Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2012 13:45:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mirror, Mirror, - 4

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between teen age brothers and their friends. No real boy's were involved.
Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

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Mirror, Mirror

Chapter 4

Cameron's alarm woke him at 3:00am. He threw his covers back and climbed
out of bed. He reached for his favorite sweat shirt and pulled it over his
head. It was old and pretty beat up, but it was soft and comfy. He was
still in his sleep pants and he decided they'd be fine. He picked up a
schoolbook, notepaper and pen, and ever so quietly stepped through the
door. He listened for any sound of Bryce and didn't hear a thing.

The coast clear, Cameron softly crept up the stairs toward the main part of
the house. He knew the third step from the top squeaked, so took care to
step over it. When he got to the landing he stopped and listened again. The
house was quiet.

Cameron's target was the computer in the corner of the upstairs family
room. For months both boys begged their parents for their own laptops but
were told they were still too young. He knew it was because of his mom. She
worried that left on their own; the twins would head straight for all the
sex sites. Just last month their dad had finally weighed in on the matter
and took the boy's side. He hinted the guys would most likely have
something to look forward to this Christmas. In the meantime the only
option was the computer in the family room. The boys knew that unless they
were using it for homework, they were pretty much out of luck.

"Unless of course," Cameron thought, "you could get on it when no one else
was around." Then a guy could have some fun.

Cameron smiled as he tip-toed toward the machine. It didn't happen very
often, but there had been a few times when either he or his brother had
been left home alone. He knew what he did at times like that and he figured
Bryce would have done the same. So it wasn't like either of the twins was
totally innocent. They'd seen their share of stuff. His mom's plan of
leaving the computer out in the open just made things a little more
difficult.

One of the things Cameron had learned during late night scouting missions
was that you had to think way ahead, or risk being caught. He reached for
the knob on the speakers. He always worried the bing-bong-bing at start-up
would be loud enough to cause trouble; especially when it was late at night
and your mom and dad were only a few feet away. Cameron switched the sound
off, pushed the power button and settled into the chair. He put his
textbook and other stuff next to him. "Plausible Deniability," was a term
he'd only just learned from a TV show. If he got caught and had a school
book nearby, he hoped he could argue that he was just doing his homework.

Fifteen minutes later, Cameron was deeply absorbed in what he saw on the
monitor. But it wasn't porn. Cameron knew Bryce would have gone straight to
videos. The way his brother had described a couple, they would probably
have made their dad blush, and he had three kids. Cameron had sometimes
done that too, but tonight was different.

The memory of seeing the preacher's kid sucking another kid's dick at
church camp still gave Cameron a hard on. Then there were the things that
had happened with Bryce, the jerking off together and the hand job. Cameron
had found himself thinking more and more. He wasn't stupid. He knew it was
telling him that most likely he was gay. But he wasn't quite ready to admit
it. He had always thought of himself as being just like every other kid. It
was starting to look like that might not be true.

"GBRC – Hey, Cam," the text came on screen.

"Hey," Cam typed back. He'd been on line three nights in a row talking with
a college kid at a resource center for GLBT teens.

"How `ya doin?" the college kid asked.

"Okay," Cam answered.

"You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Cam bit his lip then typed, "Yeah, that's why I'm here."

"Last night you said you were thinking about getting with another boy for
the first time. Are you still thinking about that?"

"Yeah, like, all the time! LOL." Cameron wondered how much he should be
saying but he really felt he needed help. "He's a year older. I know him
from school."

The counselor talked to him about all the things he should be thinking
about to stay safe.

"I can trust him, I know him from outside of school, too."

The counselor tried to convince Cameron he had plenty of time to think
about stuff like this.

"I know, `Love Can Wait', right?" Cameron sent a smiley face. "Heard it all
before."

"So, you're really going to do this?"

Cameron paused before he answered. "Yeah, I think I am."

"Why?"

Cameron knew the college kid was there to help, to encourage him to think
things through. More than that, he was there to make sure kids like Cameron
had someone to talk to, someone who cared.

"Well, he's really cute." Cameron chuckled as he typed. "But I don't think
that's the reason. I have all these feelings and I know I just have to find
out for sure."

The college kid reassured him most gay boys had similar feelings. The guys
chatted back and forth. It seemed like the college kid had been through the
same stuff himself.

