a matter of not making
mistakes.  Aaron felt the same way.

Right after exams we headed for Aaron's parents' home.  It was great being
there.  Mrs. Hill did everything to spoil me.

Aaron said to me, "I think they like you more than me."

I chuckled and said, "I can see why.  I have a much pleasanter
disposition."

He fell on his bed laughing.  I jumped him and tickled him until he agreed
with me.

Sarah and I talked.  I was surprised when she suggested we get together for
an afternoon and I bring Aaron.  Of course they knew each other, but they
hadn't seen each other since graduation.  I was even more surprised that
they quickly became comfortable with each other and I was the one who was
feeling awkward.  We went to the mall and shopped, had coffee and a snack
and talked.  I saw a different side to Sarah.  She smiled and talked and
joked with Aaron.

I asked about her boyfriend.  "Bryan is wonderful," she said to me.  "You'd
really like him."

"Why's that?"

"Well, he's a lot like you."

"He's gay?"

She smiled.  "No, but he's older brother is and they are a lot like you and
David.  Close like that.  And he's smart and athletic."

Aaron said, "Hot like Josh?"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.  " What sport is he into?"

"Basketball.  He played high school, but not college.  But he plays with
friends."

"Cool," I said.

She said, "And yes, I think he's hot.  And he's great in bed."

"Who are you?" I said.

"So is your brother," Aaron said.

"Okay, okay," I said to Aaron.  "You know this is my sister."

They laughed.

"When did you become the prude?" Sarah said.

I didn't ask about my mother or father and Sarah never mentioned them.  We
had a great time with her.  I actually felt sad about not having stayed in
contact with her.  We hugged when we said goodbye.  She said, "Let's talk
more often."

I nodded.

In the car, Aaron said, "I know she caused a lot of shit, but she was
young.  You know we all do stupid stuff when we're young."

"Maybe you did," I said.  "But I never did."

He shot me a look.  I smiled.  We laughed.

We decorated the tree, hung lights outside, wrapped presents and had great
food.  Christmas eve we had a big dinner and opened gifts.  Christmas day
we drove to my grandparents' home.  We arrived about an hour before Tina
and David.  My grandparents decided the sofa bed was too uncomfortable and
reserved a hotel room for David and Tina.  Aaron and I would be staying
with my grandparents.

When they arrived, we all ran outside.  David seemed so happy in his calm
staid way.  Always the rock.  Tina and my grandmother hugged and hugged.
Tears flowed.  Tina thanked my grandmother.  The ring was beautiful.

We exchanged gifts.  We all agreed not to spend a lot of money.  My
grandmother pleaded with us to have 8x10 pictures made and framed: one of
Aaron and me, and one of David and Tina and one of me with David.  I think
she thought we'd just take a snapshot and have it blown up and framed.  We
went and had them professionally done.  It seemed like such an odd gift, I
told her.  But she said that when I was old and had grandchildren, I'd
understand.

We opened gifts they got us.  They got us each an iPhone with their numbers
already programmed in them.  And, of course, there were the afghans.  They
were beautiful.  The ones that I remembered from my house were all about
five feet long and three feet wide, good for one person.  These were huge.
I said, "Grandma how did you do this in such little time."

My grandfather said, "With a lot of love."

I had seen things she had knitted before, but this outdid anything.  Aaron
was amazed.

Back to school and back to classes.  Once again, Aaron and I worked it so
we had two classes together.  That would be the last time.  Our junior year
we would be taking classes in our majors.

We had several more swim meets coming up.  Two home meets and two away
meets.  The coach kept me in the 100 backstroke.  I took two first places
the next two away meets.  I raced against David in the 200 butterfly and
took second to his first and we kept the medley relay as it was when we
won.  I found that my nerves before a raced were not as bad as earlier in
the year.

Our last two meets were at home.  Home meets always raised my anxiety
level.  The second to last meet was against one of our biggest competitors
and they were good.  The pressure was on and the guys really wanted to win
this one.  So far we had only lost one meet and it was close.

Their swimmer, a senior, for the backstroke was good, very good.  His times
were close to mine and sometimes better.  I had my work cut out for me.

