Date: Sun, 30 Aug 1998 08:22:28 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Chance

Mom's maiden name was Chancellor; since she'd been an only child she'd felt
obligated to carry on the family name in some way, explaining my
highfalutin' first name. Fortunately for me it got shortened to Chance at
about age one, the only name I've ever gone by. I was one of three kids but
was raised an only child, by my Mom as a single parent. Dad had picked up
and moved to parts unknown with my older brother and sister while Mom was
pregnant with me.

Mom didn't have the time or money to look for them. Back then an absconding
parent wasn't the big deal it is today; she couldn't even get help from the
police. She worked real hard as a nurse's aid in a local nursing home,
managing to provide us a decent, if not luxurious life.  Once I was old
enough I got jobs after school and during summer vacations.  We'd managed
to set aside enough money to insure college for me with the help of student
loans. I wanted a good education so that Mom could quit working so hard.
Then three months before my high school graduation tragedy struck.

Someone at the nursing home had called in sick for third shift and Mom was
forced to work a double.  I guess she was just over-tired; she fell asleep
at the wheel of her car on the way home, crashing head-on into a tree. The
police officers who came to the door said she'd died instantly. My whole
world changed at that instant.  I was left alone in the world, not knowing
what to do.

I'd just turned 18, so living on my own was cool. Between my job at Wendy's
and the savings account money wouldn't be a problem, at least for the time
being. It was hard to go on, but I graduated knowing that Mom would want it
that way.  What to do afterward was another thing altogether. My high
school guidance counselor suggested I try to find my Father and siblings.
It was something I'd always secretly wanted to do, but out of respect for
Mom and her feelings had never even mentioned it. Now there was no reason
not too. At least it couldn't hurt to try.

At the counselor's suggestion I contacted an agency specializing in
locating missing persons. I was able to supply them Dad's name and social
security number and after paying a fee of $100.00 (returnable if they
produced no results) they told me they'd contact me within a week.

That was on a Thursday.  The following Tuesday I was getting ready for work
and had just stepped out of the shower when the phone rang.  Dripping and
naked I ran into the living room to grab the only phone in the
apartment. "Hello?"

"May I speak to Chance Chisholm please?"

"This is he, " I answered.

"Mr. Chisholm this Ed Morrison from People Finders. We have some news with
regard to your search request."

"Yes?"  To my surprise I started to shake and my knees went weak. I sat
down on the edge of the sofa to steady myself."

"I'm afraid it isn't terribly good news," the man said.  "Your father, Kurt
Chisholm passed away two years ago. I'm afraid I don't have any details,
but I can provide you with his last known address, if that will be of any
help.  If you want more extensive information we'd have to charge an
additional fee."

I found and lost my Father all in the same moment. I couldn't even describe
my own feelings at that moment. What I said was, "let me get a pen and
paper so I can take down the address."

"Sure thing."

I ran to the kitchen, taking a pen and scrap of paper from the counter and
went back to the phone.

"Shoot."

"The address is 92 73th Place Northwest, Largo, Florida.  I also have a
phone number, (813) 555-6163.  I'm sorry that the news couldn't have been a
little better."

"That's OK, Mr. Morrison, I appreciate your help.  Let me think about what
I want to do next, if I need more help I'll give you a call. Thanks for
everything."

"Your quite welcome, good luck son."

"Thanks, bye."

I placed the phone back in its cradle and sat back on the sofa. I didn't
know what to think. What had become of my brother and sister?  Were they
still living at the same address? What should I do?

By this time I'd dripped dried and was feeling a bit depressed. I was
already naked and so I did what I often did when I was depressed. I sat
back, grabbed my limp dick and started stroking it to full staff, which
being 18, didn't take very long.  That did the trick; before long my
thoughts were off my troubles, centered on the wonderful feelings coming
from the center of my body. In no time my 6 incher was gushing boy juice
from my navel to just under my chin. Things hadn't changed, but I felt
better.  If I didn't get a move on I'd be late for work. I ran back into
the bathroom, got under the shower and cleaned myself off. I dressed
quickly and ran out the door. Thankfully it was I was a busy night so I
didn't have time to think.