"Shit!" Cameron blurted out and then quickly slapped a hand over his
mouth. He looked around to see what had freaked him out. There was a purr
and then Sox strutted out from under the chair. The kitten had brushed
against his leg and nearly given him a heart attack.

"Damn you, Sox," Cameron whispered. "You scared the crap out of me."

The kitten looked up but didn't seem too concerned. It sauntered off toward
the kitchen.

By the end of the chat, Cameron had made up his mind; if Mark called he
thought he'd be ready.

The guy at the resource center asked Cameron once more if he was safe, if
he needed help of any kind. Cameron assured him he was okay. "But you'll be
around, right?"

"There's always somebody here," the guy answered. "Write down our phone
number and if you ever need us, call, okay?"

Cameron took his pen and scratched the number on the inside cover of his
textbook. "Yeah," Cameron typed, "Thanks."

* * * *

Back in his room, Cameron lay in bed, his mind still swirling. He figured
he'd answered the first of his questions. He was now pretty sure he was
gay. He'd told himself he wouldn't be totally sure until after he'd
actually been with a guy. The other question was even tougher. "What the
fuck was up with all the feelings he was having for his brother?"

* * * *

More than a week went by and Cameron still hadn't gotten a call from Mark,
leaving him more confused than ever.

"I wonder if I should call him?" Cameron asked himself at least a dozen
times. He hadn't done it because he was too nervous to be the one to make
the first call.

The following Sunday the matter took an interesting turn. The church was
having a revival service with a visiting preacher. Everyone stayed after
for a meal and settled in for the afternoon. Then there was another service
that evening.

The twins finished eating lunch and took off to the youth room to play ping
pong. A handful of other kids were already there, including Mark, the
preacher's kid.

"Sup?" Mark smiled as the twins walked into the room. He rolled the ping
pong ball in his hand, getting ready to serve.

"Hey," Cameron said hesitantly. Bryce immediately headed over to the
sidelines where a couple of middle school girls were watching.

Seeing Cameron hesitate, Mark handed his paddle to another kid who took his
place. Then Mark motioned to Cameron to sit down. They sat on a thread bare
old couch to watch the game for a minute. Cameron found himself growing
uneasy. They were only inches apart.

Cameron gave Mark a look which Mark returned with a tender smile. Cameron
sat back and felt himself sink into the worn cushion.

"I didn't forget," Mark said a moment later, looking off toward some other
kids.

"Huh?"

"I didn't forget that I told you I was going to call," Mark said softly and
turned toward Cameron.

"Oh?" Cameron replied just as softly, he was getting more nervous.

"There just wasn't a time when my folks were gone."

Cameron wasn't sure he understood why Mark's folks had to be gone for him
to make a phone call.

"I mean, I thought it'd be cool if we could be alone when you came over."

Cameron's heart started to pound. He was pretty sure he knew what Mark had
in mind. "Yeah, uh, I think that'd be cool, too."

"You do?" Mark seemed just a little surprised.

"Yeah," Cameron whispered.  "Alone sounds nice," he said haltingly.

Cameron knew he was taking a big risk by saying something like that. He
felt his ears get warm; he knew they were turning pink.

Mark glanced toward Bryce, who was busy chatting up some girls; then he
looked back at Cameron.

"We might look exactly alike," Cameron said softly, "but my brother and I
don't always like the same things."

* * * *

Cameron looked around the shower. The locker room full of naked boys was
just adding to the problem he'd had for most of the day. He was growing
hornier by the minute. Mark had called the previous night and invited
Cameron to stop by his house after school. They'd decided they wouldn't
meet anyplace close to school just in case someone might see them. Cameron
had gotten permission from his mom; it was easy. After all, Mark was the
preacher's kid.

Cameron made sure he did a good job with his shower. He soaped everything,
rinsed, and did it again. The second time around, he put a glop of soap on
his hand and thoroughly scrubbed his ass crack. Then he moved around front
and finished up with his cock. The thing was chubbing. He flipped the
shower toward cold to give it a rinse and the shock of the icy water helped
settle things down. His dick drooped back toward normal.

* * * *

Cameron had barely knocked when Mark pulled the front door open. Cameron
stepped inside and Mark took his coat. He tossed it onto a chair in the
living room and then he'd given Cameron a quick tour of the first floor. It
hadn't taken very long.

"Want to see my room?" Mark asked brightly.

"Sure," Cameron said. He was nervous and excited at the same time.