Unfortunately, I took a second, but it was close.  Everyone was supportive.
The coach said he was happy with my race.  I wasn't.  Then they called the
200 butterfly.  David had swum the100 freestyle earlier and taken a first
place, but this was his race and he wanted to beat this guy.  I decided
that maybe I could redeem myself if I could also beat the other team's guy
who swam the butterfly.

I was sure I had a third place.  I wanted second place.  The buzzer
sounded.  The 200 is a long race.  One has to be careful at the start not
to put so much into it that you're burned out by the end.  I decided to go
for it and if I was burned out, so be it.  After the first turn, I `powered
up'.  Not the best race strategy, but fuck it, I told myself.  I had
finished half the race and I still hadn't hit the wall.  David and I had
raced each other many times over the last six months and always after two
hours of working out.  `Taking a break?', I heard him saying in my head.
`Move your ass'.

I had two more lengths to go and I was still feeling good.  I hit the last
turn and came out of it feeling like I still had something left.  I gave it
all I had.  I saw myself walking up to the other team's guy and saying
`good race', meaning, `beat your ass'.

I touched the wall.  The race was over.  I saw the guys next to me staring
at the board.  I swam to them and said, "Nice race," and then pulled myself
out.

The crowd was cheering.  I did my thing.  I walked the length of the pool
looking toward David.  He turned and looked at me and smiled.  I did my
thing.  I put two fingers against my stomach, meaning, `did I take second?'

He shook his head.  My stomach ached.  He put one finger to his stomach.  I
was about five feet from him.  I looked up at the board as I stepped beside
him.  There were our names.  But after our last names, in first place was a
`J' and after second place was a `D'.

David pulled me into a hug and kissed my neck.  Tears fell from my eyes.
He put his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my face toward his.
Our foreheads touched.  He said, "I'm so proud of you."

More tears.  We walked away.  The coach came over to us.  He said to me, "I
know this was hard for you, but you've accomplished more than first place
today.  Good job."

I had no idea what he meant, nor at the moment did I care.  I felt sad and
I didn't know why.

Many of the guys on the team came to me and said, "Damn, Josh, you did
great."

I half smiled and said, "Thank you."

It wasn't long before we were getting ready to swim again Ð medley
relay.

We won the meet.  Everyone was happy.  I was happy, but I still felt an
ache in my chest.  Tina congratulated me.  Connor, who had come to every
home meet, gave me a big hug.  When Aaron and I were alone, he looked at me
with concern.  "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."  I sighed.  "Why?"

"You looked surprised when you saw the board.  Almost shocked."

"I guess.  I mean I thought I'd take third and if I was lucky second."  I
sighed.

"It's bothering you?"

I stared at him.  Tears sat on my eyelids.  I nodded.  I breathed in and my
chest quivered.  "I guess.  I'm not sure why though.  He's fine with it."

We got in his car.  We were going to meet up with everyone for dinner.  He
said, "Can I suggest something?"

"Of course."

"David is your hero.  He's always been your hero.  I mean if I were you,
he'd be my hero too.  And swimming is this bond you two have had forever.
You the kid.  Him the grown up.  You just outdid your hero."

Tears fell.

"Josh, I saw David before you came out from the gym.  He was so excited for
you.  Proud.  Wouldn't you be proud if you were David and David were you?"

I nodded.  I said, "I get it.  I really do and I know it's no big deal to
him, but I guess part of me doesn't want to give up on him being better
than me."

"I get that."  I looked at him.  "I work out with you guys but I never want
to be better at running or lifting than you."

I stared at him.  He smiled.  I laughed and said, "You are such a jerk.
You're lucky you're driving."

He laughed.

Silence.

"When did you get to be so smart?" I said.

"Tina and I talked about it.  She could see that you were upset after the
race."

Silence.

Aaron said, "She loves you."

I nodded.

He said, "If you don't want to go dancing tonight, that's cool.  We can
just go home after dinner and you can take out your feelings on me."  I
glance at him.  "You know fuck me until you feel better."

I laughed.  "You are such a bottom."

He laughed and nodded.

We had dinner with Tina, David, Matt, Phil and other guys and their
girl/boyfriends.  After dinner we went dancing.  Aaron and I made love that
night and I did fuck him.  David called and asked to go to breakfast with
me.  I borrowed Aaron's car and picked him up.

