Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 00:08:26 EST
From: Ritch Christopher <ballmusic69@hotmail.com>
Subject: GayMale/Incest/just-beyond-that-hill-3

Unlike "that-was-then" found in GayMale/HighSchool at Nifty, which is
fiction based on fact...this story is totally fictional except locale and
dated events and descriptions. It contains graphic sex and explicit
language...as usual if you are underage and/or offended by such please exit
now. All rights reserved. Copyright held by Ritch Christopher.


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just-beyond-that-hill-3-EDDIE:


	Marie was too naive to believe I could ever have an ulterior motive by my
being so mannerly to Eddie. She did recognize that fact that I was quite
taken by him, perhaps as a Big Brother to replace my loss of Hal. She also
knew, that if he turned out to be the "one", a little influence from me
might make Momma's and Dad's acceptance of him a little easier. She was
smitten by him...but what she didn't know was that I was too. She even
rewarded me by saying that as long as Dad worked in Oak Ridge, she would
move into Momma's room and let me have our bedroom all to myself. This in
itself was a luxury.

	That Sunday night after "Jack Benny" and "Stop the Music" with Bert
Parks...Momma read her Bible until it was time for "Billy Graham". I was not
in the mood to hear about my going to hell tonight, so I told her that I had
to get up early and repair the brooder for the new chick hatching. I had
reached the point that I dreaded Billy Graham's sermons more than the idea
of the lake of fire I was suppose to swim in for all eternity. I had a
little wooden box Philco radio in our room that worked as long as the tubes
didn't get too hot...On a cloudy night, you might be lucky enough to pick up
a country station beaming from Nashville. I didn't really care for country
music, but Hank Williams and Ernest Tubb were a great substitution for,
"Shall We Gather At The River." It's funny but every time I heard that hymn,
all I could think of was Henry Fonda and Jane Darwell trying to drive to
California in their old pickup in "The Grapes Of Wrath". I thought about Hal
and his recent plight to California and hoped he hadn't encountered any of
the problems the Joad Family had. But that wasn't all I was thinking
about...

	As soon as I went to bed. I chose to sleep in the nude, to celebrate my new
privacy. As soon as I switched off the light socket and lay down, my mind
was racing with the imagery of Eddie. It would be great to have him in the
family. I would have a new brother to look up to, until my love, my Hal,
came home. I wondered if Eddie knew about jerking off? He was in his early
twenties...surely someone had showed him. I wonder who?....also how much had
that someone showed him? Did he know about sucking?  Had Marie ever seen him
naked...No way...but still,  Louise had hinted that Marie had been spending
the nights at Eddie's in secret.  Had she seen what he had between his legs?
Had she touched it? I wonder how big it is? Had he ever touched another guy?
I began to fantasize about that idea...and I pretended that the guy he had
touched was me. My penis became rock hard as I pondered these things. The
only person I had ever fantasized about as I beat off, was Hal...but Eddie
was equally exciting. I thought about taking him in my mouth and he would
take me in his mouth. Would this ever happen? No...of course not, but as the
pop song goes, "I Can Dream, Can't I?".  This new sexual arousal was too
much for me...about twenty strokes and I was already cumming...the strange
this was...after I came...I wouldn't or couldn't go down...so I had to
masturbate again, changing the locale of the fantasy...maybe we were at the
drive in or he and I were skinny dipping.
Two final thoughts crept into my head before I went to sleep...one, I sure
was going to enjoy having my "own" room...and two...I had to make sure Marie
married Eddie. I would do all in my power to make this come to pass.

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	Summer was over and I was about to embark on my junior year of high school.
It seems that Bobby and Chuck, by not "joining up", had both been drafted
and were sent down south to Fort Benning, somewhere in Georgia, I think. I
overheard their mothers talking at church and they were both worried to
death, because they had learned that most of the draftees from there, were
sent to some place called Korea. No one even knew where that was, so it
couldn't be that bad. This gave them the right to hang a star on a little
flag in their windows, as Momma had done, to show that their sons were in
service to the country. I don't know why Momma had put one in our window, we
lived so far back in the sticks, no one would see it except her, me, Marie,
and Eddie, who had been coming by on frequent visitations, to my glee.

