Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2017 08:37:10 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Karl & Greg 14

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*****

Greg just stared at me, stared and stared and stared. Finally, he let
himself flow off the couch so we were sitting on the same level. His arm
shook as he reached out and brushed my hair from my face. I hiccoughed as
he did so, overcome with emotion. He let the back of his hand slide across
my cheek. I almost purred. His voice rescued my soul, "We've got a lot to
talk about, baby bro. Let's go upstairs, okay?"

*****

Note: This is a short chapter on purpose to set the stage for some
important shit coming next for our two heroes.

Karl & Greg 14: Running
By Bear Pup

M/M;

I followed Greg like a puppy who'd just had his snout roundly popped with a
newspaper for messing the floor, then got a pat on the head and whistle
from his owner. I could actually feel my metaphorical tail wagging.

I was a bit surprised that he went straight to my room, where we'd slept
the night before. Greg sat cross-legged on the still-unmade bed. I came to
a screeching halt inside the door, unsure what to do and desperate not to
upset Greg any more than I had already. He nodded his head at the other end
of the bed, and I sat. I didn't match his pose cuz my muscular legs don't
bend that way, but I sat knees-akimbo and just waited.

Greg looked at me for the longest time. "Let's back up a decade, okay, Baby
Bro?" I nodded. "We did a pretty fucked up job of communicating, so let's
start with that. From now on, I tell you what I think you mean and you tell
me what you think I mean. If I think you're felling a certain way, I
ask. If you think I'm upset or whatever, you ask. Deal?" I nodded again.

"When we were kids, what did you think about me?"

That was a complicated minefield of a question. I breathed deeply a couple
of times, then started, hesitantly, "A decade? I'd have been 8 and you
close to 9? I thought you were amazing. We'd both have been in second
grade. You knew all the words that the teacher... Mrs Hollings?
Hollingsworth?"

"Hollings, I think."

"...all the words she wrote on the blackboard. How to punctuate things. And
the math! I spent all year trying to learn those fucking times tables and
you just, I don't know, knew! And the other thing, the really important
other thing, was Billy Wilkins."

Greg groaned. "I'd almost forgotten about that little bully."

"He pushed you around in 1st grade, but started to really mess with you in
2nd. One day, recess, he came up behind you and pushed you so hard. So
hard. And you cried and I thought I'd die. You never cried. You never. And
I... LOST IT. I walloped him across the ear and he was stupid enough to
fight back. I wasn't nearly as strong but I was so MAD! So mad that I just
walloped him again and again until the teacher came and pulled us apart.

All three of us ended up in the principal's office. He looked so mean and
old! Man, I was so scared. We always watched Kojak. Remember? Every week. I
expected a huge, bald, lollipop guy to come in and take me to prison. Swear
to God. And even before the principle asked, you just let forth with some
song and dance about me *thinking* that Billy was hurting you and I
*thought* I was protecting you, and all three of us walked out of
there. Billy Wilkins hated us both until they moved away, but he never
messed with you again."

"He did." Greg's voice was small. "He'd wait until you weren't around. I
never told you cuz I thought it made me, I dunno, weak?"

"He hurt you after?" I could hear the growl in my voice.

Greg laughed, "Yeah, but it's a bit late for you to go punch him don't you
think?" To be honest, I wasn't sure. I decided to lob the ball back to
Greg's end of the court.

"And what did you think about me? Second grade."

Greg was quiet a long time. A looooong time. When he spoke, it was in a
mumble. "I was humiliated that you had to defend me. You were my little
brother, and you had to make the bully back off. I was supposed to do that
for *you*. I was so scared, so worried, so... I don't know, upset that I
had failed in the one thing that a big brother was supposed to do.

"I guess I thought you, I dunno, realised that I was pretty useless and
pitied me because you had to protect me." I growled again. "No, hear me
out. You never SAID that you looked up to me. And I was a kid, too. I
wouldn't have known how to say, ask, you, know." His voice trailed off.

"So all those years that I thought I had your back, you thought, what, that
I was mocking you?"

Greg just nodded, unable to look at me.

"You thought I considered you weak or something?"

He nodded again.

It hurt. A lot. "You know that I hate that now. That I hate what I
did. That I hate not, n, not telling you that it was, was the only thing I
thought I could contribute?"

