Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2000 05:31:12 +0800
From: trese <trese@bigfoot.com>
Subject: KILT: Jester (t/t) (incest) (fiction)

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Jester
by tReSe
Copyright (c) Friday Trese Co. 1999. All Rights Reserved.

All my life, I've always considered myself as an "ugly duckling." I'm only
5'6.5", 130 lbs., medium built, brown complexion, dark black/brown hair,
and eyes.  However, many people told that though I'm vertically challenge,
there's nothing to be insecure about my looks because they say I look just
fine.

Ha! That would be the day, I would always think when I hear them say that.
The thing is I don't want to "look just fine," I would like to have the
"look" that would make any sexual beings turn their head at my direction
when they saw me passing their way.  Moreover, it would make them drool all
over me and swoon at the very sight of me. You may say that I'm kindda
grandiloquent.

To escape the fact that I have this genetic limitation, I've often daydream
that I would find a magic lamp and a genie would appear to grant me three
wishes. My first wish would be for him to make the epitome of male
hunkness. Second, for all man-kind to worship my gorgeous face and
body. Third, to make me one mean fucking machine. Some kind of fantasy,
huh.

This fantasy was the results that though I'm not such a bad looking guy
from inside and out, still people reject me. They seem to manage something
they don't like with the way I look. They often told me that I'm such a
nice guy, good sense of humor, and very understand but I'm just wasn't
their type. Man, what a bummer. Same old line, all the time. I don't
understand why and I don't like it. However, after this vicious cycle of
rejects, I've given up the thought of finding someone who will love for who
I am.

Nevertheless, fate can be cruel sometimes. Have you had the experience when
you've given up but fate wouldn't let you? Let me illustrate this clearly,
this always happens to me when I'm finding my car key. You are late and you
know that you've placed your car keys on your study table, then when you
try to get it -- it's not there. You've searched everywhere, turning your
room inside out still no key. But when you've given up all together, you
see it again, where you original left it. Well that all changed when Mikey
returned.

Mikey, my nephew, son of my older cousin in my mother side decided to come
back here in the Philippines for his summer vacation. He just turned
fifteen and this vacation was his birthday gift for him by his parents. He
longed to go back and stay here but can't because all of his family is
stationed in the US. Mikey and I are inseparable. I was two years older
than he was. We lived in the same subdivision and we're playmates most of
the times. Though, by blood relation, I'm his uncle and his nephew, we've
always been best buds as well. I was frantic when he called me to inform
that he would stay with us. We've chat non-stop that our wish had been
granted - and that is to see other again. Talking about the good old days
and the countless of times, we got ourselves into trouble and stuff. Both
of us were depressed when day of his departure for the US arrived but we
made a pact that we would always keep in touch. Thank Heaven, we have the
Internet for making it possible, we often email each other and chat over
the icq.

I was so excited to see him again yet a bit nervous. You see, Mikey doesn't
know that I'm gay. I don't know if he would accept me. I don't want to lose
my only best friend in the whole world, but I have to be honest to him. I
owe him that at least. It was my seventeenth birthday when I told my
parents that I'm gay. At first, they told me that it was just a phase and
it would pass. They further injected that I'm too manly to be gay.  When I
heard them said that I was deeply hurt. I can't believe that they would
believe what I was saying to them. But later that week, they realized that
they haven't really listened to what I said and how insensitive they had
acted. They apologized and accepted my sexual preferences and laid the
rules about dating and sex. They told me to be fine some discreet and be
careful that I might end up with some sicko. Further they told me not to
have sex in the house and if I could put it off my mind until I graduate
college, it would be better. And, if I couldn't resist the urge that, I
should always us protection. Though, it was kindda embarrassing hearing
this kind of talk from my parents.  I'm glad they did. Because it made me
realized just how much my folks love and support me. I assured them that I
was still a virgin and that I would disrespect them or do something stupid.

The day of Mikey's arrival came. I was late in picking him up at the
airport. When I got there, he was sitting in the coffee shop. I ran towards
him, he saw me, and stood up to meet and then we hugged. Man, he was
gorgeous. Around 5'10", 150 lbs., with bulging biceps and thin hips.
Beautiful strong face yet still boyish which is totally unblemished and
hair free, and those thighs of his were so muscular with matching bulbous
firm butt.  I really like what I saw. And I'm having a woody under my
shorts just looking at him. I have to mentally kick myself to stop from
fantasizing about this boy-god in front of me.  Because it was right, he
was my nephew and my best friend and I love him.  What I was feeling that
time was pure lust. And, I don't want to ruin what we have by letting "Mr.
Dickie-Horny-Bastard" control my faculties.

