Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 11:10:57 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: DJ, CORY & ME-Chapter #2

DJ,CORY & ME

A STORY
BY
LEE MARINER

DISCLAIMER: All conditions as written in Chapter #1 have not changed. This
is a gay fantasy and you are directed to read them.

THE AUTHOR URGES THAT SAFE SEX BE PRACTICED FOR THE SAFETY OF ALL. YOUR
LIFE AND THE LIVES OF OTHERS MAY DEPEND ON IT. USE PROTECTION AT ALL TIMES.

All copyright information published by the author in original beginning
chapter remains in effect. All Rights are reserved,

Chapter #2

The night was warm but the air conditioning was not really needed. DJ and I
had only a sheet covering us and he sounded like a cat purring as he slept
with his head on my shoulder, a well muscled arm over my chest.

My hand rested on his shoulder, my fingers flexing feeling his soft ski as
thoughts of our relationship were flashing through my mind and oddly enough
there was no feeling of guilt at what we had done together.  The depth of
our love for each other and the way we chose to show it was good enough for
me.

There are some that will call it incest. Brothers just did not do it
together. That's there opinion but I call it love. I don't use the bible
for reference but I seem to recall it saying something about loving one
another.

DJ stirred and moved a little closer and his clean body odor assailed my
nostrils as I felt myself drifting off with him close.

A cool breeze drifting through the open window woke me slowly with the
feeling of my hard cock being gently stroked. I ran my hand down DJ's arm
and felt the slow pumping motion. Looking up at me he just said
"shhhhhhhhh" and continued jerking me off. I laid my head back and gave
myself up to him. His hand slid down into my crotch and he massaged my soft
balls rolling them around in their soft sac. He continued the stroking as
his thumb spread the pre-cum oozing from my piss slit over the blood
engorged head of my cock. I felt my body drifting as my hips rose meeting
the increased tempo of DJ's hand. Groaning deeply at the ecstatic feelings
being generated in my loins, I could feel an intense hardening as my juice
started its journey up the length of my thick cock exploding in long thick
streams up and over my gut and torso. Arching my back, my body muscles
tightening I released a long low sigh from deep in my chest hearing DJ hiss
"Yesssss Richie. Yessssssss."

Almost as suddenly as I had climaxed, my body collapsed, muscles relaxing,
feeling DJ squeezing and milking the last drops of my cum. We both laid
together for a few minutes longer.

"We better get a shower Richie and clean some of this off." I didn't know
that he had cum with me and our sperm was dripping from both of us.

"Damn DJ, I didn't realized you had done it with me."

"Richie, what did you think? I'm 19 and jerking a big thick cock and I'm
not supposed to get excited? Of course I shot my load with you. Besides, I
owed you for last night."

"Little brother, you didn't own me anything but thanks. You sure know how
to jerk someone off."

"Only you Richie, only you and no one else. No one else has touched me and
I haven't wanted to touch anybody but you. Lets shower."

As DJ was showering I went in the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee and
poured V8 juice for us. He walked up to me naked, drying his hair. "Smells
good bro. How about some bacon and eggs to go with it?"

"We will stop at a Steak and Eggs for breakfast. D.J., you are a gorgeous
kid with a fantastic body and I love you." "Yeah, I know that Richie."

"No one has ever made a pass at you that you didn't want to let suck you
off or something?"

"Oh yeah, there have been some but I didn't want that."

"You got me confused. You have been to bed with me and you asked me to make
love to you so what's the difference except I'm your brother?"

I stood there as naked as he was holding a coffee pot with cum drying on
me. Throwing the wet towel over his shoulder, he took the pot from me
placing it back in the holder. Sitting down, he motioned me to the only
other chair I had in the kitchen and handed me the towel.

"Here, wipe yourself off. Do you remember my school buddy Robby that I used
to jerk off with?"

"Yeah. What's he got to do with it?"

"Do you remember me telling you he told me he was gay and asked me to let
him suck me off?"

"I remember that too."

"I didn't tell you that I almost let him just so I would know what it was
like. I was horny and thought about it."

"Why didn't you let him?"

"You Richie. All I could think of was that I wanted it with you and no one
else."

"DJ, that was years ago and how many times have we jerked off together
since then?"

"Plenty and each time I wanted you to make love to me. That's what gay guys
say isn't it? Make love to me? I knew you were gay and had probably done it
with lots of guys but you never would ask me and I wanted you to."

"I never thought of it DJ. No, that is not really true, I had thought of it
but you were younger and my brother. I just thought you wanted to jerk off,
that's all. I never had any idea you wanted anything else."