It was just past 11:00 when I got home. I thought about knocking on Frank
Jennings's door, but his lights were off so I figured he was either out or
in bed. He was the 30 year old guy who lived in the next apartment and we
got together every once in a while, well more like once a week. I'd
suspected I was gay from about 14, but it was with Frank that I ruled out
all doubt.

He was a horny straight guy who'd fuck almost anything that'd stay still
long enough. He never had trouble finding lots of women, being a he-man
stud.  He'd figured out I was gay and made his move. One night while Mom
was at work he invited me over to play cards; I was 16 at the time, he 28.
We played rummy for awhile and then sort of joking he suggested we play
strip poker.  I was all for it. Before I knew it, he was down to only a
pair of very tight briefs (though he swore it wasn't true, I'm pretty sure
he let me win). Well I couldn't take my eyes off the huge bulge he was
sporting. I won the next hand so he pulled down the briefs revealing his
rampant manhood.

Needless to say I was soon sucking my first cock and swallowing my first
load.  Over the next two years I became pretty good at it, or so he
said. Unfortunately he was the only one I ever got to practice on. It was
just one-sided, me blowing him and him saying thank you.  Still I was
happy.

Since I couldn't get together with Frank I went to bed, beat off the second
load of the day and drifted off to sleep.  The next morning I ate some
toast and drank orange juice while trying to decide what to do. I got up my
nerve, walked into the living room, sat on the sofa and dialed the number
in Florida.  It rang five time, I was just about to hang up when a woman
answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Karen Chisholm?"

"Yes, whose calling?"

"This is Chance Chisholm, I'm your brother."

"I'm sorry, you must have a wrong number. I have a brother, but his name is
Peter." She sounded ready to hang up.

"Please don't hang up, I am your brother."  I told her the whole story.  To
say the least she was shocked.  Dad had told her and Peter that Mom was
dead, they'd never known I existed.

"I'm sorry. Chance was it? This is really too much for me to grasp all at
once. I don't doubt you're word, but would you do me a favor?"

"Anything,"

"Please send me some proof.  I need time to think and talk to Peter.  Do
you have our address?"

I repeated the address I'd been given and she verified it. "I guess I have
lots of questions," she said, "but, I don't know what they are right now."

"I'll send you as much proof as I can get together, then I'll call you
back."

"That'll be good. Bye now."

With that she hung up before I could even say good-bye. Luckily I didn't
have to work that day so I put some things together; a few pictures of Dad,
Mom, Peter and Karen; a copy of my birth certificate; pictures of me and
Mom together; and my year book picture so they could see what I looked like
now.  I went to the post office, sending it all off by express mail: I
wanted to get this resolved as quickly as possible, even if it cost extra.

As I was getting back to the apartment Frank Jennings was just getting out
of his car.  "Hey Chance how you doing?"

"OK Frank, " I said.  "Would you like to play some cards (code for do you
want your cock sucked)?"

"Sure, you know I'm always 'up' for playing cards with you," he grinned.
"Just give me a few minutes to grab a quick shower before you come over."

He headed for his apartment and I to mine. I took a shower as well and then
put on shorts, a tee shirt and loafers before going next door.  He answered
the door wearing only a towel around his waist.  "Come on in, I really need
this, haven't had sex in almost a week, my balls are turning blue."

He pulled off the towel as soon as the door shut, his cock already at half
mast and growing. He was even hornier than usual, more than ready for my
hungry mouth. He sat down on his leather recliner, spreading his legs wide
giving me total access to his thick cock and heavy balls. I knelt between
his legs taking the already hard shaft deep into my mouth.  It only took a
half dozen strokes of my lips and tongue to be rewarded with a musky
mouthful of this thick jism.  I kept working on him until I was sure I'd
drained the last drop, but he was still rock hard when I let it free.