Mark led the way up the stairs. That gave Cameron a chance to check him
out.  The fifteen-year-old was about three inches taller than Cameron. He
was wearing some faded jeans that were well worn, especially in the
seat. Some threads had separated across one of his ass cheeks and Cameron
could see a hint of the kid's boxers. The deep red T-Shirt he was wearing
helped set off his mop of black hair. It was longer than many of the other
kids at school and he had a habit of giving it a flip to keep it up and
away from his eyes. Cameron saw that he hadn't bothered with shoes. The
grey fluffy socks looked like they were favorites.

Reaching the landing, Mark led him down a small hall and then turned to the
right. Mark's house was smaller than Cameron was used to. The church owned
manse sat right next door to the church. It was styled much like an old
farmhouse, and was practically as old. Cameron had known at least three of
the preacher's that had lived there previously. Preachers didn't stay very
long. He couldn't even guess at how many had lived in the house over the
years.

Mark stopped in front of a door with a big red and black sign that read
"DANGER," under that was "Mark's Room – Enter at Own Risk." The colors
were the same as those used to warn of electrical wiring and such.

Mark opened the bedroom door and stepped aside.

Cameron paused just a second, not quite sure what he'd find. He was
surprised to see Mark's room was clean and in order. The bed was made,
school books were stacked on the corner of the desk, and it looked like the
carpet had been vacuumed. A variety of posters adorned the walls. Cameron
noticed that although not obvious, every one of the posters had a teen boy
in them someplace.

"Do you like it?" Mark quietly asked. His voice showed a touch of worry.

"Yeah," it's cool." Cameron turned and smiled.

Mark smiled back, then there was an uncomfortable pause.

"Uh, you want to play a video game or something?" Mark finally asked.

Cameron shrugged.

"Uh, well we could go on the computer?"

Cameron shrugged again.

"Checkers?"

Cameron made a sour face. "I'm not much for things like that."

Mark sighed. "This isn't going very well."

Cameron sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked at the cute boy just a
few feet away and found he was sharing Mark's frustration. "Is that why you
asked me to come over? To play games?"

"Not exactly," Mark said softly.

Cameron felt his heart start to pound.

The boys looked at one another no doubt thinking the same thing, `now
what?'

Cameron decided it was time that he took the lead. "Before you say anything
else, I have to tell you something."

"What?" Mark looked puzzled.

"It's about church camp. I saw you with Steven."

The color seemed to drain from Mark's face.

"When you were with him in the woods."

Mark gave Cameron a pained look.

"Don't worry, I won't tell," Cameron hurried to reassure him.

The boys exchanged a long look.

"Did you mean it when you said that you and your brother sometimes like
different things?"

"Yeah," Cameron whispered.

"Well, I know Bryce likes girls," Mark said softly, "What about you?"

Cameron blushed, "Well, let's just say seeing you with Steven made me
wicked hard," he giggled.

"Thank God," Mark whispered and relaxed. "You're really cute when you blush
like that," he smiled.

Cameron grinned. He reached down and pulled off his shoes. He slid to the
top of the bed, rested his back against the headboard, pulled his legs up,
and wrapped his arms around his knees. "Now that that's settled, don't just
stand there, lock the door and come sit by me," he smiled.

Mark rolled his eyes. "I wish I could lock the door. But dad says that if
you are doing something you want to keep secret then it's probably
something you shouldn't be doing. So, no locks."

"You've got to be shitting me!" Cameron laughed.

"Nah, I just have to be really careful when I want time to myself." Mark
snickered. He walked over and got down on his knees at the edge of the
bed. He reached out a hand and gently rubbed Cameron's leg. They both knew
what was about to happen. Mark must have felt he needed to ask before they
went any further. "You sure?"

Cameron nodded. "Yeah, but I've never done anything like this," he
whispered.

Mark smiled. "Don't worry, you'll like it."

As Mark leaned closer and reached for the button on Cameron's jeans,
Cameron remembered those had been the very same words Mark had said to
Steven.

Cameron took a glance down to where Mark was pulling on his zipper. He was
being very gentle. Mark looked up when he'd gotten it pulled half way down
as if to see if Cameron was still comfortable. Cameron smiled and Mark
pulled it the rest of the way.

Mark reached for the waistband next, and gave it a little tug. Cameron
lifted up and helped the older boy push his pants down. Cameron used his
feet to kick at them and managed to finally get all the way out of them. He
could feel his breathing grow faster.