"I liked jerking each other off and I never thought of it until Robby asked
me to let him. I decided on the way up that if we went to bed together, I
was going to get you to suck me off. I worried that us being brother's
might be a reason for you not to but I was pretty sure if we were in bed
and you got hot and horny I could get you to do it."

"You did that you devil. Sleeping together, I figured we would jerk off but
to be honest I wanted more. Deep down inside I kind of figured we would do
it but like you said, we are brothers and that was always in the back of my
mind. When you stripped and I saw your body and thick cock all I thought
about was wanting you. Damn DJ, your almost as big as me."

"Richie, I am as big as you. Keep this up and we can measure or lay them
alongside of each other like we always did."

I could see DJ's cock starting to swell and mine getting harder but I knew
we never would get on the way too S.C. if we kept it up. Funny, you can get
hot & horny over some guys but DJ had an impish way about him that could
start me boiling in a heartbeat. "Ok, ok. I believe you. Bigger or smaller,
I love you. Let me get a shower while you dress. Get some clothes out of my
dresser, those things you wore up are a mess."

It only took us about thirty minutes and we were out of the apartment. The
Steak and Egg restaurant was just down the street so we walked there to get
breakfast. DJ ordered the three egg special with ham and the works, I
ordered just two eggs and sausage with toast, no hash browns. We talked
about home stuff while we waited for our food in walks Matt Morgan a real
hungry Hilda that I had a passing acquaintance with. I was hoping he
wouldn't spot us but the restaurant was small and he couldn't help it.

Matt always surveyed the crowd looking for anything he thought he might
have a chance with.  I cringed when his eyes fell on us and sort of
hunkered down but he made a beeline in our direction.

"Well, well Richard. Out a bit early aren't we? Who's your friend?"

DJ spun around on his stool his knee hitting mine looking to see who was
talking and I put my hand on his forearm.

"Matt, my brother DJ. He came up for a weekend visit."

I could see the little smirk on Matt's face dreading the next remark I knew
was bound to come. He was a real queen and couldn't pass up little
sarcastic innuendos that he was famous for.

"Your brother Richard? Really, I didn't know you had such a hunky brother &
good looking too. Where have you been hiding him?"

I started to say something but DJ looked at me with that impish look in his
eyes.

"He hasn't been hiding me anywhere mister, he doesn't have too. I'm a
pretty big boy now.  We have a sister if you'd like to meet her but she
prefers men."

For once, Matt didn't have an answer. He stood there looking at DJ and then
me. I shrugged and grinned at DJ. "Well I never" is all we heard as Matt
spun around and left the restaurant.

"Where did you come up with a sister from? We don't have a sister that I
know of."

"It just seemed like the right thing to say Richie. You know that guy?"

"Not really, he is one of the hangers on that float around looking for
someone like you and hoping the gets lucky. A sister...???"


Rosie sat our plates in front of us and DJ dove in like he was
starved. When are teenagers not hungry?

The trip to S.C. was pretty normal. We stopped for gas a couple of times,
cokes and snacks. We drained the snake in one rest stop halfway through
N.C. They were old and had troughs not urinals, they stank and you almost
had to hold your breath.

We reached DJ's base and I still had plenty of time so I wouldn't have to
push getting back home. He told me that he could catch the bus onto the
base so I parked in a visitor's parking lot outside the main gate.

We talked some more about what he was going to do about reenlistment and he
told me he had pretty well made up his mind to take his discharge. I
couldn't blame him if he was faced with another tour overseas. We decided
that instead of him coming back for his car the next weekend, he would wait
until he got out in a couple of months. That was okay with me and I agreed
to pay the bill and store the car short term for him.

We slid across the seat and hugged each other not saying anything for a few
minutes until DJ pulled away and opened the door. "I'll see ya Richie."  I
watched him walk to the bus that had pulled up and picked up passengers
before going on base.

I had learned a lot about DJ and myself that weekend.

DJ called me three weeks later and asked if I would get mad if he didn't
come back up and would I sell his car take out what he owed and send him
the rest. Mom had made him promise he would come straight home after he got
out. I sort of expected that would happen but I had hoped to see him before
he did. I sold his car for a pretty good price and sent the money home to
him telling him that was what was left after I took out what he owed me.

I didn't hear from DJ for a long time but learned he had joined the police
force. Mom wrote me asking me to see if I could get him to change his mind,
he wouldn't listed to her or Dad and she didn't want him doing it.  I did
as she asked but I knew it wouldn't do any good once DJ had made up his
mind.

DJ joined the police force at home and was playing the field with several
girls from the letters I got from mother. Christmas cards and birthday's
I'd hear from DJ but not much else.