	Marie and Eddie were dating each other exclusively and looked as if they
were getting serious. The head of my penis stayed sore and rubbed raw, just
thinking about him every night. He was driving me crazy. I could have
written a large book filling it with the different places and ways we had
sex in my fantasies. He still didn't have a clue, nor had he encouraged me
any. One night around the first week in December, my hopes shot up like a
Christmas rocket, when he asked if he could talk to me privately in my
bedroom. All he had to do was just say the word, and I would have him
undressed and playing with his cock, as I dreamt every night.

	When we got into my bedroom, he told me to close the door.

	"Now, this is just between you and me, OK?"

	Anything between him and me was OK.

	"Eddie, you can always trust me...what's the big secret?". I was getting an
erection in perpetual anticipation.

	"Think Marie will like it?". He had pulled out a purple ring box,
containing a diamond engagement ring. The stone was small but the thought
was there.

	"She's crazy if she don't."

	"I'm gonna give it to her Christmas Eve...Do you think she will marry me?"

	"If she won't, I will."

	"You clown...do you think she'll say yes?"

	"I'll make her say yes!...This is like a dream come true for me."

	"Why's that?"

	"When Hal went to the Navy and you started coming by to see Marie, I had
hoped maybe you would be my new brother. I liked you the first time I saw
you."

	"I never had a brother or a sister, and you would be just the brother I
would have wanted."

	"Welcome to the family, Big Brother." I said as I went over to give him a
big hug. I held him close, as I would have Hal. I was hoping he could feel
my erection pressing against his crotch. I wanted him to wonder why he had
gotten me excited. I'm pretty sure he became aware of it, because he
suddenly pulled back, ending the embrace.

	"Now, ssh...you mustn't breathe a word about this...to anyone...not until I
ask her...Do you think your parents will object?"

	"Heck, no! Momma's been trying to get her married off for years...I'm just
sorry you had to be the miserable soul to be it." I joked.

	"I'm gonna enjoy having you for a little brother...we'll have lots of good
times together."  I only wish he meant that in the way I was thinking.

	Christmas eve came...Marie said "Yes". Momma cried. Dad looked pleasantly
relieved. I was excited, both emotionally and physically, nightly...but a
May wedding was planned.

	Eddie was over at the house every night now. He helped me with the chores
on the weekends. Nothing happened between us, except I got to be with him
more and more. He trusted me. Marie was so pleased with the brotherly bond
he and I had struck up.  I had written Hal about the news and he was going
to try to get a furlough to come home for the nuptials. Hal kept his letters
very straight-forward and brother, because he knew that Momma and maybe,
Dad, would want to read them. My letters to him were all gushy...telling him
about the plans I would make for our "marriage" when he was discharged. He
wrote about the ship he was on. He couldn't say where he was, but he hinted
he would be on sea, where Bobby and Chuck were, on the land. I had to look
at an Atlas and find out just where Korea was.

	It was only two weeks apart that Bobby's and Chuck's parents were notified
they had been killed in the line of duty, guarding something called the 38th
Parallel. Their bodies would be shipped home together and a double military
funeral was planned at the church. I cried when I heard the news. Instantly,
I wondered if this was God's way of punishing them for having sex with each
other...and Hal...and me. I remembered one of the last lines from the movie,
"Gone With The Wind"..."I won't think that now, I'll think about that
tomorrow." Did God punish guys for playing around with each other? There was
no one to ask. I could write and ask Hal, but he wouldn't know either. I
mean, he was more inexperienced than I was. The idea arose that I might ask
Eddie about it, but I was afraid he might get suspicious if I tried to
incriminate myself. He MUSTN'T know about me...not just yet, any way.