"If you're up for it I think I can give you a second load," he said.  "Just
play with it for awhile, if you lick my balls and hole I'll be ready to go
in a few minutes.

I was more than up for it.  I hadn't sucked him since before graduation and
the quick session had hardly satisfied my lust. I gave his meaty ball a
good work over, then he raised his legs giving myself access to his clean,
pink hole.  It had taken him months to convince me to rim him, but once I
had I realized how much I enjoyed it and now willingly did it as often as
he allowed.

I'd been at it about 5 minutes when he said, "OK, I'm ready, eat my dick
you little cock sucker." He knew I liked it when he talked dirty to me.

This time it took about 15 minutes before he fed me his love juice, but he
delivered a good thick mouthful even though it had been less than a half
hour since his last one. Both he and I were satisfied, I left with a smile
on my face and a steel hard pecker in my shorts.  Frank wasn't the only one
who got off twice that afternoon; twice within 15 minutes. Again at
bedtime.

I waited until the following Wednesday before calling the Florida number.
Karen answered and I was overjoyed to hear her friendly greeting.  "Chance
all this has come as quite a shock to both me and Pete, but there doesn't
seem to be any doubt about it, we have a new brother. It's been real hard
coming to grips with the fact that Dad deprived us not only of our Mother,
but also our brother. He was never a super Dad, but we never dreamed he'd
do something like that."

"Listen Karen, I really don't want to cause you and Peter any trouble. It's
just that I'm alone in the world and the possibility of gaining a new
family was more than I could resist."

"Don't worry about us, we've always been able to bounce back from problems
and, with Dad, we got lots of practice. Still we loved him, you would have
too, if you'd had the opportunity."

"We can't wait to meet and get to know you. We've talked it over and want
you to come down as soon as you can arrange it. Maybe if you like it down
here you'll even think about moving."

"I don't know about that, but I know I want to get to know both of you."
Of course I'd already fantasized about living with my new brother and
sister, but I couldn't say that, not yet anyway.

"Good.  How soon do you think you can get away?"

"Well I don't really have anything holding me back. If I can get off work
for a couple of weeks I could leave tomorrow."

Karen laughed. "Whoa!  Well you might what to delay it a little bit. I work
for a bank, they're sending me to Miami all next week for training, but if
you can get down here a week from next Sunday that'd be great."

I'll check with work, if it cool with them I'll drive down and be at you
place sometime that Sunday. I've never be too far from Rochester so it
should be an adventure for me."

"OK, let us know what they say.  We look forward to having you with us."

That afternoon I approached Marion, my boss at Wendy's.  I knew that she'd
always liked me, so when I explained about my new found family and their
invitation she told me to take as much time as I wanted. "You'll always
have a job here as long as you want it. Leave tomorrow if you want, I can
arrange for somebody to cover your shift."

So that's how we left it.  I told her I'd be back in four weeks.  I decided
to leave the next day, take my time going down, staying somewhere in
Florida until it was time to meet my family.  After all that had happened I
figured the time away from everything and everyone would clear my mind,
especially before 'the meeting.'"  I called Karen telling her everything
was set and that I'd see them a week from Sunday. I didn't tell her I was
leaving early. I figured I'd scope out the area to see if I liked it.

I made the long drive in just two days and found myself an efficiency
apartment right on the Gulf of Mexico, not far from Largo. It was great,
the sand was white, stretching for miles in both directions. The water was
fantastic, not too rough, not too calm and warm as piss. For a kid who was
only used to Lake Ontario, the Gulf was quite an experience. I figured I'd
get a good tan before meeting my new found family; no harm in looking your
best for a first impression.

While driving around I noticed a number of "adult stores," you know the
kind that sell sex magazines and have peep shows. Since I was on the first
vacation of my life I thought I might see what they were all about. Maybe
I'd even get lucky and extend my sexual experience beyond jerking off and
sucking Frank. I'd been there three days before I built up enough courage
to go into one of the places.