Over breakfast he said, "I know this bothered you.  I don't completely get
it, mostly because I'm absolutely fine with it.  As a matter-of-fact I'm
happy about it.  I knew you'd out swim me eventually.  I thought you'd hold
back until next year and then you're times would be better than mine.  But
I'm glad you decided to go for it while I was here."

"David I didn't think," I sighed.  "I wasn't trying to beat you."  I told
him what happened.  "It never even occurred to me.  I just figured I'd
squeeze in for a second and be all happy."

He stared at me.  "Well, I'm happy it happened."

"It just feels scary."

"I don't understand."

"I thought about it all last night.  It's feels like as long as you're
better and smarter than me, you'll have to be there for me.  It's like
you're graduating in June, going away to graduate school and you'll have
Tina and," I sighed.  "This sounds terrible."  I leaned in and said, "It's
not about the sex.  It's about you being my older brother and me being your
younger brother and you looking out for me."

"Josh, if I'm married, if I'm hundreds of miles away and I won't be, but if
I am, I'll still be your older brother."

"I know that.  I mean,"

"I know what you mean.  I'll always be there for you no matter what."  He
sighed.  "I know when we grew up it was like all we had was each other.  We
depended on each other.  Not for food.  Not for clothes.  Not for a roof
over our heads.  But for emotional support, for love, for comfort.  I've
told you this over and over.  I gave to you and you gave to me.  I
understand that I'm important to you.  I wish you could understand that you
are as important to me.  And that will never change.  Certainly no fucking
race is going to change that.  You can't believe,"

"No.  I know that.  Granddad explained how you feel and I believe him and
you.  It's just scary and sad."

He sighed and nodded.  "I get the scared and I get the sad of all of this.
But I want you to feel the pride.  You were this skinny scared kid,
terrified of the water.  You let all that go and put your trust in me.  You
that skinny scared kid just beat me in the butterfly and I couldn't be more
proud of you."

"I know this is stupid, and I don't want to say it, but I still feel like
that scared kid and it's like I can only do this if you're there."  He
stared at me.  "David, I know it's not true.  I know it, believe me.  But,"
I sighed, "I hate that I feel like I need you and Aaron and Grandma and
Granddad.  I wish I felt like I didn't need anyone.  But I don't."

"Josh.  Who the fuck tells you that people don't need other people.  Look,
if I lost you, Tina, Granddad and/or Grandma, my life would go on,
physically.  But emotionally I'd be devastated.  We all need each other."
He sighed.  "You know we had fucked up parents.  We weren't allowed to need
them because they weren't ever there for us emotionally.  So, I'm like you,
needing someone is scary and once I need someone, I worry about losing
them.  But you don't need me to teach you, to be your coach, to be your
older brother from day to day.  You're doing it all on your own.  Yeah,
Aaron supports you and you support him.  Granddad and Grandma support us
emotionally and financially.  And we support each other.  Everyone needs
support for those they love.  But you and I are doing what we need to do to
have a life.  You are doing it.  I'm doing it."

Tears welled up in my eyes.  Tears welled up in his.  He said, "Don't you
see how wonderful that is?  Don't you see how happy that makes me?  You and
I made it through eighteen years with those assholes and we dragged each
other into what we have now."

I nodded.  "Thank you."

"Thank you."

"Just don't think I don't still need you to teach me stuff."

He chuckled.  "There are things you could teach me."

"Really?"

"Like dancing.  Tina said that I'm lucky we had sex before she saw me
dance."

I laughed.  "Why's that?"

"She said that she always thought you could tell how good a man is in bed
just by looking at how he dances.  She said it's not true of me."

I laughed and said, "Well, I guess since I taught you how to be good at
sex, I can teach you how to dance."

He turned red and laughed.  "I guess you did cure me of being a tight ass
when it came to sex."

When I got back to the apartment Aaron said, "Don't get settled, we have
grocery shopping to do."

"Shit.  But, I've so much to do.  I have to start my paper and I'm behind
in my reading."

"We've got to have groceries."  I stared at him.  He said, "Okay, I'll go,
but let's make a list of what you want.  I can't think of all this stuff in
the grocery store."

I smiled.

He said, "And,"

I looked at him.  "And what?"