Mark looked up again, silently asking for permission.

Cameron decided it was time he move things along and reached down and
wiggled out of his tighty whities. Cameron's cock was already hard and
tight against his stomach. Mark's hand went directly for it.

"You've got a nice one," Mark said softly. He wrapped his hand around the
shaft and stroked the thing four or five times.

Cameron felt his dick jerk at the touch. It had gotten hard the instant
Mark had undone the top button on his pants and had only grown more
excited.

Meanwhile, Mark's other hand was softly rubbing Cameron's chest and
stomach.

"That feels so good," Cameron whispered as he gently thrust the head of his
dick through Mark's hand.

Mark gripped his cock tighter as Cameron pushed with more energy.

Just when Cameron thought things were starting to feel really good, Mark
got to his feet and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

Cameron reached down to stroke himself while Mark got undressed.

After tossing his shirt on the floor, Mark pulled off his socks and then
started to work on his jeans.

Cameron couldn't believe he was lying on Mark's bed and was about to see
him naked. Cameron's eyes drifted down to where Mark had a great start on a
six-pack. Then there was a tiny trail of black hair that started just under
his belly button and wandered down into his pants.

Cameron continued tugging on his dick as Mark popped the button and lowered
the zipper, pushing his jeans and underwear down at the same time. His dick
popped up hard. The thing was maybe seven inches long and gorgeous.

Cameron's dick throbbed.

Mark gave himself a tug, and tossing Cameron a quick smile, crawled onto
the bed.

Cameron instinctively spread his legs as Mark moved closer. Mark once again
reached for Cameron's dick. Giving the younger boy a mischievous look he
opened his mouth and leaned down.

Cameron felt the flick of Mark's tongue on his knob followed by a slow, wet
lick. He closed his eyes as Mark went to work. Soon, Cameron felt his
entire dick surrounded by warmth. It was wonderful! He took a quick look as
Mark sucked him deep into his mouth.

"Oh, God." Cameron whimpered and thrust up.

Mark pulled back slightly, sucked again, and then allowed Cameron's dick to
travel deeper into his throat. Cameron lifted his ass and started a slow in
and out pumping motion. Mark seemed to relax his mouth and Cameron took
that as a sign he could keep doing it. Cameron's hands naturally fell to
the top of Mark's head and he ran his fingers through the boy's tangle of
hair; Cameron grabbed a handful from time to time. He gave it a pull if he
wanted Mark to go faster or eased off if he wanted him to slow him
down. The feelings were incredible. Cameron never imagined something could
feel this good.

"Yeah, suck it," Cameron whispered again and again.

As much as Cameron wanted things to go on and on and on, he knew they
wouldn't. He was already getting close. He was breathing faster, and he
felt on the edge. He was at the point just before he'd get the tingle. It
was then that Mark surprised him. Cameron's cock was so deep in Mark's
mouth it felt as if it was part-way down his throat. Cameron loved the feel
of it there. Mark then added something else. He slipped one of his hands
under Cameron's butt and worked a couple of fingers into his crease.

For as long as he could remember, Cameron had been turned on by being
touched back there. He guessed it may have started with a baby thermometer
that his mom had used when he was five. He still remembered how it felt
when she had spread his little cheeks, put something on his hole, and then
slowly pushed the thing up his butt. He had loved the feeling. Now he often
used a homemade toy when he jerked off.

The excitement grew. Cameron thrust his dick in and out of Mark's mouth,
picking up speed. Cameron grunted. He felt he was getting close.

"Gonna do it," he groaned.

Cameron figured Mark would pull off and he would just jerk himself the rest
of the way. Instead, Mark sucked harder and aimed his finger at Cameron's
butt hole. The twin's eyes closed as a flood of feelings poured over
him. He thrust up wanting to shove his cock deeper into Mark's mouth;
Mark's finger followed the movement of his ass and stayed tight against his
hole. Then it probed even more.

"Fuck, oh fuck, suck it!" Cameron whined as he felt his nuts spasm.

Mark put more pressure on his finger and wiggled passed the tight ring just
a tiny bit. That was all it took.

Three hard spurts of cum shot out the slit in the end of Cameron's dick and
well into the other boy's mouth.

Mark didn't pull away. In fact he seemed to work all that much
harder. Spurt after spurt and still Mark kept at it, sucking and swallowing
every bit of it.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Cameron knew he was
finished. Every last drop of cum had been sucked from his balls.