The place I picked was called XTC, of all the places I'd seen it looked the
most respectable. I have to admit I was very nervous as I parked my car and
approached the door.  I had no real idea what to expect. I almost chickened
out, but I screwed up my courage going on in.  The front part of the store
was devoted to magazines, videos and assorted adult toys such as dildos and
vibrators, together with leather goods.  Off to the back were the peep show
booths. I spent a few minutes looking at all the things for sale before
going into the back room.

The peep show area was almost pitch dark compared to the salesroom. It took
my eyes a while to adjust and when they did I saw a number of guys just
hanging out. Some were real hot looking, others were just average, one or
two were total trolls.  I didn't have the guts to hang around like the
others so I ducked into one of the empty booths.  I slide a couple of
dollar bills into the machine, the video screen came to life.  I went
through the selections until I found a hot gay video of some guy sucking on
a monster cock belonging to a guy dress in as a cop. I sat down, figuring
that at least I could beat off while I watched the movie.  This was my very
first gay porno. I'd seen some straight ones with Frank, but they hadn't
turned me on as fast or hot as this one.

I'd just hauled out my throbbing meat when I noticed a doorknob sized hole
connecting my booth to the one next door.  I peered through and was
disappointed to find it empty. I started to stroke myself to full hardness
when there was movement next door.  I leaned over and peered in a second
time.  I couldn't see the guy's face, but he had a buffed body.  He was
dressed in short, tight cutoffs with an equally tight red tee shirt with
yellow letters reading Huck's Dew Drop Inn, San Diego.  As I watched him he
put in his money and selected a bisexual movie, two women going at each
other's pussies with some hot oral action.  He snapped open the top of his
cutoff, lowered his zipper and pulled out a fast hardening cock which was
absolutely perfect.  Ramrod straight, just like mine, helmet shaped,
circumcised head, just like mine. In fact it could have been my dick except
that it was about 7 inches and about an inch and a half fatter than
mine. He fisted it and began a slow pump.

At that moment I wanted that cock more than I'd ever wanted anything. I
didn't know what to do, but natural instinct took over.  I stuck a finger
through the hole, tapping to attract the stud's attention.  He stopped
stroking and turned slightly toward the hole.  He didn't hesitate long
before sticking the object of my lust through to my side.  I was on it like
a calf on an udder.  I gave it everything I had. My experience with Frank
helped, but my desire to have this beautiful piece of stud meat inspired me
to new heights. I gave it the best blow job I'd ever given. Apparently it
was OK with the stud, I could hear his moans through the partition.  In
less time than I wanted he was spewing the biggest load I'd ever taken, I
almost couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up with what was pumping into
my mouth. And sweet. . . Frank's cum had always tasted a little bitter and
salty, but this guy could have sold his stuff, it was great, but not nearly
enough to satisfy me.  I kept it in my mouth until it went limp and
probably would have tried to get him hard again except he pulled out. In no
time he put himself away, as I watched and he was gone. I went to work on
myself, in just a few strokes I blasted a huge load all over the screen and
wall.

I went back to XTC two more time before the end of the week.  I blew two
other dudes and got my first blow job, it was great, but nothing compared
to the hot Mr. Huck's.  I figured if I did move down I'd become a regular
at XTC, maybe even find him again.

I hardly slept Saturday night, too excited about the following day. Finally
I beat off for a third time, falling asleep around 4:00 am.  It was nearly
10:30 when I woke and had to shag ass to make the 11:00 check out time.
The lady at the front desk gave me directions to Largo; I pulled in front
of number 92 just as it was going on 11:30.. I'd just gotten out of the car
when Karen and Peter came running out of the front door.  We greeted each
other like the long lost relatives we were.  Karen was real pretty so like
a young version of Mom it was spooky.  Pete was a slightly older, bigger
version of me.  There was no doubting we were brothers except that his body
was better developed. It sounds vain, but he was so good looking he turned
me on.