	The day of the funeral, the whole county turned out,,,they were the first
two heroes of that war. Since the army was in charge, no one got to view the
bodies, not even their mothers. I didn't shed a tear until we got to the
cemetery. I remembered how wonderful their young bodies had been that
afternoon at the pond. I remember going down on Chuck and Bobby going down
on me. I wondered how serious their relationship had gone? Had they learned
to love each other? Had they made plans to live together when they got out
of the army. I looked at the flag-draped caskets and hoped they had known
the same kind of love that Hal and I had known. I just thanked God that Hal
was on a ship and not involved in ground fighting, as they had been. A
country as small, impoverished, and unintelligent as Korea (I has found it
on the map) was...they would have the capabilities to attack a U.S.Navy
destroyer. I was satisfied that Hal was safe on that big boat.

	Momma went over to Chuck's mother's for a prayer vigil and to cook supper
for them, after the service. I wanted to be left in thought, so I decided to
walk the long way home. Eddie took Marie home in this car. Walking home was
mournful, especially when I passed the swimming hole and re-lived that
afternoon. I only had a half mile to go. I could see Eddie's car still
parked in front of the house. I didn't give much thought about supper. I
wasn't hungry and I knew that Marie wouldn't cook. I hoped Eddie could, or
he would die of malnutrition the first year of their marriage.

	When I entered the house, it seemed empty. Eddie and Marie were no where in
sight. Then I heard voices coming from my room. I tiptoed to get a better
chance to see what they were saying. The door was ajar three or four inches.
I could see the mirror on the dresser, through the cracked opening. In the
mirror, which revealed the other side of the room which housed Marie's bed,
I saw a very naked Marie lying on top of the covers with a very, very naked
Eddie lying on top of her. I couldn't see his dick for he had it planted
inside her mound of curly black pubic hairs. He was fucking her and fucking
her hard, Since I had never done this to anyone, nor had I ever seen anyone
do it, I just stood there quietly and gaped. This was an audio-visual
education in the buff.

	Marie had these huge breasts, with large reddish brown nipples and rings
around them. Eddie had one in each hand...squeezing them each time he thrust
himself inside her. He leaned over, kissed them one at a time and sucked on
them. Marie was making this Oh-Oh-Oh sound in a soprano voice each time he
entered her cavity a little deeper. They were too busy and involved to even
be aware of me, standing in the hall watching a "porno" mirror.

	Suddenly, Eddie made an announcement..."I'm gonna cum...I'M gonna cum...I'M
GONNA cum...I'M GONNA CUM!!". and he pulled out and started to finish
himself off by hand. That's when I caught the first glimpse I had ever had
of my dream organ. It didn't disappoint. It was as perfect as the rest of
his body. It was smooth, circumcised, no veins in sight, with a perfectly
shaped bell=head. He was jerking it with vigor as Marie reached up and
grabbed it, replacing his hand and stroke, with her own.
He raised his head back to cry out in ecstasy and began to erupt the white
lava, as Marie lifted her head to take the shooting rod into her mouth.

	The sight of this had overpowered my entire mind and body. I was so excited
that I shot a load in my white briefs, without ever having to touch myself
once. In one quick moment, Marie had experienced all that I had dreamt about
for months. I envied her...and I hated her...it just wasn't fair...I had
waited a long time for him...but she was a girl...a "girl" is what he
wanted...a "girl" could please him...not a guy,,,not me...like heck I
couldn't...Oh God, if I only had the chance...I could make him forget Marie
in one night...I was sure of it.

	Once again, I tiptoed down the hall, this time toward the bathroom to clean
myself up. I took off my Sunday trousers I had worn to the funeral and my
cum-stained shorts. I decided to wash them in the lavatory. I still had on
my shirt and tie, but was naked from the waist down, Suddenly, the bathroom
door opened and in hurried the very, very, naked Eddie. He had come to pee.
When he saw me, he blushed. A wave of embarrassment poured down his body as
if a can of red paint were streaming down covering his torso, hips, legs and
feet. I swear, even his cock was red with shame.