I met a few guys, nothing spectacular, but I only had 5 years before
retirement so I played it pretty cool. I didn't want to upset the applecart
this close to the end.

I finished up my shore duty and was sent back to sea duty. I sort of wanted
to get away and going back on board ship was a good way. Three years went
by pretty fast and I received orders back ashore to finish out my career
retiring in 1966.

I got a small apartment and thought about going back home but I had been
gone so long I really didn't know anything about it anymore. Got a job in
finance with a pretty large firm with good money. Combining my retirement
with it and I could do pretty much what I wanted. I went back home a few
times for visits. DJ was on the police force and of course looked great in
his uniform. Mom and Dad were happy that DJ was home but not happy with him
joining the police force after the military.

Nothing happened between DJ and I on these visits. We bummed around at the
American Legion with old school buddies of mine, drinking and telling lies
when he wasn't on duty. I went on a couple of night patrols with him for
the hell of it. He was a damn good cop.

DJ had always been athletic and liked the outdoors more then I did. He did
a lot of competitive shooting and camping with buddies and they started
deer hunting together taking trips to Canada and out west. DJ seemed happy
and he had found his niche. We both got along better then most brothers and
what had happened years before seemed to be something in the past.

I stayed on the east coast living a pretty normal life or as normal as gay
life can be. Nothing serious was happening in my life except for the
weekend meetings in a bar that wound up being only occasional visits. My
job improved and I advanced to a Regional Managers position that required
traveling mostly south. Mom and Dad were getting on in years and I tried to
make it home two or three times a year.

On one visit home for Dad's birthday in August, DJ told me he had to take
some equipment to the hunting camp he and his buddies had set up. They had
worked out a deal with a farmer to hunt on his land and were building a
couple of small storage buildings for equipment they did not want to carry
back and forth.

Mom packed us a picnic basket even though DJ told her we would eat at a
small restaurant not far from the farm. The camp was about 200 miles and it
took almost 4 hours to reach it. The weather was still pretty warm and we
wore shorts and T-shirts taking very little extra since it was just an
overnight trip.

DJ checked in with the owner of the property and introduced me. He was a
nice looking man not much older then me. The road to the camp site, in my
opinion, was nothing more then where the farmer drove tractors and
equipment when he was working his fields. After a long few minutes we
reached a small clearing they had cut out in the woods. I learned later the
landowner had a contract with Weyerhauser and they would cut select trees
every 5 years on 120 acres that was kept in forest. Even at that, it was
still pretty thickly wooded.

DJ and his buddies had built a really rough camp. For nature's
requirements, they dug a small pit and over it would place a box like
arrangement with a toilet seat. They had located it far enough away that
with lime it was not offensive. Other then that you just whipped it out and
used the nearest tree if you were modest, DJ was not or at least with me he
was not. If you wanted a bath, there was a small stream about 50' from the
camp that you could use if you could stand it. Cooking, if any was done,
was over a campfire. I was glad mom had packed the picnic basket.

DJ stripped his short off and we started unloading the equipment he had
brought, saws, some five gallon tanks and not much more. He built what he
told me were tree stands that they would install up in certain trees when
they located the deer runs. It didn't seem very sporting to me but I'm not
a deer hunter.

I helped as much as I could but I'm a lot better at driving my cock in a
man's ass then I am hammering nails. I couldn't help but look at DJ as he
worked, muscles rippling and sweat running off of him. He had developed
light chest hair and damp with sweat it was exciting. It covered his thick
pectoral muscles and then run down in a dark line between his six pack of
hard stomach muscle into his shorts. He had really developed his upper body
since I had seen him this undressed and feelings of lust were coursing
through me. Even though I wanted it, I made up my mind that if anything
happened it would be up to him.

Brother or not, being with him out in thick lonely woods was exciting and
seeing his body working and sweating made emotions run high. The day went
by pretty fast as we worked together. He did most of the work but I helped
as much as I could, I'm not a carpenter. I helped him store the stands and
other stuff we had brought with us in one of the sheds they had.

DJ pulled out an air-mattress and laid it under a canvas he had stretched
over a line between two trees, that was our bed for the night. I had
visions of just sleeping under the stars. He had two sleeping bags that
joined and zipping them together he laid them on the mattress. Finished he
asked if I wanted to wash the sweat off and go into the small town we had
come through for something to eat.

I was tired and really didn't feel like dressing and riding again.

"DJ, the bath sounds good but in cold water I don't know."

"Come on wimp, you gonna let your little brother show you up?" We went to
the stream.