We spent the rest of the day talking, getting to know one another.  By the
time supper rolled around it was almost like we'd known each other forever.
Pete had taken the next two weeks off, but Karen hadn't been able to get
that much time from the bank and would only be off the second week.  Pete
said, "that's OK we'll get to know each other real well, after all we guys
better stick together against our big sister."

We hadn't talked sleeping arrangements, but when the time came Pete
announced I'd be sharing his room. It was too much to hope for. Karen said
goodnight going to her room.  Pete led the way to his, to my disappointment
it had twin beds.  "I shared this room with Dad, until he died.  Been
meaning to get a big bed, but guess this works out for the best. If you
want to take a shower before hitting the hay, there's a bathroom right
through that door," he said pointing.

The shower felt real good, I even thought about jerking off, but since
there wasn't a lock on the door I was afraid Pete might walk in on me.  I
finished my shower and was drying off when he did just that.  He was stark
naked, as was I; his body was super.  He looked me up and down then said,
"if you move down here I'm going to have to take you to the gym. You've got
a good body, looks just like mine before I started working out. What do you
say?"

I said what first came into my head, "I'd love to have your body."  I hoped
he didn't get the double meaning, but he just nodded.

"You can if you work on it."

He got into the shower and I stood there talking to him. He seemed totally
at ease and I began to relax a little too.  He finished up and got out of
the shower; I went back into the bedroom to give him enough room to dry
off, but we continued talking.

"Listen," he said, "if you're really interested in moving down here you can
go to school like I do, part-time and I'll hook you up with a job at the
hotel.  I work as a bell man, pays piss poor, but with tips I can hustle
almost $300.00 a week working just 25 hours."

"Sounds good, but every things going so fast, I need to think."

"What's to think, we're family." He came out of the bathroom wearing
nothing but the towel around his neck. I'd just slipped into a pair of
briefs, thank God, because he gave me a bear hug and I started to spring a
bone.

"Which bed's mine?"  I asked.

He pointed to the one closest to the window and I got under the sheets
before my hardening condition became obvious. He flashed me a sheepish
grin, "I sleep naked, so I hope you're not too modest."

"No that's cool. I'm used to sleeping with underwear because of living with
Mom."

"Nothing like sleeping in the raw, you should try it."

I reached under the covers, removed my briefs and tossed them on the
floor."

"You'll see, there's nothing like having your cock and balls free to
breathe."

He flopped down on his bed, on top of the covers.  His body was beautiful
and his fat dick laid limp and long over his right leg, giving me a good
view.  "Do you smoke dope?"

"What?"

"Do you smoke grass?  He repeated.

"No, never had the opportunity. Mom was dead set against shit like that."

"Yeah, well, that's a Mom's job.  Would you like to try some?  I've got
some kick ass home grown. I'm more'n glad to turn you on."

He'd already turned me on more than he knew. I said, "Sure, what the hell,
why not."

His grin spread from ear to ear. "Now I know you're my Bro. Cool. I can't
wait to get by baby brother stoned."  He flipped over on his stomach and
pivoted around so that his legs hung toward me as he reached under his bed.
I had full view of his magnificent bubbled butt hardly able to control the
urge to take a bite.  He retrieved a small tin box and sat up Indian style
on his bed.  He removed the box's cover taking out a small pipe along with
bag of golden colored grass.  "This stuff'll have you in the twilight zone
on three puffs."

He filled the small bowl, put a light to the contents and handed it to me.
I took a deep puff and almost coughed my lungs out. "Whoa, Bro, better take
small tokes 'til you get used to it, no sense wasting good smoke."

I tried again, this time taking a light puff.  "Now hold it in as long as
possible," he said.  We passed the pipe back and forth until nothing
remained but ashes.

"I don't feel any different," I said.

"Give it time, you will," he said as he reloaded the bowl.  Again we passed
it back and forth. Slowly a feeling of lightheadedness over took me.  I was
also getting very horny, I wanted nothing more than to get out of my bed
and into his so that I could hold him and caress his muscled body.  I
noticed that his cock too was beginning to swell.  He saw me looking and
said, "Don't mind that, it has a mind of its own. I get hellishly horny
when I smoke, especially when the weed's this good."