He smiled.  "When I get back, you're my slave."

I tried hard not to smile.  "Slave?  For going to the grocery store?"  He
smiled.  I said, "For how long?"

"Well, you'll take a break this afternoon."

I sighed.  "Slave for like about an hour."

"Yeah.  That's good."

"Okay, but you've got to make me lunch too."

He laughed.  "You are such a brat."

We always shop once a week for all the food we think we'll need during the
week, except for stuff like milk and eggs and fruit.  We made a list.
"What do you want for lunch?" he asked.

"Surprise me."

"Maybe I need another hour tonight."

"Maybe you do, but that doesn't mean you'll get one."

He laughed.

Off he went.  I lay on the sofa and started reading for the philosophy
class that we were taking.  The semester before we took an introduction to
philosophy class to fulfill a general education requirement.  We had
electives to take also, so we decided to take a philosophy class with a
focus on modern philosophers.  Actually, Aaron wanted to take the class and
pleaded with me to take it with him.  He was my slave for a weekend.  The
first half of the course was the Existential philosophers: Kierkegaard,
Nietzsche, Sartre, Jaspers, Marcel and Heidegger.  We had to choose one to
focus on and write a paper.  I picked Kierkegaard.  Aaron picked Sartre.
The midterm would cover them all.

Aaron showed up two hours later.  I helped him put the groceries away.
"You hungry for lunch?" he asked.

"No.  I had a big breakfast.  How about in a couple of hours."

"You taking a break now or back to your book."

"How about another hour reading, then I'll take a break and then you can
make me lunch."

He laughed.  "I love the way you say `you can make me lunch' as if it's a
privilege."

I smiled.  "I can make my own lunch."

"No, no, I have a surprise for you."

I sat on the sofa and read.  He sat at the table and read.  We read for
almost two hours.  I got up and said, "I'm ready for a break and lunch,"
and smiled.  "Should we eat first or what?"

"Take your clothes off."

I chuckled and undressed.  He undressed.  I stood in the middle of the room
while he walked around me, touching me, kissing my body and running his
fingers over my cock and balls.  I got an erection.  He stroked my cock
with one hand and touched my chest, stomach and shoulders with the other.

"Stroke your cock," he said.

I did.

He ran his hand over my back.  "Bend forward," he said.

I did.

I stroked my cock.  He ran his fingers over my ass crack and stroked his
cock.  Then I felt his tongue touch my butt hole.  I sighed and bent
forward.

He played with my balls, licked my ass and stoked his cock.  I stroked
mine.

"Tell me when you're close," he said.

He pressed a finger into me.  I moaned.  He wet my hole with his tongue and
again pressed his finger into me.  Then he stepped away and came back with
lube.  I kept stroking my cock.  Standing in the middle of the room, he
bent me over, wet my hole and then pressed into me.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

I stood, bent at the knees and bent at the waist and masturbated while he
fucked me.  I moaned and groaned.  He had a hand on each of my shoulders
and thrust hard.

"I'm close," I moaned.

He pulled out of me.  Knelt in front of me and put his lips over my cock
head.  I stroked my dick with one hand and held his head with the other.
"Oh fuck, Aaron," I sighed.  When I felt cum moving through my cock, I
pressed it into his mouth.  My legs shook as I came.  He moaned and
swallowed.

He stood and put his arms around me.  We kissed.

He moved behind me.  I bent forward.  He was back inside of me.  I put my
hands on the arm of the sofa and bent my knees as he pounded my ass.  When
he came, he pressed deep into me and wrapped his arms around me.  He held
me and kissed my back over and over.

I turned around.  We held each other and kissed.  "You're an animal," I
said.

He laughed.  "I had a hard on the entire time in the grocery store."

I chuckled.

We showered.  He then made lunch.

He made what his mother used to make for us.  Grilled cheese sandwich with
bacon.  Then she'd open it up, put lettuce and tomatoes in between the
slices of bread and close it up.

He made us each two sandwiches with a glass of milk.  "Wow, this is so
good, you get another hour tonight."

He laughed.

That night I was his slave again.  He ordered me to lie naked on our bed
face down.  He massaged my body using oil.  As he lightly stroked my cock,
I said, "So, how is this me being your slave?"