Dropping shorts and jockeys he jumped in and gasped but waved me in. I
walked in gingerly and when the cold water hit my cock and balls they
shrank out of sight the water was so cold. DJ was having a ball at my
expense and splashing water at me like a little kid. We played back and
forth laughing and fell into each others arms breathing heavy. The sun was
still warm but the water was freezing as we held each other. I could feel
my cock and his getting hard between us even though we stood in hip deep,
freezing water.

We looked at each other, not saying anything. DJ's arms around me, his hard
muscled chest touching mine with our hips pressed tightly was exhilarating
and my heart was beating like a trip hammer. My chest tightened as I
breathed faster and he just looked at me his thick arms pulling me
tighter. His soft brown eyes shone with the same love that I felt for him.

Running his hands up my back he pulled my head to his brushing our lips
together. I run the tip of my tongue out touching his only briefly and he
said "I've missed you Richie" and he kissed me deeply our tongues twisting
together, saliva mixing. We stood together our heads resting on each
other's shoulders our bodies molded as almost one as the softness of the
evening wrapped around us.

The coldness of the water brought us out of the reverie that had seemed to
cover us. I took DJ by the hand and led him back to the campsite. He had
brought towels and we took turns briskly rubbing each other down trying to
get the blood circulating again. We got in the sleeping bag and held each
other and the warmth of our bodies did the trick and I hoped neither one of
us would come down sick from standing in the cold stream. DJ snuggled close
to me, his head under my chin just like when he was smaller. It's hard to
explain the feelings that I had for DJ unless you have a brother that you
love as much as I loved him. I guess in a gay sort of way, he was like a
son and not my brother. I could hear people saying "what's worse, having
sex with your brother or with your son." Think like that if you want to
screw your head up. Me, I just knew I loved DJ and didn't really care what
others would say. I didn't love him as a sexual object, he was sexy but I
loved him for who and what he was. I laid there holding him, running my
hands over his body and just thinking...

"Richie? What are you thinking about?"

"Us and what you said a little while ago about missing me."

"I have missed you. You've been home but it was like you didn't want to be
alone with me. We would be with mom and dad or out with other guys but not
alone. I would go too work while you were sleeping and then I would sleep
during the day but we just never seemed to be alone, just the two of
us. Not the sex Richie, I just missed being with you holding you like
this."

"Is that why you asked me up here with you?"

"You figured that out. Why not, it worked didn't it?"

"Yes but asking me to build something is a bit much."

"I got a kick out watching you with that hammer. You don't do much of that
do you?"

"Hell no, Dad never showed me how to do that stuff like he has you. I'm the
one he kicked out remember? He didn't have much use for a "faggot" son back
then. Right now I think he just tolerates me for mom's sake."

"He talks about you Richie. I hear him and mom talking and he loves you, he
just doesn't know how too show it."

"It used to bother me DJ but I've gotten over it. He's the main reason I
never came home after I retired from the service, him and the rest of the
family being here. I always missed you but you didn't need me hanging
around. Jerking off together was one thing but after that weekend you came
to my apartment, I decided you were going to be what you were going to be
without me influencing you."

"You didn't enjoy that weekend?"

"Of course I did but I got the feeling you were not sure just what you
wanted yet. I think you were still searching and after what you said about
it just being for me, I didn't want to be the catalyst if you were going to
be gay."

"You're right, I still didn't know. But the hard thing is that I really was
not attracted to other boys except you. Remember the guy in the restaurant?
I wanted to smack him when he opened his mouth the way he did. I didn't
even feel flattered when he said it about being hunky and good looking. If
I was gay then it wouldn't have really made a difference but it did."

"I figured that out later. Matt rubs a lot of people the wrong way but that
is just Matt. No one else has tried to put the make on you since?"

"Oh sure but they never interested me. I'd get horny and jerk off thinking
of what you and I did in bed and the shower. Remember the shower? I always
wanted to do it there again with you. I've been to bed with lots of girls
and I like the feeling I get when I'm screwing them I just want to fill
their pussies with my cock."

"Gay guys don't feel that way DJ. I've known some gay guys that are married
but it is just for convenience and self-protection. Those are the ones that
are afraid someone will know they like men. They get married have babies
with their wives but they go to bed with men and that is bi-sexual. There
are some that just make babies usually with a lesbian and then only have
sex with men."

"I don't feel that way Richie, I want a family. I want to get married and
have my children. But, when I'm with you, I want you and like I said not
just for the sex. I love being with you feeling you holding you. Being next
to you like we are now sends thrills through me makes me love you even more
if that's possible. The sex is just a part of it and I like it with you. I
don't think it is dirty Richie. I think of it as us expressing how much we
love each other. Our cum mixing and it's like we are making one of
us. Silly I guess but that is the way I feel about it."