Greg's voice was soft and fragile, "And I hate that I didn't feel proud and
thankful and honoured, but felt that you, I don't know, believed you have
to protect me because I was just some useless geek. FUCK!" His sudden,
alarmingly-loud outburst damn near made me shit myself. "And Mom and Pa
never noticed. Never whacked me upside the head. We were kids. *They* were
the adults. *They* were supposed to, you know, guide us!"

My own voice erupted, low and menacing. "Don't you go after Mom and Pa. Mom
thought you were an angel made flesh, and Pa was there for me when no one
else was, 'Big Brother'. You can blame me or blame anyone, but not them."

Greg's face came up. Streaming tears. "You know that's not how it looks
from my side, right?"

"What?"

"Mom paid attention to me, sure. She pushed me to always be better and
encouraged me. But she never let up. Pa acted like I was some sort of
changeling, that I was an alien from planet geek that he couldn't
understand. To me, truth, it felt then like he didn't want to try.

"And you were his tiny clone, the apple of his eye. He always took your
side..."

"And Mom took YOURS!"

"...and played with you..."

"We ALWAYS asked you to come!"

"...and just, I don't know, kicked me to the curb..."

"FUCK THAT! Pa and I talked every week, sometimes every damn day. About
YOU, dickhead. Do you know that he *cried*? Pa *cried* when you won that
writing contest and told mom and not him. And don't you tell me you don't
know how that feels! You blame Pa and me for acting exactly like YOU
did. I'm done with this shit. DONE! I'm going to my room." I was off the
bed and halfway to the door before I realised.

"AAGGHH! This *is* my room you fuck! Just, fuck, I don't know. I'm going
for a run." Being the mature adult that I was, I grabbed my shoes, a jock
and running shorts and slammed the door as hard as I could behind me. It
bounced and hit me, so I slammed it again. FUCK! I was in the shoes and
shorts and out the door before I could think again.

And damn but it was chilly that morning. I still had the night's sweat and
my running slowly liquefied the dried cum from our lovemak... no, now I
can't even *call* it that. Our, FUCK, sex shit. I ran harder, the wet just
making the cold worse. The chill breeze added to my own wake... my upper
body was trembling with cold, so I started to pump my arms hard and
occasionally ran backwards so my back muscles got into the action.

All I could think about was Greg, and how completely fucking unfair all of
this was. I got to the park where I usually took stretches at the gazebo
and just blew through. Mistake, I'd find out later that day when my legs
called in that debt. I had just had the most fulfilling and meaningful sex
of my life last night, an actual dream come true. I went to bed happier
than I could ever remember and made lo... FUCK! had sex with Greg in the
middle of the night and was so contented and slept so well snuggled into
him and now, a handful of hours later, the world SUCKED! I felt myself
slowing and looked around. Shit. I had unconsciously started my 10-mile
loop and I was so not up to that! I turned back, knowing that it would make
this about a six-miler. And now my arms were starting to ache as much as my
heart. GAH! I pushed harder and harder trying to get my brain to stop. Greg
moaning from what my dick did to his ass. Greg begging for more. Greg
screaming at me this morning. Greg crying, last night from the sensation
and this morning from hurt. Greg whimpering with pleasure. Greg looking at
me like a bug. I rounded the corner to the house and just... lost it. I sat
on the Jenkins' porch and just shook for a minute. What the fuck was I
going to do now?

<eof>

More coming quickly.

Stories so far, all at www.nifty.org/nifty/gay...
Canvas Hell: 11 chapters, more coming, .../camping/canvas-hell/
Karl & Greg: 14 chapters, more coming, .../incest/karl-and-greg/
The Heathens: 2 chapters, more coming, .../historical/the-heathens/
Beaux Thibodaux: 3 chapters, LOTS more coming, .../adult-youth/beaux-thibodaux/
Mud Lark Holler: 2 chapters, more coming, .../rural/mud-lark-holler
Turntable Rehab: 2 chapter, more coming, .../authoritarian/turntable-rehabilitation-services
Off the Magic Carpet: 1 chapter, not sure yet, .../military/off-the-magic-carpet
Temple Street: 5 chapters (on hiatus), .../authoritarian/temple-street/
Virtual Master: 1 story (not a series), .../authoritarian/virtual-master