"Isn't the idea here for me to get what I enjoy?"

"Yeah, but you're doing all the work."

"Yeah, but you know that looking at and touching your body gets me crazy
horny."

I chuckled.  As he ran his hands up and down my chest and stomach, he
pressed his cock against my body.  He humped my junk, my leg, my stomach,
while he massaged my body.  He moved up, straddle my chest and pressed his
cock into my mouth.  I could tell he was close.  He face fucked me, moaned
and shot his load.

I swallowed.

He lay on top of me.  I held him and stroked his head.

He sat up, wet his ass, lay beside me and said, "Fuck me."

I rolled on top of him, held him and without touching and aiming my cock I
moved until I found his hole and then pressed in.  "Oh Josh."

"I know.  Hard and take my time."

"Fuck me," he moaned.

Monday morning David and I were back in the pool.  The coach called me out
of the pool.  "Yes, sir."

"I'm changing things around.  This week is our last meet.  We could lose
this."

"Okay."

"You're in the backstroke.  I don't think you'll have much competition
there.  But I'm moving you from the 200 to the 100 butterfly."

I didn't say anything, but I wanted to cheer.  It was David's last race and
I decided that there was no way I was going to take first place again.  Not
his last race at school.  We'd be going to state, but that was different.

He said, "I had my watch on you last week.  You're 100 was better than
their guy has ever done and then you went on for another 100.  I need that
first place."

"Okay, sounds good to me," I said.

I jumped in the pool.  I told David what the coach said.  He said, "More
pressure?"

"No.  No, I'm happy with that.  I think I can do a good 100."

"Better than good."

I was in a great mood all week.  The day of the meet I was actually talking
and joking with my other teammates.  I took a first in the backstroke and a
first in the 100 butterfly and swam the last leg, the freestyle, of the
medley relay.  We did win the meet but by just a hair.

Then it hit me that that was the last season for the seniors and the last
season for David.  All the guys on the team took the seniors out to dinner
Ð pizza.  We had a great time.

Aaron and Tina were with us.  Driving home, Tina asked David, "You sad it's
over."

"I'll be swimming at state finals."

"You know what I mean."

He looked at her.  "Actually, no.  I love swimming.  I'll never not swim.
But now I get to swim for me, for pleasure and relaxation.  Now I can enjoy
being in the water instead of working while I'm in the water."

Aaron looked at me.  He knew I wondered if David would be missing the
competing.  I was happy to hear him say what he said.

We did go to state.  I took a third place in the backstroke and was happy
with that.  David took second place in the butterfly.

David was accepted at a UX for his Mater's degree.  Tina was accepted into
a teacher's credentialing program at UX.  Tina didn't want to move into
David's apartment after John moved out.  He was also graduating.  Instead
they found their own apartment on the street where we had ours.

All my worries that David would be hundreds of miles away were put on hold
for a couple of years and I was happy.

Finals were tough but again I did well; better than I thought I would.
I've never been convinced that I'm smart or at least smarter than most
people my age.  I think I put in the work and I test well as my father
always said.  Aaron also did well on his finals.

The day before David and Tina's graduation, everyone showed up.  David told
me he had invited Sarah, but I figured it was just a formality.  My
grandparents timed it so on their way to UX they stopped at the airport and
picked up Tina and Bryan.

"Why is she bringing her boyfriend," I complained.

"David said she asked if it was okay and he said yes," Aaron said as we
waited in the hotel lobby for my grandparents to arrive.

"It's going to be awkward enough with her here, but to bring someone that
no one knows."

"She knows him."

I stared at him.  "You're my boyfriend.  You are supposed to be agreeing
with me."

"Someday you're going to have to show me this boyfriend rule book you keep
referring to."

"I hate you."

He smiled.  "I had a great time with your sister at Christmas.  Lighten up.
Maybe you'll like this Bryan guy."

"Ass bite."  We sat and waited.  I leaned toward him and whispered, "Cum
breath."

He laughed.

I said, "No sex for you."

He laughed.

"I hate you.  Really I do."

"They're here.  Be nice."

"I'm always nice."

"From your mouth to God's ears."

We started to walk outside.

"What the fuck does that mean anyway?" I said.

"I have no idea.  My mother says it when I say something she wishes were
true."


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