	"Judd...what?...uh...how?...did you?...were you?..."

	"No, I just came into wash out my shorts. I had a little accident of wet
gas and I was trying to get the stain out of them."

	"Judd...Marie and I were...well...I...I mean, Marie..."

	"It's OK Eddie...I told you that you could trust me...I won't tell and
there's no reason for Marie to know that I know anything..."

	"If you'll excuse me. I really do have to pee."

	"Just shut the door and don't let on that I'm in here." He was aware that I
was surveying every inch of his body cock. My cockhead was still covered in
semen from my real "accident". I was also aware he was staring and wondering
about that.

	"What happened?...Did you?...How did you get that...?" He wanted to ask,
but the words wouldn't come.

	"This happens sometimes...it's all a part of growing up is what Hal told
me...You wanna wash yourself off in the lavatory?". I asked him.

	He walked over to the small sink beside me. My hands were fully lathered
from the suds I was trying to wash my shorts.

	"Here, let me put some of these soap suds on you...no reason for them to go
to waste." Without giving him a chance to refuse. I grabbed his cock and
covered it with white lather, I even pulled his small foreskin back to soap
it too.

	It proved one thing...Eddie was human, No one could have this done to them
without getting a hardon. Up sprang his seven and a half inches. right on
cue...but this time, it was in MY hand.

	"Oh, God, Judd, what are you doing?...But don't stop!!"

	I had him where I had wanted him since last fall...naked, in my house, and
alone with me...and the best part, I was doing things to him. I didn't know
how far this little venture would lead, but I was going to make it last as
long as I could. I would be brave and see how far he would let me go. He
began to moan as my hand slid up and down his shaft.
I cautioned him with a silent "sshh". He nodded as if he understood, but
made no movement to stop me...He wanted more...and MORE is what I was gonna
give him.

	He showed no sign of shame, now, neither in his nakedness nor the overtness
of my action. He even displayed a pleasure, by putting one arm around my
neck. The closer he came to his orgasm, the closer he pulled my head near
him, until he had buried his face between my neck and shoulder. He was
breathing hard and excitedly as his hot air was pounding into my chest. I
took advantage of the privileges he was affording me, by cupping his scrotum
with my free hand, beginning a squeezing motion to match the rhythm of my
other hand's stroking. At eh moment I didn't consider what consequence or
recourse this might bring after he climaxed. There was only NOW...not later,
to think about and enjoy, I even reached lower with my cupping hand to find
the tiny spot between his legs where everything joined...balls, thighs, and
asscrack. I massaged this area, giving him a thrill he had not known before.
Only a few minutes passed before I felt the cool soapsuds, being mixed with
the warmth of his spurting body fluid, in my hand. He wanted to cry out  in
satisfaction with his accomplishment, but I took my left hand and lightly
placed it over his mouth, so as not to send a signal to Marie that her
fiance was in the bathroom with her younger brother.

	When his labored breathing had subsided, I looked him in the face for the
first time, since I had begun my bravura. I cringed at idea he might
retaliate with anger and beat me to a pulp. His brow was covered with
perspiration and there were tears welling in his eyes, masking a quizzical
stare. I didn't want to be intimidated with what I was expecting, so before
he could say a word, I leaned quickly over to him a placed my lips on his.
His first reaction was to push me away. I had gone too far. But I refused to
unlock my mouth on his. I thought, what the heck, I've, apparently ruined
our friendship and perhaps even put a division in out family, I might as
well proceed and get as much enjoyment out of this, that I could. On a count
of about "five", he relaxed and let me continue the oral affection. I
couldn't stop now. My nervous energy kept pushing me forward. I pressed my
tongue between his lips and tried to force them apart. I succeeded. He let
me enter and explore his fast and hot-breathing cavity. I pushed my tongue
against his and he responded in like manner. In a matter of seconds, it was
impossible to tell who was kissing whom, as he had slowly put his arms
around my back and drew me next to his sweaty body. His hands began an
exploration up and down my spine, cupping my ass cheeks, a movement I'm
sure, he had bestowed on many girlfriends, including Marie. Had he forgotten
I was naked from the waist down? He was pulling my eager crotch and meshing
it into his. The first thought of reality hit when I wondered if this was
the meaning of "adultery"?  No, that's when a "married" person goes to bed
with another partner. Since he and Marie weren't married yet, Billy Graham
must have another word for this...pre-marital adultery, perhaps? Either way,
it must have been a sin.