I giggled like a kid, "Good thing, 'cause the same things happening to me."
I pulled down the covers to reveal my own hard cock.  Guess it runs in the
family," I said.

"Guess it does.  Let's shut the lights and take care of business, if you
know what I mean.  Grab some of those tissues on the night stand to clean
up with."

With that he switched off the light.  I could hear him pounding his meat,
giving out soft moans now and then.  Who was I to argue. I joined him and
within a matter of a couple of minutes each of us had blow his load.

"That was great.  I'm glad you're here, I've always wanted a brother, so
you're like a wish come true.  Good night Chance.  I love you."

"I love you too, Pete." And I did in ways he couldn't have guessed.


The next thing I knew Karen was knocking on the door.  I made sure that
both Pete and I were covered, before I said, "Come in."

"Good morning," she said.  She was all dressed and ready for work. She
looked real professional.  She went over to Pete shaking him into semi
consciousness.

"Fuck Sis, can't a guy get some sleep when he's on vacation?"

"Like you'll have trouble getting to back to sleep. I just want to remind
you that before you go playing around there's about three loads of wash
that have to get done today."

"All right, we'll do them. Any other orders?"

"Well you could pick up some extra groceries, we need milk and hamburger
buns and something for desert tonight."

"You got it, now let us sleep."

Karen looked over at me.  Have a good time Chance, don't let him get you
into trouble."

"Bye Karen, and thanks."

Karen was right, neither Pete nor I had any trouble getting back to sleep.
I woke up about 25 minutes before he did, but I didn't get out of bed.
When he finally woke he stretched and sat on the side of the bed facing me.
"Up and at 'em Bro. Why don't you hit the shower while I make us some
coffee and toast. Do you want eggs or cereal?"

"Toast and coffee's fine with me, I don't eat too much first thing."

"Me neither; we do have lots in common."

He got up and headed for the kitchen without bothering to put anything
on. I headed for the shower making it a quick one.  I was wearing a towel
around my waist as I joined him in the kitchen. He was still naked, sitting
at the table sipping his coffee.  A mug filled with black coffee was at the
place he set for me.  "I didn't know how you take your coffee, so help
yourself.  We're almost out of milk, but there should be enough."

"Thanks, I like it with just a splash and two sugars."

"Just like me," he grinned.  "Once we've finished I'll take a quick shower
and we'll head over to Publix to do the shopping, then we'll come back here
for the laundry."

I was just finishing my second cup when he came out, still naked, but
freshly showered. "I was thinking," I said, "why don't I get the laundry
started while you shop, that way we'll be ahead of the game."

"Great! My dirty clothes are in a hamper in my bedroom closet, Karen's has
the same in her room, you can put your things in with ours.  Just don't mix
colors with whites or Karen will have a fit."

"Mom trained me well," I winked.

He returned to the bedroom and came out a minute later wearing a pair of
baggy short, a tee shirt and a pair of flip flops. "I should be back in
less about 30 minutes, the washer's out in the utility room at the back of
the carport, there soap powder, bleach, whatever you need there. See ya'."
He gave my shoulder a squeeze and went out the kitchen door.

I went into Karen's room, sorted her wash by color and then carried the
colored into Pete's bedroom.  I rummaged through my bags taking out my
dirty colored clothing. Then I opened Pete's closet door.  As I dumped out
the content of the hamper a red tee shirt caught my notice. I picked it up
and shook it out. There in big yellow letters emblazoned across the front
were the words, Huck's Dew Drop Inn, San Diego.  I dug some more, sure
enough a pair of short cutoffs. I nearly fell back on Pete's bed. My XTC
dream stud was my brother.

I didn't know what to think or do.  Did this mean he was like Frank, a
straight guy who liked having his cock sucked or a gay guy like me? I had
to find out, but how; I couldn't just come out and ask. Could I?