Cameron slowly relaxed and lowered his ass back down onto the bed. Mark
sucked gently for a moment longer and then pulled back.

Cameron opened his eyes a few seconds later to see Mark licking his
lips. He smiled at the boy that had just shown him such a good time. "I
never thought it would feel THAT good," he giggled.

Mark grinned, pleased with himself. "I told you you'd like it!"

Cameron chuckled. Whatever doubt he had about liking boys was now gone. He
was sure, totally sure.

It was quiet for a moment and then Mark crawled up and lay next to
Cameron. They turned onto their sides so they could look at one another.

"So, before today you'd never done anything?" Mark whispered and tenderly
touched Cameron's cheek.

The boy slowly rolled his head, `no.'

Mark leaned closer, his intent clear.

Cameron closed his eyes because that's how he wanted his first kiss. He
wasn't disappointed.

The first kiss was followed by a second.

They were on the third kiss, Mark just starting to use his tongue, when a
voice called from the bottom of the stairs. "Mark? Are you home?"

"Shit! It's my mom!" Mark yelled and jumped out of bed, his hard cock
leading the way.

Cameron was only a step behind.

* * * *

It's the damn twin thing again, Cameron thought as he took another look at
Bryce across the supper table. They'd almost never been able to keep a
secret from one another. Whether it was the look in their brother's eyes,
or just that sense of `knowing' that one of them was keeping something from
the other, it amounted to the same thing. They always knew.

The look he got from Bryce confirmed it. Cameron was busted.

* * * *

"Okay, time to spill it." Bryce sighed as he flopped down on Cameron's
bed. After supper they'd both gone straight to their rooms to finish their
homework and now it was almost time to turn in.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, so don't play dumb with me."

It seemed as if Cameron was trying to look innocent, but Bryce just stared
him down.

Finally Cameron nodded toward the door. "Shut it," he whispered.

Bryce jumped up. "Knew it!" He chuckled and locked the door. Settling back
down on his brother's bed, he asked, "So what's the big secret?"

Cameron turned in his chair. "I wasn't sure, but I've kind of thought for a
while..."

Bryce saw that Cameron was becoming uncomfortable. He thought about making
a wise-ass comment about `getting on with it,' but didn't. He just waited.

"Well. .." Cameron stammered.

Bryce saw the worried look in his brother's eyes. It was more than worry,
more like fear. "I won't tell," Bryce whispered. He knew whatever Cameron
was about to say was important and he wanted him to know that he could say
anything.

Cameron's eyes grew wet, and then tears started to fall.

"What?" Bryce asked. He was now worried as well.

Cameron sniffed, sobbed, and then broke down in a non-stop flood of
tears. A word came out here and there, but mostly it was sobs. Finally he
managed to say, "I'm Gay," tears rolling down both cheeks.

Bryce heard the words, but for a few seconds they didn't register. Then he
saw the pleading look on his brother's face. Now it was Bryce that felt his
eyes filling with tears.

Cameron gave him another of those looks: pleading, sorrowful, agonized.

The words stuck in his throat. "It's okay," Bryce finally choked. Tears
poured down as he tried to make clear to his brother what he was
feeling. "It's okay!" he nodded and then reached out a hand.

Cameron rushed over and fell into his brother's arms. Bryce made room and
the boys held each other tight as they cried, and cried, and cried.

Bryce hugged his brother close, stroked his back, and whispered in his
ear. "It's all right, it's all right!"

"Please don't hate me," Cameron begged.

"Shhh," Bryce whispered, and hugged him closer. "Shhh."

* * * *

Cameron couldn't stop crying. As hard as he tried, the tears wouldn't
stop. He trembled with emotion. He'd finally said it, "I'm Gay."

The worry and fear about what Bryce might say had been real. That's what
had made it so hard to tell him. For days he'd gone over it all in his
mind. What worried him most were the thoughts of what his brother might
do. But now, he'd finally said it.

Cameron heard Bryce's voice whispering. "It's all right, it's all right!"
Cameron hoped that was true. For now, it was enough that his brother hadn't
run out of the room. He hadn't yelled, he hadn't called him names. Here
they were, lying on the bed and Bryce was still here, and was holding him;
holding him close.

Cameron buried his head in his brother's chest and held on, as if for dear
life.  Waves of relief washed over him. "Oh my god" he thought, "the boy he
could never bear to lose was still here!"


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