	As I had separated myself from the antiquated morals of the Baptist Church,
I was convinced I had reserved my front row seat in hell, by now. Oh well, I
was still young. There would always be time to confess and get things right
with God...however...Chuck and Bobby were just two years older than I...and
they had already paid with their lives. I erased these ideas by saying to
myself, "Standing here. half-naked, making love to my future brother-in-law
was neither the time nor place to repent. I decided to stop everything and
wait for Eddie's condemnation. I would deal with God's later.

	We backed apart about two feet and stood silently, looking at each other,
expressionless...what would or could I say...or more fearfully, what would
or could he say?

	Finally he broke the smothering tension..."What happened?"

	"I don't know, Eddie...I should be sorry...but I'm not."

	I paused.

	"The funeral had me so "down". I was grieving for Bobby and Chuck...I miss
Hal, so much...I just needed someone to hold...someone to express my sorrow
and release all these emotions I had built up...I guess I'm sorry your were
my "victim"...Eddie, I am so damned lonely."

	"I think I understand...come here, little guy, let me hold you. Cry, if you
want, but just let it go."

	I went back into his arms and he comforted me as a mother would, a child.
This time when our penises touched, I didn't get excited...nor did he. This
was a tender embrace...the kind he thought I needed. I seemed to melt into
him. My forehead was near his mouth and he kissed it gently.

	"You've been through so much...You became the man of the house so young and
no one ever acknowledged that deep inside you were still a little boy. No
one would let that surface."

	This was the first time I had felt "safe", since Hal had left for the navy.
All at once, I loved Eddie, as I did Hal, This might have been a one-time
episode, but I was sure I would remember this moment for the rest of my
life.

	It was time to come back to earth...return to the present of "who" and
"where" we were...There could be no answers to "how" and "why".

	"Judd are you OK, now?...I've got to get back to Marie, before she suspects
something."

	"I'm fine, Eddie. I needed this moment...I needed someone like you...I
needed you."

	"I'm going to be here for you, for a long time. I don't understand anything
that just happened. I don't have time to decipher that now. There'll be
plenty of time to sort all this out later."

	"That's fine with me...I take full responsibility for me actions. None of
it was your fault. It was something that has been building up in me for a
long while...I just don't want you to turn against me...I don't want you to
hold a grudge or be mad at me."

	"I'm not mad...when I go home, I'll think this through. There has been no
damage done to our friendship...believe me, little buddy."

	"I'll try."

	He left me in the bathroom, alone. I looked at myself in the mirror and
broke into tears. I hid my wet shorts underneath a pile of towels, put back
on my trousers, slipped quietly down the hall and out the front door. I
re-opened it and let the screen door slam."

	"Marie!...Eddie!...Where are you?...Is anybody home?...

	"We're in here...in the bedroom, Judd," Eddie called, "Marie wanted to stop
by and get some fresh clothes...We're going over to Bobby's house to be with
his mother."

	All was safe...we had not been caught...at least, this time.

	My solo bedroom action increased nightly after this. I was in love, or so I
thought...and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it except lie in
my bed at night, and dream.

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	Since Eddie had no brothers, nor a best friend to speak of...he asked me to
be his best man. There was a big todo at the church. Momma had made herself
a new dress. She had spent hours on Marie's wedding dress, even tatting lace
with her little plastic shuttle to make the gown look "store-bought". We
hadn't heard from Hal in almost three weeks. He had planned on being there
for the wedding. His absence produced a dark hover over the ceremony. It was
unlike Hal to not contact us...something must be wrong or they were on some
secret naval maneuver he couldn't write us about.