First things first, I had to tend to the laundry or I'd be forced into an
explanation before I was ready to give one. I slipped into a pair of sweat
shorts, took a load and at least started the process. I was making the beds
in our room when I heard Pete's car. I tried to pull myself together, but
as he walked through the door he could tell something was wrong.

"What's up little brother? You look like you've lost you're best friend. I
know doing laundry's a pain in the ass, but not that bad."

"I was just thinking about Mom," I lied, making me feel even worse.  "She
would have loved to be here with the three of us."

"Yeah, I wish I'd known her," he paused wistfully.  But, you have me and
Sis; we all have each other. I have a little bro now and I don't want him
to go away again."  He came up to me, took me in his strong arms and held
me close. "I can't even explain it, but I love you Chance." He squeezed me
tighter.

There was no place I'd rather have been. I wanted to melt into his arms and
stay in his strong embrace for the rest of my life, but I knew something he
didn't. "I love you too Pete, but you don't know everything there is to
know about me."

He gently sat me on the edge of his bed and sat right beside me. "I know
you're family, that's enough."

"Yeah, but suppose there was something about me you didn't like?"

"Suppose there is. There's a few things about Karen I don't like." He
laughed, "Wait 'til she farts. She lets loose with the silent, but lethal
variety. Phew, she can clear an auditorium. And as perfect as I am, you'll
probably find a few things about me you don't like."

I knew he was trying to cheer me up, but it wasn't working. He was talking
about superficial traits.  What would he say when he found out I was a cock
sucker, a brother sucking cock sucker at that.  I was getting even more
depressed and he could tell.

"Tell you what. You wait here. I'm going to put the wash in the drier and
start a second load. When I get back we'll get stoned and we'll both feel
better, you'll see."

I really appreciated him trying to make me feel better. "Thanks, Pete,
maybe that will help."

"Of course it will, it always does for me. Big brothers know best, never
forget it."

When he came back from the carport I was lying on my bed staring at the
ceiling.  He got on his knees by his bed reaching under it for the little
tin box. He looked over at me, winked and smiled. "This'll fix what ails
ya."

"I sure hope so," I said. I was actually looking forward to getting
stoned. It might not make things better, but it was like last night I at
least wouldn't care. Besides it might make telling him the truth easier on
both of us. I knew I had to tell him. There was no way I could stay part of
his life without telling him, so it might as well be sooner that later.

Pete stood up and started peeling off his clothes. "You gonna join me, we
might as well be totally comfortable. I always hang out bare assed when
Karen's not around. There's just something free about hanging loose. I
guess I should join a nudist camp," he laughed.

I pushed the sweat short down my legs, flung them aside with my foot and
swung my body around so that I ended up sitting on the edge of my bed. He
was on his facing me, filling the bowl of the pipe.

"Chance, I know you're 18 and I'm only 22, but those four years make a big
difference in the way you look at things. At least they did for me.  When I
was 18 I was totally fucked up, didn't know what I was going to do, afraid
of who and what I was. I'm sure you're going through the same shit I went
through. It will pass, trust me, it will." He paused to light the pipe,
took a deep toke and passed it to me.

"Two weeks ago I didn't even know you existed, but now that I do I couldn't
be happier. Like I said I always wanted a brother and I'm happy you're him.
Ain't nothing gonna change that, I love you and there's nothing about you
that can change that."

I exhaled a lung full of smoke and felt it's effect already taking
hold. "Yeah, but you don't know everything about me."

"Doesn't matter, you're my little bro. That's a fact." He took another deep
puff on the pipe and handed it back to me. I took a big hit and held it as
long as I could. My head went totally light and suddenly an idea came to
me.

"Suppose I told you that I got a blow job the other day. . .from a guy."

He wasn't expecting that and the surprise registered on his face, but he
recovered quickly. The shocked look was replaced by a shit-eating grin.
"I'd say we're more alike than you think."

"You too?" I was trying to act surprised.