After we left the airport, we were caught in the traffic. I have gained
control of my libido and my hard on subsided. I'm like that every time I
would see gorgeous guy. It was some momentary temptation that I've learned
to overcome. And I'm proud of myself for not acting on my animalistic
instinct and keeping my dick at its proper place.  There was nothing else
to do inside the car while waiting for the other vehicle to move on but
talk. Mikey was talking like a bullet train out of excitement, and I have
to stop him so often to understand what he was saying. After that he would
lessen the velocity of his speech then pick up speed again. During one of
his fast mode state of talking, I thought I heard him said that he was
gay. I had to stop him and asked him to repeat what he had just said. He
stopped talking all together and looked at my eyes very seriously. Then he
began to say that I should not hate him or something, because he was gay. I
was dumbstruck by his outright confession. You should see how stupid I look
with my mouth hanging open. He turned his head away from me and held his
hands in eyes.  He was crying thinking that I had rejected him for being
gay. I patted his back and told him not be silly and to stop crying. He
told me that I hate him. I told him I don't hate him. I was just surprise
and didn't see it come. Then he asked me what I thought about him being
gay. I was about it to tell him that it was okay and that I too was gay but
decided to fool around with his head for while. Instead of admitting that
we were alike, I told him

I have to thinking about it first. But I assured him that I still love him
no matter what. I just need some time to get absorb the truth for awhile.
Man, I'm such a jester. I like pulling this kind of things to others. I
like toying with their head, so they don't know what to expect from me.

That night, Mikey was still trying to anticipate my response. Since he told
me earlier that he was gay and gotten, no definitive response from he was
rather quiet. We just finished playing Tiberian Sun, and I creamed his ass
in the game. You see we have two computers, one was my dad's and mine. I
asked permission to install some game to his p/c so Mikey could play and he
gladly let me. Mikey wanted to play another game but I told Mikey that I
was tired and was going to bed. I headed back to the attic, which was my
bedroom. For an attic, it was kindda spacious.

My bed is a king-size mattress, which I laid on the floor, my study table,
computer table, gym equipment in the corner and a bathroom. Before this was
my dad's studio. But I told him that I want the space to be my bedroom in
exchange for my former room. I just like seeing the sun set in the attic
which was my reason for the trade. I was the one who designed the room
since I'm an interior design major. And my dad helped me readjust the floor
since he was an architect. By the way, I forgot to tell that beside the
bathroom, we also built a dark room near the bathroom. My room is the
biggest room in the house. I don't need to go to the kitchen at night,
because I have my own small refrigerator in my room. Cool. I'm just a
spoiled rotten only child. And I like it.

Oops. Sorry I sidetracked. Anyway, I came out of the bathroom after washing
my face.  Usually, I sleep in my birthday suit. But since I have company,
at least I have to be decent and wear boxers. Mikey was already in the room
still playing with my p/c. I bid him good night and lay on the bed. He
didn't respond but I heard him sobbing. I jump out of the bed towards him.
I know the reason why he was crying and I hate seeing him like that. I
turned the chair around so it faced me and I kneeled on the front.  I told
him to stop crying and told him that I know how he feels. He looked at me
bewildered. I reached to whip his eyes and told him that I was gay too.
Now, it was Mikey's turned to look stupid. He had the same expression that
I had at the car earlier.

I stood up and asked if he was okay with it. He stood up without talking to
me. Then he went to the bed and picked up a pillow. I knew he was really
mad for torturing him and that he would sleep instead than talk to me.
Since we were little, every time Mikey was mad at me, he usually went to
sleep without talking to me. I guess this was one of those times. Though, I
know it was useless to ask forgiveness when his mad. He could be so
stubborn sometimes. I had to try. I move towards him and I was about to say
that I was sorry. He hit me with the pillow. I fell on the bed and he kept
pounding me with the pillow. Then he shouted pillow fight. All my fears and
worries vanished and I instantly grabbed a pillow and fought back. We were
at it for quite some time, when he hit me hard causing me lose my balance
and fell on the bed again. I was about to stand up when he straddled my
smooth muscular chest. Then he held my hands by placing it under his legs
in both sides. We were both panting at this time.

We stayed like that for a minute or two catching our breath. Then he spoke
angrily at me saying that I was so stupid and insensitive. I've never seen
him this furious. I told him I didn't mean to torment I told him I was
really sorry for being insensitive and didn't mean to hurt him and using it
the situation to toy with his mind. He lifted his right hand and then
slapped me in the face. I told him what was that for while struggling to
throw him off my chest. He was shocked by what he had done. He immediately
went off me saying he didn't mean to hit me. I lifted my upper body so I
could be in a sitting position. He was crying profoundly this time beside
me saying repeatedly that he didn't mean to hit me. I wrapped my arms
around him and hugged him. I told him that it was okay.  Then he said that
he loves me. I told him that I love him too. He broke our embrace and told
me that I understand him. I asked him what he meant. He told that his been
in love with since we were little but could say so. He didn't want to
jeopardize our relationship. He said that he would rather suffer in silence
knowing that he could have me than lose our friendship. I told him to shut
up and then I looked at his eyes and held his chin in my right hand. Then I
pressed my lips against his. He closed his eyes and savored our very first
kiss. Then I moved back. He opened his eyes and he grabbed from behind the
neck and pulled me to his lips. He kissed me with so much passion and
desire drowning me with joy inside my heart.


***Is this the end? You tell me. (smile)

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tReSe