	The reception was held in the BYPU meeting room at the church. Momma had
made a big four tier cake.  Dad was parading about the room as if here had
one first prize at the county fair. Louise was maid of honor. It was only
fair, since she had played a big part in Marie's cover-up. If Momma had
known that Marie had slept with Eddie before they got married, she would
never had sewn the dress out of white satin. She would have made it bright
red...or put a big "A" on it like Hester in "The Scarlet Letter", we had had
to read in sophomore English.

	Eddie had reserved a room for them at Gatlinburg, Tenn. for a honeymoon. I
had been the innocent dutiful little brother...seeing to all the physical
plans of the wedding, including distributing the rice and tying the
traditional cans to Eddie's back bumper. As they got into the car to make
their grand exit, Marie gave me a big sisterly hug, and thanked me. Eddie
followed suit with a big bear hug, but holding me long enough, to whisper
into my ear, "I love you, little brother." I hugged him tighter after he
said that. I couldn't help myself, I even thrust my pelvis into his...in
front of God and all His parishioners. I ran after the car as they left,
waving and throwing rice. It was getting to be a habit, standing there
watching all the people in my life, leave me and drive off just beyond that
hill.

	The food that was left over, Momma gave away. We packed all the dirty
dishes in Dad's car and headed home to the farm. We turned down our dirt
road, passing the swimming hole and as we approached the house, there was an
unfamiliar car parked in front. It looked like two men were inside. Dad and
Momma got out at the same time the two strangers did. I told Dad, I would
park the car around the back of the house, since I had just got my license.
I parked and walked around the side house. As I turned the corner, I heard
Momma scream, "Oh my Lord...NO...NO...NO".

	I ran toward her but Dad was blocking my view. He was trying to restrain
her and I couldn't see her face. Dad was holding her tightly as she wept.
One of the men looked at me and asked, "Are you Judd?"

	"Yes", I replied cautiously.

	"I'm sorry, son, but I had to bring some bad news to your folks."

	"What kind of news?"

	"Son, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your brother's ship was
attacked by North Koreans, and 109 sailors were lost...your brother, Hal,
was one of them."

	So THIS is how God would punish me!!! Hal's death was all MY fault. I would
never had sex again, as long as I lived. I would never touch myself or have
a dirty fantasy. It wasn't fair...Why should Hal be killed for the sins I
had committed? I hated everything and everyone. I would never go to church
again. I didn't want to worship a vengeful God.

	Then my thoughts returned to Hal...Had he suffered? Did he die instantly?
Was he thinking about me...and the farm...? These were questions never to be
answered. I ran down the road to the place we had said goodbye. I fell to
the ground and wept. I didn't raise my head until night had fallen. My Hal,
my brother, my love...the triumvirate...all gone. I was alone...completely
alone.

	It would be two weeks before they shipped Hal's body home. I did what I
could to comfort Momma. Dad never showed his emotions. He was hard to read
his face to know what he was thinking. There were no phones to contact Marie
and Eddie, since their honeymoon cabin was somewhere in the Smoky Mountains.
They didn't even know about Hal, until they returned home, a week later. I
spent a lot of my time hiding in one of the stalls in the barn. What would
Momma and Dad do, if they knew I was responsible for Hal's death. I was
scared. Hurt...angry...but mostly scared. I didn't think of suicide because
I wasn't looking forward to spending all of eternity, burning in hell. I
didn't want to live...but I didn't want to die, either...not just now.

	As I sat in the barn, I looked about at the chores I hadn't done since the
"news". There were four or five eggs in each nest I hadn't bother to gather.
The chickens needed feed and fresh water. I didn't even hear the barn door
creak when it opened. I was lying on a pile of hay, on my stomach. My head
was buried in my arms folded under my face.
I heard the hay rustle as someone came and knelt beside me. I didn't know
who it was until Eddie spoke...

	"You OK, little brother?" he asked so quietly.