"Maybe it runs in the family. Ain't nothin' wrong about gettin' you pipes
sucked clean. The other night I was on my way home from work, hornier than
usual, I couldn't wait to get home to pump out a load. I stopped in at one
of them porno peek shows on Highway 19.  Figured I'd get some action even
it was just pullin' myself off.  Anyway I go into one of the booths and I
put on a movie. I was just gettin' started when the guy in the next booth
puts his finger through a hole that somebody'd drilled signaling he wants
my cock.  OK by me, so I shove it through to him. He must have been real
hot, at least his mouth was. He went crazy on the old one eyed snake. Best
blow job I've ever had. I came in buckets. Just thinkin' 'bout it gets me
going."

As if to prove the point his cock had risen to its full seven inches and
was sticking straight up from his crotch.  Mine was rapidly following its
example. I don't know why but I suddenly got an attack of the giggles. I
couldn't stop laughing. I rolled back on the bed holding my stomach. I was
laughing so hard it hurt. Soon Pete was laughing too. There we were, our
cocks hard as rocks, each on his own bed, doubled up with laughter.

When our laughing fit finally subsided we were both lying there facing each
other. I looked him right in the eye and said, "Suppose it had been me who
sucked you're cock?"

He thought I was kidding. "I'd say I was one lucky son of a bitch."
Suddenly he stopped laughing and got real serious. "Are you trying to tell
me you're gay?"

I wasn't ready for the moment of truth. I felt the color drain from my
face. I just knew he wasn't going to take it well. Should I lie? How could
I? I wanted to know. Pete swung himself into an upright position onto the
edge of the bed looking down on me. "Well are you?"

His voice sounded homines.  Slowly I raised myself so that I was facing
him. I felt the tears well up in my eyes.  I looked at him and nodded my
head, tears streaming down my face.  He moved quickly onto my bed. He took
me into his arms holding me tight. He cradled my head with his strong hand
and whispered into my ear, "So am I."

Then he kissed me, a long, deep, tender kiss. That's all it took, it was as
if the dam burst. We rolled around on the bed in a maelstrom of passion.
After about ten minutes I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have him in my
mouth again. I slid down his body until the cock of my dreams was right in
front of my face. I swallowed it, made love to it, did things with my lips
and tongue I'd never done before. I was driving him crazy with what I was
doing to his cock. I had him moaning and whimpering.

"You do it even better than the guy in the peep show."

I took my mouth from his cock and looked up at him. "This time I don't have
the wall between us."

He sat bolt upright. "That was you? You're the one? You've know all the
time?"  "Not until this morning." I explained the whole thing, how I'd come
down a week early, how I'd only ever been with Frank, going to XTC, finding
the red shirt.

"My poor little bro. You must have been scared shitless." He took me in his
arms again kissing me gently, first on the lips and face and then all over.
He pushed me gently down on the bed and gave me a loving smile.  Looks like
I owe you one. He proceeded to give me the second blow job of my life.  I'm
not an expert, but it had to be one of the best of all times. In a matter
of moments I'd filled his mouth to overflowing. For the remainder of the
day we made love. Honest to goodness love. I'd never imagined anything so
wonderful, so beautiful.  The best part was when he fucked me. I'd always
fantasized about being fucked and though Frank had wanted to I wouldn't let
him, now I was glad. My brother took my virginity. He was so gentle, I
hardly felt the initial pain as he entered me; more than worth the feeling
of total satisfaction which ultimately filled me.  We became one, it was
just so perfect.  When he couldn't hold himself back any longer he released
himself deep within me.  The pulsing of his massive member and the warmth
of his ejaculation pushed me over the top as well.

"I love you Chance."

"And I love you Peter."

When got home from work we sat her down and told her everything. She
couldn't have been more understanding.  She'd suspected that Pete was gay,
but had decided to wait until he felt comfortable telling her. Now she knew
about both of us. The following day Pete and I drove up to Rochester and
moved all my stuff back to Largo.

That was three years ago. Karen is getting married in a couple of months,
but she'll be living close by with her new husband. There is not a doubt
that we'll remain close. Pete and I will continue to live in our house, as
brothers and lovers.