"I guess I sort of feel the same way DJ. That one time we went all the way
and the way you asked me really made me feel good. That was the best."

We both were warm and breathing normally and I guess thinking the same
things. I just knew I loved being right where I was. I felt just a little
drowsy when DJ started rubbing my chest.

"How you feeling now Richie, you feeling the same way I do?"

DJ was massaging my chest and rolling my hardening cock under the palm of
his hand. I inhaled deeply smelling the dampness of his hair and the
tingling in my balls as he lip kissed my nipples lowering his head over my
stomach the tip of his tongue darting out sending shocks through me. His
hand slowly stroked my cock and without any warning I felt his lips on the
head of my cock his tongue licking the pre-cum.

I grabbed his head, "DJ, you don't want to do that, not that."

Sitting up alongside of me, he looked into my eyes and lowering his head he
kissed me gently on the lips. "Yes Richie, I want you just like you did
me. It's only fair and I've thought about it for all these years. You took
me when I asked you too and I didn't even try with you. Sucking your cock
does not make me queer they way I want it. I want you to, no, I need you to
know that I love you enough to go all the way like you did."

"But you don't have to do it because of that. I know how much you love me
and that's all I need DJ. Don't do something you might regret later and
feel bad about."

"Let me do this Richie. Just this once let me really show you how much you
mean to me please."

"You've never done it DJ. You just don't start sucking on a cock not if you
want you and your partner to enjoy it."

"I remember what you did that time."

I could see nothing but love in his soft eyes. No lust, just love and it
was like that weekend again.

"Turn around DJ, put your legs up beside my head and do what I do. Take it
slow and easy."

DJ turned around and I moved my body so that we were lined up mouth to
cock. I slid an arm under his waist at the hips and the other over him. DJ
followed each movement I made and without me saying anything he took my
cock in his mouth sucking gently on the head taking more of it in. We both
sucked on each other and then I pushed deeper taking all of him in my
throat and he gasped, moaning and sending waves of sharp feelings through
my throbbing shaft. I sucked and my throat muscles squeezed the head of his
thick cock.

DJ was trying to take the rest of my cock but he kept gagging and
coughing. I reached for the back of his head and letting his cock slip from
my mouth, I said,

"Easy DJ, stop for a second. When you feel me touch the back of your mouth,
breath deep through your nose and exhale swallowing. You will feel a little
pressure as I push and then my cock will slide on down your throat."

I can see you shaking your head, me teaching my brother how to deep throat
a man's cock. Well, I'm human and I really wanted to feel him taking all of
me, sucking every inch of it. He did as I told him and when I reached the
back of his mouth and he swallowed while I pushed gently, it felt like my
cock was sliding into a hot velvet cocoon and every muscle in my body
tensed up at the sheer joy of it.

We both fucked face and DJ was almost greedily sucking me as deep as he
could. It felt like we both were trying to get as much as we could of each
other when the telltale hardening of our cocks as we released ourselves
into sexual overdrive, our hips controlling the rush to the edge before
climax. With one deep groan, DJ slammed his cock in as deep as he could and
I felt the surging streams of hot thick juice flowing down my throat
sending me over that precipice that started the emptying of my seed into
him. We both arched our backs driving for that last centimeter holding each
other tight with our mouths as our cocks throbbed and pumped, draining our
nuts dry.

With one final surge, we both collapsed still holding on to each other
sucking and stripping the last drops from softening cocks until they
slipped from our lips. DJ turned and laying on me he kissed me and we mixed
our saliva and the light mouth coating of our seed. Each of us swallowed a
small amount of the mix and he layed his head on my shoulder.

"I love you Richie, with all of my heart I love you."

"I know DJ, I know and I love you."

We laid like that and I stroked his hair feeling his warm breath on the
side of my neck his chest rising and falling in a slow steady rhythm, he
had fallen asleep. I lifted up slightly turning so he would slip down
alongside of me my arm under his neck and pulled the sleeping bag over us.

I didn't go to sleep for a long time just watching his face and thinking
back over the years. Deep inside of me there was the feeling that we would
never make love to each other again.

Yes, I called it "make love to each other." That's what it was, two
brothers loving each other and the giving and taking from the other was the
catalyst that changed and cemented that loving relationship forever.

I drifted off knowing I would never find it in anyone else. I never have

A couple of years later, DJ met Beverly on a blind date and they married in
May 1975. DJ asked me to be his best man.  Kimberly, a girl, was born in
November 1976 and Cory, a boy, was born in September 1978.

	"The love and pleasure of loving between two
      people is forever, not just the moment."

To be continued.