	I didn't respond. I just stayed there in my prone position. He tried to
turn me over. I did not want to look at him. It was my lust for him that had
caused me to lose the love of my life.

	"Leave me alone, Eddie,...please...it's all my fault...Hal is dead because
of me."

	"No, no, no, little guy, you can't say that...You had nothing to do with
Hal's death."

	"God saw me with Hal. He knew what we did together...He saw you and me
together and this is His way of punishing me for my sins."

	"Judd...Judd...that's not true. God's not like that. He doesn't punish
other people for the sins we commit. You loved Hal. Hal loved you. God
recognizes love...no matter who it's between. You can't be punished for
loving...hate, maybe, but not love."

	"Eddie...you don't know...you don't understand...I just didn't love Hal...I
LOVED him...the way you and Marie love each other."

	"I'm no Bible scholar...but I know men can sometimes love each other and
God says it's OK...Remember David and Jonathan?...They loved each other and
God blessed them for it...and David wrote a whole book of Psalms praising
God, even after Jonathan's death."

	Eddie's words were comforting but not convincing. I wiped my eyes and face
and for the first time was able to look at him.

	"Come on, little fellow, you're carrying the weight of the world on your
shoulders...you're blaming yourself for no reason."

	"I wish I could believe you."

	"You can...haven't I told you that you can trust me?"

	"Yes."

	"Well, you can."

	He sat down to embrace me.

	"Hold me, Judd. I'm here for you...I told you I would be here for you, for
a long time...Hold me...Know that I'm here."

	I melted in his arms and cried long and hard. He stroked the back of my
head. He wrapped his arms around my head and gave me several small kisses on
my forehead,

	"My poor little guy. I wish I had been here the whole week for you...but
I'm here now...Stay and hold me as long as you like."

	He raised my chin with his hand and brushed his lips on mine. This
frightened me...was God watching me now? Still, if a kiss was only a way of
expressing love...and I DID love Eddie, in some way...a friend, a brother, a
brother-in-law...then maybe kissing was NOT a sin. I relaxed and pressed my
lips tighter and closer to his. Without unlocking our lips, he laid me back
on the hay and stretched out his body, partially laying on top of me. He
raised the level of our passion by sliding his tongue into my mouth. He
kissed me harder, then raised his head and looked into my eyes.

	"Maybe this isn't the time to say this...but after we had that incident in
the bathroom, I went home and thought about it all night. I'm a man...you're
a man...men don't do sexual things to each other. I tossed and turned, but I
couldn't get you out of my mind. I finally jerked off, re-creating in a
fantasy what we had done earlier. I've never done anything like that with a
guy before. I never had feelings for another man...but there was something
about the beauty of your innocence that made it seem all right. I don't know
if I was seeing the resemblance of Marie, while looking in your eyes...but
something strange occurred in Gatlinburg this week. One night, when I was
making love to Marie, I looked at her face and it had disappeared. Your face
was there, instead. Judd, I was making love to you. I don't know what's
happening to me...but you're in my every thought...you're in my reverie when
I'm making love to my wife. You're not effeminate...I don't think of you as
a woman...I think of you as something or someone I want to love...I don't
know where this is going to lead or where it will all end...but I find that,
without any encouragement, I have fallen in love with you...a man...my new
brother."


	My first thought was...now, I'm a seductress, I'm as bad as Eve,  offering
Adam the fruit. He was putting HIS soul in jeopardy. Maybe if we both died,
we could spend eternity together...I wouldn't think of that now.

	"Judd, can I have you?...Can I make love to you?"

	I couldn't speak I just slowly nodded my head in agreement, as I felt him
reach below and unzipped my pants. He placed his hand inside in search of my
manhood. I submitted. A great chill of fear ran through my body as he put my
cock in his mouth.


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(to be continued) just-beyond-the-hill-4

If you are enjoying this, I have another complete story at Nifty, posted in
the High School section, entitled "that-was-then". Your comments have been
most encouraging as I continue Judd's drama.